Episodes in Loveby AmethystMareChaptersColt's BoundariesMare for an EveningThe Watching MarePantie PonyDominated by His WifeRole ReversalHoney, I Shrunk My Husband!Colt's BoundariesAuthor's Note A colt experiments and finds out where his limits in submission lie... One of a set for Lord Legion - enjoy! Please be aware, if commenting, that this is a commission story written to specifications and is from my round of Iron Author discounted slots if you fancy something for yourself too! Iron Author: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/846234/iron-author-2019-discounted-slots-now-open Commissions: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/834417/commissions-2018 This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © Lord Legion Colt's Boundaries Iron Author Femdom Colt’s Boundaries Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel hadn’t thought that things would get so hot so quickly but looking at Serenity – otherwise known as Sheriff Pinto of Appleloosa to the rest of the town citizens out West – dressed up in black lingerie that was less of the frilly, ‘lace-y’ variety and cut more with slick daring lines was most certainly a hoof-step in the right direction. The brown and white paint mare knew when she had to be harder in her line of work, maintaining law and order in Appleloosa, but that was not something that had ever entered the bounds of their relationship, even though he’d been just a little bit curious right from the beginning how hoof-cuffs would feel locked around his fetlocks. The trials and teasing of power play were hardly something to be trifled with and lines had to be drawn around them even in the bounds of lust and love – although it was hard for even Axel to do that as he lay on his back on the bed, fore-hooves drawn up to his red-furred chest, sweating just a little. It was what he wanted, of course, to take things a little further and see just what they may be able to enjoy and explore together, but seeing his sweetheart standing over him with a smirk on her lips and a glitter in her eye was nearly enough to stop his heart. It settled for skipping a beat, however, and he groaned deep in the back of his throat as she paced around him – or at least as much of the bed as the room allowed, the headboard pushed up against the wall. The lines of her body were cast into sharp definition in the tasteful light, a crimson bulb making everything seem that little bit saucier than usual, the stallion shivering delightedly as she ran a hoof down his front to his sheath and balls. “Heard y’all got something here for me, darling,” she murmured, although there was a decided ‘bite’ to her tone that set Axel’s heart racing in the very best of ways. “Something…real special…” She could not turn off her heavy accent entirely even as she softened her drawl, taking on a seductive yet commanding tone as she teased him. A little slap of her hoof to his hindquarters had him trembling as he had their very first time together all over again, heart pounding and blood rushing to his cheeks – not that it was visible, however, with the hue of his coat being what it was. “So needy,” she purred as he could not help but allow his cock out, the fat length of horse-flesh thickening up before her lustful eyes. “Does it really only take a little touch for a colt like you to get so randy an’ all riled up?” Axel gasped and nodded quickly, eyes closing, heat driving a course down his neck, even up to the tips of his ears. But then Serenity’s hoof was under his chin, firmly forcing his head up even as his shaft throbbed wantonly and she met his eyes with a gaze that held more seductive steel in it than he’d ever had the luxurious pleasure of seeing ever before. “Look at me, pony.” He was not just a pony, he wanted to say, but his lips were sealed shut, nostrils fluttering with breath as he groaned in the back of his throat and nodded faintly. Unable to suck enough hair into his lungs, Axel gulped noticeably as she produced that coveted pair of hoof-cuffs, magically infused so that they could be locked around the typically thicker pony legs where the fetlocks did not provide some soft definition and narrower point to cup and clasp. As a pony, he would not be able to keep his hooves up over his head with the magically infused steel shining dully, erotically, around them for long, chest heaving and cock seeming to twitch with each and every breath. “How long ‘til y’all release this for me?” She breathed, tail flagged as if in anticipation. “Now? Oh, you can’t hold back, can y’all, little colt…” It was all a tease, just something to test the waters, and yet Axel could not help but do as she asked, her commands coming easily from lips that had trained in such acts, if not in the bounds of the bedroom. And Serenity most certainly seemed to be enjoying herself too, if the scent of a needy mare flooding the room was at all anything to go by, tail flicking back and forth in a swish of long, fine hairs. His eyes followed the sway of it as she controlled him lightly, massaging the length of his shaft between her hooves with a sexy flutter of her eyelashes that, somehow, looked different to any sweetness she had put on show for him before. No… There was something more to Sheriff Pinto when she was in control, teasing his length and showing him just how easily she could make beads of pre-cum glisten at the tip of his cock, the veins pulsing out as if his body simply could not contain itself. And she seemed to know just what to do too, testing the waters and dipping a hoof in as she judged his reactions carefully, pushing further whenever he gave a particularly delectable wriggle of delight or moan that came oh so very breathily. The pinto mare hummed lightly to herself, need rising up in the pit of her belly too, flanks rising and falling just a little too swiftly with her increased rate of breathing. Maybe next time she’d have to find some bandanas and see just how helpless she could make her brave, strong colt when all he could do was whimper and moan with desire for her… But it was her own arousal and longing in heat, her marehood tensing and pulsing with need, that was her undoing as words stuttered from Serenity’s lips before they had been carefully reflected on and chosen for. If she’d taken a moment more, perhaps things could have been different, and yet sometimes the only way that a pony could possibly learn was through experience and, of course, making mistakes. “Your mother would be so disappointed… Wanting a stallion and all she got was a colt. My colt.” It may have been erotic to someone else, anyone else, but the look in Axel’s eyes, glazing over as his lower jaw fell ever so slightly slack, told a different tale. Serenity backtracked immediately as his shaft softened, taking no chances and retreating quickly into his sheath, the fleshy folds hiding his most vulnerable part even as the rest of his was left, not very erotically in the slightest, exposed. The hoof-cuffs fell away but he hardly noticed as he withdrew into himself, his forelock hanging down heavily over his eyes as if he was trying to shield himself away from even her, his sweetheart and the love of his very life. “I’m sorry, honey, that was too far, I’m so sorry, Axel.” She drew him into her forelegs as he shuddered and tried to shake off the memory, the darkness that clung to him and threatened to override everything that he’d worked so very hard towards on the coldest of winter nights. He had not known her for very long and, well, that was something he’d told Serenity in the early days of their dating life, something that Axel had never really wanted to make a big deal of for fear of dredging up bad memories. And yet it was sometimes the holding back of information that brought up those memories, all the same, an ill-timed comment flowing from lips that were as inexperienced at the nuances of a little kinky play as he was. And she’d meant no harm even as she drew him against her, tucking her muzzle down against him as Serenity shook right along with him. To have hurt her stallion, her lover, her life partner… It did not bear thinking about and yet she had to admit to her mistake, taking a deep breath that did nothing to ease the ache in her lungs (it was likely nothing in comparison to what he was feeling at that time), brushing his mane tenderly back from his cheek and neck. “Axel… I’m so very sorry,” she breathed, fighting with herself to meet his eyes, the stallion blinking rapidly as if to force back the threat of tears. “Please… Can y’all ever think to forgive me?” But, of course, he could and he would too, nuzzling into her neck even as he whispered his acceptance of it. At least then they both knew where the line was drawn and he was able to slink his foreleg, tentatively back around her too, Serenity not knowing until he did just that how much she’d needed him to hold her too. Shaken to her core, deeper than she would have truly have cared to admit out loud, she kissed him deeply, fiercely, passionately, showing him every last bit of love she had for him and more, her apology ringing through sincerely and true. That was the boundary line, the one that they had drawn in the sand and filled in with concrete, cemented into place. Whereas there would be more to come, in the future, to speak of on that point, for such an event warranted introspection and reflection on the count of both partners, digging into an issue that had presented itself outside of the bedroom. There was more, indeed, to be undertaken on that count but they need one another right there and then in that very moment and two equine bodies would not be denied their trembling nuances of lust in the filtered red light spilling from the lamp. Kissing turned into something more, something that may have been out of place if they had not already been so close to one another. After the loss of his mother, Axel had so very badly needed to feel something and yet that had been so very long ago that the stallion was acutely aware that he had a warm, loving mare in his forelegs right then and there, someone who adored him unconditionally and would always, irrevocably, be there for him. He would have found himself severely amiss to not respond in kind, to take what was offered and give it all back tenfold, their love only growing stronger for the overcoming of a mistake. They’d come back to a little kinky power play in time but there was nothing more for them to discuss in the moment as he slid her hot, black panties down her muscled legs, moaning for her even as she took his newly throbbing hard-on into her mouth. There was nothing else for Axel to do but enjoy the sweetness of her marehood too, lapping and suckling at her clit as she ‘sixty-nined’ him, their bodies moving together in sweet yet carnal bliss, tongues knowing every last ridge and bump in their most intimate of regions. And that was just why they were able to move on from an incident, kissing and moaning against one another as they heated up once more for all the right reasons and so much more again. Serenity huffed over his shaft as she drew back to the tip, struggling to contain herself as his tongue made her heart sing, pounding to a beat that he commanded, despite his desire too to give up that command. There was no holding back as he dug his tongue softly into her sex, knowing just how to push her over the edge, and the mare could only howl mutely around his length as she swallowed him down again, taking a load of hot stallion-cream down her gulping throat even as she flooded his muzzle with the heady juices of a mare who had been exceptionally well satisfied. Things may have run awry of their original plans but they would be better for it, strong and more loving as a couple. They would grow and learn and comfort and love for many, many more years and, well, they could expect more mistakes too. That was just why they had to forgive what was never intended. Future times would be all the sweeter for their understanding. Mare for an EveningAuthor's Note A stallion is coerced into gender swapping into a mare for an evening "date" to a school reunion... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners Mare for an Evening Iron Author Gender Swapping Mare for an Evening Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “Summer… Is this really necessary?” “Yes!” The orange-coated stallion chuckled and shook his head, tapping a hind hoof impatiently, as Axel groaned and hunkered down in the bedroom, unwilling to come out as the potion worked its magic. Why, oh, why had he admitted to Summer View that they’d played that trick on him before, turning him into a mare just after Nightmare Night? He should have known that his school-hood friend would have taken any chance whatsoever to tease him and, of course, use the information to his advantage in the form of a bet that had been played very much to his disadvantage. To the victor went the spoils, however, and he was given a potion before Summer Sunset’s school reunion (they had gone to different final schools for vocational studies after spending some of their foalhood together), the stallion insisting that he couldn’t possibly go without a ‘plus one’, someone to make him look a bit less lonely (for he wasn’t dating anyone at that time). Summer didn’t want just a stallion to accompany him but a mare to show off, the very mare that Axel was being transformed into as his most intimate of regions teased into the sex of a mare, tail hanging thick and full over his hindquarters. The pony gasped and rolled his head back, swallowing hard as even his waistline became slimmer and more feminine still, haunches rounded with a very pleasant layer of fat. She inhaled deeply, settling into a body that was hers but not hers at the same time, intrinsically so. But she wasn’t feeling all that introspective and Summer View was still hollering anxiously from the stairs that he was ready to go and would she just stop being such a filly and hurry up already? For the moment, she was Axel Rose and Axel Rose alone. And she had a ‘job’ to do… “Alright…” She made a face as she walked out of the bedroom, her mane even seeming to fall in a more feminine way as Summer View gasped and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, his orange and yellow mane sticking out in all directions as if he had not even brushed it as yet. “Look, I’m here now. Can we just go and get this over with?” Summer could not help ogling the mare who had only just a short time ago been a stallion, nearly walking smack-bang into the doorframe as even Axel had to let out a chuckle, the lilt of her tone softer and lighter than before. He was a goof sometimes but there was no real harm in him. “I have to ask though,” she said, shaking her mane back from her neck. “Why didn’t you just make me go with you as a stallion for the bet? Wouldn’t I have been your extra on the list anyway for that? Why did you need a mare?” Laughing shortly, Summer winked and shook his head, trotting along ahead as if she could not hustle her new friend, Axel Rose, along quickly enough. “It’s more fun to go to a big ol’ do like this with a nice filly, now, isn’t it?” * Although she would not have admitted it, Axel Rose actually found herself enjoying the school reunion just a little bit. There was no sense of needing to pretend to be someone she was not and, really, she was already someone she was not, free to relax and sip a fruity cocktail (wouldn’t Serenity giggle if she saw her drinking that?) with the chatter all abuzz around her. At least being with Summer would make her off limits, she thought, enjoying watching him catch up even as he took great pride and pleasure in introducing her to his friends from times long gone by. Why, was it really all that time ago that they were at school? Sometimes it seemed as if it was only a few months back. How time flew! “Hey there… I didn’t think Summer View could score such a fine filly like you…” Axel Rose froze, eyes wide. “Er… Excuse me?” He had to be talking to someone else, surely. He simply had to be, but no amount of wishing or pleading with any listening deity (Lunar and Celestia didn’t typically involve themselves with such humdrum things like school reunions though) made it so the tan stallion with a brawny build was not looking at her with that little gleam in his eye. Laughing nervously, she waved a hoof, trying to act like the mares she’d seen, in her times, dismissing those who had stepped just a shade over the line of what was considered friendly. “Oh, yeah…” She said, cringing at just how over the top her voice came out. “He’s a really great guy, just a great guy… Been with him ages now, such a lovely stallion!” Oh, dear Celestia… That wasn’t about to stop the tan stallion, however, who seated himself comfortably beside her at the bar and proceeded to introduce himself (she glassed over the name), wittering on about his life and achievements and the like as if some level of knowing was already assumed. Axel nearly snorted into her drink, thankfully getting close to the bottom as she allowed his words to wash over her. She was hardly going to be quizzed on them later when she didn’t even want to bother to remember his name… And yet she had to get away. He had to be the only clueless stallion in the place, surely, if he thought she was with Summer and still wanted to ‘get it on’ or something with her! “Sugar,” she said, putting on as stern a voice as she could, embodying her own lover and life partner. “Should you really be all up here flirting it on with me when you know my colt is here too?” Such a blunt declaration of just what he was doing seemed to shock the stallion out of his rambles, stuttering over his words and fumbling even as Axel Rose rolled her eyes and hopped off the bar stool, making good her getaway. The things that mares had to put up with and deal with from stallions! She’d had a glimpse of it before, the first time she’d been turned into Axel Rose, but there was nothing like the sharp reality and shock of experiencing it first hoof, so to speak. And yet he was not the only stallion who seemed to be interested in her as she tried to make her way through the common mingling space, a heaving throng of slightly tipsy bodies, only to bump into a chest that seemed far too wide for the stallion it belonged to. “Oh! Excuse me!” She tried to step around him but the tall stallion held out a foreleg to stop her, his green mane gelled up and toppled down a strong, blue neck as if he had spent hours in the mirror beforehand styling it. “Hey… You’re pretty cute! Got a stallion friend here with you, cutie?” Axel Rose made a face. “Cutie? Ergh… Yes, actually.” She backtracked quickly without introducing herself or saying anything more, only to be stopped yet again by a smaller pony with glasses balanced on his nose. She stared at him incredulously as he talked over her, introducing himself and fumbling only slightly with his words as he crooned and stroked her cheek – she pulled away, her jaw dropping – showing interest in her that rang through with the intent for one thing and one thing alone. “No… No, thank you.” Was that the end of it? No! It could not be so! As she’d tried to delicately extricate herself from that rather uncomfortable situation, she had been surrounded on all sides and could not even see the exit anymore! Although most were subtle, she could not help her cheeks heating up in a rosy, glowing blush as she felt more and more eyes graze her. In any other circumstance, she may have been able to put their attention down to something else a little more savoury but it seemed that stallions dominated Summer’s old school and, well, every last one of them was interested in just who she was and if she was with anyone. Of course, Summer View himself was no help at all, off at the bar chatting up the hot bartender, although whether or not she was in on everything or anything at all was another question entirely. And Axel could not spare him another thought, torn between running to Summer and demanding that he provide some level of bodyguard-ness or something and not, well, disrupting the nice little chat he had going on there. Why did she have to be so lord-darn nice? It didn’t help, in particular, when a mare with the same, gorgeously green eyes as the mare that she had vowed her heart to even took a chance, sidling up to her with a little hip-wiggle that was utterly to die for. If things had been different, she may have been bold enough with the cocktail easing her inhibitions and worries to take a night with the mare herself but, as it was, Axel beat a hasty retreat as several stallions watching the whole debacle burst into raucous laughter. Idiots… Cursing, she shook her head, a shyly smiling stallion offering his hoof for her to shake, step faltering even as he made himself known amongst the throng. “No, I’m not available,” she growled through gritted teeth, stepping away even as she spoke. “Now, excuse me.” “Oh, I’m so very sorry, I didn’t mean to…” But it was too late for soft words and apologies – who just went after any mare who happened to be hanging about? – where they could have otherwise been kindly and graciously received. All Axel Rose could think about as she was surrounded was getting the hell out of dodge and out of the crowd that seemed to have every intention of hitting on her, drawing her in until there was no sense of escape. Holy Celestia, what was with Summer View’s old school that everyone ended up so thirsty? She thought she’d gotten away clean at last as the crowd thinned around her, Axel flushing heavily as heads still seemed to turn in her direction, curious as to the ‘strange, red mare’ was. She wasn’t a lady in red by any means but they all seemed to think that she had a story to tell or, at least, something to offer or enjoy but some stallions really just needed to damn well learn when to take ‘no’ for an answer! Their curiosity may have been sweet to a mare or even flattering if they’d wanted it but there was altogether too much apple cider flowing for anyone to be entirely in control of either their senses and their bodies, some ponies at the stage in life that they wanted to be at come the time of the reunion and others…decidedly not. That was no reason, of course, for drinking to excess or desperately going out on a limb with a mare who had well enough made her feelings known time after time again. No one, however, tried to force her as excruciatingly uncomfortable as the whole thing was and the thought of simply revealing that she was actually a stallion only temporarily a mare crossed her mind more than once as the reunion party wound down and she met up with a particularly chipper Summer View, bedraggled and far less relaxed than she had been on sipping her cocktail. But her friend had a new bounce in his step and she could not help but smile, a little of Axel Rose’s energy returning in light of his apparent good feeling. Sometimes even a little thing like that was simply contagious. “Good night?” He chirped, trotting on the spot (a little shakily, as he had also been partaking of the drink on offer). “Oh my Celestia, Axel… She’s gorgeous! And she plays hoof-ball too! I could talk to her all night long but look – we’ve got a date next week! Isn’t that great!” “That’s great!” She echoed genuinely, putting sincere feeling into the words. “I’m ready to go now though if everyone’s packing up. Just one thing…” She fixed him with a level look, drawing herself up to her full height as the stallion’s eyes grew wide, tail clamped down firmly over his rump as if he was, all of a sudden, striving to protect his most intimate of regions in the face of a mare who was, suddenly, admirably thunderous. Who the hell needed a stallion to protect them, after all, when she was Axel Rose? But there was a twinkle in her eye still as she flicked her tail sassily, even though true meaning rang through her words, play mixed with seriousness that could not be ignored. “Take me on a date again and y’all better get your tail in gear and treat a lady right!” And so he would! The Watching MareAuthor's Note Two lovers are spied on and Sheriff Pinto uncovers her sly secret... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners The Watching Mare Iron Author Voyeurism The Watching Mare Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion She knew she shouldn’t have followed them home: that much was most certainly a given fact. The mare knew the law and, well, she wasn’t exactly following it to the letter, telling herself the whole way that she was not doing anything wrong. Of course, if someone had to tell themselves that they weren’t doing anything wrong, too often the probability was that they actually were. Her cream-coloured coat did not help the pony mare either to blend into the night, russet-auburn curls bouncing along, as she made her way to the home of the hottest couple in town, or so she had dubbed them on first meeting the sweet duo. A new bartender in town and a unicorn too to boot, Jolie Trot had set her eyes on one stallion. Or, rather, she had let her eyes wander to Axel, the husband of Sheriff Pinto, even though she knew he was off-limits. And she could not have even told herself just what she was doing, explaining what even she did not understand, the desire she felt for the stallion, the way he looked at Sheriff Pinto. No… She had to know. She had to see. Or just understand a little more about them as she picked up the pace, darting into their little garden. It was originally a ground-floor property but, annoyingly, they had extended the attic into a bedroom, which made it more difficult for her to clamber up to a spot where she could follow the glow of a lamp through a window. The downstairs, of course, was in darkness at such a late hour and Jolie had heard around town that neither of them were really known for being night owls by any stretch of the imagination. Both of their jobs required them to be early to rise and get to it and her heart, why… Jolie suppressed a shudder, awkwardly scaling the tree in their garden, although it was a scrubby thing that was not ever really designed to take the weight of a pony. She must have looked like a strange sort of bird – maybe a hippogriff? Or was that no longer politically correct to say anymore? – perched up there in the swaying branches that were too thin to safely hold her – and yet the thought of seeing those firm, solid muscles that she’d glimpsed at his repair shop when he was oily and sweaty and so very hard at work kept her going, lips parted in a sheen of gloss to see just what went on in their private abode. And Jolie Trot was far from a disappointment. The most boring of things that could have gone on in their bedroom would have still given her a little voyeuristic thrill but what she saw, oh… Oh, she could not have anticipated such eroticism! For the couple in question was so caught up in their lovemaking at that very moment that there would have been no possible way for them to pay attention to or even take note of their swinging, swaying, voyeur in the tree outside, Serenity on her back with her hind legs splayed to allow Axel to mate her, folds tight and needy around the length of his shaft. Mesmerised, Jolie could not help but watch with avid attention, unwilling to drag her gaze away even though her better mind and sense of self told her that she was doing something entirely ridiculous. Just how he thrust, the muscles in his body tensing and tightening… Gulping, she moaned, lips forming a tiny, perfect ‘O’ that Axel, surely, would never have the pleasure of seeing for himself. He had someone but she could not fault him for that, as much as her heart pounded to see and enjoy the show he was, quite unknowingly, putting on for her. His tail flagged as he snorted – she saw his nostrils flare! – seeming to lean even further over his lover as their lips met in a needy kiss that spoke untold words of their lust and love for one another. Without thinking, she teased her folds with the magic from her horn, the glow illuminating her face and features. She shouldn’t have done it but she couldn’t find it in herself to either care or hold back, grinding back into the pleasurable touch and tingle of her blue-tinted magic that filled her like a stallion’s member, even though it was not enough for her – it would never be enough for her when she could have had a hot stud like Axel if only she’d been lucky enough to snap him up before Serenity came along! It was by the by though as she bit her lower lip less than delicately and rocked her hindquarters back into the touch of her magic, the light growing brighter and brighter with every passing second. Magic could not be controlled in sex and masturbation was just the same as she flagged her tail shamefully, tipping forward in the tree with her curls falling about her face as Axel grunted all the more loudly, ramming into Serenity with seemingly increased urgency. “I… Oh…” Murmured words rose through the windowpane but none were loud enough for her to hear clearly, the mare in the tree filling in the gaps as she imagined herself in Serenity’s place. Could she be the mare moaning in such sweet bliss beneath Axel as he drove into her with increasing need, kissing his mare so fiercely that even Jolie would have chanced that she could feel the heat and desire of their mating tryst through even the window? And then her magic sparked off, striving to send her over the brink of orgasm, the crackle and pop of it giving the gig up in an instant. Gasping, Jolie’s eyes snapped wide open again and she half-fell, half-scraped down through the tree branches, landing somewhat on her hooves as chaos erupted before her, her body still tingling with the thought of climax that was, terribly, out of her reach at least for the moment. No… Right then and there, Jolie trot had much bigger things to worry about! “What the hay? Did you see… There’s somepony out there?” Darn it! It, perhaps, was not a strong enough sentiment considering just what she’d been caught doing but all she could do was make a break for it, tail flying out like a flag behind her as she barely suppressed a squeal of fear and fright. But the front door banged open, unleashing Sheriff Pinto out into the night, her mane all messed up and the wrong kind of fire in her eyes. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” Jolie was hardly over the fence at the back of the garden as she jumped and caught her hoof, tumbling down once more like a sack of potatoes. But, this time, she could not keep down her cry of pain, hurt thrumming through her leg even as she hobbled up, tears in her eyes, and tried to force herself on. “Ouch, ouch, ouchie!” It was a filly-ish thing to say but it burst from her lips regardless as she pelted her way down the road as if Cerberus himself from Tartarus was hot on her heels, chasing her down. Although it was only Sheriff Pinto, some would have argued that she was worse than any hound of the Equestrian zone of banishment. Lips pursed, Sheriff Pinto skidded to a stop, tail pulled down to cover her marehood from view, the red-hot heat of embarrassment at being watched in the act creeping down her neck. That had been a mare for sure! And just what was a mare doing acting the part of a peeping Tom? Squinting, she listened intently, ears swivelling back and forth, but was forced to give up the chase as her quarry made good her escape, having had too much of a head start to catch up with under the cover of nightfall without some serious questions being asked first of all. She sighed heavily, tail trying to twitch anxiously even as she forced it down. “Who in the hay was that?” * Sheriff Pinto had a hunch but it was one that she needed to ‘hear’ for yourself in order to follow through in the right way. She made her excuses from the sheriff’s office and worked her way around town, eyeing up those who she thought may have been likely suspects as to the voyeuristic interlude and finding all to be clean and clear. They just didn’t sound like the mare she’d caught in the garden, although not even Serenity wanted to consider the thought of what they had been caught doing! Sure, it was normal for couples but no one wanted to be watched like that! And then it all became clear, the pieces of the puzzle slotting perfectly together. The bar was the last place she went, thinking it to be mostly empty on such a day, but the bartender was still there and, well, maybe she’d know if there was somepony that she should be keeping a closer eye on about town. Yet the look on Jolie Trot’s face as she tried to do everything but look directly at Sheriff Pinto told a tale that she’d rather have left untold. The limp in her hind leg, however, merely confirmed it. “Jolie Trot, I think y’all have some explaining to do.” The bartender bristled, standing on her good hind leg as she wiped out a glass that was already clean, running the fresh cloth around over and over again. “Explaining? Just who do you think you are coming in here demanding explanations from me! I haven’t got anything to say to you – Sheriff Pinto!” But, of course, the truth was what it was and Sheriff Pinto eyed her levelly, eyes raking across her body from the obvious limp to the scratch on her cheek, gleaned in her not so elegant escape the night before. “What were y’all doing watching me and my husband?” She said in a low, hushed tone, not wanting to advertise to anyone who may have been near enough to overhear while still conveying the severity of the act she’d been caught in. “This is bull, what y’all say about me demanding explanations from y’all, all this about innocence. I know what I heard.” Jolie wavered…and broke, tumbling down on the bar in a burst of tears that seemed to come out of nowhere. “I-I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t think… I don’t know what I was thinking, I should never have looked! He was so nice, every other stallion just seemed to be wanting to get under my tail, not wanting to know anything about me… And Axel was so nice that I had to see where he lived and things just got so out of hoof! I never intended them to go that far – I’m so sorry for everything!” Sheriff Pinot baulked but, fortunately, her professional side took over, commandeering the situation as she so desperately had to if she didn’t want to be the subject of town gossip very soon. Twisting her lips, for even reaching out to the mare who’d watched her and Axel together seemed, somehow, uncomfortable, even if she had to do it, had to be the bigger pony in the situation that had spiralled shockingly out of control, just as Jolie had said. But there was no harm in the mare and dragging her to ‘justice’ for it just didn’t seem right, not when nothing all that terribly untoward had come to pass. And Serenity was quite sure too in herself that Jolie Trot had well and truly learned her lesson – to say the least of it! “Alright, alright, don’t go getting y’all’s tail in a knot now, this is awkward enough for me too, Sheriff Pinto said, awkwardly patting the mare on the back. “I’m sure y’all will find a nice, handsome stallion about these here parts soon enough but…look…” She leaned in closely and seriously, making Jolie gulp and meet her eyes regardless of how much she didn’t want to. “Y-yes?” “When it comes to Mr Axel, it’s look but not touch… Understand that?” Gulping down her tears, even Jolie had to giggle just a little at the good humour and wink in Serenity’s eyes. Sure, it was an awkward situation in itself but they just had to make the best of it, getting by clumsily but surely, even if they would, hopefully, never again speak of the incident. Best not to even remember it, in fact. “Yes… I understand. You’re a very lucky mare, Sheriff.” Serenity grinned. “I sure am!” Pantie PonyAuthor's Note Axel the pony reveals his pantie fetish to his sweetheart mare... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners Pantie Pony Iron Author Lingerie Pantie Pony Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “Oh, my…” Serenity could not help but blush, sifting through the very bottom of the underwear drawer in their bedroom – not that it was typical, of course, for ponies to wear underwear. Even if they wore clothing, underwear did not allow for much of a fashion statement to be made and was more something usually designed for bedroom use, the silken swathes of lingerie making it big in The Mane Event magazine and Sandra Summers store, especially between young lovers. Of course, she was not expecting to find such a thing as a pair of plain, cotton panties and a magazine in there, her curiosity duly perked as she sat back to see just what it was all about. Had something old of hers gotten stuffed in there at some point? But she didn’t wear underwear like that… Yet the magazine told a tale that invited her to learn more, to ask more and, of course, to know more, depicting rather modest pictures of mares in panties that covered their hindquarters completely. Nothing was on show at all and they could have been deemed fit to walk out on the street if paired with something else (there were some dancer uniforms that were similar, when one considered the difference in fabric), but her eyebrows shot up higher and higher as she delved into a relic of Axel’s past, her sweet, red-furred husband who didn’t even know at that very moment in time just what she was uncovering. “Hm…” She mused with a smile tugging insistently at her lips. “Well, well, well… I think my dear husband had a little bit of a pantie fetish when he was younger. Who’d’ve thought that?” But it was hardly something that one such as Serenity would giggle at, her mind already working frantically and furiously to put the pieces of the puzzle into place for a scheme that was sure to have particularly delightful ends… * “Hey there, sweetheart…” Serenity dragged out her words, a skirt hanging down over her hindquarters as she posed beside the dining table in their home for him, Axel’s eyes already nearly popping out of his skull. The way that the lines of the fabric framed her… Well, it would have been enough to send any stallion mad with desire, least of all the mechanic stud who loved her with every last fibre of his being. “Hi-i-i…” He said, swallowing hard, the lump in his throat stubbornly remaining. “What… What’s going on here then?” She giggled and waggled her hindquarters gently in a slow, sensual sway that could not help but draw his eye down her body to the prize that she ultimately wanted to reveal to him. She’d thought she would be able to hide what she had for him and hold out until later in the evening – Serenity had, after all, set up the table for a romantic dinner with the nice tablecloth and candles and everything – but she could not. She trembled with the desire to reveal what eroticism she had in store for him and Axel was none the wiser as she turned her hips to him, tail flicking up to reveal a glimpse of plain, periwinkle blue cotton panties. It was not much but a second was more than enough for him to stumble back with a gasp, nearly sitting back down on his haunches and crushing the dock of his tail beneath the weight of his body. “Y-you… What?” Serenity giggled and let the skirt fall again, batting her eyelashes sweetly at him. “Your magazine, honey… I’m sorry I snooped but I found it and, well… I just thought y’all might just like yourself a real special treat tonight…” Her excitement at finding something that may just be up his erotic street had her bouncing lightly off the floor, unable to contain her enthusiasm even as he blushed heavily, half-turning away as his crimson cheeks turned an even darker shade, the spill of his lighter forelock tugged down over his face. “Oh… Oh. I didn’t realise… Ah, pony-feathers…” Stumbling over his words, he shook his head mutely and she rushed to reassure him, a smile on her earnest lips like none that he’d ever seen before. “No, no! It’s nothing bad now, c’mon – y’all don’t think I’d really go an’ tease y’all for something like this? It’s fun! We can…” But actions would speak louder than words in that regard and the best she could do for her lover in that instance was to turn her back to him and flick her tail up again, exposing the soft underside of the dock and the blue panties once again. His eyes locked onto them, a little drop of drool gleaming cutely at the corner of his lips and Serenity gyrated her hips lightly too for good measure, her wicked little mind already darting off on a quest where she imagined him ploughing into her wearing those very panties… Swallowing hard, she shook her head and glanced back at him, her ears ever so slightly splayed in desire. Did he feel it too? Had her saucy little re-enactment of a fetish from his younger days when he was just discovering who he was as both a pony and a stallion had such an effect on even her that she could not restrain herself, a shudder rippling through her body from head to hoof? Groaning, she tried to work out the sudden kinks and stiffness in her neck but it was no good at all with his gazed fixed so firmly on her that his attention was simply rapt, locked on and needy, something that just could not be ignored. She wriggled her hind end in pleasurable defeat, panting softly as she held her tail up high and proud, a tiny spot of moisture showing through the thin fabric that, truly, was not built to contain the need of a mare who may have very well have just found something she enjoyed too. And it was about time her stallion got his sweet treat too… “Come mount your mare, honey…” They quested just a little further into ‘dirty’ talk each time they came together and a stallion like Axel was not going to say no in a hurry as she tugged her panties down, rearing up with her fore-hooves on the round, wooden kitchen table. But that was not the main attraction that Serenity put on show for him with the panties stretched between her hind legs, her marehood there for his pleasure, winking and glistening wantonly for him. In a flash, he was up on her back, nuzzling into the back of her neck and moaning softly, shaft swelling from his sheath. He’d never gotten hard so swiftly and was already trying to push into her folds half-hard, desire bringing a rise to his throbbing length that nothing else seemed to have come close to before. Axel blushed heavily but embarrassment had no place in lovemaking with his sweet mare as he pushed into her, a long, low moan rolling from his lips as the panties caught up against his legs, scooting in as close to her as possible. “Ohhh…” No one could have said, not even in hindsight, just who had made that moan but it did not matter as they rocked and ground together in sweet bliss, Serenity panting heavily as her nose tipped down, unable to contain herself as her passage clenched and rippled around him, need getting the better of her in the sweetest of ways. The smooth fabric tugged at her legs, pinning them a certain distance apart with the perfect amount of tension that she could not release lest she allow the garment to fall to the floor between her hooves. And they were doing their job, the kinky, lustful nuance, that they were always meant to do, Serenity sending up a swift yet breathless prayer of thanks that she’d had the foresight and bravery to source them out herself without trying to guess at her size online. That had been an experience in itself but they had not seemed all that concerned or surprised that a mare was after such a garment. But she couldn’t lose herself from the present moment, moaning out in her own excitement as her randy lover pounded her. There was no sense of sweet and sensual as his hot breath washed over her neck, just something that the two of them so very desperately needed. They could have drawn it out, if they’d wanted to, the table cloth rumpled beneath their front hooves, but neither mare nor stallion had the patience for something so sweet when there was something far more feral that, in that very moment, demanded satisfaction. He could not hold back – would not hold back! – as the stud grunted and pressed his nose into her neck, trembling as he inhaled her scent over and over again, eyes half-lidded. His mane fell into his face and eyes but Axel still did not either slow or pace himself, coltish desire taking over his senses even as Serenity huffed and ground back under him, suddenly moving her hips with ever-greater and increasing urgency. They climaxed, amazingly, at the same time, her marehood squeezing around him to milk him of his seed, not that the stallion was about to not give her what she needed. As she moaned out her pleasure, he pumped her full of a thick load, her body as eager to feel it inside her as her mind was, two bodies coming together intimately in a way that was becoming more and more alluring to the two of them. There was always something more to explore, after all, and her passage squeezing around his thickness was always going to be the grand prize at the end of it, excitement riling them up to the point that they could not even speak, Serenity barely supporting herself as she pushed herself back and off the table, groaning deep in the back of her throat. When he pulled out, Axel was not quite yet down with his little fetish and fantasy, blushing heavily even as he pulled her underwear back up to cover her hindquarters again, tucked up beneath the dock of her tail. Serenity’s eyes went wide and she gasped, tongue poking out over the bottom of her lips in such a way that one would have been fair enough to suppose that something had rather caught her off-guard. There was nothing, however, that could stop gravity from taking an effect on the load he’d lovingly pushed into her passage in her current position, semen and her own orgasmic juices slopping out messily into the panties and soaking them through in an instant. But it was a strange sort of feeling that she just wanted to allow to linger for a little while, wriggling with a shy blush as she settled into the sensation, the wet fabric clinging to her hind end as she teased her lover with just another little glimpse of how the panties now framed her soft, wanton folds. “See something y’all like, sugar?” She murmured huskily, something keeping her in place, his flanks heaving and need still thick and full and randy. “I think…” Anything more that she may have been trying to say, however, was lost as he kissed her passionately, tongues tangling sweetly together, nothing else existing for the two of them but one another. It was just as it should have been, albeit not quite the date night that Serenity had envisaged, but it was still something very special indeed as a flustered Axel broke the kiss with the tiniest of smiles, tail tucked down close to his body, and whispered two words to her that meant more than they let on. “Thank you…” It must have taken him a lot to say that but it was easy for her to kiss him again, however chaste it was, shyness catching up with her as the slick feel of their combined sexual fluids dampened her hind end in a curiously erotic way. Maybe that was something she’d have to think of trying out again… Maybe, just maybe… Only their time together and developing relationship, learning more and more each and every day, would tell. “Y’all are always welcome, darling.” She’d always indulge him, even if he didn’t quite want to tell her what that was. Dominated by His WifeAuthor's Note Axel is dominated by his lovely mare-wife, the Sheriff of Appleloosa... Please note that this is a commission story. Characters and details are requested by the commissioner. As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Character © respective owners Dominated by His Wife Iron Author Femdom Dominated by His Wife Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel gulped and squirmed, flat on his back on the bed he shared with Serenity, the sheriff of Appleloosa. His red coat seemed to glow faintly in the low light and he rolled his head back, mane clinging damply to his neck with sweat, need rising through him even as the hard shaft of his stallionhood plumped up, thick and full of blood. He would have done something about it if he had not been lightly tied down, swallowing hard over and over again with bated breath as if that alone would help him control his need. Of course, he was not there alone as Serenity, a brown and white pinto with gorgeous splashes of colour across her flank, teased him, dressed in nothing but her coat and determined, clearly, to show herself off to the very best of her ability. She didn’t truly need anything more to accentuate the strong curves of her body, her back end as muscled as it was feminine, although what she needed was right there before her, bound to their marriage bed. “Honey...” She breathed faintly, her mane soft and loose over her face, hanging in loosely styled colours. “I think y’all don’t need to get off quite yet.” Axel groaned and shook his head. How long was she going to deny him, taunt and tease him with the close proximity of her body but no more than that? He wanted nothing more than to delve his tongue deep up into the slit of her cunny and eat her out, taste her deeply, but Serenity didn’t seem set to do anything else but to tease him as she lifted her tail, showing off her flushed, needy folds, the trickle of moisture running down her lips to the throbbing bud of her clit. “Perhaps something a little more...seductive?” Serenity had more than one trick up her figurative sleeve, stepping out of the room while her lover squirmed and wriggled in her wake. Axel grunted and moaned out loud, his cock throbbing, oozing pre-cum. He needed to get off so very badly, his lust-addled brain unable to tell quite when had been the last time she’d even allowed it. It was a strange state to find himself in, the bondage holding him fast, pulling and tugging at the ropes to no avail. His lover was swift, however, a flirty prance in her step as she revealed the silky lingerie that she’d picked out just for him, backing up to the bed so that he could see just how the silk of it clung to her marehood, teasing in between the lips of her cunny. Axel could not help but groan as he rolled his head from side to side, striving with all his might to control himself, even though that felt like something that he was surely going to fail at with how vehemently his cock throbbed. “Please...” “What was that, honey?” She grinned, flicking her tail, eyes dancing with lustful glee. Her hoof ran up his cock and he flinched, knowing, even then, that it was not coming. She was edging him, bringing him to that raw point of need over and over again, even though her lingerie only made him want to get off more and more. The wrap of her underwear even teased around her udders, small and pert, the silk framing them as if they were ready and poised for his lips to lock around them. They were not always noticeable but she made sure that his eye was drawn as she stood over him with her legs splayed, showing off all that he could have from her if only he was not bound and sweetly submissive under her will. Axle moaned, rocking his hips and twisting, yet the rope holding him there was secure and he wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. The mare had him right where she wanted him as she practically ground her marehood back onto his muzzle, his tongue sticking out woefully but, sadly, not making contact. He groaned. It was all in play but he didn’t know how much more his cock could take – and she’d barely touched it yet! The mare’s giggles echoed around the room, enjoying her lighter play on power more than she probably should have, considering the nature of her job as sheriff. But it was good too to get the cuffs out when she had a lighter reason to use them, power thrumming lightly through her as she looked down on her stallion with her best sultry look. “I think y’all need to be reminded...mm...why I’m top mare.” Axel’s shudder could not have been more apt as she slipped down to his back end, the round of his hindquarters raised only enough for her to access what she needed. And for what the wickedly flirty mare had in mind she would only need her hoof, affording him a light caress of his nuts beforehand. The stallion trembled and groaned, tugging again helplessly at his bonds, but not even he could deny that every last little thing that she did to him made his heart pound all the more powerfully, lust rising more and more with all that she teased and taunted him with so very wonderfully. It was good to be on the bottom too, playing and toying with just how far they could go, what they could push things into, turning sex into something more exciting still than it had been their very first time together. It was new ground that they were only just beginning to explore but Axel liked the thought of it more and more, his safe word safe in the forefront of his mind just in case it was actually needed. Regardless of having it, his trust in Serenity was absolute, knowing that his sweet wife would never do anything to hurt him. Yet pain and hurt did not go hoof in hoof and it would have taken a stronger stallion than Axel to hold back as her hoof connected solidly with his hindquarters. He squealed and tried to kick out but even his hind hooves were loosely tied, allowing him some range of movement so that he would not become sore and stiff but enough that he couldn’t kick Serenity accidentally. His flanks heaved and shuddered with breath, sweat dampening his hide, and the dominant mare watched him carefully, his tolerance ebbing and waning with the flow and throb of his cock. He spilt out more and more pre-cum as if his body was trying to show off everything that it could produce all at once, shuddering and gasping, but she knew too that he had not yet reached his limit. “There’s a good colt, sweet colt.” Her tone soothed him even as he struggled to deal with the sudden rush of arousal, blushing furiously with his red cheeks, thankfully, hiding most of it from. That did not mean that his seductive Serenity did not know what was truly going on for him, however, tail twitching, the dock trapped against the bed and begging for relief. The throb of his cock and churn of his aching nuts was not the main event but a side piece to her fun as she spanked him with her hoof, making his balls and cock bob and shudder with each resonating impact. Axel did not squeal but he did gasp, sweating more heavily, the scent of need filling the air. He didn’t know why it made his cock hard to be spanked like that but it throbbed up even thicker and fuller, standing straight up from his body as it bounced and swayed back and forth. The weight of it tried to draw it back down against his stomach but her hoof teased over his nuts so wonderfully at just the right time that he didn’t much feel that there was any true pain involved in it. Neither could Axel’s cock relax at all, spilling out thick spurts of pre-cum that trickled down his length and even dripped to his belly, his need strictly evident as much as he tried to hide it, all within his will and at the end of her reins. Smack! Serenity put more force into that blow, enough to make him grunt, but Axel wasn’t thinking about that, looking down the length of his body with his chin tucked down the best he could, taking all of her in. The concentration in her eyes, the slight smirk on her lips... In the dim, tasteful light of their bedroom, she no longer looked like his wife but a dominant seductress who could take what she wanted when she wanted, teasing his body to a fervent, whining pitch of a high. Axel gasped, her hoof trailing up, her eyes catching his, softening a little just at the corners. “See something y’all like?” Oh, very much. Well, that was just what he wanted to say as his mare loomed over him, showing off her cunny as she lowered her head, making him watch every tiny motion she made, his backside stinging from the spanking. The impact of her hoof on his hind end though had not been strong enough to leave any kind of lasting damage, for which he was quite grateful, licking his lips and moaning out loud as she ran her tongue up the full length of his aching cock. “So sensitive...” And he was, he was so very much so for her, all for her. There was nothing that Serenity could have done to him at that moment in time that wouldn’t have made him moan out loud with such need that he felt quite as if he could tip over the edge at any point. Her lips caressed his cock, velvety soft, and he moaned and grunted, nostrils flared for breath that would not ease the strain in his lungs. With his backside stinging, all he could do was huff and pant and rock up to meet her, need rising in a hot and fast flush through his loins. “So needy...” Her breathy rasp did not sound like Serenity anymore and Axel could not help but let out a little nicker, tail twitching in his excitement. Oh, he wanted her, wanted her so much, need on the edge as she backed down, letting him linger there for another moment longer while her hooves teased his nuts. On the edge of the precipice from which there was no coming back from, Axel panted as she brought him right up to it over and over again, the lightest of touched and slips of her tongue bringing him there. It didn’t help, of course, that her lingerie-clad rump was practically in his face the whole time and that he had the best view down the length of his body of her lips swallowing up his cock, taking it softly into the back of her throat as she moaned around him, tail flagged high and teasing at all times. Yet, as much as he wanted to get off, there was nothing to worry about either, the stripping of control from him leaving him lighter than he’d ever been, eyes half-lidded and warm breath caressing his lips. Glancing back at him, his mare grinned, her tail draped over his head, his throbbing, twitching cock oh so very gently brushing the side of her muzzle. “Maybe now, I’ll let y’all get off, sweet one...” Axel groaned. The funny thing was, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to get off anymore. It made sense but didn’t at the same time, tail trying to flick, tension building, rising inexplicably in the clawing line of stiffness pulling down his neck into his shoulders. Yet she was there to soothe him, her tongue playing across the head of his cock so very softly, showing him all that she could do if only he was stallion enough for her, a good submissive stallion to put on a show only for her. Axel moaned. If he came, did that mean their play was at an end? Role ReversalIron Author Role Reversal Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “What do y’all think you're doing?” Serenity stumbled on her words, eyebrows shooting up, as her husband, Axel, pinned on her sheriff's badge – the badge for Appleloosa, nonetheless. She took a step back, hardly knowing what to do with herself, but her red-furred pony partner knew better than her in what to do with a mare who, in his opinion, had surely stepped over the line! “Hooves behind your back!” He grinned as he said it, serious and yet playful at the same time. Sheriff Pinto giggled, pressing a hoof over her lips, though something in her twisted at those words, warming her through in the best of ways. “And just why would I do that?” She said with a smirk. “Y’all don’t have the proper powers to cuff me!” But Axel was ready for that, at least in part, bracing himself with her hoof-cuffs between his teeth, although they were the proper kind that could be adjusted to any species to ensure a snug, secure fit. He shivered. She’d even tried them out on him a couple of times, to interesting results. Yet that night it was time for Sheriff Pinto to feel what it meant to be on the other side of the cuffs. “You’re under arrest,” he drawled, though he hadn’t taken on too much of an accent as yet during this time in Appleloosa. “For not having a license to be that darn sexy.” Serenity lost it at that but it was too late to put up anything more than a token resistance, wanting to go along with it as much as Axel wanted to start things up in a kinkier way with her. She could not deny as he hobbled her hooves with the cuffs (clearly deciding against making her walk and fumble with her front hooves tucked behind her back, which was not a natural position for a pony) that she was interested in it too, wanting to see just where the newly dominant streak in him was coming from. For good or bad, she was always up for a little experimentation. “Being too sexy isn’t a crime, dahling...” Axel chuckled, though his heart leapt at the sudden shift in power, marching her to the bedroom. “To you, it might not be but I think you’ll find that I have the law in my hooves this time...” And that was true as he playfully tossed her on the bed, Serenity bouncing lightly as she rolled onto her side. It was only her front hooves that had been cuffed and she could still move around at least a little, tail flicking up to show off the treat of her sex, disrobed after her work for the day had ended in the sheriff’s office. She let him do it too, though a kiss on her lips came through first and foremost as he playfully pinned her back, his hind legs slipping astride her body as if he meant to ride her. Yet it was there that the role-play ended with other lusts taking precedence, Axel grunting softly as he took advantage of her position, kissing and nipping at her neck as the mare beneath him groaned. She really was too sexy, so very sexy, and he was a lucky stallion indeed to get to enjoy her as she naturally was, the sweet aroma of arousal floating from her sex like the tantalising magical trail of a seductress trying to reel him in. Yet he wanted to be reeled in, very much so, licking his lips and working his way down her bare body. Ponies typically went without clothing but there was a shift in how she held her body when she was actually “naked” before him, raw and vulnerable as she shivered. “Oh, Axel...” His name on her lips was all that he needed for the tucked-up flesh of his sheath to plump out with his arousal, cock slipping out, hardening and thickening up before his lover’s eyes. Serenity let out a low moan and licked her lips as she laid back, tugging faintly at the cuffs, although having them there only added an extra, unexpected thrill of excitement to it. He can do anything to me... If that was true or not remained to be seen as she couldn’t get out of the cuffs but she was hardly restrained fully, the two of them eagerly horny, Axel’s shaft slapping out against his stomach as his need grew. Yet he was a stallion too who could now take what he wanted from her, his poor, helpless, cuffed mare at his hooves. All that he had to take and give, however, was all that she craved too, moaning out his name as his cock slid up against her stomach, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum behind. He was so randy! Her heart soared but there was little time to think of that as Axel’s shaft pressed to her marehood, the softly winking folds practically begging him to ease into her. It was where his cock belonged, after all, the thrill of lust swamping her mind, the metal cuffs digging in ever so lightly. It was that sensation that had Serenity moaning so loudly that she even surprised herself as he penetrated her. Lying on her side while he fucked her in an unconventional position, hind legs flexed, all she could do was whimper and murmur for more as he teased deeper and deeper. Axel sweated. It was a ploy and a tease on his part, the bed bowing under his hooves as his weight shifted, making her want him even more. He saw the need in her eyes and as much as he yearned to satisfy that need as a part of him wanted to see her beg for it even more, to see her squirm and whimper, just as she had made him do so many times before. The tables, regardless of how they had been, stacked could still be turned, after all, and his hocks flexed as he wantonly pushed deeper and deeper into her, up past the medial ring. She was tight, tighter on her side, her hind legs left pressed together while she moaned and panted. Her chin half-rested on the pillows but neither of them cared about little comforts like that as Axel grunted and gave a harder thrust, spearing a couple more inches into her, most of his cock swallowed up by the tight, wet grip of her marehood. It was all he could do right there and then not to fuck her hard and fast, ploughing into her to let his more feral side show, a rampant need shuddering through him as his breath caught in his throat. He’d never quite felt like that before but it would take more sessions with his sweetheart still before he truly understood those primal urges pushing him on. Serenity moaned and wriggled beneath him, wanting more. He’d never done that before, been so commanding, all in a way that felt as if she was the one bending to him, wanting it all. The pinto mare tried to buck but a hoof on her leg warned her to keep still, butterflies in her stomach fluttering, beating their wings in the cage of her gut. She wanted to do something, to get what her need wanted to savour oh so terribly, but nothing could be done with the cuffs, her memory of just how to get out of them woefully out of reach at that particular moment in time. Axel dipped his nose, nuzzling and lipping at the exposed side of her neck, passions rising. She needed it so badly and yet she was so proud and stubborn at the same time, their skin nearly burning up with the heat of their passion. Within her, his cock throbbed and pulsed and his head swam, need so thick that he could barely contain himself. Yet, however tentatively, he was the one in control. “You’ll have to beg for it...” Her eyes widened. She would never beg! Just who did Axel think she was? And yet his cock pushing within her, tugging at her folds, drove that notion from her mind in a moment, tongue pushing out over her bottom lip, a moan tickling forth. Oh, he just felt too good inside her, her folds twitching and squeezing down around him, although she didn’t even feel in control of her own body anymore. How that had happened Serenity didn’t know but there was nothing she could do but stay right where she was for the ride, arching and trying to grind back at him. But she would not beg! Axel powered over her, hindquarters working, needing more, mane hanging down his neck as the lewd slop of his cock filling her filled the bedroom. It was dirty and it was raw and it was everything he needed, a smile on his lips, however he breathed through his mouth with them parted. Although his nostrils flared, he just couldn’t get all the breath in through them that he needed, tail lifting, wanting his climax, needing more, always more. Serenity whimpered. He couldn’t be serious, not still, not then. But a moan was all she had for him as her marehood twitched and massaged the full length of his shaft, trying to pull him deeper even as he fucked her, holding her closer in his front legs as he drew her in against his chest. He needed her and she needed him and there were only a few little words to make it all right again, to bring them both to sweet completion. And she could not bear it. “Please,” she breathed, eyes closed, something very strange tingling through her. “I... I want...” But that was all she managed to get out as she howled out her orgasm, bucking and grinding back at him regardless of how he tried to pin her down, heat rising to her cheeks and ears softly splayed. Not even Axel could have held back now that his lover was in the throes of orgasm – and that was if the pulsating twitch of her tight sex was not enough for him already. He ground his teeth together and drove his hooves down into the bed but he simply wasn’t able to hold back anymore either over his lovingly cuffed mare, slamming in one last time and letting his cock stay there, trembling, letting out one, last groan of climax. The flow of seed pouring forth was more potent than ever and, dare he say, thicker too. Everything seemed stronger with such play taken well enough in hoof and he barely knew what to think, head spinning, needing it all, his chest tight with need, though he was breathing as fine as could ever be expected. His shaft throbbed inside her, sending one thickly virile pulse after pulse into her, his orgasm unprecedented as she moaned out loud, breathless and panting, mane clinging damply to her neck. In the midst of orgasm, she must have nipped her lip and Axel kissed her impulsively, sweetening the edge of soreness there with the softness of his own. Slowly and gently, they came down from their joint high (well, almost joint) and Axel had the presence of mind to remove her cuffs, fumbling in doing so, before collapsing to her side. One foreleg remained flung over her body and an exhausted Serenity nuzzled into him as his cock slipped from her, softening while her marehood winked and twitched, oozing and pushing out a delicious cocktail of their arousal. No words were needed, only kissing, Serenity’s lips finding Axel’s first as her hooves snaked around him in the absence of the cuffs, the lingering feel of them tingling around her fetlocks. Kissing deeply, they pressed together, reflecting in the dimming heat of the afterglow on what had gone down. Regardless of the lingering tingles of climax, however, they knew one thing for sure. A quick flirt with experimentation had opened up new doors for the two of them! Author's Note Swapping roles with the pony sheriff for some kinky fun has never been so good... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on SubscribeStar and Patreon (SubscribeStar contains extreme content while Patreon does not)! Please check the tiers on the following links if you would like to support! Patreon (no extreme content): https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe SubscribeStar (includes extreme content): https://subscribestar.adult/arian-mabe As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Character © respective owners Honey, I Shrunk My Husband!Iron Author Size Difference Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel didn’t know he was dreaming but that was the way of it, at least most of the time, when a pony was trotting and prancing through Princess Luna’s dreamland, the safekeeping of the night making dreams a welcome place after her return. The red-coated pony inspected his bedroom with interest, though, in the dream, it was different, bigger, everything towering as if it had been super-sized, though how that had happened he had no idea. But wait... That wasn’t right. The pony’s brow furrowed, looking around him, taking in everything from a new perspective. It was not his bedroom and the new, wooden furniture that he had purchased with his wife-mare, Serenity, that was bigger but him that was smaller! In fact, he was absolutely tiny, though perfectly so, every other aspect of his body formed as he had remembered it, all as it should have been. Thud! Thud! Thud! His wife! Axel giggled and darted to the side as she walked through the bedroom though, to a pony of his size, it seemed like the pinto mare was thundering through across the wooden floor. Yet he was an opportunist at best and scrambled up the bed using a corner of the blanket that was draping down to the floor, huffing and puffing as he scurried all the way up. As was the nature of dreams, things didn’t quite make sense on waking but, in the dream, all he wanted to do was to jump into the cute pair of cotton panties she was wearing. He licked his lips, a devious smirk on his lips, and scrambled into them, wriggling and squirming, her hind end dwarfing him but in the very best of ways. With a flip of his hooves and a little help from gravity, he managed to get inside, heart pounding and head spinning with the eroticism of what he was doing. Her marehood pressed up to him and he giggled, going for her clit straight away with both hooves. Axel couldn’t possibly be too rough with her when he was that small and he leaned into teasing her with gusto, even rubbing his muzzle and tongue over it too, the sweet scent of her tingling with a musky edge, interwoven with one another. It was all he could do in there to retain control of himself, tongue hanging out, her marehood right before him, winking lightly and pulling as her body reacted to his touch. “Unnfff...” Serenity moaned, her words vibrating softly through her. “What in Tartarus...” She couldn’t finish the utterance as Axel traced his tongue up her soft folds, tasting her essence, her juices already following as they lingered on her tongue. She didn’t understand but she didn’t have to understand as the little pony inside her panties worked his magic, rubbing her clit, swapping between that and her folds, unable to choose which one he wanted more. He was just as much lost to sensation as Serenity was, panting with hot yet tiny washes of breath tickling her folds, wriggling and squirming and even using his whole body to stimulate her, bucking and grinding against her folds. Even his cock, perfectly sized to him but tiny to her, was out and pushing against her softness, leaving small smears of pre-cum in its wake, his excitement impossible to deny. He should have jumped out and told her what was going on but things just weren’t logical in the dream and Axel was far too wound up to let such things take over his mind when he needed it too. His shaft throbbed and he even let out a strangled little whinny against her folds as his tail lashed, brushing her clit, Serenity shuddering and moaning loudly. The stimulation was so far changed from anything that she would ever have experienced before with a normal-sized pony that she could not have guessed that she had a miniature Axel in her panties, teasing and working her up into a frenzy. But the panties were so soft that he could not have resisted even if he had had the notion to in his mind, completely overcome with her scent and pressing a little of his nose, less than tentatively, into her folds. Her juices soaked his fur quickly and he grunted as he lapped it off his muzzle, shifting and working, pushing in, testing just how far he could tease things. It was no secret between them just how much he liked her panties, especially the cotton ones just like the ones currently wrapped around her sweet hindquarters, and he giggled with the sheer naughtiness of being in the sheriff’s panties, a cheeky stowaway. Serenity’s legs trembled, shaking him against her folds, and he squeaked as she sat down on him, though he was far from hurt. Crushed lightly into her marehood, he gulped and moaned out loud, though that was a moan that his wife-mare would never hear, so muffled was he by both her panties and the soft heat of her marehood. “Ohhh...” She moaned, rocking her hips, grinding down on him. “Yes... Oh, that feels so good!” The last words came out in a raw cry and the mare could not control herself, her hind end pressing down on him, squashing him even though Axel did not come to any harm. He wasn’t thinking straight in the sweet confines of the dream, murmuring and whimpering against her, as happy as it was ever possible for him to be, his tail flicking back and forth like a dog wagging their tail. How could it be so erotic to be inside her panties? He could barely move, barely breathe, and yet Axel was far more than simply comfortable, right where he wanted to be. The stallion wheezed and whinnied, bucking and grinding against her marehood, pushing his forelegs inside and teasing her, though it was impossible for Serenity to attribute the sensation to anything that she may have experienced before. If she knew that it was him in there, would she have done more? Axel giggled and grinned, using his whole body as his hind legs slipped inside her, the softness of her marehood exquisite in the lightness of her teasing. Even the twitching pull of her cunny around his legs and hind end was more than enough to get his shaft aching for release, the need overpowering even in the dream that he did not still know was a dream. It was too much, all so much, his head pounding with the need to please her, to do anything to please her. Axel’s orgasm was all by the by and would come either way, her scent swamping him, juices coating his body seemingly from head to toe. Whichever way he twisted, he was wrapped up in the embrace of her sex, rippling and twitching, the breath of the mare above him catching as she ground and humped back on him, treating the little Axel as nothing more than a living sex toy. So vehement and needy were her humping rocks and pushes of her hips that Axel could barely move, snatching what breath he could as his heart soared, pounding out through his chest and sending a shuddering tremor through him with each and every beat. She used her weight against him, grinding and pushing, yet she didn’t know quite what she was doing either, he imagined, only knowing that what she was doing felt good and that she wanted more of that, so very much more. Axel whimpered against her, climaxing and yet that was not the main event. He painted her marehood with sticky streams of cum, climaxing shockingly more in the dream than he ever had in real life, but all he could be in the moment was glad to be there. More, he thought, could he please have more? He couldn’t turn over against her and wriggle anymore but he could allow himself to be a toy for her, his body providing just enough stimulation for the randy mare as she pushed down on him, his legs slipping and slithering against her slippery folds. There was nothing to grip and Axel was but a toy for her to use, even if she didn’t know it, his body easing against her, her clit fat and throbbing. While she bore down on the smaller pony’s body, Axel got his hooves and forelegs around her clit, hanging onto it as if he could cling there, regardless of how wet she was. Even as more and more of her juices flowed out, soaking him from head to hoof, mane drenched and clinging to his neck, he moaned for her pleasure, rubbing and caressing her clit over and over again. She simply couldn’t hold back, whinnying shrilly, hips bucking, grinding, intent only on her pleasure. Serenity did not know, could not have known, that there was a pony in her panties and Axel was there to help her ride out her orgasm in the very best of ways, her tail flagged over him, pulling at the panties. He howled out his pleasure, pressing his nose into her clit, even that nub of flesh seeming to throb and twitch as her folds pushed out every drop of her juices, slickening up her passage. Axel rolled his head back, caught up in the bliss of the moment, even if it was not his pleasure that was of the greatest importance at that moment. Everything about what he was caught up in was perfect, absolutely so, his need flowing forth, swelling, pumping up through his body even as every part of her that he was pressed up against twitched and slicked-up with her arousal. There could be no doubt whatsoever in his mind that she had had her fill of him, lips parted in a slack-jawed smile, tongue hanging out in carnal, sweetening bliss. There was nowhere else he would have preferred to be, whimpering softly, the warmth of her absolute. If Axel could have stayed there forever, he very much would have done, eyes closed, the sweet wetness of her clinging to his tongue as he suckled down more and more, his tiny muzzle never running dry. Above him, Serenity sighed, but there was only so long that such a lovely dream could go on, something pulling at him, even though it was not yet time to wake. There would be much to account for when the two of them returned to daylight in the coming of the morn. * In the waking world, Serenity drifted to wakefulness in the morning, her hair all mussed up and a familiar pony shape pressed up to her back. He was warm, that was true, but there was something different about how she woke that morning, something wet and sticky painting her back end. “What on earth?” Peering back over her shoulder, slowly so as not to wake Axel, Serenity flipped her tail up, revealing his soft cock still pushed out from his sheath and flopped out across her backside. That in itself was not all that unusual but was different, erotically so, was the gleam of seed lingering at the head of his cock and the white splurge of cum across her pantie-clad back end. Serenity made a soft noise of appreciation, grinding back at him just to see his cock twitch, even that little motion alone making his length thicken and pump up with blood. He was so sensitive to her that it felt quite as if she could do anything and see her lover randy in but a moment, the urge to do more swelling through her, heating up her veins, a needy drive that had her moaning out loud. “So needy...” Serenity wasn’t talking about herself though as Axel groaned in his sleep, his forelegs around her, drawing her in close, holding her tightly. With a breathless yet lusty giggle on her lips, she cast him a sultry look back that only she would ever know. It was time to even the orgasm score... “Wake up, sweetheart...” It seemed she had a pantie dirtier who owed her a round! Author's Note When Axel is shrunk, he climbs into his wife's pony panties and shenanigans ensue! As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters (c) respective owners
Colt's BoundariesAuthor's Note A colt experiments and finds out where his limits in submission lie... One of a set for Lord Legion - enjoy! Please be aware, if commenting, that this is a commission story written to specifications and is from my round of Iron Author discounted slots if you fancy something for yourself too! Iron Author: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/846234/iron-author-2019-discounted-slots-now-open Commissions: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/834417/commissions-2018 This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © Lord Legion Colt's Boundaries Iron Author Femdom Colt’s Boundaries Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel hadn’t thought that things would get so hot so quickly but looking at Serenity – otherwise known as Sheriff Pinto of Appleloosa to the rest of the town citizens out West – dressed up in black lingerie that was less of the frilly, ‘lace-y’ variety and cut more with slick daring lines was most certainly a hoof-step in the right direction. The brown and white paint mare knew when she had to be harder in her line of work, maintaining law and order in Appleloosa, but that was not something that had ever entered the bounds of their relationship, even though he’d been just a little bit curious right from the beginning how hoof-cuffs would feel locked around his fetlocks. The trials and teasing of power play were hardly something to be trifled with and lines had to be drawn around them even in the bounds of lust and love – although it was hard for even Axel to do that as he lay on his back on the bed, fore-hooves drawn up to his red-furred chest, sweating just a little. It was what he wanted, of course, to take things a little further and see just what they may be able to enjoy and explore together, but seeing his sweetheart standing over him with a smirk on her lips and a glitter in her eye was nearly enough to stop his heart. It settled for skipping a beat, however, and he groaned deep in the back of his throat as she paced around him – or at least as much of the bed as the room allowed, the headboard pushed up against the wall. The lines of her body were cast into sharp definition in the tasteful light, a crimson bulb making everything seem that little bit saucier than usual, the stallion shivering delightedly as she ran a hoof down his front to his sheath and balls. “Heard y’all got something here for me, darling,” she murmured, although there was a decided ‘bite’ to her tone that set Axel’s heart racing in the very best of ways. “Something…real special…” She could not turn off her heavy accent entirely even as she softened her drawl, taking on a seductive yet commanding tone as she teased him. A little slap of her hoof to his hindquarters had him trembling as he had their very first time together all over again, heart pounding and blood rushing to his cheeks – not that it was visible, however, with the hue of his coat being what it was. “So needy,” she purred as he could not help but allow his cock out, the fat length of horse-flesh thickening up before her lustful eyes. “Does it really only take a little touch for a colt like you to get so randy an’ all riled up?” Axel gasped and nodded quickly, eyes closing, heat driving a course down his neck, even up to the tips of his ears. But then Serenity’s hoof was under his chin, firmly forcing his head up even as his shaft throbbed wantonly and she met his eyes with a gaze that held more seductive steel in it than he’d ever had the luxurious pleasure of seeing ever before. “Look at me, pony.” He was not just a pony, he wanted to say, but his lips were sealed shut, nostrils fluttering with breath as he groaned in the back of his throat and nodded faintly. Unable to suck enough hair into his lungs, Axel gulped noticeably as she produced that coveted pair of hoof-cuffs, magically infused so that they could be locked around the typically thicker pony legs where the fetlocks did not provide some soft definition and narrower point to cup and clasp. As a pony, he would not be able to keep his hooves up over his head with the magically infused steel shining dully, erotically, around them for long, chest heaving and cock seeming to twitch with each and every breath. “How long ‘til y’all release this for me?” She breathed, tail flagged as if in anticipation. “Now? Oh, you can’t hold back, can y’all, little colt…” It was all a tease, just something to test the waters, and yet Axel could not help but do as she asked, her commands coming easily from lips that had trained in such acts, if not in the bounds of the bedroom. And Serenity most certainly seemed to be enjoying herself too, if the scent of a needy mare flooding the room was at all anything to go by, tail flicking back and forth in a swish of long, fine hairs. His eyes followed the sway of it as she controlled him lightly, massaging the length of his shaft between her hooves with a sexy flutter of her eyelashes that, somehow, looked different to any sweetness she had put on show for him before. No… There was something more to Sheriff Pinto when she was in control, teasing his length and showing him just how easily she could make beads of pre-cum glisten at the tip of his cock, the veins pulsing out as if his body simply could not contain itself. And she seemed to know just what to do too, testing the waters and dipping a hoof in as she judged his reactions carefully, pushing further whenever he gave a particularly delectable wriggle of delight or moan that came oh so very breathily. The pinto mare hummed lightly to herself, need rising up in the pit of her belly too, flanks rising and falling just a little too swiftly with her increased rate of breathing. Maybe next time she’d have to find some bandanas and see just how helpless she could make her brave, strong colt when all he could do was whimper and moan with desire for her… But it was her own arousal and longing in heat, her marehood tensing and pulsing with need, that was her undoing as words stuttered from Serenity’s lips before they had been carefully reflected on and chosen for. If she’d taken a moment more, perhaps things could have been different, and yet sometimes the only way that a pony could possibly learn was through experience and, of course, making mistakes. “Your mother would be so disappointed… Wanting a stallion and all she got was a colt. My colt.” It may have been erotic to someone else, anyone else, but the look in Axel’s eyes, glazing over as his lower jaw fell ever so slightly slack, told a different tale. Serenity backtracked immediately as his shaft softened, taking no chances and retreating quickly into his sheath, the fleshy folds hiding his most vulnerable part even as the rest of his was left, not very erotically in the slightest, exposed. The hoof-cuffs fell away but he hardly noticed as he withdrew into himself, his forelock hanging down heavily over his eyes as if he was trying to shield himself away from even her, his sweetheart and the love of his very life. “I’m sorry, honey, that was too far, I’m so sorry, Axel.” She drew him into her forelegs as he shuddered and tried to shake off the memory, the darkness that clung to him and threatened to override everything that he’d worked so very hard towards on the coldest of winter nights. He had not known her for very long and, well, that was something he’d told Serenity in the early days of their dating life, something that Axel had never really wanted to make a big deal of for fear of dredging up bad memories. And yet it was sometimes the holding back of information that brought up those memories, all the same, an ill-timed comment flowing from lips that were as inexperienced at the nuances of a little kinky play as he was. And she’d meant no harm even as she drew him against her, tucking her muzzle down against him as Serenity shook right along with him. To have hurt her stallion, her lover, her life partner… It did not bear thinking about and yet she had to admit to her mistake, taking a deep breath that did nothing to ease the ache in her lungs (it was likely nothing in comparison to what he was feeling at that time), brushing his mane tenderly back from his cheek and neck. “Axel… I’m so very sorry,” she breathed, fighting with herself to meet his eyes, the stallion blinking rapidly as if to force back the threat of tears. “Please… Can y’all ever think to forgive me?” But, of course, he could and he would too, nuzzling into her neck even as he whispered his acceptance of it. At least then they both knew where the line was drawn and he was able to slink his foreleg, tentatively back around her too, Serenity not knowing until he did just that how much she’d needed him to hold her too. Shaken to her core, deeper than she would have truly have cared to admit out loud, she kissed him deeply, fiercely, passionately, showing him every last bit of love she had for him and more, her apology ringing through sincerely and true. That was the boundary line, the one that they had drawn in the sand and filled in with concrete, cemented into place. Whereas there would be more to come, in the future, to speak of on that point, for such an event warranted introspection and reflection on the count of both partners, digging into an issue that had presented itself outside of the bedroom. There was more, indeed, to be undertaken on that count but they need one another right there and then in that very moment and two equine bodies would not be denied their trembling nuances of lust in the filtered red light spilling from the lamp. Kissing turned into something more, something that may have been out of place if they had not already been so close to one another. After the loss of his mother, Axel had so very badly needed to feel something and yet that had been so very long ago that the stallion was acutely aware that he had a warm, loving mare in his forelegs right then and there, someone who adored him unconditionally and would always, irrevocably, be there for him. He would have found himself severely amiss to not respond in kind, to take what was offered and give it all back tenfold, their love only growing stronger for the overcoming of a mistake. They’d come back to a little kinky power play in time but there was nothing more for them to discuss in the moment as he slid her hot, black panties down her muscled legs, moaning for her even as she took his newly throbbing hard-on into her mouth. There was nothing else for Axel to do but enjoy the sweetness of her marehood too, lapping and suckling at her clit as she ‘sixty-nined’ him, their bodies moving together in sweet yet carnal bliss, tongues knowing every last ridge and bump in their most intimate of regions. And that was just why they were able to move on from an incident, kissing and moaning against one another as they heated up once more for all the right reasons and so much more again. Serenity huffed over his shaft as she drew back to the tip, struggling to contain herself as his tongue made her heart sing, pounding to a beat that he commanded, despite his desire too to give up that command. There was no holding back as he dug his tongue softly into her sex, knowing just how to push her over the edge, and the mare could only howl mutely around his length as she swallowed him down again, taking a load of hot stallion-cream down her gulping throat even as she flooded his muzzle with the heady juices of a mare who had been exceptionally well satisfied. Things may have run awry of their original plans but they would be better for it, strong and more loving as a couple. They would grow and learn and comfort and love for many, many more years and, well, they could expect more mistakes too. That was just why they had to forgive what was never intended. Future times would be all the sweeter for their understanding.
Mare for an EveningAuthor's Note A stallion is coerced into gender swapping into a mare for an evening "date" to a school reunion... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners Mare for an Evening Iron Author Gender Swapping Mare for an Evening Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “Summer… Is this really necessary?” “Yes!” The orange-coated stallion chuckled and shook his head, tapping a hind hoof impatiently, as Axel groaned and hunkered down in the bedroom, unwilling to come out as the potion worked its magic. Why, oh, why had he admitted to Summer View that they’d played that trick on him before, turning him into a mare just after Nightmare Night? He should have known that his school-hood friend would have taken any chance whatsoever to tease him and, of course, use the information to his advantage in the form of a bet that had been played very much to his disadvantage. To the victor went the spoils, however, and he was given a potion before Summer Sunset’s school reunion (they had gone to different final schools for vocational studies after spending some of their foalhood together), the stallion insisting that he couldn’t possibly go without a ‘plus one’, someone to make him look a bit less lonely (for he wasn’t dating anyone at that time). Summer didn’t want just a stallion to accompany him but a mare to show off, the very mare that Axel was being transformed into as his most intimate of regions teased into the sex of a mare, tail hanging thick and full over his hindquarters. The pony gasped and rolled his head back, swallowing hard as even his waistline became slimmer and more feminine still, haunches rounded with a very pleasant layer of fat. She inhaled deeply, settling into a body that was hers but not hers at the same time, intrinsically so. But she wasn’t feeling all that introspective and Summer View was still hollering anxiously from the stairs that he was ready to go and would she just stop being such a filly and hurry up already? For the moment, she was Axel Rose and Axel Rose alone. And she had a ‘job’ to do… “Alright…” She made a face as she walked out of the bedroom, her mane even seeming to fall in a more feminine way as Summer View gasped and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, his orange and yellow mane sticking out in all directions as if he had not even brushed it as yet. “Look, I’m here now. Can we just go and get this over with?” Summer could not help ogling the mare who had only just a short time ago been a stallion, nearly walking smack-bang into the doorframe as even Axel had to let out a chuckle, the lilt of her tone softer and lighter than before. He was a goof sometimes but there was no real harm in him. “I have to ask though,” she said, shaking her mane back from her neck. “Why didn’t you just make me go with you as a stallion for the bet? Wouldn’t I have been your extra on the list anyway for that? Why did you need a mare?” Laughing shortly, Summer winked and shook his head, trotting along ahead as if she could not hustle her new friend, Axel Rose, along quickly enough. “It’s more fun to go to a big ol’ do like this with a nice filly, now, isn’t it?” * Although she would not have admitted it, Axel Rose actually found herself enjoying the school reunion just a little bit. There was no sense of needing to pretend to be someone she was not and, really, she was already someone she was not, free to relax and sip a fruity cocktail (wouldn’t Serenity giggle if she saw her drinking that?) with the chatter all abuzz around her. At least being with Summer would make her off limits, she thought, enjoying watching him catch up even as he took great pride and pleasure in introducing her to his friends from times long gone by. Why, was it really all that time ago that they were at school? Sometimes it seemed as if it was only a few months back. How time flew! “Hey there… I didn’t think Summer View could score such a fine filly like you…” Axel Rose froze, eyes wide. “Er… Excuse me?” He had to be talking to someone else, surely. He simply had to be, but no amount of wishing or pleading with any listening deity (Lunar and Celestia didn’t typically involve themselves with such humdrum things like school reunions though) made it so the tan stallion with a brawny build was not looking at her with that little gleam in his eye. Laughing nervously, she waved a hoof, trying to act like the mares she’d seen, in her times, dismissing those who had stepped just a shade over the line of what was considered friendly. “Oh, yeah…” She said, cringing at just how over the top her voice came out. “He’s a really great guy, just a great guy… Been with him ages now, such a lovely stallion!” Oh, dear Celestia… That wasn’t about to stop the tan stallion, however, who seated himself comfortably beside her at the bar and proceeded to introduce himself (she glassed over the name), wittering on about his life and achievements and the like as if some level of knowing was already assumed. Axel nearly snorted into her drink, thankfully getting close to the bottom as she allowed his words to wash over her. She was hardly going to be quizzed on them later when she didn’t even want to bother to remember his name… And yet she had to get away. He had to be the only clueless stallion in the place, surely, if he thought she was with Summer and still wanted to ‘get it on’ or something with her! “Sugar,” she said, putting on as stern a voice as she could, embodying her own lover and life partner. “Should you really be all up here flirting it on with me when you know my colt is here too?” Such a blunt declaration of just what he was doing seemed to shock the stallion out of his rambles, stuttering over his words and fumbling even as Axel Rose rolled her eyes and hopped off the bar stool, making good her getaway. The things that mares had to put up with and deal with from stallions! She’d had a glimpse of it before, the first time she’d been turned into Axel Rose, but there was nothing like the sharp reality and shock of experiencing it first hoof, so to speak. And yet he was not the only stallion who seemed to be interested in her as she tried to make her way through the common mingling space, a heaving throng of slightly tipsy bodies, only to bump into a chest that seemed far too wide for the stallion it belonged to. “Oh! Excuse me!” She tried to step around him but the tall stallion held out a foreleg to stop her, his green mane gelled up and toppled down a strong, blue neck as if he had spent hours in the mirror beforehand styling it. “Hey… You’re pretty cute! Got a stallion friend here with you, cutie?” Axel Rose made a face. “Cutie? Ergh… Yes, actually.” She backtracked quickly without introducing herself or saying anything more, only to be stopped yet again by a smaller pony with glasses balanced on his nose. She stared at him incredulously as he talked over her, introducing himself and fumbling only slightly with his words as he crooned and stroked her cheek – she pulled away, her jaw dropping – showing interest in her that rang through with the intent for one thing and one thing alone. “No… No, thank you.” Was that the end of it? No! It could not be so! As she’d tried to delicately extricate herself from that rather uncomfortable situation, she had been surrounded on all sides and could not even see the exit anymore! Although most were subtle, she could not help her cheeks heating up in a rosy, glowing blush as she felt more and more eyes graze her. In any other circumstance, she may have been able to put their attention down to something else a little more savoury but it seemed that stallions dominated Summer’s old school and, well, every last one of them was interested in just who she was and if she was with anyone. Of course, Summer View himself was no help at all, off at the bar chatting up the hot bartender, although whether or not she was in on everything or anything at all was another question entirely. And Axel could not spare him another thought, torn between running to Summer and demanding that he provide some level of bodyguard-ness or something and not, well, disrupting the nice little chat he had going on there. Why did she have to be so lord-darn nice? It didn’t help, in particular, when a mare with the same, gorgeously green eyes as the mare that she had vowed her heart to even took a chance, sidling up to her with a little hip-wiggle that was utterly to die for. If things had been different, she may have been bold enough with the cocktail easing her inhibitions and worries to take a night with the mare herself but, as it was, Axel beat a hasty retreat as several stallions watching the whole debacle burst into raucous laughter. Idiots… Cursing, she shook her head, a shyly smiling stallion offering his hoof for her to shake, step faltering even as he made himself known amongst the throng. “No, I’m not available,” she growled through gritted teeth, stepping away even as she spoke. “Now, excuse me.” “Oh, I’m so very sorry, I didn’t mean to…” But it was too late for soft words and apologies – who just went after any mare who happened to be hanging about? – where they could have otherwise been kindly and graciously received. All Axel Rose could think about as she was surrounded was getting the hell out of dodge and out of the crowd that seemed to have every intention of hitting on her, drawing her in until there was no sense of escape. Holy Celestia, what was with Summer View’s old school that everyone ended up so thirsty? She thought she’d gotten away clean at last as the crowd thinned around her, Axel flushing heavily as heads still seemed to turn in her direction, curious as to the ‘strange, red mare’ was. She wasn’t a lady in red by any means but they all seemed to think that she had a story to tell or, at least, something to offer or enjoy but some stallions really just needed to damn well learn when to take ‘no’ for an answer! Their curiosity may have been sweet to a mare or even flattering if they’d wanted it but there was altogether too much apple cider flowing for anyone to be entirely in control of either their senses and their bodies, some ponies at the stage in life that they wanted to be at come the time of the reunion and others…decidedly not. That was no reason, of course, for drinking to excess or desperately going out on a limb with a mare who had well enough made her feelings known time after time again. No one, however, tried to force her as excruciatingly uncomfortable as the whole thing was and the thought of simply revealing that she was actually a stallion only temporarily a mare crossed her mind more than once as the reunion party wound down and she met up with a particularly chipper Summer View, bedraggled and far less relaxed than she had been on sipping her cocktail. But her friend had a new bounce in his step and she could not help but smile, a little of Axel Rose’s energy returning in light of his apparent good feeling. Sometimes even a little thing like that was simply contagious. “Good night?” He chirped, trotting on the spot (a little shakily, as he had also been partaking of the drink on offer). “Oh my Celestia, Axel… She’s gorgeous! And she plays hoof-ball too! I could talk to her all night long but look – we’ve got a date next week! Isn’t that great!” “That’s great!” She echoed genuinely, putting sincere feeling into the words. “I’m ready to go now though if everyone’s packing up. Just one thing…” She fixed him with a level look, drawing herself up to her full height as the stallion’s eyes grew wide, tail clamped down firmly over his rump as if he was, all of a sudden, striving to protect his most intimate of regions in the face of a mare who was, suddenly, admirably thunderous. Who the hell needed a stallion to protect them, after all, when she was Axel Rose? But there was a twinkle in her eye still as she flicked her tail sassily, even though true meaning rang through her words, play mixed with seriousness that could not be ignored. “Take me on a date again and y’all better get your tail in gear and treat a lady right!” And so he would!
The Watching MareAuthor's Note Two lovers are spied on and Sheriff Pinto uncovers her sly secret... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners The Watching Mare Iron Author Voyeurism The Watching Mare Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion She knew she shouldn’t have followed them home: that much was most certainly a given fact. The mare knew the law and, well, she wasn’t exactly following it to the letter, telling herself the whole way that she was not doing anything wrong. Of course, if someone had to tell themselves that they weren’t doing anything wrong, too often the probability was that they actually were. Her cream-coloured coat did not help the pony mare either to blend into the night, russet-auburn curls bouncing along, as she made her way to the home of the hottest couple in town, or so she had dubbed them on first meeting the sweet duo. A new bartender in town and a unicorn too to boot, Jolie Trot had set her eyes on one stallion. Or, rather, she had let her eyes wander to Axel, the husband of Sheriff Pinto, even though she knew he was off-limits. And she could not have even told herself just what she was doing, explaining what even she did not understand, the desire she felt for the stallion, the way he looked at Sheriff Pinto. No… She had to know. She had to see. Or just understand a little more about them as she picked up the pace, darting into their little garden. It was originally a ground-floor property but, annoyingly, they had extended the attic into a bedroom, which made it more difficult for her to clamber up to a spot where she could follow the glow of a lamp through a window. The downstairs, of course, was in darkness at such a late hour and Jolie had heard around town that neither of them were really known for being night owls by any stretch of the imagination. Both of their jobs required them to be early to rise and get to it and her heart, why… Jolie suppressed a shudder, awkwardly scaling the tree in their garden, although it was a scrubby thing that was not ever really designed to take the weight of a pony. She must have looked like a strange sort of bird – maybe a hippogriff? Or was that no longer politically correct to say anymore? – perched up there in the swaying branches that were too thin to safely hold her – and yet the thought of seeing those firm, solid muscles that she’d glimpsed at his repair shop when he was oily and sweaty and so very hard at work kept her going, lips parted in a sheen of gloss to see just what went on in their private abode. And Jolie Trot was far from a disappointment. The most boring of things that could have gone on in their bedroom would have still given her a little voyeuristic thrill but what she saw, oh… Oh, she could not have anticipated such eroticism! For the couple in question was so caught up in their lovemaking at that very moment that there would have been no possible way for them to pay attention to or even take note of their swinging, swaying, voyeur in the tree outside, Serenity on her back with her hind legs splayed to allow Axel to mate her, folds tight and needy around the length of his shaft. Mesmerised, Jolie could not help but watch with avid attention, unwilling to drag her gaze away even though her better mind and sense of self told her that she was doing something entirely ridiculous. Just how he thrust, the muscles in his body tensing and tightening… Gulping, she moaned, lips forming a tiny, perfect ‘O’ that Axel, surely, would never have the pleasure of seeing for himself. He had someone but she could not fault him for that, as much as her heart pounded to see and enjoy the show he was, quite unknowingly, putting on for her. His tail flagged as he snorted – she saw his nostrils flare! – seeming to lean even further over his lover as their lips met in a needy kiss that spoke untold words of their lust and love for one another. Without thinking, she teased her folds with the magic from her horn, the glow illuminating her face and features. She shouldn’t have done it but she couldn’t find it in herself to either care or hold back, grinding back into the pleasurable touch and tingle of her blue-tinted magic that filled her like a stallion’s member, even though it was not enough for her – it would never be enough for her when she could have had a hot stud like Axel if only she’d been lucky enough to snap him up before Serenity came along! It was by the by though as she bit her lower lip less than delicately and rocked her hindquarters back into the touch of her magic, the light growing brighter and brighter with every passing second. Magic could not be controlled in sex and masturbation was just the same as she flagged her tail shamefully, tipping forward in the tree with her curls falling about her face as Axel grunted all the more loudly, ramming into Serenity with seemingly increased urgency. “I… Oh…” Murmured words rose through the windowpane but none were loud enough for her to hear clearly, the mare in the tree filling in the gaps as she imagined herself in Serenity’s place. Could she be the mare moaning in such sweet bliss beneath Axel as he drove into her with increasing need, kissing his mare so fiercely that even Jolie would have chanced that she could feel the heat and desire of their mating tryst through even the window? And then her magic sparked off, striving to send her over the brink of orgasm, the crackle and pop of it giving the gig up in an instant. Gasping, Jolie’s eyes snapped wide open again and she half-fell, half-scraped down through the tree branches, landing somewhat on her hooves as chaos erupted before her, her body still tingling with the thought of climax that was, terribly, out of her reach at least for the moment. No… Right then and there, Jolie trot had much bigger things to worry about! “What the hay? Did you see… There’s somepony out there?” Darn it! It, perhaps, was not a strong enough sentiment considering just what she’d been caught doing but all she could do was make a break for it, tail flying out like a flag behind her as she barely suppressed a squeal of fear and fright. But the front door banged open, unleashing Sheriff Pinto out into the night, her mane all messed up and the wrong kind of fire in her eyes. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” Jolie was hardly over the fence at the back of the garden as she jumped and caught her hoof, tumbling down once more like a sack of potatoes. But, this time, she could not keep down her cry of pain, hurt thrumming through her leg even as she hobbled up, tears in her eyes, and tried to force herself on. “Ouch, ouch, ouchie!” It was a filly-ish thing to say but it burst from her lips regardless as she pelted her way down the road as if Cerberus himself from Tartarus was hot on her heels, chasing her down. Although it was only Sheriff Pinto, some would have argued that she was worse than any hound of the Equestrian zone of banishment. Lips pursed, Sheriff Pinto skidded to a stop, tail pulled down to cover her marehood from view, the red-hot heat of embarrassment at being watched in the act creeping down her neck. That had been a mare for sure! And just what was a mare doing acting the part of a peeping Tom? Squinting, she listened intently, ears swivelling back and forth, but was forced to give up the chase as her quarry made good her escape, having had too much of a head start to catch up with under the cover of nightfall without some serious questions being asked first of all. She sighed heavily, tail trying to twitch anxiously even as she forced it down. “Who in the hay was that?” * Sheriff Pinto had a hunch but it was one that she needed to ‘hear’ for yourself in order to follow through in the right way. She made her excuses from the sheriff’s office and worked her way around town, eyeing up those who she thought may have been likely suspects as to the voyeuristic interlude and finding all to be clean and clear. They just didn’t sound like the mare she’d caught in the garden, although not even Serenity wanted to consider the thought of what they had been caught doing! Sure, it was normal for couples but no one wanted to be watched like that! And then it all became clear, the pieces of the puzzle slotting perfectly together. The bar was the last place she went, thinking it to be mostly empty on such a day, but the bartender was still there and, well, maybe she’d know if there was somepony that she should be keeping a closer eye on about town. Yet the look on Jolie Trot’s face as she tried to do everything but look directly at Sheriff Pinto told a tale that she’d rather have left untold. The limp in her hind leg, however, merely confirmed it. “Jolie Trot, I think y’all have some explaining to do.” The bartender bristled, standing on her good hind leg as she wiped out a glass that was already clean, running the fresh cloth around over and over again. “Explaining? Just who do you think you are coming in here demanding explanations from me! I haven’t got anything to say to you – Sheriff Pinto!” But, of course, the truth was what it was and Sheriff Pinto eyed her levelly, eyes raking across her body from the obvious limp to the scratch on her cheek, gleaned in her not so elegant escape the night before. “What were y’all doing watching me and my husband?” She said in a low, hushed tone, not wanting to advertise to anyone who may have been near enough to overhear while still conveying the severity of the act she’d been caught in. “This is bull, what y’all say about me demanding explanations from y’all, all this about innocence. I know what I heard.” Jolie wavered…and broke, tumbling down on the bar in a burst of tears that seemed to come out of nowhere. “I-I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t think… I don’t know what I was thinking, I should never have looked! He was so nice, every other stallion just seemed to be wanting to get under my tail, not wanting to know anything about me… And Axel was so nice that I had to see where he lived and things just got so out of hoof! I never intended them to go that far – I’m so sorry for everything!” Sheriff Pinot baulked but, fortunately, her professional side took over, commandeering the situation as she so desperately had to if she didn’t want to be the subject of town gossip very soon. Twisting her lips, for even reaching out to the mare who’d watched her and Axel together seemed, somehow, uncomfortable, even if she had to do it, had to be the bigger pony in the situation that had spiralled shockingly out of control, just as Jolie had said. But there was no harm in the mare and dragging her to ‘justice’ for it just didn’t seem right, not when nothing all that terribly untoward had come to pass. And Serenity was quite sure too in herself that Jolie Trot had well and truly learned her lesson – to say the least of it! “Alright, alright, don’t go getting y’all’s tail in a knot now, this is awkward enough for me too, Sheriff Pinto said, awkwardly patting the mare on the back. “I’m sure y’all will find a nice, handsome stallion about these here parts soon enough but…look…” She leaned in closely and seriously, making Jolie gulp and meet her eyes regardless of how much she didn’t want to. “Y-yes?” “When it comes to Mr Axel, it’s look but not touch… Understand that?” Gulping down her tears, even Jolie had to giggle just a little at the good humour and wink in Serenity’s eyes. Sure, it was an awkward situation in itself but they just had to make the best of it, getting by clumsily but surely, even if they would, hopefully, never again speak of the incident. Best not to even remember it, in fact. “Yes… I understand. You’re a very lucky mare, Sheriff.” Serenity grinned. “I sure am!”
Pantie PonyAuthor's Note Axel the pony reveals his pantie fetish to his sweetheart mare... This story has been available for early reading one to two months ago on Patreon! Please check the tiers on the following link if you would like to support! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/arianmabe As always, I am open for commissions! Please see my profile for up to date links and rates! Any topic goes! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters © respective owners Pantie Pony Iron Author Lingerie Pantie Pony Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “Oh, my…” Serenity could not help but blush, sifting through the very bottom of the underwear drawer in their bedroom – not that it was typical, of course, for ponies to wear underwear. Even if they wore clothing, underwear did not allow for much of a fashion statement to be made and was more something usually designed for bedroom use, the silken swathes of lingerie making it big in The Mane Event magazine and Sandra Summers store, especially between young lovers. Of course, she was not expecting to find such a thing as a pair of plain, cotton panties and a magazine in there, her curiosity duly perked as she sat back to see just what it was all about. Had something old of hers gotten stuffed in there at some point? But she didn’t wear underwear like that… Yet the magazine told a tale that invited her to learn more, to ask more and, of course, to know more, depicting rather modest pictures of mares in panties that covered their hindquarters completely. Nothing was on show at all and they could have been deemed fit to walk out on the street if paired with something else (there were some dancer uniforms that were similar, when one considered the difference in fabric), but her eyebrows shot up higher and higher as she delved into a relic of Axel’s past, her sweet, red-furred husband who didn’t even know at that very moment in time just what she was uncovering. “Hm…” She mused with a smile tugging insistently at her lips. “Well, well, well… I think my dear husband had a little bit of a pantie fetish when he was younger. Who’d’ve thought that?” But it was hardly something that one such as Serenity would giggle at, her mind already working frantically and furiously to put the pieces of the puzzle into place for a scheme that was sure to have particularly delightful ends… * “Hey there, sweetheart…” Serenity dragged out her words, a skirt hanging down over her hindquarters as she posed beside the dining table in their home for him, Axel’s eyes already nearly popping out of his skull. The way that the lines of the fabric framed her… Well, it would have been enough to send any stallion mad with desire, least of all the mechanic stud who loved her with every last fibre of his being. “Hi-i-i…” He said, swallowing hard, the lump in his throat stubbornly remaining. “What… What’s going on here then?” She giggled and waggled her hindquarters gently in a slow, sensual sway that could not help but draw his eye down her body to the prize that she ultimately wanted to reveal to him. She’d thought she would be able to hide what she had for him and hold out until later in the evening – Serenity had, after all, set up the table for a romantic dinner with the nice tablecloth and candles and everything – but she could not. She trembled with the desire to reveal what eroticism she had in store for him and Axel was none the wiser as she turned her hips to him, tail flicking up to reveal a glimpse of plain, periwinkle blue cotton panties. It was not much but a second was more than enough for him to stumble back with a gasp, nearly sitting back down on his haunches and crushing the dock of his tail beneath the weight of his body. “Y-you… What?” Serenity giggled and let the skirt fall again, batting her eyelashes sweetly at him. “Your magazine, honey… I’m sorry I snooped but I found it and, well… I just thought y’all might just like yourself a real special treat tonight…” Her excitement at finding something that may just be up his erotic street had her bouncing lightly off the floor, unable to contain her enthusiasm even as he blushed heavily, half-turning away as his crimson cheeks turned an even darker shade, the spill of his lighter forelock tugged down over his face. “Oh… Oh. I didn’t realise… Ah, pony-feathers…” Stumbling over his words, he shook his head mutely and she rushed to reassure him, a smile on her earnest lips like none that he’d ever seen before. “No, no! It’s nothing bad now, c’mon – y’all don’t think I’d really go an’ tease y’all for something like this? It’s fun! We can…” But actions would speak louder than words in that regard and the best she could do for her lover in that instance was to turn her back to him and flick her tail up again, exposing the soft underside of the dock and the blue panties once again. His eyes locked onto them, a little drop of drool gleaming cutely at the corner of his lips and Serenity gyrated her hips lightly too for good measure, her wicked little mind already darting off on a quest where she imagined him ploughing into her wearing those very panties… Swallowing hard, she shook her head and glanced back at him, her ears ever so slightly splayed in desire. Did he feel it too? Had her saucy little re-enactment of a fetish from his younger days when he was just discovering who he was as both a pony and a stallion had such an effect on even her that she could not restrain herself, a shudder rippling through her body from head to hoof? Groaning, she tried to work out the sudden kinks and stiffness in her neck but it was no good at all with his gazed fixed so firmly on her that his attention was simply rapt, locked on and needy, something that just could not be ignored. She wriggled her hind end in pleasurable defeat, panting softly as she held her tail up high and proud, a tiny spot of moisture showing through the thin fabric that, truly, was not built to contain the need of a mare who may have very well have just found something she enjoyed too. And it was about time her stallion got his sweet treat too… “Come mount your mare, honey…” They quested just a little further into ‘dirty’ talk each time they came together and a stallion like Axel was not going to say no in a hurry as she tugged her panties down, rearing up with her fore-hooves on the round, wooden kitchen table. But that was not the main attraction that Serenity put on show for him with the panties stretched between her hind legs, her marehood there for his pleasure, winking and glistening wantonly for him. In a flash, he was up on her back, nuzzling into the back of her neck and moaning softly, shaft swelling from his sheath. He’d never gotten hard so swiftly and was already trying to push into her folds half-hard, desire bringing a rise to his throbbing length that nothing else seemed to have come close to before. Axel blushed heavily but embarrassment had no place in lovemaking with his sweet mare as he pushed into her, a long, low moan rolling from his lips as the panties caught up against his legs, scooting in as close to her as possible. “Ohhh…” No one could have said, not even in hindsight, just who had made that moan but it did not matter as they rocked and ground together in sweet bliss, Serenity panting heavily as her nose tipped down, unable to contain herself as her passage clenched and rippled around him, need getting the better of her in the sweetest of ways. The smooth fabric tugged at her legs, pinning them a certain distance apart with the perfect amount of tension that she could not release lest she allow the garment to fall to the floor between her hooves. And they were doing their job, the kinky, lustful nuance, that they were always meant to do, Serenity sending up a swift yet breathless prayer of thanks that she’d had the foresight and bravery to source them out herself without trying to guess at her size online. That had been an experience in itself but they had not seemed all that concerned or surprised that a mare was after such a garment. But she couldn’t lose herself from the present moment, moaning out in her own excitement as her randy lover pounded her. There was no sense of sweet and sensual as his hot breath washed over her neck, just something that the two of them so very desperately needed. They could have drawn it out, if they’d wanted to, the table cloth rumpled beneath their front hooves, but neither mare nor stallion had the patience for something so sweet when there was something far more feral that, in that very moment, demanded satisfaction. He could not hold back – would not hold back! – as the stud grunted and pressed his nose into her neck, trembling as he inhaled her scent over and over again, eyes half-lidded. His mane fell into his face and eyes but Axel still did not either slow or pace himself, coltish desire taking over his senses even as Serenity huffed and ground back under him, suddenly moving her hips with ever-greater and increasing urgency. They climaxed, amazingly, at the same time, her marehood squeezing around him to milk him of his seed, not that the stallion was about to not give her what she needed. As she moaned out her pleasure, he pumped her full of a thick load, her body as eager to feel it inside her as her mind was, two bodies coming together intimately in a way that was becoming more and more alluring to the two of them. There was always something more to explore, after all, and her passage squeezing around his thickness was always going to be the grand prize at the end of it, excitement riling them up to the point that they could not even speak, Serenity barely supporting herself as she pushed herself back and off the table, groaning deep in the back of her throat. When he pulled out, Axel was not quite yet down with his little fetish and fantasy, blushing heavily even as he pulled her underwear back up to cover her hindquarters again, tucked up beneath the dock of her tail. Serenity’s eyes went wide and she gasped, tongue poking out over the bottom of her lips in such a way that one would have been fair enough to suppose that something had rather caught her off-guard. There was nothing, however, that could stop gravity from taking an effect on the load he’d lovingly pushed into her passage in her current position, semen and her own orgasmic juices slopping out messily into the panties and soaking them through in an instant. But it was a strange sort of feeling that she just wanted to allow to linger for a little while, wriggling with a shy blush as she settled into the sensation, the wet fabric clinging to her hind end as she teased her lover with just another little glimpse of how the panties now framed her soft, wanton folds. “See something y’all like, sugar?” She murmured huskily, something keeping her in place, his flanks heaving and need still thick and full and randy. “I think…” Anything more that she may have been trying to say, however, was lost as he kissed her passionately, tongues tangling sweetly together, nothing else existing for the two of them but one another. It was just as it should have been, albeit not quite the date night that Serenity had envisaged, but it was still something very special indeed as a flustered Axel broke the kiss with the tiniest of smiles, tail tucked down close to his body, and whispered two words to her that meant more than they let on. “Thank you…” It must have taken him a lot to say that but it was easy for her to kiss him again, however chaste it was, shyness catching up with her as the slick feel of their combined sexual fluids dampened her hind end in a curiously erotic way. Maybe that was something she’d have to think of trying out again… Maybe, just maybe… Only their time together and developing relationship, learning more and more each and every day, would tell. “Y’all are always welcome, darling.” She’d always indulge him, even if he didn’t quite want to tell her what that was.
Dominated by His WifeAuthor's Note Axel is dominated by his lovely mare-wife, the Sheriff of Appleloosa... Please note that this is a commission story. Characters and details are requested by the commissioner. As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Character © respective owners Dominated by His Wife Iron Author Femdom Dominated by His Wife Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel gulped and squirmed, flat on his back on the bed he shared with Serenity, the sheriff of Appleloosa. His red coat seemed to glow faintly in the low light and he rolled his head back, mane clinging damply to his neck with sweat, need rising through him even as the hard shaft of his stallionhood plumped up, thick and full of blood. He would have done something about it if he had not been lightly tied down, swallowing hard over and over again with bated breath as if that alone would help him control his need. Of course, he was not there alone as Serenity, a brown and white pinto with gorgeous splashes of colour across her flank, teased him, dressed in nothing but her coat and determined, clearly, to show herself off to the very best of her ability. She didn’t truly need anything more to accentuate the strong curves of her body, her back end as muscled as it was feminine, although what she needed was right there before her, bound to their marriage bed. “Honey...” She breathed faintly, her mane soft and loose over her face, hanging in loosely styled colours. “I think y’all don’t need to get off quite yet.” Axel groaned and shook his head. How long was she going to deny him, taunt and tease him with the close proximity of her body but no more than that? He wanted nothing more than to delve his tongue deep up into the slit of her cunny and eat her out, taste her deeply, but Serenity didn’t seem set to do anything else but to tease him as she lifted her tail, showing off her flushed, needy folds, the trickle of moisture running down her lips to the throbbing bud of her clit. “Perhaps something a little more...seductive?” Serenity had more than one trick up her figurative sleeve, stepping out of the room while her lover squirmed and wriggled in her wake. Axel grunted and moaned out loud, his cock throbbing, oozing pre-cum. He needed to get off so very badly, his lust-addled brain unable to tell quite when had been the last time she’d even allowed it. It was a strange state to find himself in, the bondage holding him fast, pulling and tugging at the ropes to no avail. His lover was swift, however, a flirty prance in her step as she revealed the silky lingerie that she’d picked out just for him, backing up to the bed so that he could see just how the silk of it clung to her marehood, teasing in between the lips of her cunny. Axel could not help but groan as he rolled his head from side to side, striving with all his might to control himself, even though that felt like something that he was surely going to fail at with how vehemently his cock throbbed. “Please...” “What was that, honey?” She grinned, flicking her tail, eyes dancing with lustful glee. Her hoof ran up his cock and he flinched, knowing, even then, that it was not coming. She was edging him, bringing him to that raw point of need over and over again, even though her lingerie only made him want to get off more and more. The wrap of her underwear even teased around her udders, small and pert, the silk framing them as if they were ready and poised for his lips to lock around them. They were not always noticeable but she made sure that his eye was drawn as she stood over him with her legs splayed, showing off all that he could have from her if only he was not bound and sweetly submissive under her will. Axle moaned, rocking his hips and twisting, yet the rope holding him there was secure and he wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. The mare had him right where she wanted him as she practically ground her marehood back onto his muzzle, his tongue sticking out woefully but, sadly, not making contact. He groaned. It was all in play but he didn’t know how much more his cock could take – and she’d barely touched it yet! The mare’s giggles echoed around the room, enjoying her lighter play on power more than she probably should have, considering the nature of her job as sheriff. But it was good too to get the cuffs out when she had a lighter reason to use them, power thrumming lightly through her as she looked down on her stallion with her best sultry look. “I think y’all need to be reminded...mm...why I’m top mare.” Axel’s shudder could not have been more apt as she slipped down to his back end, the round of his hindquarters raised only enough for her to access what she needed. And for what the wickedly flirty mare had in mind she would only need her hoof, affording him a light caress of his nuts beforehand. The stallion trembled and groaned, tugging again helplessly at his bonds, but not even he could deny that every last little thing that she did to him made his heart pound all the more powerfully, lust rising more and more with all that she teased and taunted him with so very wonderfully. It was good to be on the bottom too, playing and toying with just how far they could go, what they could push things into, turning sex into something more exciting still than it had been their very first time together. It was new ground that they were only just beginning to explore but Axel liked the thought of it more and more, his safe word safe in the forefront of his mind just in case it was actually needed. Regardless of having it, his trust in Serenity was absolute, knowing that his sweet wife would never do anything to hurt him. Yet pain and hurt did not go hoof in hoof and it would have taken a stronger stallion than Axel to hold back as her hoof connected solidly with his hindquarters. He squealed and tried to kick out but even his hind hooves were loosely tied, allowing him some range of movement so that he would not become sore and stiff but enough that he couldn’t kick Serenity accidentally. His flanks heaved and shuddered with breath, sweat dampening his hide, and the dominant mare watched him carefully, his tolerance ebbing and waning with the flow and throb of his cock. He spilt out more and more pre-cum as if his body was trying to show off everything that it could produce all at once, shuddering and gasping, but she knew too that he had not yet reached his limit. “There’s a good colt, sweet colt.” Her tone soothed him even as he struggled to deal with the sudden rush of arousal, blushing furiously with his red cheeks, thankfully, hiding most of it from. That did not mean that his seductive Serenity did not know what was truly going on for him, however, tail twitching, the dock trapped against the bed and begging for relief. The throb of his cock and churn of his aching nuts was not the main event but a side piece to her fun as she spanked him with her hoof, making his balls and cock bob and shudder with each resonating impact. Axel did not squeal but he did gasp, sweating more heavily, the scent of need filling the air. He didn’t know why it made his cock hard to be spanked like that but it throbbed up even thicker and fuller, standing straight up from his body as it bounced and swayed back and forth. The weight of it tried to draw it back down against his stomach but her hoof teased over his nuts so wonderfully at just the right time that he didn’t much feel that there was any true pain involved in it. Neither could Axel’s cock relax at all, spilling out thick spurts of pre-cum that trickled down his length and even dripped to his belly, his need strictly evident as much as he tried to hide it, all within his will and at the end of her reins. Smack! Serenity put more force into that blow, enough to make him grunt, but Axel wasn’t thinking about that, looking down the length of his body with his chin tucked down the best he could, taking all of her in. The concentration in her eyes, the slight smirk on her lips... In the dim, tasteful light of their bedroom, she no longer looked like his wife but a dominant seductress who could take what she wanted when she wanted, teasing his body to a fervent, whining pitch of a high. Axel gasped, her hoof trailing up, her eyes catching his, softening a little just at the corners. “See something y’all like?” Oh, very much. Well, that was just what he wanted to say as his mare loomed over him, showing off her cunny as she lowered her head, making him watch every tiny motion she made, his backside stinging from the spanking. The impact of her hoof on his hind end though had not been strong enough to leave any kind of lasting damage, for which he was quite grateful, licking his lips and moaning out loud as she ran her tongue up the full length of his aching cock. “So sensitive...” And he was, he was so very much so for her, all for her. There was nothing that Serenity could have done to him at that moment in time that wouldn’t have made him moan out loud with such need that he felt quite as if he could tip over the edge at any point. Her lips caressed his cock, velvety soft, and he moaned and grunted, nostrils flared for breath that would not ease the strain in his lungs. With his backside stinging, all he could do was huff and pant and rock up to meet her, need rising in a hot and fast flush through his loins. “So needy...” Her breathy rasp did not sound like Serenity anymore and Axel could not help but let out a little nicker, tail twitching in his excitement. Oh, he wanted her, wanted her so much, need on the edge as she backed down, letting him linger there for another moment longer while her hooves teased his nuts. On the edge of the precipice from which there was no coming back from, Axel panted as she brought him right up to it over and over again, the lightest of touched and slips of her tongue bringing him there. It didn’t help, of course, that her lingerie-clad rump was practically in his face the whole time and that he had the best view down the length of his body of her lips swallowing up his cock, taking it softly into the back of her throat as she moaned around him, tail flagged high and teasing at all times. Yet, as much as he wanted to get off, there was nothing to worry about either, the stripping of control from him leaving him lighter than he’d ever been, eyes half-lidded and warm breath caressing his lips. Glancing back at him, his mare grinned, her tail draped over his head, his throbbing, twitching cock oh so very gently brushing the side of her muzzle. “Maybe now, I’ll let y’all get off, sweet one...” Axel groaned. The funny thing was, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to get off anymore. It made sense but didn’t at the same time, tail trying to flick, tension building, rising inexplicably in the clawing line of stiffness pulling down his neck into his shoulders. Yet she was there to soothe him, her tongue playing across the head of his cock so very softly, showing him all that she could do if only he was stallion enough for her, a good submissive stallion to put on a show only for her. Axel moaned. If he came, did that mean their play was at an end?
Role ReversalIron Author Role Reversal Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion “What do y’all think you're doing?” Serenity stumbled on her words, eyebrows shooting up, as her husband, Axel, pinned on her sheriff's badge – the badge for Appleloosa, nonetheless. She took a step back, hardly knowing what to do with herself, but her red-furred pony partner knew better than her in what to do with a mare who, in his opinion, had surely stepped over the line! “Hooves behind your back!” He grinned as he said it, serious and yet playful at the same time. Sheriff Pinto giggled, pressing a hoof over her lips, though something in her twisted at those words, warming her through in the best of ways. “And just why would I do that?” She said with a smirk. “Y’all don’t have the proper powers to cuff me!” But Axel was ready for that, at least in part, bracing himself with her hoof-cuffs between his teeth, although they were the proper kind that could be adjusted to any species to ensure a snug, secure fit. He shivered. She’d even tried them out on him a couple of times, to interesting results. Yet that night it was time for Sheriff Pinto to feel what it meant to be on the other side of the cuffs. “You’re under arrest,” he drawled, though he hadn’t taken on too much of an accent as yet during this time in Appleloosa. “For not having a license to be that darn sexy.” Serenity lost it at that but it was too late to put up anything more than a token resistance, wanting to go along with it as much as Axel wanted to start things up in a kinkier way with her. She could not deny as he hobbled her hooves with the cuffs (clearly deciding against making her walk and fumble with her front hooves tucked behind her back, which was not a natural position for a pony) that she was interested in it too, wanting to see just where the newly dominant streak in him was coming from. For good or bad, she was always up for a little experimentation. “Being too sexy isn’t a crime, dahling...” Axel chuckled, though his heart leapt at the sudden shift in power, marching her to the bedroom. “To you, it might not be but I think you’ll find that I have the law in my hooves this time...” And that was true as he playfully tossed her on the bed, Serenity bouncing lightly as she rolled onto her side. It was only her front hooves that had been cuffed and she could still move around at least a little, tail flicking up to show off the treat of her sex, disrobed after her work for the day had ended in the sheriff’s office. She let him do it too, though a kiss on her lips came through first and foremost as he playfully pinned her back, his hind legs slipping astride her body as if he meant to ride her. Yet it was there that the role-play ended with other lusts taking precedence, Axel grunting softly as he took advantage of her position, kissing and nipping at her neck as the mare beneath him groaned. She really was too sexy, so very sexy, and he was a lucky stallion indeed to get to enjoy her as she naturally was, the sweet aroma of arousal floating from her sex like the tantalising magical trail of a seductress trying to reel him in. Yet he wanted to be reeled in, very much so, licking his lips and working his way down her bare body. Ponies typically went without clothing but there was a shift in how she held her body when she was actually “naked” before him, raw and vulnerable as she shivered. “Oh, Axel...” His name on her lips was all that he needed for the tucked-up flesh of his sheath to plump out with his arousal, cock slipping out, hardening and thickening up before his lover’s eyes. Serenity let out a low moan and licked her lips as she laid back, tugging faintly at the cuffs, although having them there only added an extra, unexpected thrill of excitement to it. He can do anything to me... If that was true or not remained to be seen as she couldn’t get out of the cuffs but she was hardly restrained fully, the two of them eagerly horny, Axel’s shaft slapping out against his stomach as his need grew. Yet he was a stallion too who could now take what he wanted from her, his poor, helpless, cuffed mare at his hooves. All that he had to take and give, however, was all that she craved too, moaning out his name as his cock slid up against her stomach, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum behind. He was so randy! Her heart soared but there was little time to think of that as Axel’s shaft pressed to her marehood, the softly winking folds practically begging him to ease into her. It was where his cock belonged, after all, the thrill of lust swamping her mind, the metal cuffs digging in ever so lightly. It was that sensation that had Serenity moaning so loudly that she even surprised herself as he penetrated her. Lying on her side while he fucked her in an unconventional position, hind legs flexed, all she could do was whimper and murmur for more as he teased deeper and deeper. Axel sweated. It was a ploy and a tease on his part, the bed bowing under his hooves as his weight shifted, making her want him even more. He saw the need in her eyes and as much as he yearned to satisfy that need as a part of him wanted to see her beg for it even more, to see her squirm and whimper, just as she had made him do so many times before. The tables, regardless of how they had been, stacked could still be turned, after all, and his hocks flexed as he wantonly pushed deeper and deeper into her, up past the medial ring. She was tight, tighter on her side, her hind legs left pressed together while she moaned and panted. Her chin half-rested on the pillows but neither of them cared about little comforts like that as Axel grunted and gave a harder thrust, spearing a couple more inches into her, most of his cock swallowed up by the tight, wet grip of her marehood. It was all he could do right there and then not to fuck her hard and fast, ploughing into her to let his more feral side show, a rampant need shuddering through him as his breath caught in his throat. He’d never quite felt like that before but it would take more sessions with his sweetheart still before he truly understood those primal urges pushing him on. Serenity moaned and wriggled beneath him, wanting more. He’d never done that before, been so commanding, all in a way that felt as if she was the one bending to him, wanting it all. The pinto mare tried to buck but a hoof on her leg warned her to keep still, butterflies in her stomach fluttering, beating their wings in the cage of her gut. She wanted to do something, to get what her need wanted to savour oh so terribly, but nothing could be done with the cuffs, her memory of just how to get out of them woefully out of reach at that particular moment in time. Axel dipped his nose, nuzzling and lipping at the exposed side of her neck, passions rising. She needed it so badly and yet she was so proud and stubborn at the same time, their skin nearly burning up with the heat of their passion. Within her, his cock throbbed and pulsed and his head swam, need so thick that he could barely contain himself. Yet, however tentatively, he was the one in control. “You’ll have to beg for it...” Her eyes widened. She would never beg! Just who did Axel think she was? And yet his cock pushing within her, tugging at her folds, drove that notion from her mind in a moment, tongue pushing out over her bottom lip, a moan tickling forth. Oh, he just felt too good inside her, her folds twitching and squeezing down around him, although she didn’t even feel in control of her own body anymore. How that had happened Serenity didn’t know but there was nothing she could do but stay right where she was for the ride, arching and trying to grind back at him. But she would not beg! Axel powered over her, hindquarters working, needing more, mane hanging down his neck as the lewd slop of his cock filling her filled the bedroom. It was dirty and it was raw and it was everything he needed, a smile on his lips, however he breathed through his mouth with them parted. Although his nostrils flared, he just couldn’t get all the breath in through them that he needed, tail lifting, wanting his climax, needing more, always more. Serenity whimpered. He couldn’t be serious, not still, not then. But a moan was all she had for him as her marehood twitched and massaged the full length of his shaft, trying to pull him deeper even as he fucked her, holding her closer in his front legs as he drew her in against his chest. He needed her and she needed him and there were only a few little words to make it all right again, to bring them both to sweet completion. And she could not bear it. “Please,” she breathed, eyes closed, something very strange tingling through her. “I... I want...” But that was all she managed to get out as she howled out her orgasm, bucking and grinding back at him regardless of how he tried to pin her down, heat rising to her cheeks and ears softly splayed. Not even Axel could have held back now that his lover was in the throes of orgasm – and that was if the pulsating twitch of her tight sex was not enough for him already. He ground his teeth together and drove his hooves down into the bed but he simply wasn’t able to hold back anymore either over his lovingly cuffed mare, slamming in one last time and letting his cock stay there, trembling, letting out one, last groan of climax. The flow of seed pouring forth was more potent than ever and, dare he say, thicker too. Everything seemed stronger with such play taken well enough in hoof and he barely knew what to think, head spinning, needing it all, his chest tight with need, though he was breathing as fine as could ever be expected. His shaft throbbed inside her, sending one thickly virile pulse after pulse into her, his orgasm unprecedented as she moaned out loud, breathless and panting, mane clinging damply to her neck. In the midst of orgasm, she must have nipped her lip and Axel kissed her impulsively, sweetening the edge of soreness there with the softness of his own. Slowly and gently, they came down from their joint high (well, almost joint) and Axel had the presence of mind to remove her cuffs, fumbling in doing so, before collapsing to her side. One foreleg remained flung over her body and an exhausted Serenity nuzzled into him as his cock slipped from her, softening while her marehood winked and twitched, oozing and pushing out a delicious cocktail of their arousal. No words were needed, only kissing, Serenity’s lips finding Axel’s first as her hooves snaked around him in the absence of the cuffs, the lingering feel of them tingling around her fetlocks. Kissing deeply, they pressed together, reflecting in the dimming heat of the afterglow on what had gone down. Regardless of the lingering tingles of climax, however, they knew one thing for sure. A quick flirt with experimentation had opened up new doors for the two of them! Author's Note Swapping roles with the pony sheriff for some kinky fun has never been so good... 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Honey, I Shrunk My Husband!Iron Author Size Difference Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) Commissioned by Lord Legion Axel didn’t know he was dreaming but that was the way of it, at least most of the time, when a pony was trotting and prancing through Princess Luna’s dreamland, the safekeeping of the night making dreams a welcome place after her return. The red-coated pony inspected his bedroom with interest, though, in the dream, it was different, bigger, everything towering as if it had been super-sized, though how that had happened he had no idea. But wait... That wasn’t right. The pony’s brow furrowed, looking around him, taking in everything from a new perspective. It was not his bedroom and the new, wooden furniture that he had purchased with his wife-mare, Serenity, that was bigger but him that was smaller! In fact, he was absolutely tiny, though perfectly so, every other aspect of his body formed as he had remembered it, all as it should have been. Thud! Thud! Thud! His wife! Axel giggled and darted to the side as she walked through the bedroom though, to a pony of his size, it seemed like the pinto mare was thundering through across the wooden floor. Yet he was an opportunist at best and scrambled up the bed using a corner of the blanket that was draping down to the floor, huffing and puffing as he scurried all the way up. As was the nature of dreams, things didn’t quite make sense on waking but, in the dream, all he wanted to do was to jump into the cute pair of cotton panties she was wearing. He licked his lips, a devious smirk on his lips, and scrambled into them, wriggling and squirming, her hind end dwarfing him but in the very best of ways. With a flip of his hooves and a little help from gravity, he managed to get inside, heart pounding and head spinning with the eroticism of what he was doing. Her marehood pressed up to him and he giggled, going for her clit straight away with both hooves. Axel couldn’t possibly be too rough with her when he was that small and he leaned into teasing her with gusto, even rubbing his muzzle and tongue over it too, the sweet scent of her tingling with a musky edge, interwoven with one another. It was all he could do in there to retain control of himself, tongue hanging out, her marehood right before him, winking lightly and pulling as her body reacted to his touch. “Unnfff...” Serenity moaned, her words vibrating softly through her. “What in Tartarus...” She couldn’t finish the utterance as Axel traced his tongue up her soft folds, tasting her essence, her juices already following as they lingered on her tongue. She didn’t understand but she didn’t have to understand as the little pony inside her panties worked his magic, rubbing her clit, swapping between that and her folds, unable to choose which one he wanted more. He was just as much lost to sensation as Serenity was, panting with hot yet tiny washes of breath tickling her folds, wriggling and squirming and even using his whole body to stimulate her, bucking and grinding against her folds. Even his cock, perfectly sized to him but tiny to her, was out and pushing against her softness, leaving small smears of pre-cum in its wake, his excitement impossible to deny. He should have jumped out and told her what was going on but things just weren’t logical in the dream and Axel was far too wound up to let such things take over his mind when he needed it too. His shaft throbbed and he even let out a strangled little whinny against her folds as his tail lashed, brushing her clit, Serenity shuddering and moaning loudly. The stimulation was so far changed from anything that she would ever have experienced before with a normal-sized pony that she could not have guessed that she had a miniature Axel in her panties, teasing and working her up into a frenzy. But the panties were so soft that he could not have resisted even if he had had the notion to in his mind, completely overcome with her scent and pressing a little of his nose, less than tentatively, into her folds. Her juices soaked his fur quickly and he grunted as he lapped it off his muzzle, shifting and working, pushing in, testing just how far he could tease things. It was no secret between them just how much he liked her panties, especially the cotton ones just like the ones currently wrapped around her sweet hindquarters, and he giggled with the sheer naughtiness of being in the sheriff’s panties, a cheeky stowaway. Serenity’s legs trembled, shaking him against her folds, and he squeaked as she sat down on him, though he was far from hurt. Crushed lightly into her marehood, he gulped and moaned out loud, though that was a moan that his wife-mare would never hear, so muffled was he by both her panties and the soft heat of her marehood. “Ohhh...” She moaned, rocking her hips, grinding down on him. “Yes... Oh, that feels so good!” The last words came out in a raw cry and the mare could not control herself, her hind end pressing down on him, squashing him even though Axel did not come to any harm. He wasn’t thinking straight in the sweet confines of the dream, murmuring and whimpering against her, as happy as it was ever possible for him to be, his tail flicking back and forth like a dog wagging their tail. How could it be so erotic to be inside her panties? He could barely move, barely breathe, and yet Axel was far more than simply comfortable, right where he wanted to be. The stallion wheezed and whinnied, bucking and grinding against her marehood, pushing his forelegs inside and teasing her, though it was impossible for Serenity to attribute the sensation to anything that she may have experienced before. If she knew that it was him in there, would she have done more? Axel giggled and grinned, using his whole body as his hind legs slipped inside her, the softness of her marehood exquisite in the lightness of her teasing. Even the twitching pull of her cunny around his legs and hind end was more than enough to get his shaft aching for release, the need overpowering even in the dream that he did not still know was a dream. It was too much, all so much, his head pounding with the need to please her, to do anything to please her. Axel’s orgasm was all by the by and would come either way, her scent swamping him, juices coating his body seemingly from head to toe. Whichever way he twisted, he was wrapped up in the embrace of her sex, rippling and twitching, the breath of the mare above him catching as she ground and humped back on him, treating the little Axel as nothing more than a living sex toy. So vehement and needy were her humping rocks and pushes of her hips that Axel could barely move, snatching what breath he could as his heart soared, pounding out through his chest and sending a shuddering tremor through him with each and every beat. She used her weight against him, grinding and pushing, yet she didn’t know quite what she was doing either, he imagined, only knowing that what she was doing felt good and that she wanted more of that, so very much more. Axel whimpered against her, climaxing and yet that was not the main event. He painted her marehood with sticky streams of cum, climaxing shockingly more in the dream than he ever had in real life, but all he could be in the moment was glad to be there. More, he thought, could he please have more? He couldn’t turn over against her and wriggle anymore but he could allow himself to be a toy for her, his body providing just enough stimulation for the randy mare as she pushed down on him, his legs slipping and slithering against her slippery folds. There was nothing to grip and Axel was but a toy for her to use, even if she didn’t know it, his body easing against her, her clit fat and throbbing. While she bore down on the smaller pony’s body, Axel got his hooves and forelegs around her clit, hanging onto it as if he could cling there, regardless of how wet she was. Even as more and more of her juices flowed out, soaking him from head to hoof, mane drenched and clinging to his neck, he moaned for her pleasure, rubbing and caressing her clit over and over again. She simply couldn’t hold back, whinnying shrilly, hips bucking, grinding, intent only on her pleasure. Serenity did not know, could not have known, that there was a pony in her panties and Axel was there to help her ride out her orgasm in the very best of ways, her tail flagged over him, pulling at the panties. He howled out his pleasure, pressing his nose into her clit, even that nub of flesh seeming to throb and twitch as her folds pushed out every drop of her juices, slickening up her passage. Axel rolled his head back, caught up in the bliss of the moment, even if it was not his pleasure that was of the greatest importance at that moment. Everything about what he was caught up in was perfect, absolutely so, his need flowing forth, swelling, pumping up through his body even as every part of her that he was pressed up against twitched and slicked-up with her arousal. There could be no doubt whatsoever in his mind that she had had her fill of him, lips parted in a slack-jawed smile, tongue hanging out in carnal, sweetening bliss. There was nowhere else he would have preferred to be, whimpering softly, the warmth of her absolute. If Axel could have stayed there forever, he very much would have done, eyes closed, the sweet wetness of her clinging to his tongue as he suckled down more and more, his tiny muzzle never running dry. Above him, Serenity sighed, but there was only so long that such a lovely dream could go on, something pulling at him, even though it was not yet time to wake. There would be much to account for when the two of them returned to daylight in the coming of the morn. * In the waking world, Serenity drifted to wakefulness in the morning, her hair all mussed up and a familiar pony shape pressed up to her back. He was warm, that was true, but there was something different about how she woke that morning, something wet and sticky painting her back end. “What on earth?” Peering back over her shoulder, slowly so as not to wake Axel, Serenity flipped her tail up, revealing his soft cock still pushed out from his sheath and flopped out across her backside. That in itself was not all that unusual but was different, erotically so, was the gleam of seed lingering at the head of his cock and the white splurge of cum across her pantie-clad back end. Serenity made a soft noise of appreciation, grinding back at him just to see his cock twitch, even that little motion alone making his length thicken and pump up with blood. He was so sensitive to her that it felt quite as if she could do anything and see her lover randy in but a moment, the urge to do more swelling through her, heating up her veins, a needy drive that had her moaning out loud. “So needy...” Serenity wasn’t talking about herself though as Axel groaned in his sleep, his forelegs around her, drawing her in close, holding her tightly. With a breathless yet lusty giggle on her lips, she cast him a sultry look back that only she would ever know. It was time to even the orgasm score... “Wake up, sweetheart...” It seemed she had a pantie dirtier who owed her a round! Author's Note When Axel is shrunk, he climbs into his wife's pony panties and shenanigans ensue! As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile! Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe Characters (c) respective owners
