Chapter 1: First Breeding of Fashion
As Fertile Seed arrives at this new town, he feels a familiar tingling sensation stirring within his loins. The sight of so many fertile, willing mares makes it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but sowing his seed. He sees a mare standing amidst a group of mares, seeming to be discussing some new designs for an upcoming fashion show.
Fertile Seed's eyes widen as he takes in the scene he has arrived at. A grand catwalk stretches out behind a group of gathered mares, adorned with glittering lights and flowing fabrics. His mind races with possibilities as he imagines the mares strutting their stuff down the runway, their bodies on full display for him to admire. He can already picture himself sneaking backstage, cornering one of these lovely mares, and planting his seed deep inside her. The thought sends a thrill through his body, making his cock twitch with anticipation.
He sees the particular mare standing out amidst the group more clearly. Her long tail swishes back and forth, drawing attention to her shapely hindquarters which only seem to get more enticing under his gaze. She stands apart from the others, her regal posture commanding respect.
As Fertile Seed approaches the group, his eyes are drawn to that certain mare. She is a beautiful mare, standing tall and proud with her dark blue coat shimmering under the studio lights. Her mane falls in loose waves down to her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. The tips of each strand are dyed a light lavender hue, giving it an extra touch of elegance.Her cutie mark is an intricate design - a golden sewing needle stitching through a piece of fabric. It's clear evidence of her passion for fashion design and tailoring. Her eyes are large and expressive, sparkling with enthusiasm.
She stands apart from the others, her regal posture commanding respect. There's something about her that sets her apart - maybe it's the way her mane falls perfectly around her face or how her tail sways gracefully with every movement she makes. His heart pounds in his chest as he imagines what it would be like to have this mare swollen with child - carrying his offspring within her womb. The thought sends another surge of desire coursing through him, causing his cock to throb eagerly beneath its protective sheath.
As Fertile Seed watches her, his mind begins to wander. He finds himself admiring her beauty - her elegant coat, her mesmerizing eyes, and especially her cutie mark. Yet despite all these qualities, something seems to be missing. A certain fullness to her figure perhaps? Or maybe...
A sudden realization hits him: it’s a baby bump! Yes, that’s exactly what she needs to complete her look. He grins to himself at the thought of her heavy with child - an image that fills him with excitement. And he was just the colt to help her make that a reality!
He begins to make his way towards the group, his hooves clicking against the pavement as he approaches. His smile grows wider with each step, eager to introduce himself to these potential mates.
Fertile Seed takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knows he needs to bide his time until the right moment arises. Approaching the mare that caught hhis eye, he extends a hoof in greeting. “Good evening,” he says smoothly, “I'm Fertile Seed”. His voice is low and sultry, filled with raw sexual energy that seems to vibrate off him in waves.He watches closely as she responds to his introduction - does she blush? Does she shy away? Or perhaps there might even be a spark of interest in her eyes? Any sign would do; it wouldn't take much for him to make his move.
The mare looks up at Fertile Seed, her eyes meeting his. They're wide and bright - a clear sign of curiosity mixed with intrigue. Hello, she replies softly, extending her own hoof to meet his.There's no immediate sign of rejection or disinterest. In fact, if anything, she seems intrigued by him - maybe even attracted. And what brings you here? she asks politely.
Fertile Seed smirks to himself, knowing he can't just come out and say what's really on his mind. Instead, he decides to play it cool and see where the night takes him. “Well, I saw ther would be a fashion show and thought it would be a lot of fun,” he lies easily, giving her his most charming smile. “I'm actually quite interested in fashion myself. Maybe we could talk more about it sometime?” He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Or perhaps you'd like to grab a drink together after the show? I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to.” He winks, trying to gauge her reaction to his suggestive comment.
The mare blushes lightly at Fertile Seed's flirtatious remark, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she seems to consider his offer for a moment before finally responding. "My name is Stylish Stitches," she says quietly, introducing herself. She looks down shyly as she speaks, clearly flattered by his attention. But despite this initial hesitation, there's also an underlying sense of confidence about her - a trait that Fertile Seed finds incredibly attractive. "Perhaps we could discuss our mutual interests over dinner instead?" she suggests tentatively.
Fertile Seed's heart leaps at the prospect of spending more time with Stylish Stitches. He nods enthusiastically, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Dinner sounds perfect," he agrees quickly.Inside though, his thoughts race as he imagines what it would be like to make love to this beautiful mare - feeling her warm body pressed against his own while he plants his seed deep within her womb. The very idea sends another wave of arousal surging through him.
Fertile Seed tries to compose himself, reminding himself that he needs to play it cool and not rush things. He gives Stylish Stitches a charming smile. "So, shall we head to dinner then? I saw a lovely little restaurant just around the corner." He offers her his arm, hoping she'll take it and lead her away from the rest of the mares. Once they're alone, he can start making his moves and hopefully convince her to let him plant his seed inside her.
Stylish Stitches hesitates for a moment, torn between wanting to spend more time with Fertile Seed and her responsibilities for the upcoming fashion show. "Actually," she starts slowly, "there is something I need to attend to first." Her eyes flicker downwards towards the ground before meeting his again. "It's about the fashion show... I'm actually the designer responsible for putting it all together." She bites her lip nervously as she waits for his reaction - will he be disappointed or impressed? Either way, it seems like their plans for dinner may have hit a slight snag.
Fertile Seed's eyes light up with excitement when he hears that Stylish Stitches is the fashion designer. He grins widely, showing off his sharp teeth. "Wow, really? That's amazing!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Stylish Stitches sighs heavily, running a hoof through her mane in frustration. "Yes, unfortunately it means I'll have to put dinner on hold for now," she admits regretfully. She looks apologetically at Fertile Seed, hoping he won't be too upset about the delay. "But don't worry," she adds quickly, "we can still catch up afterwards once everything is sorted out." Despite her words, there's an unmistakable hint of disappointment in her voice - not only because she'll miss spending time with him but also because she secretly hopes he'll understand and wait patiently for her.
Fertile Seed frowns slightly, obviously disappointed that their plans for dinner have been derailed. However, he manages to maintain his composure and puts on a brave face. "Oh well," he sighs dramatically, "I suppose your work comes first."
Internally though, he's seething with impatience - all he can think about is getting close to Stylish Stitches and planting his seed inside her fertile womb. The longer he has to wait, the harder it becomes for him to control his urges.
Fertile Seed tries to smile encouragingly towards Stylish Stitches, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help..." he begins suggestively.
Stylish Stitches blinks in surprise at Fertile Seed's offer, her ears perking up curiously. "Really?"she asks, tilting her head slightly. "That's very kind of you." Despite the stress of organizing the fashion show, she can't deny how comforting it is to know someone else cares enough to lend a hoof. "If you're sure you wouldn't mind helping out," she adds cautiously.
Fertile Seed nods eagerly, ready to do whatever it takes to stay close to Stylish Stitches. "Of course," he assures her confidently. "Just point me in the right direction and I'll get started."
"Please, follow me." With Fertile Seed by her side, Stylish Stitches feels a weight lift off her shoulders. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before leading him towards the backstage area of the fashion show. As they walk through the bustling halls, Fertile Seed can't help but notice how hard Stylish Stitches is working - every step she takes seems laden with responsibility and stress. "Here we are," she announces, pushing open a door marked 'Designers Only'. Inside, there's chaos - sewing machines whirring loudly, fabric scraps scattered everywhere, and several other mares rushing around frantically trying to finish their tasks on time.
Fertile Seed follows Stylish Stitches into the designers' room, taking in the chaotic scene with wide-eyed fascination. WThis place is a mess," he comments jokingly. His gaze then falls onto one of the sewing machines where a mare is struggling to thread a needle. Without thinking twice, he strides over and gently nudges her aside. "Let me try," he offers kindly.
Fertile Seed chuckles softly, his horn glowing brightly as he focuses on threading the needle. His magic makes quick work of the task, causing the needle to slide effortlessly through the eye. Stylish Stitches haveing walked off to do her work, he turned towards the mare he had helped to he flash her a triumphant grin. "See? Not so difficult after all."
The mare whose needle Fertile Seed threaded looks up at him gratefully, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. "Thank you so much," she says weakly. "I've just been under so much pressure lately..."
Fertile Seed's eyes sparkle with mischief as he watches the exhausted mare struggle to focus. An idea forms in his mind, and he leans in closer to whisper conspiratorially. WYou know, I might have just the thing to help you unwind,W he purrs, his hot breath tickling her ear. "But it would require us to find somewhere...private."
The mare blushes deeply, clearly flustered by Fertile Seed's suggestive tone. She glances around nervously, aware that they're in a public space despite the chaos.
"I-I don't know..." she stammers, biting her lip. "We shouldn't be doing anything inappropriate here..."
However, the promise of relief from her stress and fatigue is tempting. Her resolve begins to crumble as Fertile Seed's proximity and charming demeanor work their magic on her.
Noticing the mare's weakening resistance, Fertile Seed smirks confidently. He knows exactly how to push her buttons.
"Come on," he whispers seductively, "it'll be our little secret."
The mare's resolve finally breaks, her body succumbing to Fertile Seed's persuasive charms. She nods hesitantly, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves.
"Okay...but just for a few minutes," she agrees quietly, already feeling a sense of shame for giving in to temptation so easily.
Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, she leads Fertile Seed towards a secluded storage closet tucked away in a corner of the room.
Once inside the cramped storage closet, the mare turns to face Fertile Seed, her breathing heavy with anticipation. Despite the awkward surroundings, she can't help but feel excited by the prospect of indulging in forbidden pleasure.
"A-a-are you sure about this?" she stammers, her hooves trembling slightly.
Fertile Seed grins wickedly, his eyes darkening with lustful intent. "Absolutely," he replies confidently. "And trust me, once we start...you won't want to stop." Without waiting for further permission, he closes the distance between them and presses his body against hers. His large member starting throb violently.
The mare pressed against Fertile Seed is average height and build, her curves soft yet firm beneath her dress. Her coat is a beautiful chestnut color, shimmering with health and vitality. Her mane is a rich brown hue that cascades down her neck in loose waves, framing her face perfectly. She has bright amber eyes that reflect both curiosity and nervousness. She smells fresh and clean – like hay fields after rain – which only serves to heighten Fertile Seed’s arousal even more.
The dress the mare is wearing is a simple yet elegant design, made of a lightweight, flowing material that hugs her curves in all the right places. The dress is a soft pastel blue color, complementing the mare's chestnut coat beautifully. A delicate golden belt cinches at her waist, adding a touch of sophistication to the overall look.
Fertile Seed runs his hoof along the hem of the mare's dress, tracing its silky texture as he gazes into her eyes. "You look absolutely stunning," he murmurs appreciatively.
He leans in closer, his hot breath caressing her earlobe. "I bet you'd look even better out of this dress."
The mare shivers at Fertile Seed's words, her pulse quickening with excitement and a hint of trepidation. She bites her lower lip, torn between her desire to please him and the knowledge that they're being reckless.
Still, she finds herself nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "O-okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "If you really think so..."
With a triumphant smile, Fertile Seed reaches out and grasps the golden belt at the mare's waist. He tugs it loose, allowing the dress to fall open and pool at her hooves.
His eyes roam hungrily over her exposed form, drinking in the sight. "Mmm, perfect," he groans, his member throbbing with need.
He leans in and captures her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to explore every inch of it.
As Fertile Seed's tongue explores her mouth, the mare finds herself melting into him. Her own tongue tentatively dances with his, each movement sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.
Despite her initial hesitation, she can't deny that she's enjoying the sensation of being so close to another pony - especially one who seems determined to satisfy every last craving.
She moans softly into their shared kiss, her hind legs buckling slightly under the weight of rising desire.
Feeling her knees weaken, Fertile Seed wraps his strong forelegs around her waist to support her. His hoofs roam freely over her backside, squeezing and kneading the flesh there.
Breaking off from the kiss momentarily, he trails hot kisses down her neck before nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder. "Stars, you taste amazing," he growls huskily.
His member twitches eagerly against her flank, demanding attention.
The mare gasps sharply as she feels Fertile Seed's throbbing member press against her flank. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her quiver.
She instinctively tries to pull away, but he holds onto her tightly. "Wait!" she protests weakly, though her voice lacks conviction.
Despite knowing they shouldn't be doing this, part of her yearns for more - for the fulfillment only he could provide.
Ignoring her feeble protest, Fertile Seed continues to grind his member against her. He lets out a low, primal grunt, clearly enjoying the sensation.
"Don't fight it," he urges, his voice thick with lust. "Just let go and enjoy it. I promise, you won't regret it."
With a final, lingering kiss on her lips, Fertile Seed releases his grip on the mare. He backs up slightly, then goes behind her, giving himself enough space to align his member with her awaiting entrance.
The mare watches him warily but also with an undeniable air of expectation. She shifts her stance accordingly, preparing herself mentally and physically for what's about to happen.
As she braces herself against the wall, she takes one last deep breath - hoping that it will steady her nerves.
Fertile Seed mounts her and positions his member near her slick opening.
With a swift, powerful thrust, Fertile Seed penetrates the mare, burying his entire length inside her. She cries out in surprise and pleasure, her body tensing up around him.
He starts to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he begins to breed her. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through her, making her head spin and her vision blur.
Despite the intensity of the moment, a small part of her mind remains aware of the wrongness of what they're doing - but it's quickly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through her veins.
The mare's walls clench and flutter around Fertile Seed's invading member, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. She pants heavily, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues to pound into her relentlessly.
Each thrust drives him deeper, until he's hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes stars explode behind her eyelids. She throws her head back, a keening whinny escaping her throat as she's consumed by the overwhelming sensations.
Driven by pure animalistic instinct, Fertile Seed increases the pace of his thrusts. His hooves dig into her flanks.
He leans over her back, whispering dirty promises into her ear as he breeds her mercilessly. "You like that? You love how my cock fills you up?"
The mare nods frantically, unable to speak due to the intense pleasure coursing through her. She pushes back against him with each thrust, meeting his movements with equal ferocity.
Her chestnut coat is drenched in sweat, clinging to her body and accentuating every curve. The two of them together - of him taking her so roughly - sends waves of arousal crashing over her.
She's lost in the moment now, completely consumed by the raw, primal act unfolding before her.
Fertile Seed grunts with effort, his muscles straining under the exertion. His member throbs inside her, signaling his impending release.
He leans in close to her ear, whispering hotly, "Are you ready to feel me fill you up? To feel my seed spilling deep within your womb?"
Feeling the telltale signs of his impending climax, Fertile Seed doubles his efforts. He slams into her harder and faster, driving her towards the edge. His words echo in her ears, fueling her own arousal. The thought of carrying his offspring sends a thrill running down her spine. In response, she tightens her walls around him, coaxing him closer to release.
With a final, guttural groan, Fertile Seed reaches his peak. His member pulses and throbs inside the mare, releasing wave after wave of hot, sticky semen deep within her womb. He collapses onto her back, panting heavily as he rides out his orgasm. His hooves slip on her slick coat, making it difficult for him to maintain balance. For a moment, all motion stops between them - then slowly, hesitantly at first, they begin moving again. Each thrust is slower now, gentler... but no less satisfying.
As Fertile Seed continues to thrust gently inside her, the mare can feel his warm seed filling her up. It coats her insides, creating a slick layer that enhances their already pleasurable coupling. Her legs tremble under the weight of him, threatening to give way at any moment. But she refuses to break away - not when things are finally starting to feel right.
She lets out soft whimpers and sighs as she rides out her own climax alongside him. The feeling of being filled so completely by him is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
Once Fertile Seed has finished breeding her, he carefully dismounts from the mare. He turns around and looks at her, admiration clear in his eyes.
"Wow..." he murmurs appreciatively. "That was incredible."
He moves closer to her, placing a gentle hand on her flank. "You did great," he adds softly.
Panting heavily, the mare struggles to catch her breath. She feels spent yet satisfied, overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter.
She glances up at Fertile Seed, returning his gaze with a look of mixed emotions. There's pride there - pride in having pleased him so thoroughly - but also fear and uncertainty.
Slowly, she stands straighter, brushing off some of the sweat clinging to her coat. "I... I didn't know it would be like this," she admits quietly.
Fertile Seed's expression softens as he looks at the mare, concern etched across his features. Hey, are you okay? That was quite the intense session we just had. He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "Did it help you relieve some of that stress you've been carrying around?" 'And soon you'll be carrying something else, too,' he thaught. As he spoke, his mind wanders to the future - to the image of her heavy with foal, her belly swollen with his offspring. He can almost picture it, and the thought sends a surge of excitement through him.
The mare blushes slightly at Fertile Seed's question, looking away shyly. "Y-yes... it did help. I feel much better now." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Despite the pleasure they shared, a nagging sense of unease still lingers in the back of her mind. "I just hope..." she trails off, not wanting to voice her fears aloud. "I just hope everything goes okay from here."
Fertile Seed nods, understanding where she's coming from. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." He assures her with a reassuring smile.
"But maybe we should get back to work," he suggests gently. "There are plenty of other mares who could use some stress relief, too."
His suggestion isn't entirely altruistic; part of him hopes that introducing other mares to him might lead to more opportunities for him to father more foals.
The mare considers his suggestion, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "Yeah... maybe you're right."
She looks at him hopefully. "Do you think anyone else would be willing to try this? I mean, it seems kind of extreme..."
Despite her reservations, there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Could other mares find relief from their stress in such an unconventional way too?
Fertile Seed smiles encouragingly at her. "I'm sure many mares would be interested if they knew how good it felt," he says confidently.
He thinks about it for a moment before adding, "Maybe we could even make this our little secret. Just between us."
His proposal brings forth a new wave of excitement within him – because it meant more potential breeding opportunities.
The mare seems to consider his offer for a moment longer, her eyes flickering back and forth as she weighs the pros and cons.
Finally, she nods slowly. "Okay... I guess we could do that," she agrees tentatively.
But despite her agreement, she can't shake off the lingering feeling of uncertainty about what comes next.
With a mutual nod of agreement, Fertile Seed and the mare make their way back to the designers' room. As they walk together, neither one speaks; both lost in their own thoughts.
Author's Note
Do tell me what you think and if anything can be improved.
