RGRE rape shorts anthology

You just got dropped in some fantasy city in a middle of a desert that's populated by horses.

Cartoon Arabian horses, no less.

After initially causing some startle and confusion, a pink blue-maned one, wearing various sorts of garments, have decided to host you in her house.

Apparently the pink horse, a mare called Amira, wasn't the exactly the most irrelevant person in the country named Saddle Arabia.

She's a diplomat, and she could understand what you say. They call English Ponish here.

The anomaly causing you to land in Saddle Arabia has yet to be researched, and that as she put it, a "muhr latif" [cute colt] shouldn't be alone without a mare together with him.

Despite knowing English, or Ponish perfectly, she would occsionally put the Arabic words in her speech and you don't get why exactly she does that.

You walk together to her home through the deserted streets, walking past only an occasional Arabian.

It was the middle of the day, and the locals sit inside of their cool homes. It was unsufferably hot, the blue sky being completely clear, only having the burning Sun nearly at the zenith.

Sometimes the hot wind blows, not bringing any real relief to the heat at all, it still feels like a furnace.

Biting on some chilis wouldn't hurt, but unfortunately you don't have any. The infernal heat takes a real toll on you as your body sweats bullets, trying to cool itself.

The city looks incredibly rich, with snow white buildings everywhere, flaunting the nation's wealth. Really seems like a fantasy version of Saudi Arabia with horses.

Except it seems that the mares are the ones of charge of everything.

Finally you arrive at Amira's house, the coolness greeting as you step inside.

The indoors look rich and fancy. She tells you to lay on the queen sized bed and take time to relax from the stroll through the heat.

She offered you some cool water and food to eat, which you have accepted eagerly.

By the evening when the Sun began to set, you have been visited by a shorter, winged and horned purple horse with a smaller, rounder muzzle and marks of a star on each one of her flanks, who was invited here to research the anomaly and how did you got here.

Being incredibly visibly excited, she asked you some more surface level questions about humans before having to politely teleport away.

Your information on how did you get here was deemed to be inconclusive, which means you're pretty much stuck here.

The night sets in, and the powerful desert heat gives way to pleasant, silky warmth. The streets of the city become enlivened with Arabians going outside.

Mostly mares, and if there's stallions together with them, their bodies were obscured by the niqabs they were wearing. There were rare stallions who didn't wear a niqab.

You ponder about your place in this type of society, considering that you're not going back. But you were also a special case.

Amira made you dinner for the evening. Including some Eastern desserts, your favourite.

After you were done with your dinner, she tells you to go to sleep. But it seems like that she has more plans for you.

She lays on the bed and starts kissing you, trying to take your pants off.

You try to fight her, but she overpowers you with ease. Horses are just really strong even if they're multicoloured.

"Oh, sorry for being so direct with you, muhr latif. I just couldn't help myself." Amira giggles, caressing your hips.

Her voice and her seductive gestures make your penis hard. There's just no way but let her have her way with you, isn't it.

You don't even try to resist when she takes your shirt and your underwear off, knowing that the resistance is useless anyway.

She probably will become even hornier that way.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." the pink mare reassures you raising her big plot above your erect member

Her winking marehood envelops you. You moan and thrust back into her as she rides you.

Her pace is tender. You couldn't help but to enjoy it all.

Your hostess is really just so majestic and beautiful, just like the Arabian horses back in Earth, and she actively desires you.

Her pussy twitches around your dick, enjoying dominating and draining you. You moan her name, your hands caressing her hips as you encourage her ravishing you.

Her pace become a little bit quicker whilst her moaning gets louder. Her pussy grips you so tightly, covering you in her nectar.

You cum, filling Amira's maregasming pussy, her eager, hot womb. You scream, sharing the euphoria.

You jolt inside of her, trying to deliver as much of your cum in her greedy cunt as you can.

Your orgasms falter, and she gets up from your member, the mixed cum leaking onto the covers.

She cuddles you, kissing you again. You wish to disappear in her beautiful, big blue eyes.

She breaks the kiss, enjoying the intimacy.

"I love you, Amira." you say, enjoying the feeling of your sinking in her short, yet plush pink fur.

"I love you too, my precious jawad [stallion]."