This choice: Guards had to be disciplined. She could force herself to sleep. • Go Back...Chapter #3Hooves Are A Mare's Best Friend by: Cainiam Moon sighed as she relented. Her thoughts were just excuses for her to get out there and do something. Really all she had to do was keep on doing what she was doing. She clamped her eyes a little tighter, her body tensing up before she relaxed everything again. Somewhere in the stupid room she could hear a clock slowly ticking, it's constant tick-tock a pain in the ass. She was stronger than it though. She wasn't going to let some clock come between herself and an illustrious career as the most heroic guardspony ever. She could see it now... adoring fans, a member of Luna's personal retinue... a unit of thestrals willing to do anything for her... anything at all.
In her restlless state her mind chose to latch onto that idea. Stallions and mares who would fight under her on the battlefield... then lay under her in the barracks. Mares begging for her to set on their face, stallions rubbing their erections against her thighs... the thestral shifted a little in her bed, rolling onto her back. She was alone, she knew she was alone... so why not treat herself. Her hoof wandered down to the space between her hind legs, to the small pink slit in her silver fur. A light stroke and she let out a soft gasp, those mental images of studly stallions and needy mares filling her mind. She let her hoof rest against her marehood... and then she teased it in.
Another gasp escaped her as her two sharp fangs sank into her lower lips, nipping them. "Mmm... Leatherwing..." she moaned in her sleep, gently pressing the tip of her hoof into her marehood, pushing apart the slippery lips as she delicately pressed the tip of her hoof inside. Another gasp escaped as she pushed it inside, the smooth curved edge quickly becoming slick as it pushed into her soft and squishy depths. A hot moan issued from her lips as she pressed it deeper, her hind legs twitching in the air as she pushed it inside of her. "Buck me... take me..." she gasped at her mental image of a muscular thestral standing over her as she worked her hoof harder and harder inside of her.
The silvery grey thestral squirmed against her bed, writhing on her back with her wings outspread as she worked that hoof of hers in and out, quiet moist squelches accompanying each push of her hoof as she worked back against the bed, her rump wriggling as she pulsed that hoof inside of her again and again. Her marehood clenched back around her hoof, squeezing against it as it filled her pussy excellently. Hot pants and moans got louder and louder as she pumped her hoof, imagining a thick, flared cock ramming deep inside of her again and again.
In only a few minutes she felt herself reaching the edge and she bit down hard on her own forehoof to muffle the shriek of pleasure that escaped her, before that rush of sweet mare honey splashed out of her and into the bedsheets below, stickying them with each pulse as it oozed out around her hoof, squelching with each push. Her whole body clenched with her orgasm, and then slowly relaxed. She lifted her hoof from her jaws, two pin points leaking blood from the pressure of her bite. She let out a last pant and then lay her head back, covering her mess with a blanket before she closed her eyes. Sleep came much easier this time. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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