Wanting it rough and dirty (Forcers, Graphic??)

[saoirse]

I walked in the Breeding grounds, knowing what I wanted and how to get it. I wanted to long, rough and dirty, just the way I liked it. But the only way I could get it was a forcer, no nice stag would do it right, I needed a large and muscular stag, to keep me going. But I would not let just any 'pretty boy' who thought themselves good enough for me on my rump, it had to be the best. I never took second best for a answer, only the best.
I picked up the pace to a trot and lopped into a private clearing with my jet black coat, glistening in the sun and my dark green eyes watching anyone for tricks. I had a very high intelligence level, higher then most and I was yet to find someone ever close to mine and I waited for that challange to come and find me. But while I waited I would have a child, a forcers child. So I let out my scent and call out wanting any stallion to come and find me if they wanted a challenge.

[starlingshour]

The brute curls up his lip tasting the air. It is sweet upon his tongue and he grins. The heat smell of mares wafts around him and his eyes sparkle like crystals in anticipation. His easy going trot seems loud like thunder because of his massive size.

Mares stare at him in wonder and eye his newsprint coat; black and white. A few will recieve a wink but none of these beggers will get what they really want. None of them are worthy enough to hold his foal. The stud looked for a mare that didn't want something so badly it was obvious, a strong mare to produce strong colts for his herd.

A smear of charcoal graced his eye as he scanned the horizon for that one mare that would become his. A grin formed upon his great maw. The mare seemed built and sturdy, even from the great distance that he stood at. The large muscles in his shoulders and hips propelled him forward into a gallop. Thunder seemed to roll across the land even though the sky was perfectly blue.

The brute ran straight past the beauty and then backed up, making the impression that he had found love at first sight. Whirling he eyed the mare up. Her eye had an air of intelligence that he didn't like all that much but her body made up for that slight disfigure. Tossing his head he flicked his forlock from his eyes.

"Well well, I seem to have found a diamond in the rough." Flirting was part of his specialty. No mare had ever resisted him before and that was not about to change now. The stud strolled around her letting her see his muscles bulge and then loosen in a easy flow of movement. "You should be honored mare for you out of all the others I could have picked, have caught my eye. Congratulations." He chuckled, his voice deep and dangerous. "But can you handle the challenge?"

Lifting a single eye brow he questioned her with a mere gesture. She seemed like the hot headed type that would not be taken as a weakling so he made her feel like one throwing his challenge in her face. His whithers were a good four or five hands above hers and he seemed to tower over her but her build would allow him to breed her and not hurt her. That was a plus and something Oberon planned to use for his advantage.

[saoirse]

I heard hooves comming up behind me, and I span, mane flying to see who had come for some fun. I then span back, facing him as he had flown past me, as if it was 'love at first sight'.
I looked him up and down, seeing if he would be even worthy of hearing my voice.
Deciding his jet black and snow white coat had no imperfection I smiled slightly.
"Lo handsome" I said, watching and not going any closer.
"Well well, I seem to have found a diamond in the rough." He said, flirting
"You should be honored mare for you out of all the others I could have picked, have caught my eye. Congratulations."
"But can you handle the challenge?" he said and I freezed.

"You dare to try your stupid flirting games, I know I am a diamond, a pearl or whatever you want to call me" I snapped, "I know its all true, and you should be honored to be even talking to me, not just any stag gets to hear my voice"


OOC: she has a kinda split personlity....

[starlingshour]

"You dare to try your stupid flirting games, I know I am a diamond, a pearl or whatever you want to call me. I know its all true, and you should be honored to be even talking to me, not just any stag gets to hear my voice"

The stud smiled at the mare. She was so, what was the word, cute in her temper tantrum. As soon as she became his though there would be no more, well unless he wanted her to have one that is.

"Of course I am lucky to be talking to such a fine mare, but I want so much more than just a voice my beauty."

A smirk appeared on his maw. Moving closer to her he could smell the strong scent of her heat. The aroma was of citrus tang but sweet red wine all at the same time. His nostrils flared and Oberon destperately wanted at her but he could wait, for now.

This mare would be the beginning. She would produce for his foals that would then make him a threat and who knew what he could do with something that power full. Oberon whisked his mind back to the mare now giving her his full attention, and hopefully the rest of him soon.

The smirk still resided on his face. Soon he would be tired of waiting. The whole conversation was getting old. 'Why won't she just flick her tail over and let me in.' Oberon complained to himself, but his act of a sweet stud much prevail until he had her beneath him and how wonderous would that be, for him anyway.

Oberon stared at her, letting his eyes go soft so that she felt as though he loved her and would never let her go. Of course the second part was true. She would never leave her grasp once she fell into his trap. Hopefully she would produce the colts that he so desperately wanted for his 'Threat'.

"Let's make this easy darlin'. Don't fight it."

The stag whispered the last words and took a step closer. The closer he got the sooner he would be upon her. He crept forward just enough so that if he reached out his neck he could touch he with his muzzle. Doing just that he drew a line from her shoulder to her rump. Chuckling he nibbled at her dock. Mares seemed to like this for some reason.

[saoirse]

"Of course I am lucky to be talking to such a fine mare, but I want so much more than just a voice my beauty." He said

I sighed, I was sick of these games and all I wanted was a foal.
"Stag, I am sick of these games" I said and sighed again, flicking my tail and letting my smell spread.
"Before you get any closer" I said backing away slightly.
"Tell me, do you have land? or any mares?" I asked "If not, if I let you have your fun, with me, shall you make me your queen?"
I let him come slightly closer, not close enough to mount me but enough to do what ever he was about to try. I looked at him surprised as he drew a line from my shoulder to my rump, making me sigh. How did he now I liked that? I asked myself and watched him closly, wondering what he would do next.

[stage53]

Saoirse there is a word minimuim you must follow. You aren't even close, please be mindful of the rules. Also it does help to read over your post so check you grammar.
Thanks,
Stage

[starlingshour]

Oberon drug his muzzle up her spin and then gentely massaged each vertebrae, moving and relaxing the ligaments in between them. Every now and then he would let out a low nicker filling that empty silence. Side stepping he let his body run the length of hers, their skin touching.

"Tell me, do you have land? or any mares? If not, if I let you have your fun, with me, shall you make me your queen?"

The stud froze. Oberon had no land but he was going to challenge for one after this pleasure so that was no big deal, but the fact that she had asked to be his queen bothered him. Was she really that arrogent?

"I'll be challenging for a land as soon as I'm done with you my beauty."

Now to address the fact that she asked to be his queen. He huffed and decided that the best thing to do was to bargan with her.

"I'll tell you what mare, if you produce me a colt you will be my queen. If not, then you shall be my brood."

Oberon didn't mention the fact that the lead mare would get more breeding time than the actual brood but then again; she hadn't asked. Her scent was screaming in his nostrils and he wanted to feel her caverns against him. The thought brought a smile to Oberon's face.

Waiting for her to answer his little challenge of sorts he moved to her other side to fill the silence that had overcome them. Dragging his muzzle from her point of shoulder to the bottom of her stomach. Oberon rubbed her stomach and blew hot air onto her tight muscles releasing the tension held there.

Tracing back up her flack he threw his neck over her back letting her get familiar with his contact over her shoulders. The mare's back was small and it made him wonder if she could hold his weight since hewas so much larger than her. Finally he decided that he didn't care and that he would breed her on the ground if he had to, hopefully he didn't but he would if need be.

Chuckling slowly he decided it was time to break this silence.

"So mare, do you let me breed you?"

'Or do I have to force it?' Oberon added silently to himself, his eyes a glitter.

ooc: If you want I'll help pay/pay for twins. I think it would put a twist on things.

[saoirse]

I shivered slightly and unwillingly as he gently massaged each vertebra with his soft muzzle, moving and relaxing the ligaments in between them, slowly.
I sighed and listened as he filled the silence every now and then with a low nicker. I watched him carefully as he side-stepped, moving closer to me and letting his body run the length of mine, our soft pelts touching.

I felt him freeze as he heard what I said, and I wondered if I had pushed him too far.

"I'll be challenging for a land as soon as I'm done with you my beauty." He said, addressing the first part of the question.

"I'll tell you what mare, if you produce me a colt you will be my queen. If not, then you shall be my brood." He said calmly in reply to the second part, but I saw behind the words he thought I was arrogant and stuck up, I sighed wondering how I could prove to him I was not.

"Stag, I know that queens have more breeding time then the broods,” I started “I know this and that is one of the reason why I want to be queen, who does not like a little fun” I stopped then added “and no I am not arrogant just curious" I said, watching him carefully as he ran his muzzle from my neck to my stomach, and rubbed it blowing hot air, making me feel more relaxed in my muscles and bone. I sighed again, liking the feeling of being wanted and cared for, even though I knew it was all a act.

I knew he was getting more confident around me, my attitude and my flightiness , as he put his neck over mine making me use to the contact, it felt nice. But I knew not to feel too relaxed around him, I had heard to many stories about stallions.

"So mare, do you let me breed you?" he asked, breaking the silence, and I saw he added in his mind, for I shall force you.

"Why else do you think I’m here, for some fun, theres no need to force this mare" I chuckled and turned my rump to him.

"Hope on" I said and nudged him gently with my rump, teasing him and let my scent fill the air around us.



OOC: umm sure, how? soz i'm new....

[starlingshour]

"Stag, I know that queens have more breeding time then the broods, I know this and that is one of the reason why I want to be queen, who does not like a little fun, and no I am not arrogant just curious"

Oberon nodded. Now he knew that flare of intelligence he had seen in her eyes really existed. If she produced for him a colt he couldn't imagine the possibilities ahead of the foal. He would rule after his father and would own all of his mares. Oberon hoped he recieved a colt from this black beauty to pass on his great bloodlines.

"Why else do you think I’m here, for some fun, theres no need to force this mare. Hop on"

The mare pushed her rump into his chest and he breathed in her sweet scent. Oberon's nostrils flared and his heart pounded in his chest. Testosterone and adrenaline pumped through his veins as he waited for her tail to flick to the side. Corse hair shifted against his chest and he knew that he entrance was open to him now.

The muscles in the giant's hind legs lifted his up so he was nearly twice the mare's hieght. His tool extended and hardened as he kept himself high in the air. Oberon had to take a full step back for he was a draft and his tool was longer and larger than most males.

Finding her entrance he touched her and just sat there so as to entice her. The tip of his tool rubbed against her entrance. Oberon gripped her aroun the barrel with his forelegs and bit down on her mane to secure himself before thrusting his entire weight upon her body.

Feeling stable enough he planted himself upon her back and while doing so he thrust himself into the mare, half of his tool within her. With a grunt he shoved the rest of it ino her caverns. Oberon rubbed down her walls hitting her pleasure spots and his.

Reaching with his neck he was able to nibble along the crest of her mane. Throwing his tool around her insides haphazardly he must be recking havoc upon her system. Completely within her Oberon hit her core. He pushed hard against her most likely causing her an odd sense of pain and pleasure. Then he just sat there upon her and rested. His tool pulsed wanting to release his seed. Sweet poored down his neck and back.

"Don't worry my love. I'm not finished yet." A low chuckle left his mouth as he panted those few words.

ooc: I'll just make a request and I will pay for them.

[saoirse]

I saw the huge stag nodd his head, acknowledging my little speech. I watched him closely, as he looked into my eyes and in his I saw hope, power and maybe even love.

I felt the stag breath in my overwheleming and powerful scent, strong enough to even push the most well behaved stag off the wagon. I watched in the corner of my eye as I stallions nostrils flared and as he glared at my tail, waiting for it to move.
I flicked my tail, side to side, teasing him until finally I moved it and it hit his strong, muscelled chest.

I watched, legs locked, as he reared so he was nearly twice my height and his tool waving in the air, hardened and exteneded, with a mind of its own.
The massive stallion took a full step back, so he had enough room to mount and force himself into me.

His tool rubbed around the edges of my hole, I shivered at the feeling, this was a first for me. He stopped rubbing and just let it sit there, teasing me. I guessed he finally got sick of waiting and playing games, as he gripped my barrel my his long forelegs and bit my long mane before landing on my slightly smaller frame, and pushing all he had into me.

He weighed a tonne, but I stood, holding att his weight, refusing to buckle, although I did sink a little bit into the soft grass I was standing on.

I pushed himself into me harder, leaning even more of his weight on my shoulders and rump, but still I stood.
He thrust himself into me, only half his long and hard tool in me and with a grunt he shoved the rest of himself into my virgin caverns.

I shivered with pleasure as he hit my pleasure spots.
He reached for my mane, nibbling along my crest, while his tool was making my insides go haywire. I was in pain sometimes as he pushed to hard, but I liked the pain and other times it just felt so d*mn good I could not stop myself from moaning.

He stopped when he reached my core, as if waiting for something, resting I guessed. I looked and saw sweet pooring down his neck and back, as well as my own.

"Don't worry my love. I'm not finished yet." He said with a low chuckle as he panted for breath.

"I hope not" I said and looked at him "Do as you please" I said and meant it, waiting for him to continue, I was here for the pain, the pleasure and of course the foal. I had asked for it all.

[starlingshour]

** Will post tomorrow, my muse is fried after my extremely long challenge post in Sans Coeur...sorry**

[saoirse]

OOC: no probs!

[starlingshour]

The stud rested on her back for what seemed like forever. His weight boring down on her. Finally though he was able to catch his breathe.

"I hope not. Do as you please."

The mare's voice broke the silence and a grin broke out onto his face at what she had said. He had no problem filling out her request as he began to pump within her. Moving slowly Oberon drew out the anticipation of his release. Shoving himself within her as far as he could go he let his seed flow into her. She was officially a vessel of his genetics making her all his. The grin on his face morphed into a smirk but still he did not withdraw. The pleasure he felt while releasing his seed propelled him forward.

Grunting Oberon kept his tool hard and moved about within her making sure his seed touched all the hidden parts of her caverns. The white liquid spewed from his tool and he let out a low moan voicing his satisfaction. This mare would not be leaving his herd until she died that was for sure.

It was nice that the mare was so much smaller than him for that ensured that her caverns were also smaller making her skin fold around his tool more tightly. Oberon thought of her request for queen then as he aimlessly pumped into her. Oddly enough the stud did his best thinking on top of a mare. If she bred like this all the time he may just have to make her queen to bring her here more often. A chuckle admited from his lips. Once again he rubbed down her most likely sore caverns.

The night air was coming upon them and it sent a chill over his spine. Oberon shivered and drew out of her. On his way down he scraped his hooves along her barrel, bloodying her sides and marking her as his. Then he walked to her front so he could see her face while they talked.

"Come mare, for I cannot let you go now with my foal within you. You shall watch me fight for our new home."

With that Oberon bit at her rump to send her foward. He pushed on her with his shoulder forcing her to move on. She shouldn't worry about leaving this place for she was garantee to be back here shortly.

ooc: sorry its so bad, I'll make the next one better.

[saoirse]

OOC: no probs! I'm just trying to write 400 words....

I felt him push further and further into me, until there was nowhere else for his large tool to go. Finally he stopped to rest, pausing his pleasurable fun.
I turned to look at him and saw his smile slightly at my words, before continuing what he had started.
The grin on his face changed, into a smirk. It was not a cruel one, but the one of great fun. I smiled at him and leaned back into him, and moaned as he released his seed, claiming me as his.
I heard him grunt as his hardened tool moved about inside me, making a thick layer of his seeds cover my caverns, hidden or not.
I knew that there would be on way that I could leave his herd now.
His tool was large, almost too large to fit in my caverns, just proving how big he really was. I heard him chuckle and turned my head, wondering what was so funny.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, leaning back into him and moaned as his tool rubbed against my slightly sore and seeded walls of my caverns.
I looked up at the stars coming up, brightening the sky with there lights, but as the stars came up so did the moon, making the air cool against my sweat covered body.
I shivered slightly, and noticed a shift in his weight.
I did not flinch as he sliced my sides, marking me as his and no one else’s and withdrew from my insides, and watched in silence as he walked to my front end.
"Come mare, for I cannot let you go now with my foal within you. You shall watch me fight for our new home."

With those words the stallion bit at my rump to force me forwards. He pushed on me with his shoulder forcing me to move on.

“Hey, there is no need to push this mare” I said and walked forwards.
“I would be happy to watch you fight for land, it shall be fun” I said and chuckled, wondering what land he shall take.
“Just lead the way” I said and nodded, pausing to let him move in front of me. “And what is your name? I still don’t know it”

OOC: where 2?

[starlingshour]

ooc: Look for a post in Pioggia in the near future.