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- > Be Anon.
- > Going to a family wedding, the bride is your cousin and you are one of the few relations on her side attending.
- > Raining outside so mood is poor.
- > Its an outside service...
- > Losing will to live, until...
- > Bride rocks up in a horse drawn carriage.
- > Its being pulled by an anthro mare, she's one of the bridesmaids and is wearing a tight-fitting teal dress.
- > She suggested it as a joke, but is now regretting the offer since she's been soaked in the rain.
- > Everyone is fussing around the bride, making sure her dress is ok etc, but bridesmaid is ignored, left still strapped into carriage.
- > Being the gentleman you are, you head on over and offer to help.
- > She's a mix of hot and sweaty, wet and chilly, and now flustered.
- > You take your sweet time unstrapping her, allowing your fingers to linger just long enough to make her shiver slightly, but not long enough to be gropey.
- > She's taller than you, more solidly built than you, and could easily make you stop... but she doesn't.
- > She instead bites her lower lip, and squirms slightly against your touch, but doesn't pull away.
- > Soon you are finished, leaving her free, and blushing furiously.
- > Her absence has finally been noticed and the bride calls for her maid.
- > With a wink, she jogs off, leaving you with the lingering sensation of her on your fingertips, and the subtle hint of her perfume on the breeze.
- > You are now looking forward to the reception, far more than you were earlier...
- > The service went a little better than planned, with the venue setting up some gazebos over the lawn where the party was set up.
- > The bride and groom knelt in front of the priest, the parents wept, the kiddies bawled...
- > You however, only had eyes for one particular bridesmaid.
- > Someone had sorted her with a towel, some hair care products and a brush, but her dress was still wet.
- > She stood dutifully behind the bride, fulfilling her role despite her soggy disadvantage.
- > Yet her eyes kept darting away from their assigned place, and scanning the crowd around her.
- > Scanning for you.
- > When her nervous gaze met yours, the blush returned.
- > Even as she looked away, and back again a second later, your eyes never faltered.
- > She did her best to stay composed, but you could see she was nervous.
- > Her long chestnut tail, braided silk, stopping but an inch from the ground, twitched and swayed.
- > Her rippling flank was beaded with moisture, giving the impression of still being wet from the rain.
- > But you knew better.
- > As the couple exchanged their vows proper, the ceremony ended, and the cars arrived to take everyone to the reception.
- > You were in one of the bum cars, with the nobodys and randoms.
- > But as you walked past the car carrying the bridal procession, you saw her waiting.
- > You winked this time, and granted her a knowing smile.
- > She blushed in response, and flicked her tail.
- > With only a quick glance around for witnesses, she bent over and began climbing into the car.
- > To your happy surprise, her skirt hitched up, and quite deliberately too, revealing a notable lack of panties.
- > Before she disappeared into the car, she winked at you again, but not with her eyes...
- > The reception now beckoned like the flame to the moth, and you practically skipped to the old banger full of uncles and nobodies.
- > There was a very special wedding celebration waiting...
- > The reception had been booked for a fancy hotel function room, random waist-coated guys serving booze and canapés...
- > Yet you had a different treat in mind.
- > It wasn't to be though.
- > The bride and her entourage sat at the front, while everyone else made do with their assigned seating arrangements.
- > The bridesmaid even had a change of clothes.
- > You sat through speeches and more, family members congratulating the happy couple and themselves for paying the way...
- > What window had been available for you to close in on your mare seemed to be non existent...
- > Until you had been asked to lend a hand with something...
- > The booze had started to run dry, family and friends, previously catching up and getting on, had started to turn on one another.
- > One of the fitter bridal party members had been asked to go find another crate but not returned...
- > So you headed to the basement to find them...
- > Down below you found a fine sight.
- > A certain someone had tried to pull a crate of wine from a stack and gotten trapped, an overhanging shelf having fallen and trapping her in place.
- > It was the mare bridesmaid, her front trapped with the crate, while her rear sat sticking into the dank air of the basement.
- > It only took a moment for you to make yourself known.
- > "My, my, what a predicament you seem to be in my dear... Is there something I can do to help?"
- > She recognized your voice immediately.
- > "W-well... could you try pushing and pulling a bit? Just until I can pry myself loose?"
- > With a smile, you set about following her request.
- > Her wide flank shuddered under your grasp, your hands sinking slightly into the toned muscle displayed before you.
- > It wouldn't be possible to help her properly without a proper anchor point, but thankfully she had already provided.
- > You hitch up her pretty dress and expose your prize.
- > Under her twitching tail, you found her uncovered pussy, dripping wet and waiting for you.
- > You consider taking things slowly, of having a bit of fun teasing her now that she was truly at your mercy.
- > But you could hear the hubbub upstairs from here, and you knew it wouldn't be long until another search party was sent in search of the booze...
- > So you free your rock hard erection from your pants and place the tip firmly up against her waiting slit, giving her fair warning of your intent.
- > She shudders once more, and you hear her voice drift up from among the boxes shakily.
- > "B-be gentle... I-it's my first time..."
- > This is something of a surprise considering how forward she's been with you, but...
- > You lean forward and whisper your response, just loud enough for her to hear.
- > "No, sorry."
- > Then without waiting for a response, you slap her quivering rump solidly and plunge yourself deep inside of her.
- > She let out a surprised whinny as you hilted yourself, your hips slapping against her moistened flank wetly.
- > You stood there for a moment, enjoying the strange sensation of your first mare pussy.
- > It was hotter than you expected, and her quivering folds seemed to grip at your length, hungrily trying to pull as much of you in as they could.
- > Your helpless bridesmaid was struggling to keep her footing, her hooved feet clattering against the stone floor as she adjusted to you.
- > This wasn't a time for peaceful contemplation though.
- > You slowly pull back, savoring how her snatch seemed to only reluctantly release your length inch by suckling inch.
- > You feel her hold her breath as you pause with only your tip inside... and then hear her moan heartily as you thrust back home.
- > The urge to just start pumping was hard to resist, but this whole situation was something you had dreamed about, and something you didn't want to waste.
- > You work into a rhythm, testing which parts of her reacted more notably to your probing.
- > You had almost built a suitable mental map of her peaks and valleys when she called out.
- > "A-are you d-done yet?"
- > It takes a moment for you to work out why she would ask such a question so soon.
- > The average stallion had a member large enough to put most other races to shame, but they were notoriously lacking in the endurance category.
- > A popular nickname online for them was 'two pump chump'.
- > If her only experience was anthro horse sex-ed, then she would've only been taught to expect as such.
- > While she was unaware of your capabilities however, you had been reading up on that of a mare...
- > "Done?" you respond silkily.
- > "I'm only just getting started my dear..."
- > You give her rump a rough squeeze and resume your movements, making sure to hit her soft spots with more force than before.
- > As you start moving against a more deliberate set of targets, you try remember what you had read about mares...
- > Despite the length of the average horse dick, a typical mare was more sensitive at the shallower parts of her anatomy.
- > Your manhood wasn't a match in size to a horse, but it was certainly more than enough to send this girl over the edge, and that was exactly what you planned to do.
- > As she bucked and moaned under your escalating assault however, you hit an unexpected snag.
- > Her tail kept flipping about and slapping into your face.
- > It wasn't something you could ignore for long, so you grabbed it and pulled it to the side, admittedly a bit rougher than intended.
- > It had a surprising effect on her.
- > As you pulled, her walls clamped down tighter on you, and she let out a yelp of shocked arousal.
- > You slow your pace, and give her another squeeze to get her attention.
- > "Did you like that?"
- > "Yeah... I d-did..."
- > You smile.
- > "Do you want me to do it again?"
- > She twitches, her tail attempting to flick within your grasp.
- > "Y-yes..."
- > "Then ask me."
- > She doesn't take long to get your meaning.
- > "Please... p-pull my... tail..."
- > You happily oblige, giving the braided plume of horsehair an experimental tug.
- > She once more clenched almost painfully around you and moaned.
- > You pick up the pace again, hitting the spots inside you knew got the biggest reaction, and held her tail tight.
- > But you didn't pull.
- > As she gasped and groaned, she struggled to form the words.
- > But they managed to slip from her lips.
- > "Again... please..."
- > You time your next tug with your next thrust, causing her to lose her footing completely and fall to her knees.
- > You didn't stop though.
- > She spoke again.
- > "Harder... pull harder...
- > You comply, eliciting a full throated moan this time.
- > You keep at it, thrusting and pulling, the only legible words escaping her now being "Harder!".
- > When she finally reached her limit you weren't quite as prepared for the results as you thought.
- > Her cries reached a crescendo as her slit caught you in a death grip...
- > And she squirted a veritable torrent of juices from her orgasming snatch, soaking your crotch thoroughly.
- > You felt her relax as she slowly succumbed to the awaiting afterglow.
- > A sharp slap to her flank brought her attention back though.
- > "Ow! Why did you-"
- > You lean as far forward as you can, and whisper something she hadn't been expecting.
- > "I'm still not done yet, almost..."
- > You felt her tense up again.
- > "You're still not done!?!" she whimpered.
- > It was time to let loose, with your personal goal achieved there was only the last part now...
- > To fill her up with your seed and claim her as yours.
- > Another slap to the flank elicits a yelp, as you then start going at her properly, and without restraint.
- > She started to moan again as you pounded her still sensitive pussy with the power and intent of a man possessed.
- > You deliberately position yourself to get as much of your length inside with each thrust, hitting as many of her weak points as possible as you plunge in and out.
- > You can hear her gibber something but there's no stopping now.
- > You feel it coming, bubbling up in expectation as you get closer and closer...
- > Then, with a final pull of her tail as you thrust, you reach the end of the line.
- > You feel her shudder and buck as your thick cum paints her inner sanctum white, the sensation of you gushing against her sensitive folds dragging another orgasm from her.
- > Even as you are finally spent, you feel her snatch still rippling and sucking on your drained member hungrily, eagerly milking every last drop.
- > With your work done, you pull out, and place a gentle kiss on her shaking flank.
- > It doesn't take you long to extract her from the collapsed boxes and shelves.
- > She's a mess, but her long face is flushed and content.
- > As she tries to straighten out her dress, you hand her a slip of paper.
- > "My number." you explain.
- > "I like you, so if you want to spend more time together then give me a ring."
- > You then pick up one of the boxes of booze not soiled by her juices and head back up to the party.
- > You don't need to look back or take her number, you saw it in her eyes already.
- > She was yours, she would call, and you'd be riding her again before the week was out.
- > Once you had left, she took a few minutes to compose herself.
- > She tidied her hair, adjusted her dress and carefully bagged your number.
- > As she strode up the stairs and back out into the crowd, it was impossible to tell what had just happened.
- > Apart from the thin line of human seed slowly running down her inner thigh and towards her ankle...
- Fin
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