Celeste, however, had chosen a simply jaw-dropping ensemble for the event and was clad in an intricate net of diamonds that ran the full length of her body. No expense had been spared for the occasion and, after learning a woman's love of diamonds from Christian's stories of the human world, Celeste had demanded that they be imported. Their goods to trade must have served them well as the ensemble had thusly appeared, exactly as she had envisioned it, if her prancing squeals were anything to go by.
The mares nickered and pivoted, showing off for him and prancing on the spot as his sheath swelled in response. He ducked his head shyly and felt his upper lip curl back from his blunt teeth as he sifted through their scents. Aroused mare overpowered them all, as intoxicating as the darkest of liquor. Nickering, he stretched out his head, bobbing it anxiously, as Celeste nudged his shoulder, sides trembling with suppressed laughter.
"Do not worry yourself, Christian," she said warmly, supporting him as he needed to be in the moment. "They all desire you. You should enjoy yourself as you will with the mares. No bad will come of this, I promise you."
As if in agreement, one of the mares spun on the spot and backed up towards him, tail flagged and marehood clenching, pulling up in that telltale wink that he had come to know oh so well. He groaned and leaned forward, watching as moisture pulsed at the entrance to her passage, only contained by her playful winking that gave him a glimpse into her pink and grey marehood but no more. Tossing his head, Christian stamped, sheath growing tight around a swelling shaft.
"Shall we begin, Christian?" The palomino, Nandag, raised her tail and presented him with her hindquarters, marehood winking flirtatiously. "We have been waiting for you for so long. You would not keep a lady waiting, would you?"
Christian jumped, skin shivering.
"What, just like that?" He looked from left to right but no exit route was forthcoming. "Shouldn't I, well...um..."
Nandag tilted her head and set her horn aglow. Christian felt rather than saw her magic wrap around him from head to hoof and drag him insistently forward, hooves scraping through the grass as he struggled. Kicking out, the stallion neighed for help but Celeste was too busy laughing, legs shaking so hard that she could barely keep her balance.
The palomino mare forced his muzzle up to her winking pussy where he was helpless to watch her cunny pull up and release a stream of juices. Her arousal drooled to the grass, extending in a long string until the point it broke and dropped gelatinously, tossing more of her hormones into the air. Christian's nostrils flared and he thrust his nose up under her tail, tongue swiping the length of her teardrop shaped sex. It was the first he had tasted besides Celeste and the mixture of honey and tangy arousal -- could mares alter their 'taste'? -- made him moan. Plumper than Celeste's it pushed up to his tongue and lips, enticing him in, and the stallion huffed warm around over her slit as Nandag flipped her tail up over his head. He lapped eagerly, ears relaxing, and grunted as he tongued the mare's clit, lavishing attention on the swelling nub until she snorted and stamped.
"It is no task for a colt to breed a mare," she whispered, breath coming more raggedly as her sides heaved. "What are you, Christian? Are you a colt or are you a stallion?"
He snorted and shook himself.
"I am a gentleman. And a stallion," he added as an afterthought, her humour bringing a smile back to his lips. "And I plan to show you exactly how I bring the two together."
His horn glowed. Although he did not quite trust his magic yet -- let alone claim to control it -- he had to try. Celeste would surely assist if it went wrong, after all. He closed his eyes, concentrating. Something slipped into place within him and he focused harder than he ever had managed to during his magic lessons, focusing on Nandag's gently swaying udders. He wrapped his magic around the gorgeous, mottled grey and pink teats and tugged them down, bidding them to change as a blue glow encased them. He massaged them through his magic, teasing them gently as if he was cupping them between his hands, squeezing the teats between his fingers and rolling them softly. Snorting, Nandag shifted and he flicked his tongue over her clit to calm her as he worked.
Slowly, Nandag's udders separated, a second pair forming with perfect, dark teats beside the first. She huffed as they grew, tingling with sensation as Christian's sides darkened with sweat, pouring every ounce of energy into the transformation. He moulded them with what little skill he had and filled them out, making them grow larger and fuller than they would be naturally -- if four udders could ever be considered natural. They swelled under his influence until Christian gasped and broke, releasing them from his magical hold and letting them drop gracefully beneath Nandag's barrel, which shivered wonderfully. He ducked his head to observe his work and nickered in delight at the four glorious udders beneath the mare's belly, the softest of greys with the teats pointing down, near enough begging for attention.
How peculiar... Christian grinned. Maybe transformation magic would, after all, end up being his forte. He rolled his head, pleased with the result, and thrust his nose beneath Nandag's belly to lip her teats and suck one into his mouth. He played it across his tongue, admiring the smooth, hairless texture and pressed his tongue into the tiny indent at the tip where milk would be released for a hungry foal. He noticed there that the front two udders had become mottled pink and grey instead of the pure grey he had originally observed, suiting her perfectly. The stallion's chest pushed out cockily. He'd done magic! And it hadn't gone terribly wrong!
The mare snorted and groaned as his lips and tongue worked over her udders, pulling at them until she could bear no more, tongue wickedly dipping to the base of each teat. Watching, Celeste nickered her encouragement with her tail hiked.
"Quell your games and breed me!" Nandag grunted, tail pushed off to the side. "You are not holding up your side of the 'deal', stallion."
Grinning, Christian withdrew his head from beneath her stomach, sparing one last lick for her aching teats. She almost regretted the loss of sensation but it was quickly replaced by the weight of the stallion upon her back. Christian grunted and thrust wildly, cock bobbing and slapping his belly. He hadn't even realised that he was hard, so intently had he focused on transforming her body. Nevertheless, Christian persevered and groaned as the tip of his cock caught in her winking pussy.
It dragged him in, muscles clenching to claim her hot length of stallion meat. Christian groaned and obliged her -- oh, it was so easy to oblige her. Gripping her with his forelegs, he nipped at the base of her mane where it broke over her withers and thrust with the full strength of his body, pushing in past the medial ring. The fat length forced its way in slickly, the mare's arousal making it a simple task to spread her wide. She sucked him in, squeezing and rippling her sex around his length until the stallion drove in to the hilt. Nickering, Nandag braced herself and rocked back, grinding her rump into his thrusts as he panted and tried to keep up.
There was no escape from a mare in need. And they could be exceptionally demanding too.
Udders swinging, Nandag threw her head back and cried out. Celeste watched him intently and he held her gaze, lips parted as he thrust and thrust and thrust, each one pushing him closer to climax. There was little need to hold back when he had a whole stud of mares waiting for him -- waiting for him to breed them. It seemed silly now that he had been so cautious of offending Celeste as the unicorn mare turned and showed off her drooling marehood. She lifted her tail and released a stream of urine, which splashed on to the grass, signalling her open readiness to mate. Her marehood winked, a near constant pulse that made him thrust harder, nostrils flared as raw sensation crashed upon him from all sides.
She kept her tail high as he grunted, top lip lifting to take in her scent, potent in the air between them. Celeste smirked, horn glowing as she teased and fondled her own multiple udders with magic, driving him to greater heights of visual pleasure. She pulled her teats as far down as possible with her magic, plumping them out and massaging them with a gentle force that drew a moan from her lips.
I'm next, she seemed to silently say. And he would oblige her in a heartbeat, anything for his mare, his one and only.
