Inflated With A Mares Lust

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Unff... God, it's been too long..."

The bay mare snorted heavily, nostrils fluttering, a little moist with breath, but there was no moment for her to be ladylike, not right then. Sara stripped herself of her clothes in the apartment's hallway, breath caught in her chest, breasts rolling with every lunging snatch at it she took for her own, her brown coat darkening under her arms with a hint of perspiration.

Still, her stripping down of her smart business skirt and blouse revealed her as she was, proud in herself, her muscles strong and firm, her breasts commanding attention. The scars were not even that noticeable anymore, her body as she'd wanted it, though the transgender mare had not yet opted for surgery on her bottom half. Her sheath and balls still showed clearly through her silk undergarments, though she did opt for lingerie that showed her body off more, especially when she was coming back from a business trip. It reminded Sara just a little more of those different facets of herself, not just who she was for work.

She sighed, leaving her bra on, if only for the moment, her sheath plumping out a little with the firm swell of her equine shaft. It would soon be satisfied, but Sara doubted how much longer she could hold back for. There was someone at the apartment, however, that wanted her more than even she wanted him...

David started as Sara clip-clopped noisily into the bedroom, ripping out his headphones, a smile spreading across his face even as he tried to jump to his feet, mistiming just how the mattress would bounce. His brown hair was cropped shorter and neater than usual, though the late afternoon stubble on his chin could not be helped, even as he greeted his, his...girlfriend? Could he call her that yet?

"Hey!" He grinned widely, as if he couldn't possibly keep his pleasure at her presence hidden in the slightest. "I didn't think you'd be back so quickly!"

The only answer Sara had for him there, however, was a deep kiss, drawing the shorter man into her arms, though she was more suitably clad for what she had in mind than David was. He folded in against her strongly muscled body, moaning weakly against her lips, though he was exactly where he wanted to be, heart pounding and lust rising, a deep ache running through him.

"God..." He moaned, the kiss breaking for only a moment as she caught her breath, dark eyes fixed intensely on him. "I've missed you..."

Sara grinned -- a flash only overruled by her lust for her partner.

"Not as much as I've missed you... Down on your knees, honey."

The word could have been nothing more than a term of endearment and affection, but the meaning behind it was clear. She rose tall and powerful over him as he dropped instantly, only knowing obedience, his shaft rising to attention within his loose jogging bottoms, an obvious yet moderate bulge pushing out the front. He groaned, chin tipping submissively down, though David only wanted to keep his eyes on her, to see and to worship Sara exactly as she was, for there was no one better in his life than the mare who had changed everything for him.

"I should take you with me on these trips," she teased him, grunting as she reached behind to unclasp her bra, abs contracting with the motion. "Mmm... A nice little slut waiting for me in my hotel room when I come back... That's all I need after a long, hard day of work."

Her words more than did it for him, David pulling off his shirt before she tipped his chin back up to show him that she was completely naked, red silk underwear slid down her thighs, kicking them off a hoof at that very moment. Her shaft hung hard and proud before him, firming up with blood, his lips parted in the best offering he had for the dominant mare at that time.

It did not matter that they had said so few words to one another since Sara's return. It only mattered that they both had one another exactly as they wanted, as they craved, hearts pounding as her ears flicked back. David's lips brushed her cock, though she was rougher with him, needing it more, gripping the back of his head and lamenting inwardly, only briefly, that it had not yet grown out enough for her to wind her fingers through it again.

"Mmmm..."

He moaned around her shaft as he parted his lips more easily for her that time, the head slipping over his tongue. It was already deliciously slick and glistening with pre-cum, though he longed to linger on it, to savour it, even as Sara shoved her dick deeper. Yet he would do anything and everything that his dominant mare wanted of him, all to please her, his trembling hands lifting to her thighs, squeezing lightly, enjoying the firm muscle there. She was a goddess, much stronger than he was despite him joining her for a lesser version of her gym workouts, and he was solely there to show her how much she meant to him.

At least in the bedroom, that was, for there was so much more to their relationship than that as he slurped on her cock, eyes wide, her shaft pushing deeper and deeper. Sara ground in much quicker than she usually would and David's eyes grew wide, straining, though he didn't want to pull back, not even as her dick teased into the back of his throat and deeper still. He fought down the urge to hack and gag one her length, holding his breath and allowing it in, though it took a lot more relaxation to allow her to bulge into his throat.

"Mmm... Fuck yeah..." Sara groaned, though it was not as frequent as it used to be for her to swear. "That feels... Ohhh..."

She snorted, a nicker rising up from the back of her throat, thrusting and grinding, driving her fat length into his throat. He took it all like the cock sucking pro he was, yet her heart brimmed over with far more than simple lust for David. That was something, however, that the two of them would have to talk about at another time.

Nothing else mattered other than coming together, how good his lips felt around her cock, her flesh aching for more, always more. Her balls swung, tickling his chin, the depth of her huge length shown too clearly as David groaned around her.

Yet, even then, Sara needed more, desperate for it, ears twitching, her hide darkening with patches of sweat, heat warming between them as sparks flew.

But her seed was not destined, that night, to slip down his throat and bloat out his stomach, not as her aching balls swung back and forth, bouncing off his chin. Sara grunted deeply, nostrils flaring, drawing back inch by inch, pulling her dick from his throat and his mouth, glistening with saliva. Like the submissive worshipper that he was, David tried to follow her cock even as it left his lips, helpless, a wet patch spreading obviously through the front of his jogging bottoms.

Showing her strength, she lifted him easily, by a leg and an arm, even if the position would have been terribly uncomfortable for David if she had held him like that for more than a moment. The mare pursued him as he bounced on the bed, looming over him, ripping his trousers from his body, splitting the fabric down the line of the seams. He gasped, yet she was over him in an instant, forcing him pleasurably onto all fours, the mattress bowing as it always did under their combined weight, making David feel as if he was going to slip back off it entirely, though it was not something, truly, that he should have ever had any worry about.

Sara would have been there to catch him.

Only, her cock driving deep into his arse, spreading his ring open, was not as tender as it could have been, a savage need and urgency behind it. His cock hung out, balls tense as if there was something held back there too, yet his orgasm, whenever it was due to come, would not match up to what her monster nuts had in store. They swung and bounced off his arse as she let out a whinny, not caring whether the neighbours could hear them, so much cum churning and rumbling around in those orbs of hers that it was a wonder indeed that Sara had held back as long as she had.

"Ah... Oh, please..." He moaned, begging with the last scraps of breath he had left in him. "Please... Fill me... Use me..."

Worse and dirtier words still could be used between them, but her shaft pounding his arse drove them from him, Sara grunting and puffing, muscles bulging with fervour and contractions as she used him. His body was hers and he sacrificed himself willingly to her passion, his arse aching faintly, though any soreness that lingered the next day, for him and her, would be more than worth it. Sometimes that aching, deep pain would be needed, just to remember and to feel a little more alive, that love and lust did not always have to be sweet and gentle.

David, however, would remember far more than that as she slammed into him, grunting, heaving, her tail lashing the air as tension strained to free itself. It stung his thigh, a cry breaking his lips -- then all else was lost as the mare erupted within his backside.

Her proud neigh of conquest, of final relief after being pent-up for too long, echoed around the moderately furnished bedroom, little softness to dull her pleasure there. Yet ropes after ropes of thick cum flooded his backside, David clenching down so hard in the grasp of his own, admittedly weaker orgasm, that he could not let a single drop escape. Thus, it was all forced up deep inside him, inflation his lower abdomen, his guts forced to take it all, every last drop.

And it was all as David wanted it to be, the sweaty mare's body pressed flush to his, her sheath crinkling back a touch where she was so close that she used every inch of her dick that she could. But all he could think about was how his stomach bloated down and down and down, more quickly than he could have expected, panting heavily, heaving, trying to drag in what breath he could. She'd never filled him with so much cum before and, truly, it was a marvel that she had had that much in her nuts to begin with, his head spinning, aching pride and pleasure mixing.

He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, not even as he submissively bowed his head to the bed, giving in to her, though he would have done that anyway. Even though it was lower in his guts, his stomach felt so full, so very full, as if he was about to burst, quivering in place, the strain unreal. His anal ring weakly tried to squeeze around her, but there was hardly any strength left in David to hold himself in place, let alone to do that too.

She rested over him, unloaded inside him, hands moving around, rubbing his lower stomach, chuckling throatily through the delirium of her climax.

"Mmm... There'll be more where that came from, boi, don't...unff...worry..."

But that was perhaps better saved for when she'd caught her breath again, spurt after viscous spurt leaving her. Yet Sara would not withdraw until every drop of pearly cum had been plunged right where it belonged, his stomach over-filled and sloshing with a hefty dose of her seed, inflated with her lust. It was the way that it had always been between them, after all, their relationship strengthened with how they expressed themselves.

Seed filled his abdomen as he laid his forehead down, exhaling softly, enjoying the stretch, the feeling of being so close to her. Maybe Sarah would stay buried in his backside or maybe she would let him finish her with a blowjob next: who was to say? Either way, it was certain that David would be filled over and over again that night until he was bloated and inflated, the weight of her cum sloshing about inside him obviously, regardless of if he was settled on the bed or trying to walk to get her a glass of wine.

And, for him, there was no better way to be.