Mare on Mare

Mare on Mare.

The one thing that humans seem fascinated by in our dimension is not the fact that we are a race of anthropomorphic equines, but the fact that behind the prim and proper Herd Registration, is an undercurrent of scandalous mare fulfillment.

Good fillies, wait to be chosen by a Herd Registered mare. Hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Rose, I hope you are paying attention?"

To be honest Citizenship, and Good Relationship classes are so boring. Yet being a good little filly I answer.

"Yes, Miss Zara."

The mare in question, stands behind her desk. Smart blouse, knee length blue dress, hooves polished to a shine. She holds a thin crop, and looks down her long equine nose at me.

"Well, you can relate the duties of a Herd Registered mare to the class then."

I toss my head, causing my raven black locks to bounce and tickle my neck. This is a litany every filly knows by heart. I stand up from my chair behind my desk, speak.

"An unregistered stallion..."

"No! I did not ask about the stallion. Sit down, and see me after class.

My golden-brown cheeks flush red with embarrassment, I knew the answer. That bloody mare knew the declaration states that. "An unregistered stallion courts an unregistered mare and proposes they start a Herd."

My partner in crime, Sable, grins at my misfortune. Her white blaze, catches the light through the window, pink nose to my black. She Torments me by sitting on her chair, back straight causing her breasts to strain against her white school blouse. Blue blazer with the buttons undone, mane tumbles down past her shoulders.

The lesson drags on...

"Once registered the pair will get a gold band around their hoof, the alpha mares' duties are..."

I grin at Sable.

"Rose!"

"To submit to her stallion, and organize the Rota of duties for any other subservient mares in the Herd."

"Correct. Do you know what subservient means?"

I trot out the stock answer. "To submit to his wishes, and satisfy his desires."

"And? Come on, or were you asleep in your, Sexual Services class?"

Yes, this was our last year. We were all of legal age being three-year-old equines, most were Registered and in foal by four. (Twenty plus in human years.)

Why is she picking on me? I automatically stomp a hoof, and my tail swishes up a storm. "No Miss. To allow him to mount, and service me, as is my duty as a good mare, and the good of the Herd."

Goddesses help me, I added in a low voice. "Evidently you never have been, which is why you're so frustrated."

Equines, have excellent hearing. The whole class, was silent. Even Sable's face, her mouth wide, I had overstepped the line.

Miss Zara broke the spell. "Rose, of the Green Hills Herd. Stay seated. The rest of you get out, class dismissed!"

They all filed out, Sable would not meet my gaze. The classroom door closed, Miss Zara, walked over to it and to my surprise locked it. Pulling down the blind on it, then the ones on the windows. Ours was the last class of the day, the younger fillies finished earlier, so the school was empty, just her and me.

The silence became a heavy weight, until from the front of the room behind her desk she spoke.

"Miss Rose, take your blazer off."

I complied, folding it and placing it on my desk.

"Come here."

I rose from my seat, head down walked to my fate.

"Stand behind my desk, lean over it and stretch your hands out grasping the edge of the desk."

My breasts pressed against the cool wood, waist pinched by the edge.

Silence.

"I believe we were discussing subservience?"

"Yes, Miss."

"While you are on a school grounds, you are subject to the instructions of a member of staff are you not?"

"Ye..." I froze. Her hands had gripped the back of my skirt, lifting it up over my back.

"Please, I'm sorry."

She laughed. "Oh, my dear filly you will be."

"I won't do I..."

"No you won't, because you see I have the same rights as a Herd stallion while you are here."

I heard the swish a split second before the crop hit my bottom, I muffled the, "yelp!"

"Oh that will never do, I believe if you were so insolent to your stallion, he would do this."

Firm fingers pulled my white panties down, the cold air a shock.

"Step out of them."

I obeyed. Not ready for her hoof to kick mine wide, my jaw hit the tables surface.

"Now, what do you say to your stallion?"

This line was drilled into us, the response automatic. "I submit to your will, my body is yours."

She laughed. "Good filly."

The crop came down again, and again. I could feel the heat flooding the cheeks of my bottom, the sweet sting. Blood pounding in my ears, along with another feeling I knew well. Accompanied by the scent of my Dam's bedroom after her duty to my Sire. The scent of arousal, shockingly my own.

"Oh you naughty filly, you must be so frustrated. I can smell it, you cannot hide it."

Cold fingers made me jump, as they probed my most intimate part.

"I believe you stated that I had never been mounted? Well little one, tell me you want it."

"Oh!" I was not ready for the hot tongue there, by the Goddess. A laugh, as the fingers replaced the tongue.

"You, little minx. Not the innocent you portray, do you do this in your bed at night? I think you do, because you are getting very wet."

I could feel the warm wetness trickling down the inside of my thighs, fingers thrusting. The wave building, then stopping as the fingers were withdrawn.

"Now Miss Rose. What does a Herd mare do?"

I was panting. "Satisfy her Herd stallion."

"Correct. But sadly as you pointed out I have never been with one, what to do?"

Oh Goddess, the words flooded back. "I have the same rights as a Herd stallion while you are here."

I heard the sound of clothing being removed, she cannot b...

"Stand up, and turn around."

Miss Zara, was nude. She was a bay, although the thoroughbred breeding showed. Black mane, and tail. Her areolae dark rings, nipples large. She knew I was taking it all in, as my gaze dropped to her flat stomach down to her large wet black rimmed vulva. Pink flashing as it, "winked," in arousal.

"Yes, my stomach is flat. Never been mounted, nor carried a foal. Now kneel, like a good filly. No sooner was I on my knees, she approached me. Hands on each side of my head, nose...

"Take a deep breath, savor it, now lick."

A gasp from her as my hot wet tongue ran over her wetness, she tasted different from my own slickness. Sweet, warm, the aroma was getting me worked up. My own lubrication flooded out of me, as her hands pressed me close. I looked up to see her nipples were now fully erect, my own pressed painfully against my blouse.

"Push your tongue in deep."

Her hips thrust forward, riding my lips, tombstone teeth brushing against that enlarged nub of flesh. I so wanting to rub my own, to release that wave of sweet emotion. I swirled my tongue around, a moan low in her throat. Beads of sweat ran down between the V of her breasts, her breath hitched.

"Don't stop!"

My hand was down between my thighs, fingers thrusting. The wet slap, and sucking sound. I needed release, as did she.

With that very thought, she shouted, roared as the orgasm hit her. The legs trembling, as wave after wave hit. Tongue lolling from her mouth, the flood of warmth across my muzzle. I whimpered being denied my own release, she quick to recover. Surprising me as she scooped me up, laid me on the desk. Pushed my legs wide, and her tongue went to work. By the Goddess it did not take much, my moan long and loud. Shudder under the craziest orgasm I never had before, wave after wave.

The sound of harsh breathing, then of her getting dressed. Leaving me prone, basking in the afterglow. I heard the noise of a cupboard door opening, then closing.

"Get dressed, I need to clean up. Can't having it smell like a red painted hooves establishment."

My hands shaking as I recovered my panties, and struggled to pull them on. She began spraying the floor, and table, the solution neutralizing the powerful scent of sex. She lightly sprayed me, I jumped back.

"What's that?"

She smiled. "Mare fresh," intimate body spray. Can't have your Dam or Sire knowing what you've been up too."

I laughed, the very idea.

"Before you go, Miss Rose. Now you know you don't need a stallion to be happily satisfied, as you can see, I am far from the frustrated frump you accused me of. A word from the wise what happened here is between us, it won't happen again. If you know what's good for you, mare on mare is, while not illegal between consenting mares, is a scandal to the Herd Registered Establishment. You performed well, thank you. That's more thanks than you would get from any stallion now get your blazer and bag and I'll let you out.

That evening, many thoughts ran through my head while I lay in bed. What would I tell Sable, did I look at her in a different light. So confusing, word would have got around about class being dismissed early and me being in trouble. Sable wandered through my dreams, her and I naked in the old barn. She holding her large breasts in her hands, my tongue lapping her nipples, her muzzle goes low between my legs. My fingers slipping inside.

"Oh, GODDESS!"