Born Wild all ways wild *Spritz* 'Mature'

At the intruction, Black snorted in laughter, shaking his head. "Really?" He chuckled, laughing at the mare and her stupidity. "You wouldn't be very happy if you knew why you're here!" He laughed again, then suddenly, Black snorted roughly,his ears pricking upwards, head swinging to look where Sundrop was sleeping. A sly smile formed across his face, and Barron imedietly glared at him. "No, Black." He said with a firm voice. "You know she is mine!" At the harsh words, sundrop started awake, her eyes widening as she could smell her own scent tinted on the breeze. The sun had began to set, and she quickly leaped to her feet, pinning her tail and backing so her rump was against the trunk of the oak tree.

At that, Black gave a long chuckle. "Sure, whatever." He commented dryly, looking humorously at the three mares with thier rumps agaist the trees. With her head bowed, sundrop stepped forward, swishing her tail and letting her scent flow freely. Limping up to her father, she looked into his mercyless eyes. "Let them go. You can have me." Giving a look at black, she continued. "You can both, have me." She finished. At that, Black's eyes filled with wild passion, and Barron had to step harshly in front of him to keep his brother away. The sun had already sunk below the horizon, casting dark shadow's over the clearing and the horses assembled there. With a snort, Barron stepped back, letting Black look over the choice of mares. His eyes landed on the older one, seemingly able to handle his huge size with ease.

Blossom sighed, giving in but whispered to her daughter, "Try to not get bred." She stepped forward and raised her head a bit, looking up at the black stallion. "Get it over with bastard." She then tuned, her rump facing him and spread her legs, her tail moving to the side.

Abbey looked to her mom giving in and shivered in fear. She finally spoke with words, "No mother! Don't!" She looked to Barron, "P-please no." Her shy voice trembled as so did her beautiful body. She had the look of fear on her face as she kept her rumb firmly agents the oak tree.


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Colour code

Yellow: Fear\worried
Dark Red: Anger
Light Blue: Abbey
Blue: Blossom
White:Me

Barron allowed Black to step around him, his brother's eyes on the mare. As he walked, his huge tool slid out, swinging. Did he have a surprise for her. He pressed his muzzle up against her pussy, inhaling her sweet heat scent with a shiver of pleasure. She obviously thought that he would let her go after he was finished. His tounge slid out of his mouth, pushing into her hole, tasting her from the inside. His tool started to harden, and he shivered at the thought of being inside her. Seeing that the night had obviously started already, Barron gave a hard look at the young mare, saving Sundrop for later once black was gone. Barron pushed her harshly away from the trunk of the tree, circling her, but still looking at the older mare. "Me, or him." He asked her simply, not wanting Black to get to do anything with her. Why had he come in the first place? Barron was starting to regret that Black had come, and without warning, bolted forward, taking Black by the neck and shoving him harshly into the river. The current soon swept the stallion away, down the river. He would be fine, but not Barron had them all to himself.

(Sorry, quick question. Do you want him to breed her?)

(It's ok if he does Abbey is just afraid, if he does she won't grow very much taller...I dc if he does or does not. )

(Do you mind starting a topic with me about a nice stallion also?)

Barron turned back to the female, his face a smug grin, filled with purpose. "Now my dear." He said softly, circling her, his took swinging long and low as he walked. He walked up to her, closer, his side brushing hers, eyes staring into her eyes, filled with purpose, seduction, and harshness. Taking her mane in his teeth, he walked forward, pulling him behind her.
*SSS*

(He went by blossom, sorry and I will make the topic. Do you want to modify you're post, or should I just have him go by her daughter...)

Yea please...Oh he went to blossom? Ok um then I guess I'll modify it. ))

(im sorry its my bad)

(It's ok, )

Barron was actually a bit surprised. Of course, he wasn't disheartened, he could get used to this. It was rare to find a mare that actually subsided and wanted to be bred by a forcer. That willingness, just made him horny. After taking her into the forest a bit, he nibbled her tail dock, licking her hole with his wet tounge, his own legs spreading a bit as his tool grew hard, his eyes rolling back as her heat scent filled his nostrills.

(Here is the other topic, go ahead and post while I post on this one https://horseisland.rpg-board.net/t9094-burned-to-ashes-wild-one#240576)

(K)

Barron gave a scoff of humor, seeing as she was seemingly willing for him to breed her. In answer to her questions, he shook his head, mane settling over his thick muscled neck. "My name is only for ones who need to know." He said, his voice low and seductive. "To answer you're other question, I dont know." He anwered truthfully, seemingly the only truth he had said in a while. Snorting in delight, her heat scent tingled up his nose, and he moved to her head. "You want me to do this to you?" He asked, more for his own information.

Barron had made up his mind, and moved to her rump, mounting her with practiced ease, his front legs gripping her barrel tightly, his tool hardening and pressing against her hole, slipping inside of her with a slight moan of pleasure.

(Omg sooo short!)

Barron streched out his neck, pushing forward with his hind legs to get onto her back better, teeth grabbing her mane in his mouth, but not harshly as he would do with a fighting mare. His large tool pushed into her body, but her size was perfect for him, his tool fitting like a glove inside her. A smirk played across his face as she moaned, and he whispered in her ear. "You liking this?"

(Its fine)
Barron thrust one last time, breaking past her cervex, his tool pushing into her womb. With a moan, he let his seed flow out of his cock, his tense muscles relaxing as he did. Soon, his tool slid out of her, and he dismounted, shaking himself off, tool swinging. He lowered his head to her pussy, licking it, his tounge venturing inside, tasting her wetness and shivering in delight.