Author's Notes:

This bonus chapter was inspired by a fan-written omake from the user Firefox Lantern. While it is canon in the sense that this did happen, it is not part of Rose's story. Be forewarned, this is a clop-centric chapter. Regardless, we hope you enjoy a closer look at Aberash's first romp with the herd.

(In case it was not clear, this takes place immediately after Rose passes out at the end of Ch XIII.)

The tribe was still abuzz in the aftermath of the party, but it was a lot quieter than it had been just an hour prior. The whinnies and cries of mares still sounded occasionally as the party continued, unofficially back in the yurts of their stallions’, but it was no longer in her ear. Now that the quiet had returned, it was an unwelcome friend. For with it, came the ability to think and that was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Aberash sighed, emotionally exhausted from the evening. Even with Abeni’s help, tending to the pony mare had been nerve wracking. Some part of her, deep down knew what was happening to her was wrong - hence why she was helping the poor dear...but at the same time, all she could do was rationalize away what was going on. That because it was her husband, the Chieftain, who had seen to her punishment, that it was all just somehow. She hoped that if she just repeated that enough, her conscience would quiet itself.

However, her alone time was interrupted by a familiar voice only a few yards from her yurt, “Aberash, may Xolani have a moment with you?” Rose’s shaman called after her.

The mare blinked as she was brought out of her introspection, finally taking notice of the fact that her hooves had brought her back to her own yurt. Turning, she saw Rose’s stallion, Xolani calling for her and her heart beat a little harder. He was an attractive stallion, and her first impression of him made her think he was more of a gentlestallion than most of her tribe. At the same time, she knew he was dangerous... But flirting with a dangerous stallion can be fun.

“Xolani?” She called his name in surprise, offering the stallion a smile and a nod, turning to face him, “I think I can spare a moment.”

As she faced him, the stallion stopped a few paces away, the moonlight emphasizing his white stripes and wild mane, giving him a slightly more rugged look. He opened his mouth as though to speak, before stopping himself, meeting her gaze with a thoughtful expression. The way his big, blue-grey eyes caught hers, before slowly looking her over, it was as though he could read her every worry and trouble...and in that moment, Aberash feared he saw right through her.

“Xolani~?” Aberash spoke his name slowly, trying to play her unease off on the way he was acting. This time, when she spoke, his expression melted into a warm, comforting smile. He stepped forward without warning and gently, but insistently wrapped his neck around hers. Aberash started with a quiet eep, before smiling and pressed her neck against his in return. “Is that all,” She tittered playfully and pecked his cheek, “...smitten with an older mare, are we~?”

“Not that much older.” Xolani chuckled with a soothing voice and pulled back to peck her nose, “Come, join Xolani back at camp. We shall provide a night of comfort.”

“We?” Aberash enquired in mild surprise, bumping noses with him.

“Yes, we.” The shaman nickered and leaned in to offer her mane a tug, “There are three more stallions in Xolani’s herd, remember~?”

Aberash couldn’t stop the nicker from clawing its way free. It had been so long since she had known the touch of a considerate stallion, and here she was being offered the attention of four. Not trusting her own voice, she stepped into him and nuzzled the wild looking stallion’s neck without consideration for modesty, admittedly a little too eager for a married mare. Loosing a masculine snort at her display, Xolani turned to sidle up against her, once more wrapping his neck around hers in a possessive gesture, quietly urging her along. Nodding, she pecked his cheek and fell into step with him.

“Were you but a few years younger, you could be my colt.” Aberash whispered into his ear.

Xolani snorted and nipped playfully at her neck, “No ‘colts’ for you this night. Only stallions~”

“Were there not the promise of four stallions awaiting, I’d tell you not to wait.” She purred, leaning into his flirtations.

The wild stallion smirked and nibbled at her ear, “The wait makes it all the more worthwhile.”

Aberash soon bore witness to the surprisingly sensual, yet adorable tangle of limbs, that was Rose sleeping, wrapped up in the embrace of three of her loving stallions. As they entered, each stallion raised his head to offer her a welcoming smile. She could neither help the pang of envy she felt for the young pegasus, nor the flick of her tail.

“Hel-lo~” She offered, her voice breaking into a squeak as the fantasy of becoming the center of Rose’s stallions’ attention became a reality.

“Welcome, Aberash.” Zephania replied with a charming smile, rising along with Uzoma, to greet her, while Zuberi remained as Rose’s blanket for a moment.

As they rose, Xolani nipped encouragingly at her jaw, “Rose has given her permission. Xolani and his fellows are yours for the night. Take your pick.”

What had started as a modest blush, barely worth mentioning, bloomed into an intense warmth across Aberash’s cheeks. “Pick~?” She repeated, before understanding washed over her, “Ah. Which one of you gets me for the night.” She nodded, looking Zephania and Uzoma over, having already had a good look at Xolani, not to mention leaning against him the whole way back.

Xolani snickered as she took in Zephania’s athletic form and Uzoma’s more wiry frame, “Which of us gets you first.”

Aberash’s careful consideration of each of their traits was promptly thrown out the proverbial window, as she blinked in disbelief, looking between Xolani and Zephania for confirmation that it was no joke. Both stallions simply grinned and offered a slow nod.

“Do I have to~?” She asked in a quiet, yet playful tone, trying to get them to laugh, as if that might buy her a few moments more to decide.

“I doubt you want all of us at once.” Zuberi remarked from where his bulky frame covered Rose, “Not if you want to last.”

She blinked - they had taken that a little too seriously. “H-has...she?” Aberash asked a little worriedly for the young mare.

“Not yet.” Xolani hummed and nuzzled her mane, “And if she does, it shall be her choice.”

The mare took a deep breath in relief, she had entertained two stallions at once during her more adventurous youth, so she could see how a mare might handle three, but four? That seemed a little much for even the most adventurous mare.

“I...I’ve never had to pick.” She admitted meekly, unsure how to do so without hurting anyone’s feelings, and honestly, she wanted to have all four at some point before she passed out.

Xolani snorted playfully and bumped shoulders with her, “Let your imagination run free. Pick the first stallion you see atop that beautiful-”

Before he had even finished, Aberash had turned and offered Xolani a bold, flirtatious nip where his mane met neck. Whickering at the sudden gesture, Xolani hopped up to wrap his arms around her neck, gently tugging her toward one of the blankets arranged around the yurt, while Zephania and Uzoma returned to Rose’s sides with amused smirks.

“Wait, where are you going?” Aberash asked the two confusedly, hesitating for but a moment before following Xolani’s direction.

“We’re going to let you have your fun.” Zephania chuckled with a knowing grin, “From what we’ve seen, Xolani’s attention is best when savored, one on one.”

“You- You don’t-” Aberash was speechless, surprised at their patience.

Blinking away her confusion, she decided that if she was going to entertain him, she had best get his blood pumping. Twisting slightly, she nipped again at his neck, this time giving his mane a playful tug, trying to work him up.

Xolani loosed a sensual growl and gave her a gentle push down in return, “Lay down for Xolani, and let him show you bliss.”

“Only if you lay down with me~” She offered boldly in challenge, suspecting only with this herd could she get away with something so headstrong.

“As you wish.” Xolani murmured affectionately into her ear and pressed against her side, letting her feel his well kept physique once more. Nuzzling into his neck, she kissed him, before making to turn herself about alongside of him, only for him to stop her with a gentle hoof to her chest, “Ah-ah-ah~’ Xolani slowly shook his head, “On your back.”

Turning to kiss him reassuringly, she nuzzled his shoulder, “I can do both~” Aberash offered sweetly.

“This night is about you alone.” Xolani murmured just for her, “Allow Xolani to focus on you, while you simply enjoy.”

Aberash whined at the edge of hearing, shuffling on her hooves, “Please, grant me this?” She asked meekly, yet lowered herself to her belly obediently.

Xolani frowned and pressed his muzzle into her ear, “Have you never been allowed to just...enjoy yourself?” Aberash went to reply, before closing her muzzle, her ears folding guiltily. “Do not feel you need to please Xolani. This night is special. Do what you have never had the chance to.”

“Then do not think of it as pleasing you, but enjoying being beneath you.” She whispered sweetly.

At that, Xolani nodded in understanding and nuzzled her shoulder, gently pushing her to continue. Smiling hopefully, Aberash rolled herself over onto her back as desired, pulling her hooves close and Xolani quickly moved to straddle her prone form. Placing his forhooves on her thighs, he took a moment to admire her groin and teats, while she was given a perfect view of his obsidian shaft dropping from a sizable sheath. Reaching up with her own forehooves, she gently urged him down, to lay atop her; her eyes fixed on his handsome length with a hungry expression. Lowering himself obediently, she found his musky sheath and testes headed right for her snout, as he leaned forward to offer one of her teats an almost foalish suckle. Aberash moaned softly in memory, of what it had been like to have a foal of her own - it had been far too long since Abeni had needed her mother in such a way.

Remembering his words, she pressed her snout upward, nuzzling his sheath appreciatively and taking a heady sniff of his pleasurable musk, as her groin began to weep in expectation. At the feel of her nose, Xolani gently ground the perfect orbs of his scrotum against it, before switching to her other nipple and giving it the same treatment. Switching to his testes, the mare purred, nuzzling and kissing the source of his seed, as her tail gave a little flick. Her stallion’s attention was drawn to the quick motion and he leaned forward to nuzzle at her damp labia, her moan only partially muffled by his groin as she pressed her snout more firmly into him. Down at her groin, Xolani reciprocated the attention by slipping his tongue into her folds, to dance along her labia. What started as a soft, muffled moan, quickly turned into a sharper, near squeal of pleasure. Nuzzling into his sheath, she kissed him fiercely, using him to further mute her blissful noises. Xolani didn’t make her attempts at quiet easy, his expert tongue quickly seeking the older mare’s g-spot to assail it, causing her to cry into his groin as she shuddered. His attack didn’t last long, however, and he withdrew his tongue with a wet slurp, to latch onto her winking clit like a foal at the teat. Writhing beneath him at the stimulation, Aberash pawed at his rump, as if trying to get him to roll off of her. Xolani had different plans and kept her pinned, while sucking and nipping mercilessly at her pearl.

“Xo-Xolani~!” Aberash finally called his name, nuzzling, kissing and licking his groin, all trying to get his attention. It took a few moments, but the wild stallion eventually slowed down, his ears perked to listen. “M-mercy on an old mare~” She panted breathlessly.

Xolani popped off of her clit to nuzzle playfully at her breasts, “Does she truly desire mercy?”

“It’s too much.” She replied simply.

“Do you wish to try something else?” He asked warmly, before returning to his foalish suckling at one teat, causing her to gasp softly.

Aberash glanced worriedly to the other stallions in the room, “It’s not often I get so much attention.” She admitted quietly.

This brought a soft frown to each stallion’s lips, before Xolani rose and turned himself about to nuzzle affectionately at Aberash’s nose. The mare nuzzled him back, offering his lips a soft, hopeful peck, her hooves reaching down to softly caress his shaft. Xolani pressed his lips to hers in a hungry, but gentle kiss as she felt his cock throb. His tongue only lightly caressed her lips, silently asking permission to enter. Aberash nickered softly in amusement and opened her lips to him, inviting him in with her tongue dancing over his. With a quiet nicker of his own, Xolani slipped his tongue into her mouth, skillfully wrestling her own, as he shifted his hips to grind the length of his shaft up and down her labia. Though it was clear she was out of practice, Aberash did her best to turn the stallion on, as she contested his control of her tongue; while at the same time, she pumped his member, aiming him for her slick entrance. When she resisted his dominance of her mouth, Xolani growled playfully and allowed her to line his crown up with her labia, before gently pressing forward, spearing her neglected pussy with his long cock.

Pulling back with a shudder, Aberash stared drunkenly into his eyes as she panted, “So...gentle~” She murmured, not quite sure how else to express her joy at his unusual technique, other than to wrap her arms around him.

“Would you prefer otherwise?” The shaman chuckled and began to slowly rock back and forth, pulling back just enough each time to let her feel his medial ring tease her labia.

She shook her head and kissed his lips, “No, this is wonderful.”

“As you wish, my sweet, beautiful mare~” Xolani nickered, before starting to experiment with different angles as he slowly pumped her sex.

“What’re you doing down there~?” Aberash chuckled, nuzzling him suspiciously, not that she was complaining.

Xolani simply smiled and nipped her lip, before she got her answer as a jolt of pleasure tore through her with his next thrust, having found her g-spot with his flare. Aberash gasped suddenly, looking to him with surprise. The stallion grinned deviously in return and set into a smooth, steady rhythm, grinding into that same spot with every thrust. Once again she found herself at the center of mind-blowing pleasure and feeling rather overwhelmed.

Reaching back a hoof, Aberash rubbed at his belly, pressing intentionally into his erogenous zone, to try and get him deeper. Xolani whicker-snorted in surprise at her touch and started pounding into her with a masculine growl, before leaning down to nibble on her neck. Aberash gasped in surprise - that had not been the intended outcome - however, she could hardly complain as she moaned needily beneath him, her sex coating him with her excitement. The escalation of pleasure only continued when, regaining a measure of his control, Xolani resumed angling his thrusts at that little buzzer of bliss inside of her.

“What do you get out of this?” She asked breathlessly, shuddering as his flare once again rubbed her in all the right places.

“Your pleasure.” Xolani purred charmingly as she felt him throb, before his teeth tugged playfully at her mane.

Aberash whickered at the tug, her loins cumming just a little around his rampaging flare. “So pleasured~” She sighed in acknowledgement.

Feeling her lesser climax, Xolani began to grind into her hips with each thrust, “You just let Xolani know when you’re ready for his seed.”

“Xolani, dear, whenever. However.” She panted, kissing his neck repeatedly.

Her lover promptly leaned in to claim her lips once more, pressing his flare firmly against her cervix, where he burst and filled her with the natural bounty of a zebra stallion. She grunted at the sensation, before groaning as her tunnel spasmed around him, milking his member for all it was worth, as she coated his length in her own abundant fem-cum. A few moments later, Xolani offered her a loving kiss and began to pull out as his flow tapered off.

“My, Xolani...does your Rose receive this treatment often?” Aberash chuckled, pecking him affectionately.

“As often as she asks~” Xolani laughed warmly as his cock popped free, leaving her leaking his seed.

“Do you boys know how long it’s been since I was washed out by another stud?” She laughed, hoping the idea turned them on, rather than stoking their jealousy.

That got her a playful nip from Xolani, before he rolled over to lay beside her, while the others regarded her with expectant, knowing smirks. Flashes of ebony beneath their bellies told of their arousal. Rolling to her own belly, filled the yurt with the sound of expelled seed, as her marehood clamped down, trying to keep some in. While at the same time, she crawled over to lap casually at Xolani’s sticky glans, with an inviting expression to the waiting stallions, prompting the shaman to pet lovingly at her mane with one hoof.

“The choice is still yours.” Zephania reminded her gently, “Who do you desire next?”

“You know, a crazy part of me says all three of you.” She admitted, continuing to clean Xolani.

The remaining stallions shared a thoughtful look, before Zuberi suddenly rose to approach with a hungry grin, giving her a good look at his long, thick cock as it swayed beneath him. Meanwhile Zephania and Uzoma replaced him atop Rose, snuggling up around the pegasus. Aberash grinned at his excitement - Compass Rose hadn’t merely been bragging about Zuberi’s endowment - giving Xolani’s glans a long, broad lick, with a sensual purr. Xolani shivered with a contented nicker at her gesture, before leaning forward to give her an encouraging nudge to her shoulder, gently urging her to meet the approaching stallion.

Pecking Xolani’s cheek, Aberash looked to Zuberi, “You.” She barked as loudly as she thought she could get away with and Zuberi actually stopped in surprise, to regard her curiously, wondering what the shout was about. “You as fast as you are big?” She asked innocently enough.

Giving the stallion just a second to figure out what she meant, the mare darted out the door of the yurt with a broad grin and leaking loins, her tail flagging high. The big stallion stood stunned for a moment, before galloping out after her with a devious grin, followed by the amused laughter of his comrades.

Aberash ran free as the wind, throwing her head back and whinnying in enjoyment. It had been years- no - well more than a decade since she’s had such unbridled fun with a lover. Galloping out onto the grass just outside the village, Zuberi nipped at her rump the whole way, before latching onto her tail as they made it a few yards out. She was in good shape of course, but compared to him, she was no comparison. Whinnying more sharply in surprise, she bucked, not trying to hurt him, just trying to get him to flinch and let her go long enough to continue the chase. However, the big stallion was having none of that and grabbed onto her rump, starting to drag her beneath him.

The older mare struggled against his powerful hooves and strong arms. It was so base, so primal, being marehandled into a mounting. Her heart pounded in her ears as she did everything she could to resist him, but the simple matter of the fact was, there was no resisting a stallion like Zuberi. If he wanted her, then she was going to be beneath him. Exhilarating wasn’t a strong enough word. It only got better as she felt his muscular chest come to rest against her back, grinding his engorged rod against her labia, while his teeth went to chew on her neck. At this point she couldn’t help herself, she whinnied joyously at being dominated. There was something so right about it. She knew in her heart that he was a good stallion who would stop if she asked him, but why would she ever do something so foalish? If her stallion didn’t want her, she would give herself to one who did!

As she exulted in the attention the big stallion lavished upon her, Zuberi suddenly rose to place his forehooves on her shoulders, letting the older mare feel his weight, while he lined his throbbing cock up. A moment later, he pushed forward, filling her marehood in a way no stallion had in years as he flared.

“Ameqran! Zuberi, you’re...hung~” Aberash groaned, a little too distracted to comment on his hooves standing on her shoulders. Letting out a masculine snort at her praise, Zuberi gave her a firm, hilted thrust, before starting to pound against her rump. His rhythm was hard and powerful, but not abusive. She could feel the care the massive stallion put into trying to please her with every thrust, causing her to groan deeply. “You know, Rose...brags about you.” She revealed, “Why are you not her lead stallion?”

Zuberi growled and she could feel him throb at the thought, before he leaned down to nibble her ear, “It takes more than strength to lead a herd...”

“She loves you, you have her devotion. What else do you need?” She wondered, shivering around his length.

“A wise, cool head.” Zuberi hummed, slowing his hips for longer, smoother thrusts, giving her just a short bump of the hips with each push. “Zephania is a better leader than I.”

“I wish my husband were half as good as you~” Aberash purred quietly for him alone, knowing those words were dangerous, but at the moment, all she cared about was the stallion on her back.

Zuberi fell silent at that and his hips stilled, before he nuzzled into her ear with a whisper, “Be ours instead. I can tell Xolani fancies you, and your husband neglects you...”

Aberash’s ears folded back at his nuzzling, “If only.” She murmured dejectedly, wiggling her rump needily into his lap, “There are people here who need their Medicine Mare. Who need me.”

“Well, if you change your mind,” He rumbled quietly and resumed his slow, firm pace, “...when you change your mind, you will be welcome.”

“Your confidence is almost as hot as your stallionhood~” Aberash laughed headily, admittedly amused. Zuberi simply snorted in reply, latching possessively onto her neck, while starting to pound mercilessly at her rump. “You’re gonna start a war.” She gasped, “Stealing a tribe’s Medicine Mare from them. Abidemi will never take it sitting down.”

“Do you enjoy the thought?” He growled sensually, “Stallions willing to start a war over you~?”

Aberash whinnied sweetly, her sex coating his length in a wave of boiling mare-cum, as she came to a lesser orgasm just thinking of the idea. She was a little ashamed to admit that she envisioned Zuberi beating her husband.

“Why don’t you challenge him and take me?” She suggested with a drunken wicker.

“Ask me to and I might.” He nickered deeply, pulling her into his next thrust.

“Why be a lead stallion, when you could be a chieftain?” She growled headily, grunting as her rump bounced beneath him.

Zuberi whinnied and she could feel him throbbing on the edge of orgasm at the thought. “Such a temptress.”

“Abidemi is not a good husband or a stallion.” She panted.

“Then don’t think of him right now,” Zuberi huffed into her ear, his thrusts becoming ever more erratic, “...only which of us you think will get you pregnant.”

Aberash whinnied loudly at the thought - having one more filly had been a dream of hers for a long while now. Her marehood gripped his scepter and have it a loving squeeze, trying to pull him deeper as her juices poured forth in ecstasy. Though she wasn’t in heat, Zuberi’s hindbrain could only think one thing: breed her. A few moments later, the burly stallion released her shoulders to instead wrap her in a tight hug, while unleashing a torrent of hot seed into her womb.

“Wash out Xolani, you wonderful stud!” Aberash whinnied drunkenly, splanshing his hips in her own orgasm, “Show ‘em all who the best stud is!” Zuberi whicker-snorted breathlessly as he held her tight and she could feel herself starting to leak once more as the tide started to ebb. Shuddering, she tried leaning back into him, “I’m leaking~” She giggled drunkenly, “You feel that, Zuberi? You’ve got me leaking~ Ameqran, you should be a chieftain...”

“I was a champion, once.” Zuberi chuckled breathlessly and nuzzled into her mane, “When you’ve caught your breath, we’ll head back.”

“Assuming I can walk straight!” She chuckled likewise and leaned into his nuzzle, “You’re telling me your little Rose actually entertains that elephant-trunk of yours regularly~?”

“Routinely.” He purred and started to pull out with a wet squelch.

Aberash groaned as the empty sensation in her groin grew, until he finally popped out of her, a steady stream of cum squirting out of her sodden marehood. “You really got excited thinking you were washing out your friend~” She remarked amusedly, turning her head to look at the flow.

“Friendly competition~” Zuberi nickered and slid off her back, before nuzzling her neck.

“Want me to clean-” Aberash began, only to shake her head and rub noses with him, “May I~?” She gestured back toward his hindquarters.

“If you wish to.” Zuberi smirked, “Though I think Rose likes her stallions smelling of fresh sex~”

“My apologies to Rose, but it’s been...you know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a stallion so well endowed.” Aberash declared thoughtfully as she trailed her way down his side, nuzzling down his ribs, only to give him a playful nip at his last. Zuberi shivered and nuzzled at her dock, before spreading his legs to emphasize his slick, hanging pillar. “I’m a little impressed I managed that.” She whistled.

Leaning in beneath him, she gave his broad head a peck, before swirling her tongue around his flare, causing his fifth leg to twitch and leak a few last drops of cum. Above her, Zuberi groaned quietly in pleasure and raised a hoof to pet approvingly at her rump. Being a bit daring, she stretched her jaw and took his slick shaft in a hoof, pressing his filling glans into her maw, before moaning around his member. The big stallion hissed in surprise and his hips twitched, forcing himself to remain still as he throbbed in her mouth. It was stupid, but something compelled her to reach forward and stroke his thigh soothingly, only to tap at it.

“You...want more?” He asked uncertainly, even as his hips pressed forward an inch.

Aberash moaned as he filled her maw further, offering him another soothing swirl of her hoof to his thigh. When she did, Zuberi took a deep breath and carefully moved to stand over her, properly mounting her face as he continued to press forward. The mare’s tail hiked, flicking up into his face, as she obediently stood beneath such a scion of masculinity, starting to bathe his member with her tongue. With a deep groan, he pressed ever deeper until his sheath tickled her nose, while he nibbled at her rump. Aberash nearly gagged as he pressed into her throat, his member visibly distending her as he slid deeper. Finally nose to groin, with a deep blush on her cheeks, she swallowed around him and nuzzled his velvety sheath, her hooves submissively upon the ground. Zuberi loosed a primal snort then and slid back halfway, only to rock smoothly back into her throat, the mare making a strained noise around him, yet she still remained obediently beneath him.

With a slight wiggle of his hips, he set to fucking the Medicine Mare’s muzzle with short, smooth motions, his balls slapping gently against her chin. Moaning drunkenly, she nuzzled into his sheath with each meeting, pursing her lips and suckling hard on his meat each time he pulled back. The giant above her groaned in appreciation, before hugging her rump and offering her dock a tender kiss, the mare casually flicking her tail. When he noticed, Zuberi promptly leaned over the curve of her rump to nip softly at her soiled clit, the mare immediately jumping forward and into his groin. She felt him throb hard then and start rocking a little faster, while still taking care to be gentle. Pressing her nose firmly into his sheath, the drunken mare swallowed, and Zuberi ground his sheath into her with a feral whinny, before letting his bounty pour out directly down her throat.

Holding himself there for a few long moments, Zuberi finally withdrew slowly, audibly popping free of her mouth as a few stray strands of seed connected her muzzle. The next sound to grace his ears was that of breathless panting, as she hung her head, desperate to catch her breath. He then gently pressed his sizable balls to her muzzle, ensuring she took in his potent musk with every breath. Wickering tiredly in surprise, she nevertheless offered his scrotum a soft nuzzle and a quick kiss. Nickering in approval, Zuberi stepped carefully off of her to let her stand and breathe, earning a soft, affectionate nip to his hip. He spun with a deep snort in reply to nip playfully at her neck, and she slipped her head submissively beneath his without hesitation. The big stallion turned with an approving smile, to lead her back into camp without a word.

Returning to the yurt, the stallions were greeted with the sight of Aberash sidled up submissively against Zuberi with a goofy grin, having eyes only for him at the moment. Zephania and Uzoma had been relaxing on their backs close to the door, while Xolani had taken their place laying over the unconscious Rose. Each now bore a knowing grin at the sight of the disheveled mare, with their arousal on full display. Taking note of his fellows, Zuberi gently nudged the older mare their way, directing her attention to them.

Immediately heeding his lead, Aberash grinned and trotted over to Zephania, nuzzling him first. “Have you ever seen Zuberi go at a mare~?” She asked drunkenly, before noticing his erection, her expression changing from exhilaration to anticipation, “Is that for me~?” She purred, kissing sweetly at his lips.

“All for you~” Zephania nodded with a charming purr, before his cock slapped at his belly, and he offered a more tender kiss, “And yes, it’s quite a spectacle when he gets going.”

“Gets going...that’s a pretty gentle description for it.” Aberash chuckle-snorted, crawling into Zephania’s lap to reach over and offer Uzoma a soft nibble, “It-it was like being the wood to the fire.” She chuckled at the memory, her tenderized sex still leaking a little, and it felt wonderful.

As she crawled over him, Zephania’s own impressive spear rubbed against her belly and he sat up to fondle her rump with his hooves. At the same time, Uzoma wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her into a sensual kiss, where the mare lured his tongue into her mouth, while she melted into Zephania’s lap and hooves. She still tasted faintly of stallion, though barely, considering Zuberi had shot his load down her throat and not into her mouth. Uzoma didn’t seem to mind, however, and savored the kiss for a few long moments, before breaking it to gently push her down toward his groin. Meanwhile, Zephania had slipped out from under her to grasp her rump from behind and playfully gnaw on it, causing her to whinny excitedly, even as she leaned into Uzoma’s neck and nuzzled him flirtatiously.

“Why don’t you lay down and let Aberash treat you~” She suggested sweetly.

“I think I’d like that~” The dark stallion growled and slowly lay back once more, while petting her mane with a hoof.

Hiking her tail for Zephania, Abarash nickered and shook her rump, “You going to taste me~?” She teased him, as she stepped forward between Uzoma’s hindlegs, to offer his length a lick from base to crown, earning a deep nicker and a throb.

“Mmmm, but that just wouldn’t be fair.” Zephania purred as he moved to stand over her, one hoof rubbing his crown up and down her soiled labia, “I’m supposed to wash Zuberi out with my seed, not my tongue~”

“Silly stallions, it’s not the seed on a mare’s rump that gets her with foal~” Aberash tittered, but did not protest, sloppily kissing Uzoma’s sheath and getting a pleased groan, along with a slap of his cock on his belly.

“No, but it is what keeps you smelling of stallion~” He growled and began to slowly press forward, forcing a little more of Xolani and Zuberi’s seed out with a wet squelch as his flaring cock filled her.

Aberash whinnied sweetly beneath him, her stretched and abused sex trying its best to grip its third stallion of the night. He didn’t stop until he had filled her up, at which point, he wrapped his arms around her waist to gently fondle her udders. At the same time, Uzoma began to gently grind his sheath into her nose.

“Oh~” Aberash moaned tenderly, kissing Uzoma’s eager groin, “Talk about the opposite of Zuberi.” The mare then licked at the prone stallion beneath her, looking up into his eyes to assure him that she had not forgotten about his pleasure. Placated for the moment, Uzoma relaxed and resumed affectionately petting her mane, while Zephania began to slowly rock against her hips. “You a mute stallion?” She purred, wiggling her rump for Zephania, while slathering Uzoma’s cock, as she worked her way up its length.

“Why speak, when I can show you how I feel~” Zephania growled and began to nibble at her spine, while tweaking her udders.

Aberash gasped softly, shivering beneath him, “I-I’m not used to quiet stallions.”

Finally making her way up to his glans, she gave Uzoma a quick lick, before taking him into her mouth with a gentle suckle, prompting his crown to flare. The stallion whickered drunkenly at the attention and gripped her mane with both hooves, while he steadily leaked pre-cum into her mouth. Back at her hips, Zephania began snorting and nickering lustfully, using his grip on her udders to pull her into firm, but gentle thrusts. Nickering around Uzoma, Aberash began to swirl her tongue about the stallion’s glans, before she picked up her hooves one at a time and settled down atop him; caressing his hips and groin, as she polished his flare. With an approving coo, he pressed down gently on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more, while Zephania gently rocked her forward with his thrusting hips. Instead, she braced her hooves carefully upon Uzoma’s sheath in such a way that each thrust of Zephania’s felt like Uzoma was thrusting into her, even while she continued to only work the first few inches of his obsidian pole.

“Great ancestors,” Uzoma swore breathlessly, letting his head fall back with a grin, “...you’re as good as Rose.” Admittedly a little prideful of her abilities, Aberash actually threatened to pull off him, tugging faintly at his flare with her lips. Groaning in protest, Uzoma held her mane tight, “Please...more~” Placated for the moment, Aberash began softly bobbing her head in time with Zephania, pressing Uzoma’s seminal duct into her meaty tongue. “Fuck, too good.” Uzoma hissed, “I’m close...”

Aberash’s sex throbbed once, giving Zephania a faint squeeze; clearly turned on by the idea, but nowhere near as close to cumming as the stallion in her hooves, more interested in savoring Zephania’s gentle sex, after her and Zuberi’s bestial romp.

Giving her a gentle grind, Zephania throbbed in turn, before leaning forward to whisper, “Drink him up~”

Loosing a muted wicker around Uzoma’s member, Aberash winked around Zephania’s shaft and nodded. Switching tactics, she held her muzzle still, to go back to swirling around Uzoma’s glans, while pumping his sheath in a firm rhythm. It was as if she was putting on a show for the lead stallion, which earned her a deeply aroused growl from Zephania. Meanwhile, it looked like Uzoma was about to burst, sitting up with his muzzle scrunched up in ecstasy. Humming softly, Aberash then began to nurse his member encouraging him to relax and release. She was soon rewarded with his generous flow of cream, which she struggled to dutifully drain, as he threw his head back with a quiet whinny. At the same time, Zephania could feel the mare’s satisfaction through her muscular folds cradling his masculinity.

“How would you like to cum?” Zephania whispered playfully to her, “Shall I drive you wild, like Xolani? Dominate you like Zuberi?” As he spoke, one of his hooves slid from her udder to tease her clit.

Unable to speak while she drank up every last drop of Uzoma, she brought back a hoof to pat his, wordlessly trying to assure him that she loved his style as much as theirs. Nickering happily at the gesture, he gave her clit a gentle twist, while Uzoma’s stream began to taper off.

“Slow, Zephania!” Aberash gasped, suddenly pulling off of Uzoma, who hissed in surprise at the abrupt withdraw, only to collapse backward with a goofy smile. “Take your time~” She requested, panting as she offered Uzoma’s glistening member an apologetic lick, before throwing Zephania smile that made him realize she hadn’t had this kind of treatment in a long time, if ever. Zephania in turn nickered soothingly and leaned in to kiss her neck, while easing up with his hoof. “How long’s it been since you mounted a mother mare? Ever?” Aberash managed to inquire conversationally, though a giddy smile assured the stallion she was loving it.

“Once,” Zephania purred and nibbled at her ear, “...when I was very young.”

“Which do you prefer? Tight fillies, or motherly mares?” She purred in kind at his teeth.

“Mmmm, never been able to decide.” He growled and pressed his flare into her cervix.

“I only wish your herd had been here for my heat~” She moaned longingly.

“Naughty mare.” Zephania purred and nipped playfully at her ear.

“My husband gave me Abeni and has showed no interest since.” She whispered in explanation.

“Perhaps we can change that.” He hummed and began to thrust a little faster, giving her mane a little tug.

“How?” She asked with a soft gasp, leaning back into him, to urge him to remain gentle, though her folds gripped him needily.

“What stallion won’t wish to reclaim his mare once she’s been so thoroughly bred?” He asked with an encouraging growl.

“He likes fillyish mares,” She snorted, “I’m too old for his tastes.”

Zephania snorted in disapproval, and bit possessively at his neck, “Then that is his loss.”

Aberash spread her forehooves, ever so subtly lowering herself as she bowed her head submissively, and pressed back into his next thrust. Her lover nuzzled softly into her mane, acknowledging the gesture, while his thrusts became more tender and smooth. That was all it took to get Aberash to nicker lovingly to Zephania, and her marehood to urge him deeper. From that moment on, he worked to grind into her cervix with every thrust, never pulling back very far as he hugged her close in a possessive embrace.

“Zephania...please~” She whimpered sweetly, longing for release.

“Take your next foal.” He whispered tenderly to her, before making his final thrust, adding his own thick seed to the soup forming inside her womb.

Aberash whinnied shrilly in ecstasy, the thought of being bred by such a tender, caring stallion pushing her to an even greater orgasm than she’d had all night - not explosive, like the ones that Zuberi and Xolani had given her - but like being carried away by a river, whose arms were Zephania. As her head sagged and her whinny trailed off, the mare passed out beneath him. The only thing keeping her upright were her locked legs.