Be careful what you wish for. (snow)

[nala]

Cleopatra.

After the interesting meeting with the painted stallion, Cleo couldn't stop talking about her feelings towards the male species. Frankly it annoyed Cassie, and in a last ditch effort the little sister stopped following the hormonal mare. Cleo told her to stay put, that she'd be back within a day. She was at the edge of the desert-y territory today, and the sandy earth excited her.

Males! her persona screamed. Come meet me. Her body flaunted itself in the breeze. I'm here, for you to play with. The painted one hadn't touched her. This mare had no idea what she was doing.

ooc: RAPPEEE!

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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It was out there. It was out there, and he could smell it. The scent was drawing him like a rabid mutt to a deer carcass. His body twitched and his eyes sought for nothing but the source. As a relief to the mares in his herd, he shot past them all in search for it. Usually that was what he did: Made his rounds about his herd, found that plant that made him feel fabulous, and then he returned to his special mares and had a joyous time. They pissed him off, he taught them a lesson. They pleasured him, he enjoyed the time with them, let their foals live. That was how things worked around here, that was the routine. That was how the Mael was always run. Like his father before him, Eztli was brought up knowing how to crave a mare. It just didn't help that he had his father's anger issues, and his mother's ambition.

But regardless, now he was running. Cantering, really, but running nevertheless. His nostrils flaring, his lungs straining, his muscles pulsing; the King was fired up and ready to meet this enticing mare with the equally-enticing scent. Eztli rounded about the rocky area, his head high and his eyes gleaming, scanning, surveying. What met his view made the horse quiver. Even from the distance they were apart, he could tell she was something stunning. Young, but very stunning. A wicked smile creased his lips as the large stallion bellowed to the skies to her. In a strong trot, Eztli closed the gap between them and came to her side in but a few minutes' time.

Snorting lightly, Eztli circled around her and touched his muzzle to her skin a few times, smiling all the while and inhaling her scent. He didn't even talk right now. This was a silent game so far; no words were needed. Present yourself, stranger. You've called, I've come. Eztli nudged her chest with his muzzle. You're mine, now.

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[nala]

Cleopatra.

Well that didn't take long, she thought to herself as a nearing stallion called out to her. He was larger then her, and as he approached she found herself shrinking away from his sudden aggression. He didn't stop by her nor in front of her like the other one had, he continued around her in a possessive manner, touching her skin and making himself as near to her as possible for someone of his stature.

Hey. she said, shivering as he breathed up and down her back. Hey, you. She tried to catch his eye, moving in circles as well. This wasn't what was supposed to happen between a mare and a stallion, was it? It frightened her, he frightened her. Hey, she spun her backside away from him so she was facing towards him.

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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She was making sounds, and though he tried blotting them out it was rather difficult due to her voice. His ears fell atop his skull as he continued circling, touching her skin with his nose, his eyes focused on nothing but her body. "You talk like a mouse. What?" He managed to muffle out as he nudged and pushed her. Breathing heavily, the stallion tried pushing her to mind but the little twerp kept swerving and moving. C'mon mousy, let me give you what you've asked of me, She was honestly beginning to irritate him already. He wanted her, he would have her -- but this chitchat wouldn't happen lightly. Huffing harshly, Eztli lifted his head and stared her down, stopping completely and glaring at her through slit eyes. "Stop. Moving." His voice echoed and a light breeze ran through the paused time.

Another moment passed before Eztli snorted lightly and smiled again. Pushing his nose into her right flank, the stallion snorted again while lashing his tail against his rump. She's young, perhaps I'm her first, He chuckled inwardly before wrapping his chin over her other side and pulling her toward him. "C'mon mousy, this is what you've called me for." Her side hit his chest, and his throat rumbled with excitement.

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[nala]

Actually, she mused as he pushed against her again. She spoke louder this time, reflecting on his comment about her speech. I didn't call you. She desperately wanted to believe this, but she also knew that she had in a way beckoned his trouble. She felt like kicking out at him as he continued pushing towards her back end. How rude.

I didn't call you. She aimed a light nip at his cheek, trying to buy herself time for something she had no idea was happening. What's your name? She called to him sweetly. Your name. she repeated. This was odd, and Cleo was confused. Get off of my butt, mister. She looked into his glazed eyes again, talk to me.

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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Twat. Eztli huffed again, rather annoyed by her antics. He could easily force himself on her, and he was so tempted -- but where would the fun be then? However, with how she was acting now he was certain that that would be the outcome soon, should his patience wane. More pushing, more pulling, more aggravation. She certainly wasn't making this easy for him to maintain her in a good facade of a stallion. He snorted, glaring at her again while he situated himself to her movements. Maybe he was going about this all wrong. Maybe he couldn't get to her because she didn't understand why he was doing as he was... perhaps she needed a different approach.

Sighing inwardly, the large stallion stopped and brushed his muzzle down her back lightly, his warm breath seeping from his nostrils and his sides slowing and lulling their motions. "Oh darling, I'm Eztli. I am your miracle, your pleasure. I am everything you've ever wanted and more." He cooed, touching her cheek as he avoided the temptation to thwap her for striking at him. "Come Mousy, let me give you what you desire. Again he pulled at her, his smile growing wicked.

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[nala]

Much better, she thought as the large stallion stopped still. His muzzle ran down her back in a rather interesting way. It wasn't like when her sister helped groom her, this was much different. It felt good. Eztli.

She in turn ran her muzzle against his cheek. She didn't know what she was doing, but due to his antics she figured this motion would be appropriate. He continued to touch her and oddly she felt extremely good about it all, she craved it. I'm Cleopatra. she said, her muzzle close to his ear. This would be the closest she had ever been to a male, and oddly it satisfied her interests from the previous weeks. Her tail swished lightly, contently, against her sides. Her muscles relaxed as she stood by him.

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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His flanks rattled as the wicked smile grew more. Snorting lightly, Eztli again wrapped his chin under her left flank and pulled her to him, his eyes gleaming and his hormones raging. He always felt this way when meeting a mare, and it was always before something happened. He just couldn't control it. There, now she'll shut up. The dark stallion nipped at her gaskin lightly as he pulled her, positioning himself and mouthing her body. He pushed his nose into her hips, between her legs, and onto her dock. Snorting harshly, the stallion released a roguish hiss before throwing his weight on her and pulling her under him. Mounting her quickly, the King of Mael tightly grasped her withers and finally gave her what she called him for. "This, my dear, is what you wanted." Through muffled sounds he spoke as the two formed a union in force.

ooc; yay rape xD;;

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[nala]

After their moments of calm touching and interaction, suddenly the mood changed. Eztli came around to her side pushing and puling roughly at her much smaller body. She had no help against him and she stood still as she saw what was unfolding. He mumbled to her as he came upon her, but she didn't hear him. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and nothing else was recognizable.

As he came off of her she began to function once again. Still she stood in the same place but her mind raced through her possibilities. Oddly the mare stayed standing still beside the satisfied stallion. Her head hung down and her tail felt heavy. What just happened. She didn't understand. Her eyes, wide with confusion, stared up at him in disbelief.

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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Shuddering happily, the large stallion snorted a roughish snort before ducking his head toward his chest quickly and slapping his tail against his hide. As the sensations died down, he came 'round his mare and pushed his nose into her girth, breathing out warmly. The smile never left his devlish face. Eyes ran along her body, his back quiverring. Yes, she was his now. This fine ass was his.

After a moment of looking her over, the stallion brought his head to the sky and wuffled lowly before walking forward, his thick legs churning like a machine that had had a full day's worth of work. Eztli paused, thrusting his head over his shoulder before he called to his new mare. "Yo, mare. Come." He'd waste no time being 'gentle', or 'kind'. No, she was his, and his alone. She would follow him, and if there was hesitation... He knew how to deal with those types.

Whether or not she bore him a foal, it didn't matter. Later today, or tomorrow even, he'd be back again to wreck his wench. Just like his father before him, you know. He had to keep the lines going -- this was what he would have wanted. This is what he craved, so this is what Eztli craved. There was no wrong in a son living up to his father's legend. Yes, no wrong in that at all.

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