Brave Mare

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Nation

As her hooves were beating to the sound of her heart, her eyes where closed in on the path in front of her. As she felt the rocky dirt on the bottom of her hooves. She could hear nothing, no birds singing, no squirrels running up the tree to their homes just silence. She came from the love cliffs but had no luck so she decided to explore here. She wanted to see what was in here, why it was so dark, shadowy and quiet. But, she kept her ears perked up and listening to anything, anything at all. Her dark spotted colors blended into the darkness but her white patches had a soft glow that creatures or anyone who was in these woods would see.

This mare that was brave enough to come in to this dangerous place was named Nation. She was a five year old paint mare who wanted to see other things. These woods caught her eye when she was walking past it to go find another land, where ever that might be. After traveling deep into the forest, she finally stopped in her tracks. Her tail was up high and her eyes looked around where she was standing still listening. She finally lowered her head, sniffed the patch of grass near a large tree and gave it a nip tasting it. What was out here. She wondered. The only way to find out was to go in and look which that is what she did. Now she waited to hear anything.

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His splashed pelt was rippling with power as he walked calmly across the bare lands of the forcing grounds. He was relaxed today, his nape was stretched low and his forelock was drooping over his optic, his flyer swishing. It was springtime now, and this was when vixens first started going into heat. He has claimed his land in the forcing grounds, and waited for a few days to see if any other brave stag would challenge him for the prime spot on the side of a mountain. When none came, he set out for the forcer's land, which was where he made most of his captures.

Yes, he had no mares now, but he has before. He was seven years of age, still young, but no where near old. He was going into the prime of his life, and he was strong. Mindbending was a stag that you wouldn't want to mess with, he didn't take shit from any of his femoras. Give him lip? You better not.

The forcers lands were flat and bare, with an almost constant cloud cover, a few patches of foliage here and there. He stopped his low and steady pace, and lifted his almighty crania higher and flared his nostrils, drawing the foggy air into his senses. What he smelled made him snort with excitement, the smell of a vixen, oh so brave enough to enter the lands of the forcers. He smirked and walked in the direction of the femora. She soon came into his line of vision, she had a painted bodice, which was much like Mindbending's. If she had a colt, which is what he surely would hope for, it would be a version of him. He liked the thought of a splashed son carrying on his legacy and a strong and famous and feared forcer.

The femme was facing away from him, her mug down to the geography, munching on the new spring grass. His orbs rovved over her anatomy, lust beginning to fill his senses. Though he could not smell a heat scent now, he knew in less than a few weeks, she would be ready to take him, and then bear him a foal.

He stopped a few strides behind her and said, his lyrics dripping with malice, "Hello, pretty fea."

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Nation whipped her banner from left to right as tasting the fresh grass below her. She closed her eyes softly enjoying the grass in this dangerous place. She rose her dail up when she smelt a horse near by. She turned her head to the left and then to the right listening. She stopped chewing so she could hear better. But, soon lowered her head back down to graze more. She moved her daggers in the dirt and felt rocks underneath the path. When she moved her rump to the left, she caught a horse standing behind her in the corner of her orb.

Her brown orbs looked over staring at the horse before her. She saw markings just like hers. She turned her whole body around facing this horse. She didn't say a word for a minute, just examined him. Her neck arched softly and her eyes trailed from the tip of his harks down to his daggers. When he spoke to her in a deep voice.

She nickered softly, "hello."

She didn't move forward but she didn't move back. She stood in the same spot just looking at him. She snorted softly getting a whiff of his scent. She stood there quietly waiting to listen to his next phrase of words.

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She did not seem afriad, but she did seem cautious, as if she would not come closer. Well, she would soon have to get over that. He smirked to himself, he had such a debonair look about him, though he was no gentleman at all. He stretched out his nape, making the muscles within ripple and make his wrapping shine in the midday sun. As he took a step towards her to make his mug brush against hers he said, "What might you be doing out here, all alone?"

He wondered if she would let him touch her, for some reason, he thought this mare would be a challenge, and he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for a chase. He was sick of his tireless search for a slave, and he didn't have the time to waste to follow one around. But, he would never let a mare go once he found one, and they all give up eventually, this he knew.

"What is your tag, m'lady?" he asked, taking yet another step in her direction, closing the distance between the two equines slowly.

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Nation

Nation kept watching the stag, his movements, his orbs, wondering what he might be thinking. She lowered her orbs down to his daggers watching him move closer to her talking all gentlemen like. She lightly dug her front left dagger into the dirt and then stop for a minute when she felt his touch on her maw. This was the first real contact with another horse in a couple of years. She sighed closing her eyes for a minute. When he spoke his first question about why she was here. She opened her orbs, looked up into his and nickered,"I was going to ask you the same question."

Her orbs stared back into his once again like the first time they met just a couple of minutes ago. She moved her maw away from his taking away the feel of him. She wondered why a stag with that type of gentlemen tone would be doing out here in these dark woods. Was there something he was hiding? She picked up her dagger and moved around him circling him trying to find something. She soon stopped back in front of him and finally answered his question, seeing that he asked her first.

"Just exploring, seeing what is in here." She nickered. She flickered her harks back and forth.


"Nation and what is yours?" She asked.

Her mind still thinking and her orbs still investigating on what he was hiding. She kept standing in front of him and watched him move closer to her.

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'I was going to ask you the same question.'

He chuckled through his kissers, rolling his chocolate optics at this splashy-hued femora. She obviously didn't know what lands she had stepped on. She had no idea it was the worst possible place that she could be! Well, she was in for a surprise! A big surprise, indeed. He wondered what kind of challenge that this particular vixen would be. Would she fight his every move until her energy was gone? Or would she be passive and compliant. He wasn't sure what he would stand for today. He was sick of searching, he wanted to return to his herdlands. With a mare.

She started to circle him. He stood still with his visage held high, orbs following her, except when she was behind him. He smirked, did she think she was in control? Foolish femme, she would lose all control over everything when he was through with her, that he was sure of.

'Just exploring, seeing what is in here.'

He smiled at her, his pearls glistening in a quiet, menacing way. He shook his head, freeing his optic from the tickle of his long forelock. "Well, have you found anything interesting, pretty thing?" He took another two steps toward her. His cheek was now grazing against hers. He took ahold of her mane in his front fangs and pulled gently, drawing her sweet sent over his senses.

'Nation and what is yours?'

He smiled and ran his tongue along the edge of her harks, whispering sensualy, "I am called Mindbending, m'lady."

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Nation


Nation watched how he looked at her. Her orbs just looked towards his orbs. She flickered her harks back and forth feeling a shiver go around her bodice when she heard the chuckle from him. She was still trying to figure out what he was hiding. Why he was here. She whipped her banner softly keeping some sort of distance. She slowly took a step forward to him. But, just one step forward and no more. She moved her orbs around the front part of his painted chest and looked down at his daggers seeing he was here for quiet some time. She snorted softly and didn't say a word for a while.

She didn't feel like walking around him again so she just moved her dail from one side to another seeing his muscles again, watching them flex. She wanted to know what he was thinking but she knew that horses couldn't read minds, so she looked at his expressions on his face. When she watched his expression, she remembered a similar expression from a stag when she was younger who took over her herd and her parents. Her body again started to tremble just a bit. When he asked if she found anything interesting. She was about to speak before he came up close and felt her cheek. She closed her eyes again softly not wanting to throw her head back because of his touch. His touch was actually soft and gentle but just for a minute.

When he grabbed a hold of her mane, she finally pulled back letting out a hard nicker. But, she didn't back up away from him, she just softly spoke,"Please don't grab my mane. I have a scar under my mane."She put her nose to his cheek and then trailed it down his neck. "I might have found something interesting." She nickered. She then pulled her maw back up her little trail she did on his neck to get back to his face. "You remind me of someone from my past."She added.

She then felt his tongue against her harks. She flickered them away but then brought them back forward. She moved her kissers up to his harks and nuzzled them. It was hard to step away from him seeing that he was the first real stag contact she had in a very long time. She would normal keep her distance, and keep an eye out but he was different. Even though this was a dangerous spot and she didn't know what she was getting herself into with this stag, she wanted some company.


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As she watched him, Mindbending stood calmly. He was not too worried by this femora, she did not pose to be a challenge. She simply had no idea where she was, or what he was, at that matter. Which was a bit pathetic. Did she really wander around all her life never hearing, never being warned of the forcer's lands? These barren lands where forcing stags took mares against their will? Hmm, he wondered what drove him and others like him to do this. Mindbending did not come from a forcers herd, though his birthplace was of dark origins. But, his only other love, Echo. He shook his visage and snorted, nares flaring. No, he will not torture himself with the thought.

'Please don't grab my mane. I have a scar under my mane.'

He rolled his orbs at this. He bit back a response of: "You better get used to pain, vixen." He decided that he should keep her ignorant for now. Her blissful obliviousness made his life easier right now, and he intended to make his life as easy as possible. Why complicate things when they can stay simple? Simple was the way he liked it. Though, sometimes simple took to much time, and Mindbending was impatient. He knew if things didn't get to the point soon he was going to go a little farther than he'd wish, and lose control of the situation. And he cannot lose control, control was power.

Her touch surprised him. He jerked his chocolate gaze onto her anatomy, his harks leaning towards her. His muscles tensed beneth his flesh. Most mares never approached him this way, it was a pleasent surprise. He smirked, she was getting caught up into Mindbending's web. 'Getting easier and easier,' he thought with satisfaction. His smirk grew ever more when she voiced:

'You remind me of someone from my past.'

He lifted his maw up to her velvety hark and said his a hoarse voice, "Oh baroness, I am like no other you have ever laid eyes on." He laughed deeply into her ear. She was nibbling on her harks. 'ENOUGH OF THIS GAME,' he screamed to himself. He jerked his audits out of her reach, and he moved around so that he was standing behind her. He placed his kissers onto the spot of flesh right above her tailbone. He nibbled slightly, saying slowly, "Now tell me, pretty vix," he paused, raising his head and fixing his stare onto her, "Are you in heat?" He said the last part of his sentence loud and clear. His lust for the painted mare was becoming unbearable, and his need for mares could be ignored no longer. If she refused him now there would be bloodshed, at none of it would belong to Mindbending, he could tell you that right now. He pleaded in his head for her to just keep things simple. She better, he would not stand for any foolishness.

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Nation





Nation just watched him, how he looked, what he was doing, how he acted when she went near him. She whipped her banner softly and when she touched him gently with her maw. She flinched when he was caught off guard.

"I'm sorry...did you not want me to do that?" She asked.

Her eyes still staring back at his and her mind trying to think what he was thinking. When he spoke to her, it was still in the nice matter. There was no darkness, no force or annoyance. She gave him a small smile and wondered,"What does he have up his sleeve." When she was nibbling on his harks and saw him shoot his head back. She shook her head

"Well I see you don't like it when a mare comes up to you and plays with your harks. Fine." She whinnied.

She looked back with her harks forward watching his every move. When he placed his muzzle on the back of her rump, she closed her eyes and started breathing heavy. She wasn't scared just excited since she hasn't had any action in a while. When he asked if she was in heat. She opened her eyes and finally said,

"Yes, but if I let you willingly you think you can go easy since its been a while when I mated."

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a smirk. She moved her nose to his touching it again before quickly turning her head back over seeing that the last time she did that, he freaked out. "I forgot you don't like being touched by a mare." She nickered.

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'I'm sorry...did you not want me to do that?'

He decided to not justify this question with answer. He acted like did not hear it, which was easy to do. When he grew bored of something, he tuned himself out to it. Like a whiney slave, he pretended as if the femora wasn't going on a tangent about something ridiculous. It was his way, deal with it by not dealing with it. Maybe that wasn't good for him. What did he care though?

'Well I see you don't like it when a mare comes up to you and plays with your harks. Fine.'

This made him want to role his eyes. She acted as if she was in control, as if she didn't care. But he knew the way that she watched him, this whole time she had been studying him. He wasn't blind to her gazes, her searching orbs. But he ignored them, and he ignored her last comment.

When he asked her if she was in heat, it took her awhile to answer. Long pauses after questions that he asked was not acceptable to him, he wasn't patient enough for such things. He was about to clamp his fangs down into the soft flesh of her hindquarters, and then she finally replied: 'Yes, but if I let you willingly you think you can go easy since its been a while when I mated.' He smirked to himself, she thought he would go easy? Oh, was this femora was in for a mighty surpise. A mighty surprise, indeed.

Mindbending raised up onto his back shanks, his splashed frame strong and muscles rippling. Oh, he was a good-looking brute, no doubt about that. He laid himself down onto her back, the two equines painted wrappings looking almost the same, like the two were morphed together. He locked his front pearls into her withers, digging them in, breaking through flesh, he could taste blood in his mouth. He smirked. He gripped harder with his ivories and pulled himself into a better position on her anatomy. He craned his boa up towards Nation's harks and whispered harshly, "You are mine, vixen."

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Nation could see he was either ignoring her, or getting again impatient while he waited for her answers. She whipped her banner from side to side again trying to still figure him out. She could tell by the expression's on his face and the ways he was acting around her. He wasn't those type of stallions who wanted to take their time. No, he was one that wanted to get right down to business. Her eyes kept staring at his eyes, figure, color, everything she can see. She wanted to push him, to see what she could get out before he had enough. Every time, he came closer and closer her body felt more and more excited. Normal mares would have gotten more and more scared but she was different. She wanted some action. She wanted him to take her. She was a virgin but she wasn't going to tell him that. She was going to lie and say its just been a while. He would just have to find out himself what he was actually getting into.

Once he got on her quickly, like normal dark horses and when she felt his mark on her. She whipped her head around biting him back on the neck. "You did the bite first, so now we are even with the marks." She nickered. She again didn't run off, buck up, rear and try to get him off of her. It was going to be too tiring and in her mind he would think he has won. She jerked her body from side to side getting adjusted to his feeling. "I knew you were not those gentle stags. You might know the touch to get a mare in your trap." She whinnied.

She smiled and kept asking him questions to see how far she could push him. One of her last questions was,"What did you choose me?" She finally stopped talking waiting for him to answer. If he even did answer some of the questions before breeding her. When he told her she was his, she finally did something else. She rolled her eyes,"That is the forcer phrase I swear." She added.