She’s Got an Ace

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

“Like there’ll be anyone to match up to me.”

Ace smirked, the black mare naked. She didn’t need to wear clothes, not before the grey stallion, caught in her thrall. His hands were bound behind his back, roughly with a length of rope, but care and softness really wasn’t the measure of that evening. The bedroom was dim, with plenty of space on the rug beside the bed, though the rug was rumpled under the equine’s knees as he knelt there, head hanging, mane spilling over the hard arch of his neck. His hide had darkened with sweat, muddying the effect of the dapples on his ass.

She stood tall, for Ace had no other way to me. Putting a single hoof in the centre of the stallion’s chest, she shoved him back as he hissed through his teeth and crashed to the carpet. The rest of the room didn’t matter, not in the low light, her hooves filling his vision as he wheezed and snorted and dragged much-needed air back into his lungs. Ah, but the horse’s hard-on betrayed his true feelings on the matter, a pink and grey mottled dick throbbing, drooling glistening pre-cum.

The mare ignored it. Grabbing him by the mane, she hauled him up, her hand close to his poll, though the grey stallion only moaned.

“They can never be me,” she growled, the sound entirely unlike anything that should ever have come from a mare. “They might want to displace me, to see me fall, to laugh because they have some vendetta. But all that is beneath me. They are not me. You know that.”

Her voice, despite what she was saying, softened on the last utterance. The stallion’s blue eyes turned up to her, aroused yet trusting, caught by her. It was true what Ace was saying, the “ace in his hand” – or maybe she had never really been in his hand to begin with. 

Thus, the equine did not protest as she left him kneeling again, his dick hard and spilling pre-cum, pressing a metal bit against his teeth. He opened up willingly for it, though the coldness lay heavily on his tongue, fitting into the corners of his lips, though it proved to be drawn a little too tightly by the leather cheekpieces of the bridle it was attached to as the rest of the leather slid behind his ears and buckled at the point of his dished cheek. Although his fingers twitched, he didn’t try to get at his rough bonds, settled where he was despite his flaring need.

But that was not for the stallion to concern himself with. He wasn’t in charge. It was up to her. He languished there as she shoved his chest down over the bed, though he barely even remembered getting up on his own two hooves again. One moment he’d been down kneeling and the next the mare had him up and pinned, scrambling with his hooves to kick them out, spread them and find some way to brace.

Ace retrieved the leather harness from where she’d laid it out earlier, feeling it would be useful. It was already locked and loaded with a thick dildo, though the tube of lube next to it would prove valuable too in prying open her toy. She slid it up her legs and tightened the buckles where the leather looped around her hips and thighs, holding the strap-on harness in place, though there were very few adjustments to be done. After all, the black mare was the only one to use it.

He didn’t look back, the colt, as she lubed up the dildo and slid her slick fingers against the tight pucker of his ass too. Her fingers dragged against the velvety dock of his tail and he shuddered under her, though he only braced harder with his legs, keeping his body in position for her. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, desire coursing through her body with every beat of her heart, like tongues of fire were lacing her veins at that very moment.

“Don’t forget who’s fucking you, colt.”

The dildo was shaped like an equine’s dick: all the better to replace the one the grey stallion wouldn’t be using that night. Yet he still grunted when the head of that faux cock pressed to his anal ring, trying and failing to relax fully, the mare thrusting inside with a long, slow push that demanded he give up everything to her.

“Ohhh…”

He moaned shortly, tonguing the bit, but there was little he could do, little he could say. That hard length of cock pushed up inside him as he couldn’t help but clench around it, fingers squeezing as if he had anything at all to grip where his arms had been forced behind his back. His tail swished, for that was not really something the stallion was in control of, but she didn’t care. He felt her hand close around the dock of his tail and yank it up, though still was cautious of not bending or twisting it, where the bone existed. Ace got what she wanted, always all she wanted, because she agreed with the natural movement of things.

In short: she knew how to work with what already existed to get her way.

She thrust harder, his ass opening up around her, welcoming her dick inside. Leaning over him, she laughed, though there was no humour in her voice. There never was – not when she was fucking her colt. A flash of white teeth showed in Ace’s grin and the mare somehow managed to make it seem predatory, despite her herbivorous species. 

It was easy, her body falling into the motion, the hump and grind, pushing a little deeper when he relaxed again, three-quarters of the long, dark shaft plunged into his hole. He twitched around her, as if he wanted her deeper, even then, and she thrust more viciously, trusting him to take her. If his ass didn’t soften around her cock, well...she’d hear about it. Maybe. The bit gag would do its job either way.

Ace grunted, letting out her frustration in every stroke. Yet it was relieving for the two of them to come together like that, taking what they needed from each other, desire thrumming through every single thrust from the mare. Her fingers dug into his hips, pulling him back onto her cock with every stroke, his anal ring stretched wide around the strap-on dick, though it gleamed with a smear of lubrication. He grunted under her and Ace powered in, grinding deep and staying there as her body ached with stimulation.

It took a lot to get her to orgasm with the strap-on, but that was why they knew they were both in for a good, long ride. In her claiming was release and she exhaled hotly through both nostrils at once, a heady, rough snort bursting from her. Under her, the grey stallion quivered, muscles tense, yet he bore through every one of her rough strokes as his cock ground down into the bed. Trapped between his body and the sheets as it was, it was not the main event, yet it would have been impossible to deny the pleasure coursing through the equine’s body.

He moaned, tonguing the bit gag, shifting his weight back and forth. His heart pounded and he tried to grind back onto Ace’s shaft, but there was only so much he could do, hamstrings and quads aching from bracing. Yet he had to, everything in his mind focused on her, the dark mare with dark needs, his body the only one, right there and then, that could satisfy them. He clenched hard around her cock and nickered delightedly when she ground into him all the more forcibly, stimulating herself as she pressed to the front of the harness, using the leverage of his body to get everything she could ever have needed for herself and more.

It had to come through, soon, however, as he grunted and took her rough, crude strokes, the mare slamming into him. His cock throbbed, drooling thick pre-cum in ardent delight, but he was entirely prey to her in that moment, everything the mare gave to him gladly received, from every stroke to every hot breath washing over his shoulders and upper back. Ace grunted and the grey stallion nickered back at her, locked in a moment with the mare that was not his to dictate.

Orgasm came, but it did not bring the satisfaction he craved, spending his wasted load into the bed. Spurt after spurt of seed left him, but the stallion still rocked his hips back against Ace, craving more, seeking that moment where he knew, above all else, he’d satisfied her. There would be no holding back, as she thrust into him, his tail hole twitching around the hard length of equine cock, but the equine stayed still. As still as he could with his hips at the edge of the bed, cock trapped and drooling, the mare letting out a throaty nicker, deep and resounding, to his back.

Something settled in Ace, the push of orgasm rising thick and fast within her. It may have been slower to take her than it had been for the stallion, but it was her pleasure that mattered there. They’d settled their matter, taken what they needed, and pleasure arced through her, hips jolting forward as she let ecstasy rip through her. The mare was exactly what she needed to be, lips parted in a deep groan, powerful and rolling, like it was strung out between them as some new form of connection to hold them close, though it would never be a binding of any kind. 

Bliss rocked her in waves, spikes of pleasure warming her body, though her dark coat was already dampening in some places with sweat. There was no harm in that, not as she bore down, taking every drop of pleasure she could from the muscular stallion under her, his body shuddering in response to her. Ace’s nostrils flared, a smirk dancing on her lips, yet she bore no ill-feeling towards the stud she had, duly, bred with her own strapped-on cock.

Leaning over him, she exhaled, the high of her orgasm simmering down slowly, though her dark tail remained flagged. It tickled the backs of her thighs in a spill of black hair, barely even moving, though the heaving, panting breaths that wracked her chest still encouraged a little shift in her body, rippling down all the way to the dock of her tail. Ace breathed a moan, a whisper on her lips, something softer in the mare.

She took what she wanted, finding, unexpectedly so, it was there for her and given freely all along.

Around her faux cock, the stallion’s ass twitched, as if he wanted her to grind more deeply into her all over again. That would come, when they had both had a moment in which to breathe, to settle into the shape of each other, licking their lips and letting their need simmer.

It would not fade, however, not until they had completely had their fill of each other. Not until Ace had sunk her teeth into his body, leaving bite marks and throbbing welts in her wake, marking the grey stallion completely and utterly as hers. No one could deny that, his aching tail hole telling the same tale in a more deeply intimate way, for there was a connection to be had in rougher play too, even if others did not understand it.

They could do with one another as they pleased, Ace playing her favourite card as always. Her green eyes softened, lashes long and soft as she blinked. No one would see that break in the facade, that moment of lightness, of gentler ease. She chose what she showed the rest of the world.

Ace was her own mare, and that was never going to change.