I look in the mirror, my reflection mocks me. Tears flow down my checks, dripping onto my chest. Why me? My inner mare is blunt.
“Because you’re a fat worthless lump.”
Crashing out on my bed, sobbing into my pillow. Wallowing in self-pity, my inner mare is ruthless.
“You’re an embarrassment, you show up the few friends you have. Even that colt that hangs out with you only does so because he likes big tits.”
Callas, of the Red Wood herd. My first colt friend, first kiss, first…. Well we hadn’t gone that far yet, even though we both at the age to be Herd Registered if we wanted to start a herd of our own. Yet my Dam had once told me that, “good fillies wait until they had the gold band of Herd Registration.”
The day had started normally enough, I had been waiting for the local transport with my Dam to go shopping. Even then she was scathing.
“Honestly, you need to exercise. Don’t think for one moment that your Sire, and I are going to support you forever. By the Goddess, no mare in her right mind is going to pick you to join a herd.”
I have learnt to tune her out, otherwise it would be unbearable. Now let me say in my defense that my ancestors were drafts, and Fate decided that I would carry their genes. I prayed to Epona, please Goddess let me be more like my older sibling Yarrow. She had a slight frame mares would die for, and both sexes lusted after. Yet no matter how many offerings at her temple, she obviously owed Fate a favor.
It was sport at school that started it all, the shame of being picked last in a team. At first my Dam was dismissive, filly fat. That only lasted so long, even my Sire noticed.
“She is going to take after Harriet, and you know how big she is.”
My Dam’s inner mare galloped to the fight.
“Oh it would be my side, don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with her at our Herd Registration?”
At that point I had never seen them have an argument, let alone temper. That was the first time I was sent to my room, convinced I was the problem. Lying awake that night, I heard noises that sounded like a fight. But it was more rhythmic, my Sire grunting and my Dam moaning.
“Oh by the Goddess, YES!”
Then it went quiet.
After school the next day I asked Callas, as we walked home through the woods, his face flushed and he stared down at his hooves. I was shocked when he told me they had been doing, “it.” The, “it,” obviously was important to him, simply because his length started to rise, much to my amazement. Having no male sibling to ask, and being curious I asked him.
“Is thinking about, “it,” causing that?”
His reply was mumbled, so I added. “Do I have that effect as well?”
He nodded, and by know there was no doubt that he was excited. By the Seven Hells, my inner mare was interested. I was flushed myself, and a strange tingling sensation between my thighs. Callas, also appeared more agitated. Poor colt was in such a state, my inner mare gave me a hint.
“Can I see it?”
He looked around. “Not here.”
We moved farther into the woods, and soon had some privacy. Now to be fair I had never seen an equine male member before, it was not as if my Sire wandered around nude. For his part Callas was shy, yet my inner mare would not be denied. In fact she took over, before I knew it, I was undoing the fastening of his leggings. Tugging them down, and nearly get hit in the face.
“By the Goddess, it’s big!”
The unanswered question? My inner mare assured me that it would fit, and that yes, my Sire’s would be the same shape. I giggled, which made Callas cover himself.
“My dearest Callas, it’s not you I find funny, it just explains why my Dam moans so. May I touch it?”
He nodded, but said. “Be gentle.”
A thick shaft arose from above his substantial pair of balls, it’s dark colouration changing to a light pink at the flared end. Reaching out my left hand closed around the base, Callas groaned. It was so warm, my other hand closed around the top just below the flange. This caused Callas to groan even more, more interestingly he started thrusting his hips. This became more frantic, my inner mare wanted it, needed it. Callas gave a longer grunt, a pulse of white liquid spurted in a high arc over my shoulder to splatter on the ground.
“Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.”
I was amazed. “Do you use your own hand to do that?”
“Ummm, yeah. Usually thinking of you, don’t fillies do the same?”
That’s was a good question, as I watched his length go flaccid.
“I’ve never touched myself like that, good fillies don’t so such things.” My inner mare laughed because I was just repeating what many older fillies said. A more important question sprang to mind.
“What were you thinking of me when you….oh.” My face felt hot, flushed. He was thinking he was mounting me, the thought of that rigid length between my thighs. For some reason my inner mare rejoiced at that thought, and certainly my body reacted. A sudden warm wetness, between my legs. The mare within grinned, and answered. “Your aroused, just watch what power that delightful aroma has on our male.”
Callas was baring his lips, the Flehman response. It certainly did have an effect, his length started getting stiff again.
“I’d best get home, or I’ll be late.”
Callas, my poor Callus.
“Wait, just let me think of something dull.”
It went down again, enough for him to get dressed and decent. The walk home was relatively silent, both of us wrapped up in our own thoughts.
“See you tomorrow.” I walked off down the path to my home, not daring to look back. Inner mare approved, something about keeping him guessing. I did not expect my Sire to be in the hallway when I walked through the door, turning to close it behind me. It was the look when I turned back, his mouth twisted into the Flehman response.
My inner mare laughed, but I was horrified and did not wait to see if he was affected like Callas was. Quickly up the ramp to my room, closing the door behind me. My heart racing, as I changed out of my school uniform. The odor of arousal clinging to the hairs of the wet patch staining my underwear, the sigh of relief taking off my breast support. The knock at the door made me jump.
“Who is it?”
The reply was a short while in coming, as if they did not want to be there.
“Yarrow, can I come in?”
She never knocked on my door, in fact she normally ignored me.
“Yes.”
The door opened, she slipped through then closed it behind her.
“Oh, you’re getting changed.”
She looked away, as if discussed by my body. Well to the Goddess with her, I bent to remove my underwear placing them in the clothes basket.
“Fern, have you been messing around?”
What an odd question.
“Why?”
Well our Sire is currently shouting at our Dam about you stinking like a working mare in heat and you were seen with Callas.”
I could feel the blood drain from my face.
“Oh Goddess, it is true.”
“I didn’t do anything, only hold it.”
Yarrow, laughed, which I thought was a bit unkind.
“Wash yourself down, scent if you have it. I came to warn you, because despite everything you’re still kin.”
I did as she asked, put on fresh underwear, and support. A dress completed the look, brushed my hair and tried to look innocent. Only to be interrupted by another knock on my door.
“Fern, your Sire and I want a word with you.”
On opening the door my Dam stood outs
ide. “Follow me, Yarrow, you come too.”