>”Honey I’m headed off to work!”
>You yell down the hall and wait for a response.
>You hear your mare drop whatever she’s doing and rush down the hall to see you off.
>The moment she rounds the corner you see her face is full of…concern?
“Another full day Anon?”
>”Yep, unfortunately the boss’s got me running around to all the execs offices to meet with them about the new suppliers.”
>The short mare looks down and shuffles her hooves.
>”Is something wrong dear?”
>She finally musters the courage to meet your eye.
“Well, umm…I’m just not comfortable with you being around all those mares…the way they look at you…and they’re all so much prettier a-and successful—“
>”—Hey!”
>You kneel down to eye level with her and hold her furry withers.
>”Listen to me, I love you more than anything in the world. I’m not interested in those other mares, ok?”
>You pinch her cheek and kiss her nose—earning a soft smile from her.
>She still looks upset though.
“A-Anon?”
>”Yes?”
“C-can I ask you t-to do something?”
>”Anything for you love.”
>She looks sheepishly away before locking her wavering gaze on you.
“Can I mark you?”
>You catch your breath as her question tries to take it away.
>To be marked by her meant to carry her scent. It was a method of claiming a partner and signified loyalty to your one and only. Needless to say it was a significant milestone in your relationship just to mention it…let alone to actually carry it out.
>You look into her confident but nervous eyes and see only love.
>”Of course you can.”
>Her face lights up like the fourth of July and she pulls you into an excited kiss.
“I’ve been thinking about how I’d do it…”
>She pulls off with a husky voice.
>Her hoof reaches towards your crotch and tugs at your waistband.
“Hopefully you don’t mind getting a bit messy…”
>You pull her into another kiss and move to the couch.
>She breaks away and whispers her intentions into your ear.
>Then she pulls back and laughs at your bright red features and wide eyes.
>It doesn’t matter, It’ll make her happy and that’s all that matters.
>Her hooves move to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants.
>Your hand moves between her furry thighs and starts groping around.
>In no time at all you find the relatively cool furless skin of her apple-sized gonads.
>She pulls open your pants to reveal a brand-new pair of white tighties. 
“Compression shorts would be better but these will do.”
>You make a mental note of that so you can put on the proper clothing next time. 
>Her hoof reaches behind the band and starts fondling your junk. She looks up at you with a grin.
>Marking was a mutual activity, even if you were the only one who was in immediate need of it.
>After a moment of rubbing around her balls you bring your hand back to your face and breath in the coating of sweat and musk that covered it.
>Yeah she definitely skipped the shower this morning.
>Although she knew of your infatuation with her parts, she doesn’t yield to give you better access. Instead she prods her muzzle behinds the waistband and takes your member into her mouth.
>”Ohh yeah!”
>The sensations of her swirling velvety tongue and her hot breath filling your crotch makes your head swim.
>But you never forget about her.
>You bring both hands down to reach around her barrel.
>One finds her heavy nuts and the other finds her sheath nub.
>You start rubbing and fingering them with wanton lust.
>Your hand moves up to cinch around the base of her testicles—the thinner region that connected the danglers to her body.
>That area feels particularly sweaty and much hotter.
>The other thumb presses into her sheath and bottoms out on her retreated cock-head. 
>Oh shit you forgot.
>You pull that thumb out of her musk pocket and put it in your mouth to lube it up.
>She tasted like a heavy spice—somewhat metallic; characteristic of naturally kept, unwashed skin.
>You reinsert your spit-covered digit back into her sheath and find that she’d started extending.
>A few muffled grunts come from your waist band as the burrowed mare’s head bobs and slurps ravenously at your sex.
>With the help of a slick thumb her cock pops free and hangs low and heavy between her strong legs.
>You waste no time tending to her exposed tube of nerves.
>From experience you start by extracting some lube.
>You squeeze her member at the base and pull forward to milk some pre from her.
>A teaspoon full of clear goo squeezes from her equine cock head into your waiting hand.
>Immediately it goes right back on her as you start stroking her entire length. 
>You reminisce at the feeling of her thick, throbbing penis.
>You couldn’t count the number of times this part of her body had been embedded in yours.
>That naked flare and sensitive medial ring that saw more of your rectum than it did the outside air.
>You shudder at the thought.
>Just last night she was screaming and bucking wildly as she clung to your back and penetrated you from behind.
>The memory of feeling her hot syrup spray your innards like a pressure washer made your toes curl.
>Normally you’d wait at her sheath entrance to take her as she emerges…just to avoid the cool air scaring away her hyper-sensitive shaft.
>But you were quick to lubricate her with pre this time so she was fine.
>The schlicking sounds coming from her crotch start to rival the ones coming from yours.
>”Oh…I’m cumming!”
>You grunt through clenched teeth as your mare takes you as deep as she can and presses her forehead into your abdomen.
>Just as you start to lose it she brings a hoof up to knead at your testicle bulge through your strained pants.
>”Aaaagh!”
>You let loose in the welcoming environment of your lovers mouth as she coaxes you to do just that.
>Part of you feels some reservation at letting loose within the confines of your clothing, but you remember that her muzzle is there to keep you from making a mess…not that it would matter in the long run anyways.
>You give her a surprisingly large amount of cum and she holds it in her cheeks as she pulls off your spit-slicked phallus.
>She leaves your glistening glans protruding from the top of your waistband as it snaps back in place somewhat painfully.
>Somewhat satiated, she sits back on her haunches and scoots closer to you.
>Her eyes are half-lidded with erotic satisfaction as she swirls her tongue around in a mouthful of your essence.
>She does this for the better part of the next minute as you spit on her penis and start stroking her more vigorously.
>A hoof grabs your hand and brings it to her mouth.
>You cup it expectantly and she spits out a bit of your pearly white semen.
>Obediently you bring it back and start stroking her member with it—bathing her sex organ in your cum.
>The moment the reproductive liquid touches her mucosal membranes she starts flaring and dribbling more pre.
>It was almost like a biological reaction to the absorption of the proteins and chemicals in your product.
>She dangles a sperm-wad down to her belly and starts rubbing it into her fur while unabashedly humping into your strokes.
>Her flaring tip becomes too enticing and you start licking the naked pink cockhead.
>It carried the strong metallic taste of sheltered flesh as well as a sweet and salty hint of your cum.
>You focus your efforts on suckling on her urethra.
>The little siphon was just protruded enough to get a good lock with your lips. 
>As you tongue her opening you tug on her balls—kneading and squeezing them to stimulate the production of more juices.
“Mmgh!”
>She grunts with a mouthful of sperm.
>Another wad of cum-saliva mixture enters your field of vision as it dribbles down her crotch around the base of her cock and down her already sticky balls. 
>You massage it in for her—happily rubbing your brand of scent deep into her most private of areas.
>Anyone that got a whiff of her would also get a whiff of you.
>It smelled so strong that you were sure anyone down wind within a reasonable distance would smell your cum.
>If anything they sure as hell would see it.
>Especially when it dries a pasty yellow-white.
>She spits out more into your hand which you rub into her butt crack; coating her anus, dock and gouch.
>By the time you wipe your sticky hands off on her furry thighs, her cock is several inches down your throat.
*gulp—aaagh!
>She swallows the rest of you and cries out in exasperated breath.
>You feel her entire cock pulse with pre-eminent contractions.
>She’s cumming.
>Her cock pulls out of your throat and dangle a heavy spit string as her eyes suddenly shoot open.
>She has a mission to accomplish.
>She rushes with waning lucidity as the precipice of her orgasm balances on a prolonged flare of her untouched cock.
>Your mare bumbles into your chest and hugs your neck as she hastily thrusts her cock towards your crotch.
>You could tell she was trying to get it under your waistband so you quickly oblige.
>Nimble fingers open up the elastic clothing and you shove her fat cock down into your underwear.
>Her eyes are glassy with pleasure and her mouth hangs open next to yours as her thousand yard stare pierces the wall behind you.
>You could smell your cum on her breath.
>Her trembling hips buck with uncoordinated pleasure into your underwear.
>Once her cock is sufficiently crammed up against yours she lets loose with a strained grunt.
>She squeezes you like a boa constrictor as her cock head flares in the crevice of your thigh and testicles. 
>The bulbous tissue expands so much that you chuckle and stroke her mane.
>This was really pushing her buttons. She didn’t usually flare this hard on climax.
>Your other hand moves to cup her contracting testicles…and just in time.
>With a jolt she lets loose her first spurt, a short and weak expulsion of pre.
>The second contraction hits her long and hard as a continuous, super-soaker style stream of semen spurts right into your crammed genitals.
>The stream lasts for a solid four seconds before waning—emptying nearly a quarter cup of her testicles contents into your crotch region.
>Damn you could feel her testes physically shrink during that.
>A strained breath punctuates her contraction and a third replaces it.
>Even more of her watery semen coats your semi-hard penis and balls as she shamelessly shows you how what the inside of her testicles smells and feels like.
>The hot syrupy fluid runs down your balls and between the crack of your ass to warm your butthole. 
>Then it makes a pool in the seat of your pants.
>The mare bucks softly and her cum-slick cock slips out to lay beside yours…also slick with her cum.
>She continues excreting more of her reproductive liquid on you.
>Damn, it feels like you wet your pants…or she wet them for you.
>But she isn’t finished.
>As her third and fourth contractions hit, she pulls her snake out of your pants and it promptly snaps to attention—arcing the last sting of sperm gracefully across your entire abdomen and chest.
>The every tip of her last drop hits your chin.
>She sits there trembling and panting.
>Her deflated balls sit loose against your darkened and thoroughly soaked underwear.
>Her cock points right at your face and dribbles remnant sperm.
>You wipe it off for her and lick the mess off your hand.
>What you can’t get you wipe away with the couch blanket.
>You don’t think twice about it.
>This whole house and everything in it would look like a Picasso painting under a blacklight by now.
>Her hooves rub the goo into the skin of your abdomen and she somewhat sheepishly wipes her own product off of your shirt and tie.
>She was only partly guilty for staining your shirt.
>She pushes off of you and you come to a sitting position with an uncomfortable squelching in your loins.
>She giggles and pays no mind to her freely hanging (and still leaking) limp cock that was resting on your cushions.
>The smell of her bleachy cum fills your nose and sends your head spinning.
>There’s so much of it.
>You zip up and re buckle your belt.
>When you stand up you feel like your underwear gained at least a pound of weight from her wet gift.
>Your butt was thoroughly soaked through and the wet stains were starting to form elsewhere.
>Despite the discomfort of the wet clothes, you couldn’t keep your erection down.
>Her semen seemed to act like viagra and the feeling of her warm slime lubricating your genitals made it all the more arousing.
>Your underwear starts soaking through a few places and you feel some of her ball juice start running down your legs.
”Heheh! Have a nice day at work!”
>You look down at her mischievous yet genuine smile.
>So worth it.
>You caress her cheek before planting a sucking kiss on her lips.
>”Thank you love.”
>Then you bend down to her splayed out legs and pick up her noodle dick.
>You hold it to her belly and plant a kiss on each wrinkly testicle.
>”Thanks for the mark gals!”
>She giggles and you plant a final, loving kiss on her squishy cock-head while looking her in the eye.
>And with that you shoulder your backpack and head to work.
>Once thing’s certain, you were your mare’s and she is yours.