by Aaron Evans
"My." She smiled at the crowd. "There we go."
Some of the crowd chuckled. Mistress Sara had a winning personality and a pretty smile. I couldn't help but think how easy it was for them to laugh, however.
None of them had ever been on the end of her crop.
"Breeding your pony has a lot of misconceptions that go along with the territory.” She paced in front of the small crowd, tapping her crop against a gloved palm. "It's assumed that it falls into the same kind of territory as sex with anime foxes, or furries yiffing." She shook her head. "This is a much older affectation than most people realize, and as a result, there is a lot more tradition, history, and of course, gear than most people realize. " She glanced over at me and gave a reassuring smile. "Today we will only cover some of the basics. For those of you who are interested, there is an internet out there. It might have some information.”
There were some general good natured chuckles at this. Mistress Sara turned from the crowd, and walked over to where the mares were fettered.
It was good that I was across the room. More than anything, I wished I could smell them. From here, however, that was impossible.
"I trust that you took very good notes while Jana prepared our mares, but just to make certain, I will go over what we see here." She stepped to the first one.
Just looking at the woman made my cock twitch.
The mare was bound, with her front hooves behind her back. Her hoof boots had her on tiptoe, and her pretty flanks were in the air. Even though her tail was secured by an ass-plug, it was secured to her side with some veterinary tape. She had been shaved smooth, and I could tell how aroused she was, even from here. She glistened with wetness.
"You will see that Jana did a good job of preparing this mare before Marco was even brought into the room. This can be very important, as the stallions are often quite strong." She smiled ironically. "It's easy to find that you can lose control of a stallion when a mare is near. If that's the case, and he gets away from you and mounts her, you'll need more than a riding crop to make him stop."
The crowd murmured and chuckled appreciatively, but I really wasn't paying attention. The pretty mare that Mistress Sara was tending to was writhing in her bonds, and my Mistress tapped her twice on the flank with her crop. I could tell that they weren't light taps' they left red marks on her pretty backside.
"Often, you will want to prepare your mares by hand. Today, however, I see that Jana used a tool." She held up a plugged in vibrating wand. "This is acceptable, of course, especially when you have more than one to ready."
I could hear the hum from here as she switched it on. Almost casually, she applied it to the second mare's upturned pussy. The mare nickered prettily, her backside writhing. Mistress Sara held the wand there, perhaps a moment too long. The mare started to tremble, and I was certain she was going to come just from the attention.
Then, the wand was off.
"Preparation of your ponies is of vital importance, as an owner. You have to remember that they don't have the ability to do a lot of things for themselves. Therefore, you have the responsibility."
Preparation was one of Mistress Sara's strong points. Even before I had seen the mares, I had been hard as a rock, and my balls felt full to bursting.
It had been a long morning. My preparations had started at 6 am.
***
"Wake up, Marco." Jana was shaking me gently. "I have to get you ready, boy. We have a long morning ahead."
Waking up was the last thing I wanted. Mistress Sara's training sessions had intensified the closer we came to the convention, and I was a bit sore. I rolled over, but in no way made an attempt to get up.
"That's not a good pony." Her voice was cross. "At least roll so that you are facing up. I can start grooming you while you wake up."
I knew better than to push Jana. She would have her crop handy, it was just the way she was. If I didn't roll over, then I would be waking up to having my ass beaten red.
Grumpily, I rolled over.
"There's a good boy." She purred. "Let's see if we can't give you a little something to wake you up."
I felt the bed move as she climbed up on it. As I blearily opened an eye, I realized she was straddling my face. Almost before I saw her shaved sex, I smelled her. Jana smelled like autumn woodsmoke.
Just the musk of her was enough to make my cock hard.
"Let's have some breakfast, and then we can get on with your grooming." She had a wicked grin on her face. "Come on, be a good boy. " She lowered her pussy to my mouth.
There is literally no better way to wake up.
Eagerly, I lapped at her cleft, relishing in her taste. One of her hands rested on the headboard; the other buried itself in my hair.
"Fuuuu-ck." She drew the word out, as if she relished saying it. "That's a very good pony." Her hips rocked back and forth on my face, as she controlled where my tongue went. Sometimes, she would bear down and make me devour her wet hole, ever pushing my tongue deeper into her rich wetness. Other times, she would hold me steady on her clit, and whimper while her nectar dripped into my mouth.
But she always moaned the loudest when she made me eat her ass. I knew it was only part physical pleasure- the other part was forcing a six foot seven inch man eat her tight asshole. Jana got off on her power, which was fine with me.
Being forced to eat her asshole made me rock hard.
This was a fairly typical morning, although sometimes it was Mistress Sara who used my mouth. Either way, before I got out of bed, I was made to eat my breakfast, every single day. Rare was the day where my cock got any satisfaction during breakfast, and I knew that today wouldn't be any different.
Today they were breeding me. They would want me as pent up as possible.
"Let me turn around." She smiled darkly, her amber eyes glinting. "I have something special for you today." She moved away from my mouth, and turned about. When she resituated herself, all I could reach was her asshole.
Happily, I tongued her tight, musky hole. Her moans were wild, whimpering things as I hungrily ate her.
"You're a hungry pony today, aren't you?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "That's good. I might have something extra for you, if you're good."
Then, I heard the whir of her vibrating wand. She traced it gently along my already-hard cock, and I nickered softly, licking her asshole as if it were heaven's own manna.
"I know you like that." Her voice was smoky, dark. She did it again, and electric pleasure jolted through my body. "But that's not for you, pony." She held it beneath herself, positioning it between our bodies. I was certain it was square on her clit.
"Oh, oh fuck, little pony." She gently rocked back and forth on my face. "You keep eating me, and I'll see about your grooming."
I felt the warm oil she poured on my cock, and gasped.
"Shhh. Be a good pony." She left the wand where it was, using her body weight to hold it in place. "Eat my asshole so I can see what a good boy you are."
With her body weight holding the vibrator, Jana's hands were free. She was massaging the oil into my cock and balls, and I was having a hard time keeping control. Carefully, she stroked my balls, making certain to get oil into every nook and cranny. When she was done, she tended to my shaft.
"Goddamn." She was panting as she tended to my cock. "I love the way you eat my ass, little pony. I always do. "
Her hands were small, and she could easily grasp my shaft with both of them. I whimpered and nickered as she twisted her hands. Covered in oil as they were, it was a singular sensation- one hand twisting one way, and the second in the opposite. She worked me with a fervor, and I felt my balls tighten against my body.
"Of course you can't come, little pony" She was close to coming herself, I could tell. She could barely speak without gasping. "That’s for later. You have to be a good boy."
I tried to focus on her asshole instead. It was the softest, sweetest skin in the world. I devoured her, eagerly trying to please her
even as she fiercely worked my cock.
I couldn't stand this forever, I knew. Eventually, I would have to come. If I dared come, without permission, on a day where I was scheduled for a public breeding...
It would be disastrous. I couldn't say what Mistress Sara would do (both to me and Jana) but it wouldn't be good. I had heard that Mistress Sara wasn't above using electrical toys to punish particularly naughty ponies.
That was the last thing I wanted. I had heard stories about electrified urethral wear- that sounded exactly like something Mistress Sara would be into.
No, thank you, I would be a good pony.
So I focused, whimpering with pleasure as I devoured Jana's asshole. She spread my legs apart and resumed massaging my sack when I got too close.
"Of course, I have to get you ready for that pretty tail." One lubed finger dipped gently into my asshole, and I whimpered again.
Fuck. There was nothing I enjoyed more than anal stimulation, and Jana knew it. She was testing me, pushing my limits.
She was sadistic.
However, even as she teased my asshole with one oil soaked finger, I guessed that she couldn't last much longer herself. Her legs were starting to tremble in the way they did before she came, and her asshole was clenching and puckering even as I tongued her sweetness.
"Fuck, little pony." Her voice was a husky whisper. "I think you're going to make me come." She pushed a second finger into my asshole, and my breath caught. Moments later, she was gently stroking my hard cock.
"Poor li-little pony." I heard the whirring intensify as she switched the vibrator up to high. "Not going to get to come for a while yet."
No matter whether I could see her face or not, I could hear the smile in her voice.
Now, her hips were thrusting her asshole back against my mouth, and she was whimpering as I tongued her. Her fingers froze in place inside my body as she didn't even bother trying to pleasure me anymore.
"God, I-" She paused as my tongue dipped inside her body and she gasped. "I told you I had something special for you this morning, little pony, but I didn't-” she gasped again. "I didn't know you'd get it so soon. Oh. Oh fuck, OH-"
Then, Jana was coming.
Quickly, she thrust herself backwards, still holding the toy on her sopping pussy. Within moments, without warning, she began to squirt in my mouth.
God, but I loved it.
It was more than just the taste. It was her scent, her musk. I knew it better than I knew my own face in a mirror. I loved the way she squirted on me, in small spurts, and then a steady stream of salty, sweet musk.
As much as possible, I held my mouth open, trying to drink her. I held my tongue still as she moaned, and the wetness slowed.
Then ceased.
I felt her stop the vibrating toy.
“Goddamn, pony. You do love your breakfast.”
I nickered for her, and sat up, nuzzling her side. My cock was still hard, and my balls felt full. She chuckled.
“You need to get up. I need to groom and shower you.” She looked down at my cock. “Maybe if you are a good pony, Mistress Sara will let me take care of you.”
I nickered for her again- but I knew that would not happen. I was to spend part of my day breeding three mares.
They would want me to stay hard all day.
***
With some cajoling, Jana got me into the shower. There was barely enough room for her and I both, but she showered me almost every day,so she was accustomed to it.
“Not getting any shorter, are you?” She grinned at me and reached up to my neck. “Bend down here, so I can scrub your mane, pony.”
I nodded my head down, trying not to pay overt attention to her pretty, perky breasts. I knew from experience that she rarely wanted the attention after I had eaten breakfast. Her needs were sated.
“I think you’d look better if Mistress Sara would let me shave your head. Easier to wash too. Turn around.” She pushed at my shoulder.
I turned my back to her, and she scrubbed me with a rough loofah. I knew that Jana enjoyed this as much as I did, in a way. They keep me fit, and I am quite well muscled from my training.
Scrubbing me down was a pleasure for both of us.
“Open your legs, little pony.” She was still behind me, nudging my thighs. She scrubbed the loofah down the crack of my ass, washing the oil away. Still, I was somewhat slippery. I arched my ass backwards against her, and she giggled.
“You still want some attention, don’t you?” Her finger traced deep into my crack. I nickered softly as she slipped a finger inside me.
“I’m wondering if I should give you an enema this morning.” She pushed deeper, and my cock stiffened. “It might make taking your tail easier.”
I snorted, and shook my head. This was the closest expression to excitement a pony got. Jana was wonderful with enemas. Usually, the pressure on my prostate meant it was very easy for me to come.
“Probably not today.” She sighed, sounding almost sad. Slowly, she pulled her finger from my body, making certain she massaged my prostate as she did. “We need you to be all pent up for the mares later, pony. I can’t go making this easier on you. Turn around.”
I nickered softly as I did, nuzzling her neck. Her elfin face was beautiful, looking up at me through the steam.
“Close your eyes. No looking.” I did as her hand passed gently over them, and felt her gently scrubbing my face, Soon, she moved down over my muscular chest and arms, and then was washing my thighs. Once she did my right leg, she spoke again.
“Right leg on the side of the tub, pony.”
I peeked, so I could see what she wanted. Then, I raised my leg. She was scrubbing my foot, and then was working on the other leg when she suddenly looked up and saw me watching her.
“Bad pony! Didn’t I tell you not to look?” She was exasperated. “I knew it wouldn’t do you any good to see me here on my knees in front of you, but you’re a naughty pony. You just couldn’t do as you were told.”
I neighed softly in apology, and then blew, letting my lips flap.
“No. You don’t make things better by apologizing. You make things better after you’ve been punished.” Her voice was stern. “Stand still. Stand still, or so help me God, I’ll have you flogged, show or no show.”
I knew better than to push her- Jana could be a real bitch when she chose to.
Looking up at me, she wrapped one of her small hands around my thick cock. It always pleased me so much to see her hold it in her hand; I looked so large compared to her diminutive features. She looked up at me, a wicked grin on her face.
“I need you to be a good pony.” Her voice was a soothing whisper. Slowly, she began to stroke my cock, the water, steam, oil, and soap making it more than slippery enough.
I nickered softly, looking down on her.
“Do you think you can do that?” She was using both hands now, trying to get me completely clean from the oil and the soap. “Can you do as you’re told, or will you need some discipline?”
Her voice was high pitched, innocent and sweet. She was every teenage girl, who dreams of horses. She was taking care of her unruly pet, a naughty pony who didn’t have the sense to understand how precious she was.
I snorted, trying to sound contrite.
“I hope you can be good.” Slowly her tone changed. “I hope you can show me what a good pony you are, and work to make Mistress Sara happy.”
Even through the mist, I could feel her hot breath on the tip of mycock. As she stroked me, it took everything I had not to give into instinct and mount her. I was far, far stronger than she was, after all. And here she was-
No. I knew better.
“If you’re a good pony, I know that Mistress Sara will let me reward you.” Her tongue teased the tip of my cock, and I groaned. “I know I’d love that, little pony. I’d love to spend the night grooming you and taking care of everything you need.”
Then while I looked down on her pretty face, she took my cock in
her mouth.
I snorted, and shook my head as Jana deep throated my cock. I knew she took it as a matter of pride that she could take all of me without gagging. In a way, it was a dominance thing. Even though I was large, she loved showing me that I wasn’t big enough to make her choke. She loved proving that she was woman enough to handle my pony-cock, and could do it without any difficulty at all.
God. Her mouth was like heaven.
The fact that she could take me without gagging was one thing, but I never even felt a hint of Jana’s teeth. She was warm and wet, and my eyes partially closed as she sucked the length of my shaft, with her hand playing with my balls. She looked up at me for a long moment, and then closed her eyes.
Then, she started working my cock in earnest.
Jana knew exactly how to work me, how to make me feel as if she were the dominant one even as she sucked my cock. She was rapid, intense, as she took me in her mouth. This wasn’t something she was doing for me, it was something she was doing to me.
I was her pony, I had no way to stop her. I groaned again, and my hips, almost of their own accord thrust forward as she took me.
Then, I felt her fingers trace their way around my side, and I nickered excitedly. Her eyes opened, for just a moment as she played with the edge of my asshole.
FUCK. I loved the way Jana took care of me. Her eyes flickered open again, so she could watch the way my body arched as she gently pushed a finger inside me. This time, she went much further than before. pushing deeply inside me as her wet mouth bathed and tended to my stiff cock.
It’s impossible to describe, but I always feel as if I get harder, somehow, when she she plays with my asshole.
Now, with both her fingers inside me and her wet mouth working me over, I couldn’t possibly help myself. My hips thrust back and forth, both pushing myself into her wet willing mouth, and impaling my asshole on her probing fingers. I groaned, long and loud, and I felt my balls pull up tight. I felt my muscles begin to tremble.
