by Aaron Evans
Oh fuck. She was going to make me come.
I nickered softly. It was both a proclamation and a question. I knew how well she understood, me. I knew she would realize what I was saying.
She simply looked up at me, smiling as she forced my cock into her mouth.
I was confused. I knew, knew that Mistress Sara wouldn’t want me to come this morning. We had been working for weeks on my training, all so I could be the stallion for the P.L.A.Y. convention.
What she would want is me ready for the mares, and I wouldn’t be if Jana milked me into her mouth.
But I couldn’t say no to Jana. Mistress Sara was my owner, but Jana was my trainer.
What she said went.
Finally, I quit thinking about it, which was the only thing I could do.
I was a pony, after all. It wasn’t my place to make choices.
Then, she pulled her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me. Her fingers still probed and massaged my prostate.
“Would you like to come in my mouth, little pony? Do you need me to milk you?”
I snorted and shook my head wildly. As I have said, that is the closest thing to “yes” a pony can say.
“I think it’s very naughty of you to want to come.” She sounded disappointed. “You know that Mistress Sara wouldn’t want that.” She pulled her fingers from my asshole and stood up. “You are a very selfish, bad pony.”
What I was was a pony on the edge of coming. I stomped and snorted at her, trying to beg with my eyes. I was easily twice Jana’s weight- but she was my trainer.
She was completely in control. This was obviously her punishment for not keeping my eyes closed.
“You don’t make things better by apologizing. You make things better after you’ve been punished.”
Now, I was eager, and unsatisfied. My balls were so full that I ached. I was perfectly ready for Mistress Sara’s demonstration.
Three mares.
My cock twitched at the thought.
“Let’s get you toweled off and then oiled.” Jana gave me a warm smile. “Then, I’ll help you into your gear. We only have a little over an hour.”
I nickered at her softly in agreement.
I would get to come soon enough- as soon as I was fucking one of those pretty mares.
I couldn’t wait.
***
"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."
Mistress Sara looked out into the crowd, smiling. Then, she walked over to where I was tied.
“Marco, our stallion, has been eager for several days now. Whenever we do breeding play, there are a few things to take into account, but his eagerness is one of the most important.” She scratched at my head affectionately, and I neighed and stamped. “He has been prepared for several days, but never allowed to find his pleasure. As a result, buy the time breeding is begun, he is quite ready.”
She reached down and untied my tether. Walking on my left, she led me over to where the spectators were sitting.
Which was the last place I wanted to go.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m well trained. I also knew, on a human level, exactly what it was that Mistress Sara wanted of me. It would be simple enough to comply.
But in a way that few people understand, my human level isn’t the head space I was in. That place was far from me, as well as it should be.
I’m not a human; I’m a pony.
So as Mistress Sara led me toward the crowd, I felt my anxiety build. I didn’t want to go toward the crowd. She had just spent several days teasing me and keeping me hard, and there were three mares right over there.
I’m not just a pony. I’m a stallion. Without giving it too much thought, I started to veer toward the mares.
SMACK. I jumped as she struck my ass with her riding crop. Her attention, her focus was impeccable. I hadn’t even taken two steps out of line before she realized what I was doing. She took both reins firmly in hand, and led me to the crowd.
“As you can see, part of Marco’s gear is an equine cock sheath. This lessens his pleasure, but enables him to last longer while he himself is quite...eager.” She gave the small crowd a wicked grin, and reached down to grasp my sheath.
I froze in place, terrified. If I didn’t focus, it would be easy for me to come now. The tail plug in my ass was a constant, exquisite pleasure, and my cock had been hard all day.
If I came now, I had no doubt I would be severely beaten.
Mistress Sara was holding my cock in both her hands. The sheath is large, almost the size of an actual horse cock. I knew that most mares had to take some time getting used to it, but only the last eight inches of the sheath actually had my penis in it.
That meant that If I didn’t fuck the mares to the hilt of my sheath, I didn’t feel anything. Obviously, this is part of the design.
“...one at a time.” Mistress Sara was explaining what would happen next. “Remember, pony’s don’t ‘make love’ the way we do. They mate quickly and efficiently. That’s why we have several mares.” She grinned at the crowd’s chuckling. “It helps get them ready again faster.”
Carefully, Mistress led me over toward one of the mares. I snorted as we got closer, and pawed the ground in excitement.
I could smell them when we were still several feet away.
Mistress Sara reached down and picked up the vibrating wand that she had been teasing the mares with. When she spoke, her voice was low, gentle.
“Which one, boy? You can have whichever you want.”
The mares were struggling prettily in their bondage, their pretty flanks high in the air. I couldn’t see their faces, but it didn’t matter.
I was a pony. Their scent is what was driving me crazy.
I pulled on the reins, eagerly moving towards the center mare. She had a beautiful backside, and was wriggling fetchingly.
Mistress Sara stepped in front of me, and applied the wand to her vulva. The mare moaned and nickered. She held the vibrator against her as I stepped in, and put my weight against her back. Fiercely, I bit the mare’s neck, and she whimpered. Then, I pushed the cock inside her.
“Oh!” The size of the cock is far more than a woman can easily take with a single thrust- but I am a pony. I don’t think about such things. All that mattered to me was fucking my beautiful mare.
I thrust fiercely and she wailed. Mistress Sara turned the vibrator up to high, and I thrust again and again, burying my cock in her sopping pussy. The mare’s wetness ran out over her thighs, and she was making a high pitched keening noise.
I wasn’t going to come from this. The sheath blocked too much of my sensation. As a result, I was able to maintain my position, with my teeth in her neck, while fiercely, savagely take her sweet pussy. The mare moaned and screamed, but Mistress Sara did not remove the wand until she jerked in her bonds, and wetness ran out over my cock.
“Good boy.” Mistress Sara walked behind me with the wand still buzzing. discretely, she applied it to the plug that was holding my tail.
Oh. Oh fuck.
I whimpered for her, and she pulled on my reins.
Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, Mistress Sara had me stud the other two mares, using the wand to make them whimper and cry as they came. Of course, the viewers were seated at the front of the mares, so they got to see the looks on their faces as I mercilessly fucked them with my pony cock and Mistress Sara drove them to intense, screaming orgasms.
Listening to them scream was amazing. Watching the way their bodies writhed in bondge, as their orgasms swept through them like thunderstorms was mesmerizing. The scent was amazing.
The entire time, however, I couldn't come. The sheath was just too thick. My frustration was high, but Mistress Sara kept me calm by placing the toy against my plug, and I relaxed.
Soon, sooner than I would have thought, the seminar was over. Jana answered pe
ople's questions, and helped them out. When the last person left, they shut the door to the room.
“You were a very good pony, Marcos.” Mistress Sara was unbuckling the straps to the equine sheath. “Don’t you think so, Jana? Hasn’t he been a good boy?”
Jana smiled sharply. “He has.” She took the cock sheath from Mistress Sara, and I was free, but still hard.
“Those pretty mares are still tied up, boy. Would you like to try one?”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. I could still smell them, all over me. I stepped to the nearest one, a blonde, and bit her neck again, She gasped, and writhed in her bondage.
Then. I was inside her.
She was like liquid fire, Even while tied, she was able to grind her body against me, encasing me in warm, wet ecstasy. I swear, after waiting for days, she was like heaven. Her cunt was dripping, honey-heavy, and I knew I would explode soon.
Then, Jana stepped up behind me. I heard the whirring of the wand.
“Such a good, good boy.” She held the wand firmly against my plug.
Oh. Oh FUCK.
I’ve never felt anything like it. She held the wand so firmly that the entire tail plug vibrated in my ass. I held onto the mare, and fucked her as fiercely as I could, while my body was shaking with uncontrollable pleasure.
Then, I came.
I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so loud. It felt like I was going to come forever. I was trembling, and it was as if every nerve in my body exploded.
I stumbled backwards, almost collapsing. Mistress Sara was standing there, and she helped steady me.
“What a good pony.” She reached down and took my cock in her hand. “Let’s see if we can get him ready again, before we untie the mares.”
Jana went to her knees, to use her mouth to get me ready again.
I truly am a lucky pony.
***
Predator
There are a few things I need to clarify about the girl I'm fucking.
The first thing is, "girl" isn't exactly correct, in this instance. Oh, she's female, but she doesn't identify as a typical girl, in any way most would be familiar with.
No, my girl is a Bunny.
Just now, it's morning. I've finished tying her arms over her head, to my hotel bed, and she's wriggling, just a little bit. Of course, she's in her full get up, as she probably will be the entire time we are at the P.L.A.Y convention.
I'd be surprised if she wore anything else, while we were here. I couldn't say much, however. I was in my fur leggings, and still wore my half-mask, although I had left my chest bare.
Our skins were part of who we were.
My Bunny’s pretty legs were covered in striped, earth tone stockings, the same color as her panties. The panties are safely in my luggage, of course- I haven't allowed her panties since I met her.
Yesterday.
Her rabbit-fur bra is on the floor, but she still has her ears on. Usually, Bunny has a little nose and snout on, but I knocked those off of her a few moments ago, while I was fucking her mouth.
I am quite insistent. That's the way Wolfs are. Her makeup was still mussed from my use.
That's the way things are going to be for Bunny from now on, if all goes well. So far, she has been a most eager little pet.
"Wolf-" she is panting as I twirl my fingers around her sensitive little bud. I absolutely adore how wet she gets, how eagerly she begs for me. "I... I need you-"
She moaned then, as I plunged two of my fingers into her silken wetness. Her eyes opened with shock, and my mouth was on hers, devouring her gasps, drinking in her whimpers.
We have an agreement. Her body, her pleasure, belongs to me. I use her as I wish.
I am her Wolf.
"You need me to fuck you."
She nods frantically as I push my fingers deeper inside her. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty shade of pink, and her blue eyes are wide, begging.
"You want my cock."
"Yes, please." She licked my face in supplication. "I need your cock, Wolf. Please."
I chuckled as I teased the edge of her pussy and she whimpered in frustration. "I spent most of my night fucking you, little Bunny. Don't you think you're being a bit greedy?"
She moaned, meeting my eyes. That was something I loved about my Bunny- she knew how important it was to try and hold my gaze.
"No." It was not a word as much as whispered breath. "I know you want me to need you. I know you like it when I'm wet. When I ache. When I yearn."
Fuck.
No woman had ever made me as hard as my Bunny.
"I do." I quit teasing her, as a reward for her courage. I dipped my fingers back into her molten pleasure, and she gasped. "I want that very thing. For now, however, I think it might be a bad idea to reward you just now."
Her eyes grew just a touch wider, and the ghost of a grin was on the edge of her pretty lips. "Have I been bad, my Wolf? Do you need to discipline me?"
"I might." I gave her as serious a look as I could. "You aren't being a good Bunny for me."
There was just a touch of hurt. I could tell she had no idea what I was referring to. Rather than let her wait, I held up a piece of cotton fluff, the size of a tennis ball.
She giggled. "You found my tail. I told you we probably broke it last night."
More than probably. While she had been coming for me, I ripped it off of her belt, quickly, so she wouldn't notice. It was something I had to take care of.
No Bunny of mine would wear her tail on a belt.
"You said you had what you needed to repair it. I'd better fix this so you can be a proper Bunny. I'd hate to have to spank you because you're not wearing a tail."
She giggled again. I knew in that moment that, in the back of her mind, some part of Bunny would not mind a spanking at all. Some part of her needed it, needed discipline. She needed a strong figure who would punish her- whether she felt she needed it or not.
After all, little girl Bunnies never actually feel as if they need a spanking. That's part of it.
"I have adhesive. It's in my little blue bag." She squirmed prettily. "I'm afraid you'll have to fix my tail if you want me wearing it, Wolf. I am indisposed."
I gave her a crafty smile. "Delighted."
I know right where all my toys are, of course, so as I went for her blue bag, I also picked up one of my favorites. It was a large black ass-plug. It’s far too large to be someone's first plug. I didn't know if Bunny had ever taken a plug before, but she was about to.
As I said, no Bunny of mine wears her tail on a belt.
Out of her sight, I dabbed the adhesive on the exposed handle of the plug, and then held the tail. I knew it would take only seconds to bond.
In the mirror, I could see my Bunny squirming against her ropes.
"You aren't trying to get loose, are you?" I kept my tone playful.
"Maybe." There was just a touch of playful petulance in her tone. "I wouldn't want to be submitting to a Wolf who can't tie a decent knot."
I let her squirm. She didn't know it yet, but she was about to get far more than a playful spank on the ass.
"Well, you can quit it." I turned around. "I've forgotten more knots than most people ever learn."
She didn't respond. It was as if I hadn't even spoken.
Her eyes were on the plug.
It's black silicone, and, as I said, it's large. At it's widest point, it's almost twice the size of my cock. Of course, it tapers off- so she can hold it easier.
"That fucker's huge." She practically blurted the words. I thought it was cute to see my Bunny lose her composure.
"It's your new tail." I turned it around in my hand, smiling at her. "I know it looks large, but you can take it."
I could see that she was uncertain. That was fine. I didn't mind it if she were a little uncomfortable now and then. I sat on the bed next to her, caressing her stomach.
"You want to be my Bunny, don't you?" My fingers wandered lower, breezing across the lips of her vulva. Sh
e whimpered.
"Yes, my Wolf." I could see she was anything but certain.
"It's my job to take care of you, little Bunny. I know exactly what I'm going to do."
She relaxed, just the smallest bit. This was what she wanted- me making the choices. It was much simpler when she didn't have to choose to take a massive plug in her asshole.
"What are you going to do?" She squirmed, just the smallest bit. She wasn't trying to get free- only trying to get as comfortable as she could.
"I'm going to do what all good Wolfs do." I gave her a wicked smile.
"I'm going to eat you all up."
***
"Understanding my take on oral sex is a very important part of being my Bunny." I was between her legs, and her scent was washing over me. "When I am in your mouth, who is in charge?"
Her voice was soft. For the moment, the plug was completely forgotten. Every time I breathed, my breath tickled her clit. She was, as a result, very focused on me. "You are. My Wolf is in charge."
I nodded. "For some people, this is the opposite. Their Bunnies lavish their cocks with attention, and learn all kinds of masterful work with their mouth." I gave her pussy a gentle lap with my tongue, and she moaned. "Is this the case with me, Bunny? When I am in your mouth, are you sucking my cock?"
She was trying to angle her pussy towards my face, but failing. There was no way she could get any more from me than I wanted to give. "No." She gasped as my tongue teased her pearl. "Because I'm not sucking your cock. You are fucking my mouth."
I leaned into her and gave her several quick licks as her reward. She was tangy and sweet, with a copious amount of wetness that I loved. It amazed me how easily she became wet for me, and I enjoyed licking her dew as she whimpered and moaned.
"True. When it comes to my cock, I am always dominate to you. It doesn't matter where you are, or what hole you are servicing me with. I am your Wolf, and my word is the law of your heart." I tongued her again.
"Ye-yes, Sir."
Now, I used my fingers and held apart her shaved pussy lips. Her clit was hard as a pebble, and I could see how it rose forth from her clitoral hood. I breathed on it, and she whimpered from my hot breath.
