by Johnny Stone
“Huh? Oh sure, sorry.” Nathan… I liked his name; it seemed to fit him perfectly. “Nathan, I don’t want to go back to the stables.” My voice clipped, strained with an uneasy tightening in my stomach. It was the first time that I’d openly voiced a personal want since my capture.
“What?” He turned in surprise, brow raised, coming to a stop.
“I don’t want to go back to the stables. I… I like spending time with you. Ever since all this started I’ve been by myself, and I don’t like it. I’m scared, and you’re the first person that’s treated me decently and…”
I looked down at my feet; my hoof-booted feet that I could barely see overtop my new breasts. I let out a sniffle, eyes misting over. Nathan took a step closer, and I began to shake. I hoped I was right about him. At this point I was willing to take whatever he had to offer, even if it was only his perceived friendship during the course of my training and continued life as a slave.
Nathan took off his sunglasses, slipping them in the breast pocket of his shirt. The gentle warmth of his fingertips caressed the top of my hand with elated results.
“You know something? You are a very pretty pony, the princess of the stables in my opinion.” Princess… Daddy used to call me his princess… “But you’ve always been beautiful, even that day in the assault boat with your visor down, your face hidden from view.” He thought I was pretty even before my pony augmentation? “I wouldn’t have changed a thing about you if given the choice.” I whinnied softly, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.
Nathan laughed. “You’re really enjoying this stuff aren’t you, being a pony?”
Yeah, I was; I would have been lying to say otherwise. I’ve never got into this sort of thing before, of being controlled down to my every action, but suddenly I craved it from the man standing before me. Maybe it had something to do with the remote, and the tinkering that Dobbs had done with the processor in my head? Maybe it was because of the slave conditioning that I’d undergone at Holloway Trading, forcing me to accept an oddly simple and quieting sense of complacency in life that I’d never known before? It could even be because of the physical alteration of my body itself that gave me a sense of unknown pride I’d never had in the past. I could speculate all I wanted, but in all honesty, I knew exactly where the change stemmed from. It felt as if a piece of the puzzle that had been missing all this time was gradually sliding into place, making me complete after so many years.
“Only because of you, Nathan. I…I like being a pony for you.”
“But you’re not mine, you belong to Michael.” He swallowed hard, inching a bit closer.
Oh my God, I’m trembling! Well, here goes nothing. “I’m yours, that is, if you want me.”
“I can’t, Margo, please. If Michael ever found out… I’m not afraid of him, but I’m afraid of what he might do to…it’s hard to explain. You’re going to be presented to your Mistress tomorrow night at the party. After that I can’t stop what’s going to happen to you, Michael-” He’s worried about me; he actually cares.
“Nathan, there’s nothing he can do to me that hasn’t been done already. I’m not afraid any longer, as long as I have you.” I cringed. I couldn’t believe I’d spouted some cheesy, melodramatic dribble like that, but it was true.
I yelped when Nathan’s hands shot to my waist, pulling me against him. He smelled good, very mannish and I drank his scent like an aromatic aphrodisiac. I surrendered to it no different than how I had since the moment I’d been placed in his care.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Margo, but god help me I can’t resist you any longer.” His lips hovered over the nape of my neck, grazing it lightly. I moaned, exposing it further.
“Why,” I stuttered, “It feels right, so how can it be wrong?”
“It’s not wrong, not in a million years.” My body burned from the kiss of his touch slowly moving over my hips, working around to the small of my back.
“I always wanted to talk to you on board the ship, to maybe ask you to dinner or something, but I couldn’t. I’m not very good at this sort of thing, and the time just never seemed right.” He began nibbling lightly at the cleft of my shoulder, tasting my desire-laden flesh with the tip of his tongue. It made me shiver, gasping for breath. Not very good… You could have fooled me, cowboy.
I interlaced my fingers behind his neck, straining to pull myself inside the sensation pressing against me. A bulge of strained fabric probed at my thighs, and I cocked my leg, allowing the predatory appetite that had so effectively cornered me, unrestricted access to its prey. Nathan broke the embrace, looking around nervously. “Come on, follow me.”
I whinnied, shaking my head, swishing my tail excitedly as Nathan took my hand, pulling me off the trail and into the jungle. It only took a few minutes until he found a suitable place for our needs; a small open patch in the jungle, relatively free of ground foliage.
“Stand still, I’m…I’m going to take off your gear now, all right?” I fought to remain calm, trying desperately to keep from shaking.
“Yes, Sir.”
Nathan paused with a quizzical expression before removing my saddle and tack setting it aside. Soon, all that remained was my body harness and boots and a moment of awkward hesitation between us. I was panting like a long distance runner, eyeing the jungle with wide unfocused eyes when he undid the harness strap that ran through my legs. The hot, jungle air felt incredibly cold now. Then, at the worst possible time, a bout of self-conscious anxiety hit me.
It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, but this time it wouldn’t be with ‘just any man’. What if I didn’t please him, what if I couldn’t anymore? I was quickly working myself into a nervous wreck of imaginary disaster. Nathan reached for me and I flinched, shying away from him.
“Margo, what’s wrong?” His voice was so soft, so sensitive… Fingers touched my chin, lifting it until our eyes met. He was so beautiful, so perfect, and what was I? An ugly woman in so many ways that had found solace in being nothing more than a flagrant slut my entire life. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
I shook my head, lips quivering, choking back my tears. Why are you being so nice to me? Just throw me down on the ground, and use me like all the others. “No, I want to, it’s just… I don’t want to disappoint you. I…I don’t deserve someone like you.”
Nathan’s expression grew hard, the steel in his eyes boring into me. So powerful… so commanding… I wanted to look away, but my chin was held firmly between unyielding fingers. “Don’t ever say that, Margo, don’t even think something like that. I could never be disappointed in you, ever. You’re a very special woman, at least to me you are.” His intensity became a slow, accepting smile. “It’s all right, I understand. You’ve been through a lot and-”
I lunged forward, looping my arms over his broad shoulders. “No, I don’t want to go back, not yet! I want you, Nathan, please don’t take that away from me,” I breathed into his ear, kissing it gently. “I need you right now, Sir.”
“I know, Margo, and…and I’m here for you.”
Our lips hesitantly met with a slow passionate embrace of turbulent emotion while I began to completely open myself to a man for the first time that I could remember. Our kiss grew desperate and forceful quickly building into a wild hunger that left me reeling under its trance, wanting more.
Nathan’s hands trailed timidly about my body at first, growing in confidence, massaging my skin with culminating desire. He cupped my breasts, gently at first as if unsure, rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I felt myself melting as a single bead of passion trickled down the inside of my thigh. His exploratory touch began the expectant trip downward, and I lifted my leg, inviting him inward. His fingers easily slipped into the velvet heat between my thighs with viscous ease.
“Oh yes…that feels so good,” I gasped, sucking at his lower lip. “Do what you want with me, anything at all, Sir,” I mewed softly, jerking with a
stuttering breath every time his thumb bumped against my swollen clit. The intensity of sensations was nearly orgasmic in itself, and made me wonder if the doctor hadn’t done some nerve enhancement, as well as cosmetic alteration to my genitalia.
It wasn’t just Nathan’s hands that were driving me to the brink, but the way my body reacted to his smell, to the elusive and inciting fragrance he gave off. I whinnied in his ear, sucking at his lobe, grinding my hips against the feel of his hand even more. My conscious mind succumbed to a wild storm, as one of his fingers pushed its way deeper into my slit. I winced, moaning, clawing at his back. I felt tighter, and the perception of it made me grasp desperately through his shorts for something much larger.
Nathan reluctantly drew away, unsnapping the buttons of his shirt like a frenzied stripper. I’d been with a lot of men in my life, but this was the first time I could honestly say that I was awestruck, speechlessly entranced by the sight unfolding before my eyes. Nathan had the rippling physique of an honest to god, bronzed slice of male perfection. His shoulders were rounded and broad, and his well-defined caramelized pecks and stomach glistened like living stone in the intermittent light filtering around us. An anatomy student would have had a field day studying a specimen like this. But the best was yet to come. His boots came next, followed by his shorts and underwear. When his cock sprang into view, growing thick and long with each passing heartbeat, I about lost it right there.
I thought it was sweet in a way, and I couldn’t help but smile with a strange sense of coy expectancy when he spread his shirt out on the ground for me. Always the gentleman, aren’t we Nathan? It’s funny though; I got the impression that hadn’t been the way with a lot of women in the past. His actions thus far seemed almost hesitant as if trying to read my mind to see what I wanted. It was so different than the confident demeanor he normally portrayed, but then again, Nathan could have the personality of a cucumber, and the boring charm of a stump, and still bed a different woman every night with a body like that. Two and two definitely didn’t add up to four, in the case of Nathan Burke.
He stepped forward slowly and once again I was in his arms, grasping at his back, nibbling his shoulder, pushing reason to the furthest corners of my mind. His skin tasted slightly salty, and felt soothingly warm against my breasts. His hands kneaded my ass, spreading my cheeks, while his harried breath danced erotically across my neck. I giggled like a schoolgirl when my feet left the ground, and he lifted me high into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking us together, because I never wanted to leave from the dream I was living. The seeking firmness of his cock pushed upward, and I instinctively spread myself further, a servant to his needs.
“I want you so bad, Margo.”
Our eyes met, and my chest heaved. A ravenous beast, a greedy animal that demanded to be sated as quickly as possible reared its head in fear of being discovered. What we were doing was against the rules, I knew it. Nathan could get in trouble for this, he’d hinted at it earlier, and he didn’t care. I moved my hips, readjusting them slightly until the head of his cock came to rest against my arousal drenched lips. I pushed closer, arching my back, and he started to enter me. I let go of his shoulders, and his strong hands supported me completely. He entered me in a single, deep thrust of my own design.
I squealed in pain, but more so in shock, as my back bowed in pleasurable agony. Based on my profound experience, Nathan was above average, but I should have had no problem taking him. Then again, I should have figured the doc would have given me a full vaginal rejuv during my pony modification. I could feel every agonizing inch, and my tortured pussy convulsed in delight.
“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, beginning to withdraw until I clamped my legs tighter about him. “Did I hurt you?”
“Uh-uh…just surprised is all. I’m fine. Don’t stop…just go slow at first.” It hurt a little, but I ignored it. All that mattered was Nathan, and the pleasure he drew from me now.
His enhanced strength easily held me to him, and I began to move at an unnatural angle, almost horizontal. My head dropped back and my hair cascaded to the jungle floor in a shimmering river of platinum, breasts jutting skyward. He felt amazing and with my growing ease, Nathan’s thrusts began hunting deeper. I sensed his haste and desire matching my own, building in tempo, pushing me over the edge so very unexpectedly.
“Oh god… Nathan, I’m…” I bit my lip, holding my breath and my toes curled with numbing rigidity. I can’t remember the last time I came by penetration alone, maybe never, at least not this intense. The orgasm hit me with wonderful savagery; it felt like my body was trying to tear itself apart while I sucked in uneven gulps of air, shivering uncontrollably in his arms.
Nathan gave a low groan as my cunt sucked at him with tightening regularity, locking him deep inside a silken vice. I let out a low moan of inconceivability, reeling helplessly from one orgasm to the next in rapid succession, soaking us in a strong, musky aroma. I know for a fact that I’d never had a multiple like this before. All I could do was stare at the leaves above me, glazed with ecstasy, while I bathed in a storm of unrelenting bliss.
Nathan dropped to his knees, gently laying me down upon his shirt. “Ow, this damn tail,” I growled shifting to a hip, beckoning to him with outstretched hands. More, Nathan, please more. I could tell he was at a loss for words, but the expression on his face said all that was necessary. That’s all right; I always had liked the strong silent type.
Nathan leaned forward, hovering over the steaming aftershocks between my legs. He buried his face in it, and my thighs closed about the slight stubble of his cheeks, hands coming to rest on his head. My breath was short and uneven, matching the questing hunt of his tongue that devoured me: sucking, licking, and partaking of me in its entirety.
The smooth firmness of his ravenous appetite traveled upward, flicking at my clit, blinding me with jolts of electrical passion. His meal of flesh continued over my stomach making it twitch, between my breasts, incredibly slow, tormenting my senses, while galvanizing my body. Nathan’s chin and mouth were drenched with lust when they stopped above me. His arms came to rest on either side of my head, and I pulled his lips to mine. They were slick and tender, sweet and salty with the rich taste of a woman I didn’t know yet.
He entered me slowly this time, and I melted around him, lost in his hold. His steady, full stroke rhythm soon grew into a hesitant stabbing, rocking me gently beneath him. I lifted my legs higher giving him complete and unrestricted access. The light tapping of his balls teased my ass, and I pushed my hips enthusiastically upward to meet them.
“It’s okay, Nathan, you can fuck me as hard as you want.” I reassured his questioning eyes, relaxing my aching inner muscles, preparing for the onslaught. Nathan stopped, gazing down with mind numbing sincerity, brushing a stay lock of matted hair from my forehead.
“I could never do that to you, Margo.” I blinked back uncomprehending for a moment.
“Oh, Nathan…”
He would never know the effect those few words had on me. He’d given me so much pleasure and joy already, more than I could have ever asked for. Even if this was the only time we shared ourselves together, it was more than enough to last me a lifetime.
True to his words he didn’t fuck me; instead, I made love with a man for the first time in my life. I would never forget those ten rapturous minutes when I was lost in a nirvana of strangely borne sensation, never wanting to return, but Nathan was in the zone now, gradually losing control of his restraint. It wasn’t long before his labored breathing brushed my cheek, and his thrusts grew erratically desperate. I waited anxiously for it.
Nathan’s face became a painful grimace and his head drooped. He quivered with paralyzing rigidity; it was like our time together had culminated into a climatic release of raw emotion on his part. I don’t think I’d ever felt a man cum with such reckless vigor before. I pulled him tighter against me, thrusting upward, as our bodies ground tenderly together
.
He held himself inside me, unwilling to break the spell between us, despite having grown soft. The effects of our lovemaking still resounded through me, leaving me dizzy and more satisfied than I could ever remember. The aching pleasure between my legs felt… All I could do was moan breathlessly in recollection as my pussy throbbed with residual delight.
Nathan finally kissed me, tender and comforting: my neck, my shoulder, and my breasts fanning the flames that continued to smolder beneath my skin. I breathed deeply, purring in relaxed contentment as the scent of the man who had enamored me beyond logical reason continued to smother all that I was. I could kiss you forever…
“Margo, I-”
“Shhh… I know, I know.” I tenderly stroked his cheek, smiling, lowering my meager defenses completely. “You don’t need to say it, love.” I pulled his lips to mine again, while he held me in his arms on the jungle floor. I’d been right, this place was truly paradise.
***
We made a quick stop at a nearby pool of crystal clear water to wash away the residue of a hard day of training, not to mention the telltale signs our jungle rendezvous, before heading back. We actually splashed and played for a little while in the setting sun, frolicking in the lukewarm water like a couple of kids; it was a short, but very welcome period of carefree laxity I hadn’t experienced in a long time. When Nathan grabbed me at one point, pulling me into his lap attacking my neck with those wonderful lips of his again, my hopes soared it would lead to another bout of lovemaking. Unfortunately our period of content laziness had eaten up far more time than we had available. It was getting late, and Nathan mentioned something about arousing suspicion if we were outside of the sensor net for too long.
Nathan grew surprisingly quiet during the journey back, causing my self-doubt to reemerge. Had I done something wrong, or hadn’t he enjoyed our time together as much as I first thought? I wasn’t in a position to ask when I finally worked up the courage through my nagging insecurity, not any longer. Those damn sensor pods were everywhere the closer we came to the ranch proper.
