Rough Rider

The room smelled of hay and sex. "Come on- big boy- stop squirm'in!" I slammed my hips down, the studs length pulsing inside of me, sending out a small pulse of pleasure as he slid inside of me. He looked like he was in pain, grunting and snorting as I rode him hard into the pile of hay. He started bucking hard, squirming around my insides as he threw his head back. It started to make my breath a bit ragged, his thick rod filling the void and sending a squirming pleasure through my stomach. "Don't you cop out on me ya-!"

I held my hat to my head as I rode his length down, slamming hard into his pelvis. "Can't- gonna-"

The red beast proved a bit weaker than I was used to, spilling is load before doing a damn thing for me. "Son- of- a-" I slammed down and ground his length as he pulsed inside me, a warm feeling flooding my lower body as he lost his composure. I let out a soft sigh as I gave a final buck of my hips, feeling him going soft inside me as I did. I stood up, letting his limp stick slide out of me with only the smallest feeling of slimy pleasure running through my legs. "Dissapoint'in partner, yer a damn workhorse, suppos'ta have some stamina." I cleaned up with the stallions tail and pulled my pants up, slamming my belt together and stomping my boots to sort out my clothes.

The red stud was already limp, laying sideways across his stomach. "Eeeyup...." he mumbled as his head fixated on the floor.

I ran my fingers along the brim of my hat and walked out, the warm sun and the smell of apples greeted me. I spotted the main house and started up towards it. An orange mare quickly trotted out to meet me. "Howdy partner, you Caroline?"

I put my foot on the first step and leaned into it. "Carolin, yep that's me." I flicked my hat upright, "You the folks callin for a Vaquero?" She gave me an odd look. I let out a rough cough, "You the folks with the problem right?"

She walked down and did a single lap around me. "Before I forget, I'm Applejack. Ya look familiar."

I realized what she meant immediately. "Cause we both got freckles." I scratched my head. "So yeah...that's- ...actually dang, yer right we look alike." I looked the mare over. "Cept my hat's black." I said with a quick laugh. "So you're the folks with the coyote problem right?"

"Not coyotes, but I think yer the right person. Come on in." she walked back inside and held the door open for me. "Hey you didn't see a red stallion out there did ya?"

I walked up, stepping inside and looking around. "Yep, he's in the barn."

"What they hay is Big Mac doin in the bar?"

I turned away from her and scoffed. "Big Mac...pfff."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing, so ya'll got a problem?"

She nodded, leading me towards a large sofa. She took a seat, letting me take the one across from her. "Got some trouble in Appleloosa, Braeburn asked me ta find someone ta help. You think you can handle some varmints?"

I set my bag down and pulled my rifle out. An old slug loaded shotgun with a beautiful wooden grip sat fat and happy in my gloves. "I think I can handle it."

She stared nervously at the gun. "That ain't loaded is it?"

I looked at the gun and quickly put it back away. "Heck naw. That'd be dumb as shit."

She gave me one last odd look before walking over. "So...I guess you're the person fer the job. We can't pay much but-"

I waved her off and crossed my legs. "I need a place to stay and some food, the rest is free."

She looked stunned, her hat nearly flying off the back of her head as she shot upright. "Well heck, really?"

I nodded, tipping my hat over my eyes. "I've been cooped up in Oklahoma too long, change a pace'd be nice. And I got other reasons...."

"Well that's-" she was cut off by the door swinging open. We both turned to see the red pony from before limping across the hall with his tail between his legs. "Big Mac, what's wrong?"

I stared at him from under my hat. He immediately caught on and looked away. "Nothin'."

"But your leg...somethin the matter sugar cube?"

I stared at him as he joined us in the living room. "I uh...tripped."

I nodded and drew my hat down. "Gotta be careful out there." I noted loudly.

He looked away and started limping away. "Yep." he sounded broken, good. Can't even hold out for five minutes.

My host watched as he trailed off, his tail was already starting to matte up from the mess he made. "Well...come sit with us. You met Carolin yet?"

He shot upright. He let out a rough cough as he started limping towards the exit. "Nope."

"Well then-"

"Nope." he backed out of the room and left us alone.

"Huh...well...I guess...you uh, wanna get goin'?"

I stood up and tapped my toe on the ground. "No time like the present."

Applejack stood up and started off towards the front door. She lead me off their property and into town. Things were quiet as she lead me into the train out of town. "So, get to Appleloosa, find a stallion named Braeburn, tell him I sent ya."

"Yep, sounds good." I stepped onto the train, quickly holding onto the door as we pulled away. "Ya know, always wanted to do this!" I hung half out of the train as I waved my hat at her. "So long partner!"

I quickly got pulled in by an angry looking mare in a hat. "Ticket?" I pulled the stub from my hat and handed it to her. She looked at it for a while before handing it back. "Apple weirdos."

I ignored her and started walking to the train boxes. Most were empty, but one at the far corner had a young stallion in it. I ducked into the doorway and looked at him. "Howdy."

He jerked his head up, throwing a book at the ceiling. "Whoa hey! Uh...howdy." he looked nervous, cute little thing. I walked in and sat next to him. "Um...my room...I-" I cut him off as I ran my hand along his barrel. "I- um...I-"

"Shh...don't yell, don't shout...just let me take care of ya." I started kissing his neck as I rubbed his stomach.

"I don't think I- ...I was reading...and I-" his voice caught as I grabbed him, his manhood quickly starting to poke out of it's hidy hole.

"Well...look at you..." I took his meat in my hands, squeezing it hard as I wrapped my right arm around his body. I leaned my head into the cross of his neck and kissed his jaw as I pumped his length, letting my hands go to work on him. I licked along his jaw, leading up and chewing on the tip of his ear. "So what's your name." I cooed softly into his ear.

"I'm-m-m...." he stuttered as I ran my thumb around his tip. "Dusty, my name's Dusty."

"Mmmm, Dusty...you like it when I do this?" I asked coyly as I nipped at his ear, my hand still keeping him tense. "Does it feel good?"

"I don't-" I held him at the base, stopping my movements and feeling him twitch in my grip. "Yes- yes- yes."

"You want more, you wanna be a stud?"

He started snorting as I teased his tip. "I don't- I don't know what that-"

"Mount up colt, you're about to find out." I stopped my pumping and held him upright as I drew my pants down and hoovered my sex above his. "Relax colt...I'll take care of ya...."

I quickly pressed his tip against my mound and leaned back, letting the warm sensation resonate through my stomach as I sat back on him. He let out a long whimper as I took him in. "I can't- too hot- too tight!"

I cradled his head with my arms and stared into his eyes. "Flattery- mmmm-" I grinded his groin, letting his member tug at my flesh. "- will get you everywhere."

He started grunting as I worked his pole. "Can I- fuuuu-uck! Can I kiss you?"

I let my fingers lace into his mane. "Sorry stud- oh! -we're keepin this simple." as cute as it was for him to ask, he was just meat. No need to get him attached.

"Ma'am...ma'am...I can...it's coming...."

"Not yet!" I hurried my thrusting, the fire growing in my lower half as I rode him. "Come on...just a little more, come on you little shit!" I slammed back hard, feeling him pulse hard inside me. I slammed down hard and wiggled around hard as he came. The warm load finally did it, sending my nerves haywire as that familiar warm sensation took over my lower half, making my legs twitch like mad as I rode him through.

I could hear myself let out a shrill scream as my body lost it's fight for composure, twitching from the amazing pleasure running from my groin, the spazmatic pleasure lasting what seemed like forever before dimming down and letting my gather myself. "Three...studs...good job, kid...good job."

I let him slip out of me as I stumbled forward, his warm liquid leaking out and tracing down as I stood. I let out a sharp whistle. "Colt...clean up."

The colt looked groggily over to me. I had put my hands on the seat across from him and was presenting. "Wha?"

"I took care of you, take care of me, clean up."

"What do I do?"

I let out an annoyed grunt. "Tongue, pussy, now."

I watched as he realized what I meant. "I can see it...coming out...do I have to?"

"It's yours, now get to it!" I watched as he leaned in, jumping a little as I felt his breath on my burning sex. What followed was a tentative lick.

"Oh- dear Celestia that's...."

"Shut it stud, now clean up!" he slowly leaned back in, making a few strange noises as his tongue ran across my sex. It felt nice, his slick tongue quickly dragging across my sex and lapping at me.

"I think- I think I'm done." he leaned away and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. I ran my hand over my sex, the warmth dying down and the stickiness mostly gone. I pulled my pants up and moved to the stallion. I sniffed his breath, he's gonna taste himself for a while after this.

"Yep...good work stud." I squeezed his shoulder as I walked out of the room. Leaving the colt tired and confused as he stared at me. I ignored him and found an empty box. I settled in and took a quick nap. It felt nice to finally get rid of that tension that built up over the last few days.

Whatever town I was heading to, they better grow em strong or that town's gonna be full of broken men.