Pony Dream

by Waterwalker

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7200

A developing relationship between a man and a stallion set in the Old West.

OK, you know the premise:
Several humans get a one-way ticket ride to Equestria. The usual pony/human mayhem ensues... sort of.

Published 2016-10-10 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-10 16:30:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Isn't This A Fine Mess

MLP - Pony Dream 1

The placement agency had sent me to Dodge Junction to work at the cherry orchards ... just because I spent my summers working at my uncle's orchard. When I was growing up.

Well, my skills as an auto mechanic won't be needed for at least the next 100 years. That is if the ponies even want the blasted cars.

Oh, who am I you ask. Well, my name is Scott... Scott Jensen.

A year ago I had a small auto shop in smoggy LA. Things where going pretty good: my busy business had quite the great rep, my crew was great, and, most importantly, I had customers that paid their bills!

Everything changed one day when a hole opened up in the sky. Just like a grade B movie. But it was real. One moment it was there... the next... gone... along with bits of buildings, lawn furniture, plants, animals, and 251 people.

Why did this have happen when I was fixing the roof? God forbid that it rains in a citified desert!

By now you know the drill: confusion, anger, sadness, crying, and no cellphone coverage. Yah, I know, sick humor, but that's how I kept my sanity thru all of this. I mean really, a world of intelligent ponies, griffins, and cows... COWS! I love steak. How can I have a friendly chat with a Holstein one day, then eat her the next.

Now get your mind out of gutter. First of all... she's a COW! Secondly I'm gay. Not the type that pretends that they gay so that they can get that special Federal funding to start a business (well... it did help), but the real deal. As long as I can remember, I've been gay. And being gay in the "modern" US of A was a lot better than the "dark ages" of recent past.

But this not the USA... hell, it's not even Earth!

So here I am, stuck on a small planet, somewhere in some galaxy, with about 2 million intelligent, talking animals, and 251 people. That's 250 straight people. Hey, straight people are ok, little kinky, but ok... many of my friends are straight, and I have friends that are gay... on EARTH! Wherever that blue marble is. Hell... the stars in the night sky don't even match up with any of my star charts (What? Why do you think I was repairing the roof! I've got big feet!).

And don't talk to me about their moon... it shows up like every freaking night! What up with that? I can barely see the stars with that beaming orb bathing everything in a quiet blue light.

Well, it is a lovely orb.

But I digress. Here I am. In Dodge City. Dealing with cherry trees.

Now I'm beefy, but I am NOT going to spend my summer days "bucking" cherry trees... that's just silly. But it works for them. And anybody... err... anypony society that is willing to help complete strangers, even strange-looking strangers, well then, who am I to complain. I just offer suggestions. Like pruning techniques, fertilizing (they have got a lot of that!), and a few other things my uncle taught me. And in exchange I get a few bits. Now isn't that quaint.. oh wait, didn't Earth's modern cashless society invent the Bitcoin? Or was it the other way around. The parallels between earth and Equis are truly amazing.

Things are going well. I have a nice little house (not on the prairie) nestled near the outskirts of town. The town is ok... like right out of a Hollywood Western movie set. But a town with good food (veggies! veggies! and more veggies! Yea!). Great peop... err... ponies. And the weather... well... from LA to Dodge Junction... not much difference.

I have a good consulting job. Made a few friends... pony friends. There are even a couple of humans here as well: Twenty-two year old Jennifer, and forty something Kathy. They're good people. In the beginning we met almost every day. Crying sessions they were. With them being the better criers. But as the days turned into months we all seem to adjust to being lost I space. In part because we humans, no matter how bad it gets, eventually we put on our adult underwear and move on with our lives. And so...

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And so another hot, dry day almost ends. As I flop on the couch I remember the cup of cool, cool, water... on the kitchen table! Oh well, I get up when it's nice and warm. It just feels so nice just to lay down. Why do I need to quench my thirst. I can wait.

Knock knock knock

Really? I just laid down.

"It's me!" the flowery voice sang.

"Please, don't act like a stranger and come on in."

The door swings open and Starburst bounces in and leans over and kisses my forehead.

What is it with these ponies? They are SO affectionate.

But, she makes me smile every time I see her.

"Want to share a pie? I made your faaaavoorite."

"Peach?"

"Of course it's peach, just for my special human."

Yes, I like peach... in the land of cherries and prairies.

With creeks and pops I slowly rise off the couch. "Please sit down and I'll go in the kitchen get a couple plates and some forks."

With genteel grace Starburst wiggles comfortably on the left side of the couch. I recently noticed that she sits differently from the other ponies: Where they tend to sit on a chair or couch much like a canine would, she sits upright. Her hind legs touching the floor, and her forelegs rest on her rear thighs. In position she's almost the same level to me when I am sitting down (perhaps it is to make me feel more comfortable when we are together).

"Wwould you like anything to drink."

"Yes please, some water."

Living on the Prairie makes water a special commodity. Offering it to guests is a sign of heartfelt generosity.

And with two plates, two forks, one serving knife, and two glasses of water, I managed to swagger back in to the main room.

"Oh Scott, you're such a gentleman."

"Only the best for the fairest in the West."

Actually The town is on the east side of the continent, but old habits die hard.

"Soooo... why do I have the pleasure of your company AND peach pie?

Starburst fidgets with her fore hooves, and moves her from side to side. Helt, I know it must be something seriously bothering her.

I place a hand on her shoulder, And in the most comforting voice: "It's OK, you know you can talk to me about anything."

"As your counselor I've always tried my best to make sure that you have made as smooth as a transition as..."

"Did I mess up somewhere... with some pony?"

Starburst is taken aback: "oh no harm, you've done extremely well. From the reports I get from other counselors you've adjusted a lot easier than most of the humans."

Feeling a little relieved I shrug my shoulders. "Well, I'm intelligent fellow. Back on Earth we had trained gorillas to use sign language, and we have whales and dolphins that were practically the equal of us in intelligence. The major stumbling block was communication."

Smiling I continued : "And your magic translating spells help break an important barrier. Without that I'm sure we would all perished from fright."

In between bites Starburst says: "I'm glad that it worked out for all of us."

Then there is that pregnant pause. I know there something bothering her; and it's something about me.

"Sooo Starburst. tell me what's wrong... what's bothering you?"

"I'm worried about you. You seem happy on the surface, but I sense a certain amount of sadness deep inside you. What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything: I'm more than your cultural counselor... I'm your friend. Please, please tell me."

The look in her eyes causes me to melt. And with the heavy sigh "OK Starry, it's spring time. And I've noticed there is a certain something special in the air." Shifting a little bit I nervously continue: "Mares are prancing around, with stallions watching... eyes bulging out." "Amongst other things bulging out." I murmur.

Her cheeks blush, but her eyes remain cooly steady.

"Well" she stammers "Springtime is when mayors get in... heat, and…"

She fidgets even more. This must be very uncomfortable for her to talk about.

I Interrupt her: "I figured as much. Back on Earth much the same thing happens." After a deep sigh I continue: "it's rather pleasant to see, sometimes humorous, but the less pleasant."

There is a pregnant pause between the both of us. I know she wants me to continue, but the way she's blushing I'm sure that her face will burst out in flames.

"OK Starry. All this is going on all around me and… and I'm a little lonely."

"Oh." Is her soft reply "You know I would help you in anyway I can."

"I know, but it's not your problem."

"But you're my friend. And I don't like to see you like this."

"But I can't see... I don't know how you could be help me. It's not like there is a dating service. Besides, the other humans are... normal."

She gasped at that last statement: "don't say things like that. From what you have said about your world it's ok for women to have a relationship with other women and vice a versa for men."

Now it's my turn to blush.

"ok, ok, ok. You got me on that one."

She continued: "our culture has long been excepting in these matters. With none of the stigmas that your society had."

"Have you considered dating a stallion?"

"Well… sort of. In my world cavorting with animals is frowned upon, and some places illegal." The floor she could retort I continued: "but this is not Earth. Living here with intelligent beings: working and playing along side... just plain talking to you'all... I no longer view you as ponies... err... I mean..."

Now it's her turn to to put a hoof around my shoulder.

"I sort of understand." She said. "We react the same way: when we talk to the cows are the buffaloes… The way we relate to them is different animals." She continued "our mindsets probably makes it easier for interspecies relationships."

"Very interesting. I never really thought about it that way. But, I don't know any stallions that.... their door swings the other way."

Then her face lit up with bubbly excitement: "What about your next-door neighbor?"

I spat out the water I was drinking. "WHAT!!!"

"Yes your neighbor. Why don't you ask your neighbor out for a date?"

"You mean Silver Streak? I barely know him. I mean, I see him occasionally, and we just talk light stuff: like hello. Nice weather we're having. You know stuff like that. Besides, is already in a relationship with... with.. I think his name is Thor.

Starburst just looks at me with a slight smirk on her face.
"Well him and I frequent the same after-hours bar. I have overheard several conversations he's had with his friends. He's always asking them about you - and it's not about how well you work... if you know what I mean." She said with a twinkle in her eye.

"He has? Well... I... don't know what to say."

"Don't say... do."

I swear she has somehow seen the Star Wars movies. She always stresses a point by quoting Yoda. How DOES she do that!

And before I can blather out anymore incoherent sentences, she stands up: "Well search your feelings and think about it. It does you no good to pretend you're always happy."

I escort her to the door: "Starry, i'm sorry if I made you a little uncomfortable. Thank you for being there."

She gives me a warm hug. "Think about what I said.
You can talk to me any time... except for tonight. I have a date!" she beamed.

I wiggle my eyebrows "Well, well, well. Could he be the one that you are always swooning over?"

Starburst's face reddens as see flashes me a steely look.

"You go girl! Now I will give you some 'inside' info...

I lean over and whisper in her ear: "he has the hots for you."

She squeals with delight, then dashes off in a light cloud of dust... her rump a sway'n and ah juggle'n

Don't talk to tonight? I think to myself. Hell, I expect to see for next few DAYS!

And with that I close the door, clean the low table, put the dishes in the sink, and...

and...

I'm pondering.

I go to the bedroom, take off my clothes, slip in to bed, and...

I'm pondering.

So MISTER Lightning asks about me...

He asks about me?

Silver... might...

like me?

Author's Note

The Good, the Bad, and the the Ugly... all comments and suggestions are welcome.

Chapter 2: The Storm (clop)

I awake. It is the pit of the night, when everything slumbers, even the stars. The breeze is nervous. The back of my neck tingles. Suddenly bright light bathes the room. Equally as sudden, it is dark. Another dry lightning storm.

I get out of bed and my hardon leads me through the house. In the empty living room I climbed up onto the couch. Why were the curtains closed? Stupid. I pulled the cord and expose the big picture window. I looked outside, and I let the outside look at me.

Another flash of lighting.

Then I saw him.

My neighbor stood in the side yard like a marble statue. He was blinding white, as if his muscular form and animal fur were composed of searchlight rays. Seeing me, he turned, displaying a body rippling with power and grace. I felt his eyes roam over every inch of my naked body. He pawed the turf, and nodded.

His cock slid from his sheath. It fascinated me. It was like sunrise. The horse's cock was different from my own. Blunt, where I'm rounded. Oily where I'm not. But clearly a cock. A gargantuan cock that poured from his sheath like a river over a waterfall. Pink and glistening. It jerked and grew stiff. It smacked against his stomach.

My jaw dropped.

The white stallion dominated the area. He turned... and disappeared around his house.

I was stunned. Did I actually see him and his... his...

From behind me I hear the doorlatch.

In trotted the white stallion. How did he do THAT? He was walking in the opposite direction just moments ago! This magic thing... really, amazingly, incredible!

He ducked his head to pass through the door. Hooves clunked on the burnished floor. Dark eyes enfolded me with his power. He stopped. My heart thudded in my chest. I turned to face him, my cock pointing right at the white stallion. He snorted. He turned; displaying his sleek, magnificent muscles. But that fifth leg! It was hard and throbbing. He stomped a hind hoof, like a vizier ramming his staff against the floor to force a subordinate to obedience.

I stand with window behind me... just staring at him.

My heart hammers. My chest rises and falls as if I've run a marathon. My hardon twitches, starting to drool precum.

Fucking hell I wanna fuck!

This need to explode must be what werewolves feel right before they transform. I strobe with energy. I blaze with savagery. It's the season. I know it. I need to be bred. Come on, yeah, do it, I'm ready! I feel slutty. I'm a cock junkie in need of my fix.

The light flickers in the yard. In the microsecond between flash and dark.

Beware! Catastrophe is coming. Something devours the glittering stars. Line squall. An arc of clouds. Anarchy of nature, curving in a great bow from horizon to horizon. An electric orgy crackles beneath trailing skirts of vapor. And yet for all the violent lightning there's no rain. None. As if it's not being created. I hear crickets and frogs.

"Nice ass, Horseboy." This rumbling voice, blends with the thunder.

"You've always had a nice ass, though."

He is beauty and power, the white stallion who now rules me. He comes at me, head high. His tail streams like a plume of smoke. The white stallion high-steps. He's always been a show off, and when I grew brave I sought to imitate him. My eyes seek what they naturally seek, but shadows lay thick in his groin.
"Checking me out, aren't you, Horseboy?" He snorts. "You horny fuck."
The stallion canters round me, eyes fixed on me. Three times, then he halts. A flash of lightning. Yes, now I see. His pink phallus is thick and greasy. His balls are so swollen he has to trot with hind legs splayed to keep from crushing them.

"Big cock," he says. "For a human. You grew up right." He twitches a shoulder, as if shrugging.

"Just to make things clear. I'm not interested in your cock. I just like knowing the sex of my mare."

Mare. That word. Bees swarm through my stomach. I smell him.

My foot paws the floor.

I drool.

Each and every stallion has his own distinct scent. They're all earthy smells. Take Shaka Rex, for example. I can recognize him from ten feet away. Plow the earth, turn up black sod, bend down and sniff. That's Shaka Rex. Red Peril? The smoke from a cedar fire. Thor? Heh-heh. Cocaine, man. Thor smells the way cocaine makes you feel. But this one, the white stallion of my dreams? Ever spend any time near an electrical substation? Ever listen to that low crackling hum? Smell that ozone? That's it. That's the smell of the white stallion.

"Yeah," he says. "I know you like me. But how much do you need me?"

He sidles up to me, looking down. He's a king. A Caesar. His lips curl in a sneer, daring me to try to escape. He bounces a bit on his forelegs. Power and violence teethes beneath his creamy fur. Muscles strive.

I can't breathe. It's like being at the crest of a roller coaster's loop.

Slowly he steps closer. Should I turn around now, and let the bliss begin? Fuck, I want to.
"You don't do anything but look at me."
Ten feet away. Five feet. One foot. He sets a hoof down an inch away from my bare foot. His teeth gleam in a flash of lightning. If you've never been around a stallion, don't let their grace and beauty fool you. They're power. They're elemental fury wrapped in a cocoon of flesh.
"You smell dirty. Horny. Slutty. You're a mare, Horseboy. A mare that needs a colt inside her."
His breathes me. He guzzles my scent like beer. His huge nostrils linger above my shoulders.

"Show me your armpits."

I clasp my forearms behind my head. His nose approaches my pits. Again he breathes. His huge tongue licks his lips. His head lifts to the sky and he lets out a triumphant whinny.

"Breeding time!" Delight flickers in his eyes like a blacksmith's furnace. He devours me. The white stallion doesn't touch me. He doesn't look into my face. His eyes roam over my flesh as if my form were something precious to him. A possession. He examines my pectorals. He nods. He checks my biceps. He nods. My stomach. My thighs. My calves. He sniffs each bit of flesh.

"You've wanted me forever, haven't you?"

I croak, "Yes." My throat is dry.

The stallion lingers a long time at my groin. Just breathing. Just breathing Horseboy's sweaty funk. I let him. Look at my hardon, horse. Look how you make me feel.

"Turn around."

"Do you want to see my ass?"

"Hell yes I want to see your ass!"

Slowly I shuffle round. To prostitute myself before the stallion. I want to draw this out. Tease him, the way he's teased me. Step by step, slow as molasses. Let him see my flank. And when I'm turned around I whore myself. Arch my back. Butt out. Let him lick his lips as he ogles the curve of my butt cheeks. The nervous light flickers on my buttocks. Let him guess what the shadows in my crack hide.
He smells my sweat. I let him know my need.
He whistles. It's a wolf-whistle, like what you'd hear a construction worker toss a bimbo. "Yeah, Horseboy. That's prime ape ass. My type. Round. Muscled. Tight."

His teeth fasten to my ass.

"Yowl! You bit me!" Pain throbs in my right buttock.

"Couldn't resist. Couldn't resist. Now turn around. And look at me."

Slowly I turn back. He's the horse, the master. I'm his boy. We've always known it. The stallion bends his head down like a king leaning from his throne. His eyes are obsidian. His ears twitch.

"I know what you want." murmurs the stallion. I'll give it to you... if you've got the balls. Do you know what you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Well," he says, "that's part of it. But I want more. I want to breed you. That's different from a fuck. I want to ... re-create you as something more. Call it transfiguration. Make you into the thing that you really are." His nostrils come so close to mine that we share breath. "Good. You smell hot, Horseboy. You turn me on. You make me want to do things to you, you know? I've watched you strutting around for months, showing off that sleek human body, and I look at that tight butt and all I can think about is making a colt come alive inside you."
I swallow. "You're not one of those spirit things ... those spirit guides, are you?"
"Absolutely not. I'm flesh. I'm blood. And I'm semen. To hell with spirit! I'm here to breed!"

Ever had a Christmas, or a birthday, when you got the exact present you need? Not the one you asked for, not the one you want, but one that unexpected gift that came from someone who knew you eerily well?

"Yeah, Horseboy," murmurs the stallion. "I'm going to breed you. From top to bottom, you're going to be nothing but my cum. It's what you've wanted all your life, isn't it?"

Quivering, I nod.

"Yeah." His lips flutter. He wants it as badly as me. "You want to do it with me, don't you. You're honest. I like that. I'll go rough on you. Don't let that frighten you. Real men like it when a stallion gets rough."

I shiver. "Do you want to fuck me here?"

"The bedroom," he says. "You're as deviant as I'd hoped. Good."

Lightning sizzles nearby, and during the flesh we transition to my bedroom.

His smell is ten thousand times more intense than mine. The clatter of hooves reverberates like an avalanche.

The white stallion trots through the doorway into my bedroom. Fuck... what an ass. Strong and muscular. And that tail! Hiding then revealing his pucker and his giant, heavy nuts. My eyes fix upon the white stallion's swinging balls. He senses it. He holds his tail to show them off. They're huge. Two cantaloupes full of microscopic unborn horses, swimming in blissful testosterone liquor. They bulge in a creamy white sack. Fuck, I can hear his seed sloshing in them. Christ, if I had nuts like that I'd fuck all day. Hot damn! I'm going to get this beast off!

The white stallion trots past a harness. "Interesting. But it doesn't work for me. Ah. Here." He makes his way towards ... yes, an oversize clothes trunk.

I straighten my back. I flex. I strut.

The white stallion halts beside the trunk. He looks back at me. His hind hooves shift anxiously, the way a boy's feet do when he has to pee. He raises his tail high.
"Lick my balls, human."

I kneel. Big stallion nuts dangle like fruit, ready to be tasted. I cough up spit and lick my lips. Don't want to fuck this up. Don't want to disappoint the first stallion I service.

Slowly I reach out. My hands tremble. I touch them. They feel like soft chamois. His flesh shivers. I flutter my fingers along them. You know the way you tease a man's balls to make him cum harder? I sniff my fingers. Pure horse: Meadows, hay, sweat, and sex. Drool cascades from my lips. His musk. Damn.

"You like how my balls feel, boy?"

"Fuck yeah."

They quiver under my fingers. They pulse. They are the source of life and lust and I'm touching them.

"Lick 'em, human. Show me that you care."

I'm a drooling slave to horse balls. Spit gushes down my chin. A rope of precum sways from my cock. My tongue touches his balls.

Hear me, world? I'm tonguing a stallion's nuts! He likes it. I like it. We need it.

A horseboy servicing the unnatural lust of the white stallion. I'm abasing myself before a horse's glorious power.

As I start to lick my heart gallops. At last I'm free.
His balls are warm and supple beneath my lips. The skin is tougher than a man's nuts. It has to be, to contain the fiery novae within. His tail swishes against my back.

"Lick," he croons. "Lick me the way you've always wanted to."

I begin on the backside, my nose in his taint. As I slurp on his salty balls I caress the inside of his thighs. The white stallion parts his legs.

"Do me right, Horseboy, and I promise you my colt."

Watch and listen, guys. Here's your first lesson on slaking a stallion's lust. First you lave his right nut. You soak it till spit hangs from it. You lick. You pucker. You caress. Then you tongue the groove between the testicles, from the apex of the taint right down as low as you can get. You nibble his seam. Gently, of course. You don't harm nuts like these. One kick and he'll kill you. The nibbling drives him crazy. Then you move on to his left nut. You know you're doing right when his haunches twist and his tail swishes.

I crawl under the stallion. I lick the bottom of his giant sack. It covers my face. I look straight up at his swollen sheath. The lair of the horsecock. A rod of might. His horse cock quivers.

I laugh. Fuck, this is joy!

"Happy Horseboy," mutters the stallion.

I creep further between his legs. His body is a sky full of muscle. I angle my face to work the front of his balls. My forehead presses against his throbbing dick. I smell my spit and his musk. His hooves shift uneasily. Stamp impatiently.

Suddenly the white stallion snorts. "Decent job, human, though I've had better. Let me reward you. Lie down." He chuckles. "Face up, you slut. I know you need me in your ass but do as I command."

I stretch out on the floor. The stallion steps backward. It's my job to keep my arms and legs from getting pulped under his hooves. He stops when my head lies between his fore hooves.

"You see my sheath? Yeah. You always check between a horse's legs, don't you?"

I can't look anywhere else. There's a great one-eyed beast staring at me from those velvety folds. My butthole puckers.
"You're a dirty, filthy, sick, horsecock loving human. And you're mine! "

"I'm yours," I breathe. I mean it. It's a marriage pledge.

"Watch me, Horseboy. Look at my big horsecock."

The stallion's cock is thick, alien. From this angle -- head on, the best way to view it -- the urethra is gem cupped in folds of flesh. The organ is pale pink in color and it glistens with oil. Blood fills it but it hasn't yet completely stiffened for ... insertion. I whimper as the shadow of horsecock slides over my sweaty torso.

"Touch me," the white stallion croons. "Touch my cock, Horseboy. You've helded many a cock. Now touch mine. The one that's gonna breed you."

Yeah, I've touched cock before... but I've never touched... horseflesh... the first one I'm going to take up my ass. I feel like a little boy who's found someone's used jockstrap. His fucking dong is a behemoth, even for a pony. I reach up... and Jesus H. Christ, what a feeling! Horsecock in my hands. A giant fuckshaft. He's going to ... breed me with this thing. He's going to put his colt maker in me. Energy surges within it. I am its slave. Forever.

"Point it at your face." His laughter blends with the thunder outside.

I know what's coming. I know I want it.

The white stallion's urethra is thicker than my little finger. When it gapes open I get a fleeting glimpse of a golden disc. I grin. I arc up off the floor just the way I do when penetrated by a big cock. The golden disc grows larger. Turns to glittering wasps. Piss splatters. I moan.

His piss anoints me head to toe. Its fumes are heady and make my mind spin. Like a hose I direct his piss up and down my body because I sense, as if communicated through his piss, that's what he wants. I almost cum when it pours over my cock. I direct the steam into my armpits. I wash myself free of my own odor, substituting his for mine.

"That's right, Horseboy. That's right." He croons. "Make yourself my mare. I want to smell myself when I fuck you."

He doesn't grace me with his full bladder. Once I'm branded with his scent he pinches off the flood. I can't help but revere one who knows what is precious and knows he should hoard it.

"You've been good, Horseboy," mutters the stallion. "I left a gift for you."

A golden drop beckons from his cock. Grinning, I sit up and snatch up with my tongue. I shudder as it slides down my throat. It's slimy and stringy and its smell lingers in my nostrils for a long, long time.

I hear him take in a huge lungful of breath when I start licking his cockhead. He rumbles as he exhales. I feel the blood coursing into the divine instrument. It thickens until the narrowest part, just behind his head, is thick as my bicep. It stiffens, rising towards his belly. I stroke his shaft. The flesh is slick, as if coated with motor oil. There's no way this thing could fit down my throat. But I still picture it. Unhinged jaw. My throat, swollen from within. My eyes, hazy with delight. My nostrils, flared, slurping up the equine scent pouring from his sheath.

I picture him, the white stallion, eyes rolled back, ears flat against his skull, tail thrashing, stomping his hooves, as I lay there and service his gargantuan cock.

"I know you want to," says the stallion. "But just put it out of your mind. Humans can't suck horsecock worth a damn. If you're good, I'll visit you again in another night, and I'll take you someplace where you can watch ... something, heh-heh, suck me."

His cock quivers, ramrod stiff, throbbing against his belly. I lick down the side just to please him. To remind him I'm there, between his legs, ready to slake his lust for human butt.

"Enough," he says. "Breeding time!"

Hot damn! I scramble from beneath him. Once again I feel like a kid who has gotten the gift he needs.

"How do you want me? Where do you want me?" I hop from foot to foot.

His eyes? Not warm. They glitter, cold, appraising me. "You should already know. Bend over the chest."

I obey. I rest my palms on the bale and thrust my ass high. Sweat trickles from my balls.
"Like this?"

"Like that." Hooves clomp as he eases towards me. "Sweet money ass. Only good thing about your species."

At first I think I felt his cock, flickering at my butthole. And that thought alone nearly makes me cum. I melt and I think, Fuck yeah! But it isn't cock; it is his tongue. His big tongue, the size of my palm, probing and invading my pucker. I let free a great shuddering sigh. It's a nasty invasion, full of moisture and air, as he snuffles and licks me. I groan when the tongue enters me. I whimper as it sinks deep.
His tongue feels wide as His cock. It doesn't advance deep. I arch my back and I spread my legs and I thrust my butt against his nostrils. Yeah, boy, I need what you got. Is this what a mare thinks? He finds my prostate and he thrusts at it. No human can match that trick. I whimper like a bitch in heat and grind my ass against his face.

"Eat me," I beg. "Eat my ass!"

Then his tongue is gone. A shadow falls. Suddenly his fore hooves crash onto the bed in front of me. His cock stabs against my buttocks as he hunches.

Something hot as sin drizzles onto my spine. Horse precum.

"I like my mare to do the heavy lifting while I handle the drilling. If i'm gonna do human, I guess you gotta make some compromises."

He thrusts. He misses. I think he does it on purpose. His huge shaft stabs along my stomach and chest. I stare at it in shock. The damn thing reaches from my thighs to my chest.

"Whoops, sorry," he says. "Missed." He chuckles.

He draws back, hooves shifting, and thrusts again. Again he misses. This time his giant meat throbs against my back. His motherfucking cock must weight forty goddamned pounds just by itself.

Needing what he's got, I reach back, seeking his cock.

"No, stop," he commands. "This is where the stallion takes over."

Again he hunches. It jabs against my asshole. He whickers. I've said it before but here on the cusp of penetration I'll say it again. His cock is huge.

"You want this, don't you, Horseboy?"

"I need it!"

And I do. I don't know what'll happen when the huge instrument pierces me. I just know I need his alien presence inside me.

He presses deep into my socket. If I were Starburst I'd have that giant thing in me now. Bet she's in her home now, streaming juice, just smelling this stud. I've got him, and my tight ring doesn't surrender pleasure that easily.

"Yes, Horseboy, that's my cock. That's my cock, pressing against your ass. I'm a stallion and I'm going to breed you." He grunts. "Ready or not, here I come!"

"Wait!" I cry. "Lube!"

"Done," he says. "Don't worry."

He stabs in....

Everything changes.

Horseboy is finally a horse's boy.

My ring irises open. He pauses and I get a moment to rejoice. I got a half a foot of stallion cock in my ass. It doesn't hurt. Maybe it doesn't hurt because I want not just a half a foot, but a yard, of throbbing equine fuckshaft. Or maybe the pain that I've would have experienced as a human slips with the thrust of pleasureful hardon. For him, my anus is a gate and my colon a land of forbidden pleasure. For me, his cock is my god.

"Holy shit," I mutter, panting, clawing at the blanket covering the chest. "Goddamn, that's nice."

Rings of crimson light float up my spinal cord from my ass to my brain. I shift, moving a bit on the stallion's meat.

"Yeah," snorts the stallion. "It's hot when a horse fucks his boy!"

His cock lurches upward, a motion so strong he pulls my upturned buttocks against his stomach.

The beast isn't at all gentle. He's consumed by the red fog of his lust. I'm his vessel. The stallion grants me those brief seconds for my organs to readjust to the titanic reality of his invasion. Then it's time to increase his pleasure. He is relentless. The shaft sinks deeper into my straining butt. I feel the great cockhead inside me, pushing everything aside, and creating room for the behemoth. I groan. I hear the white stallion chortle with delight.

"It's always like it," he mutters to himself. "They can't believe it when I finally give 'em what they need!"

I moan. I urge myself backward, to take more of the horse inside my straining body. I beg for more and he gives me more. The stallion's shaft thickens towards the sheath. The act of joining pony to man seems to take forever.

"Jesus," I breathe.

"No," grunts the stallion. "Celestia is a bottom. Nice ass, though."

"How much are you going to give me?"

"Every thing. The way I always give it."

And, in the end, he doesn't stop his insertion until I feel the soft folds of his sheath nuzzling between my buttcheeks. There were moments when I pounded my fists on the bed, pleading for him to stop. But I never gave up. Horsecock is a drug.

He twitches his meat, whipping me.

"Yeah. Who's my mare?"

"I'm your mare!"

"Damn right."

I feel bristly fur against my back and butt. I feel his heartbeat, resounding through my body as if it were a great bell pealing over some tiny village. My heart surrenders, synchronizing its beating with his, my master, the stallion who takes me.

"Does it hurt?"

"No," I say.

No pain it all. It's all pleasure. I'm a membrane of pleasure, wrapped around a giant cock.

"Well," he says, "remember this is night. When we do it again you'll be begging for Sultan to take it out."

Sultan?

"Let's fuck," he grunts. "Gotta make that colt!"

He withdraws. I moan as each inch slithers free. I almost cry. The emptiness he leaves behind is shattering. It is as if I'm being drained of life and vitality. The stallion eases back until his cockhead holds my anus open wider than a fist.

"Feel that?" he grunts. "Feel my cock?"

"Fuck me!"

"Who's the master here?"

"You are!" I bellow.

"Don't you forget it. Let's fuck, Horseboy!" He whinnies. "It's what being a pony is all about!."

He's violent and furious. His strokes hammer like detonations of dynamite. He's brutal. He's intent on his need to fill me with seed. There's no concession to human frailty. There's no pretense of love or tenderness. And goddamn it, I don't want him treat me like a little human. If a mare can take him, so can I. I need to show him that my tight ass can take it.

He screams pure pony... and fucks... mane and tail flying.

I stagger and struggle to steady myself on the chest. Muscles bleed through his body. Hooves stomp furiously.

I can't escape. Why should I escape? I'm joined with him. Horsecock has unified us.

Slut mode has overcome me. When the plunging power of his cock makes me arch my back, when my gaping hole makes me thrust back against him, when slurping sounds cause me to whore for him. I've seen the mares do it when stallions take them into the bushes. The mood just swims up from somewhere deep inside them. They join in harmony with some unseen sexual melody. Stallions expect it as their due. The mode pure instinct. Any stallion that blesses you with such pleasure is entitled to abasement.

Each stroke he pumps into me tells me that, yeah, this pony likes what I got. That, just like me, he looks at the form of another species and thinks, yeah, I want me some of that. Each stroke is a step on a journey that will joins us forever, when the union of stallion seed binds human to pony.

I buck and I twist and I toss my head and I work, 'cause I want him to know how much I like horsecock in my ass. I want to lay with him a field. I want to dribble his seed from my ass. That not having his cum up me drives me nuts.

I probably started cumming when he filled me with horsecock. I don't recognize it for a long while. Then I look down, to discover my cock firing volley after volley of cum onto the chest and slathering my belly. I'm sure the white stallion sensed my orgasm as my ring shrank against his plunging shaft, and took it and united it with his own, greater, and more godlike rapture. What does a stallion care if his mare cums? It's all about the breeding.

"Gonna give you my colt maker." he grunts.

He's a stallion. A breeder with a giant cock. It's the mare's task -- me, muscular Horseboy, first time mare -- to bring him pleasure, so that the seed can spurt forth and bring new things into being.

My heart sings when his strokes increase, when his cock stiffens, signifying he's about to juice my guts.

"Shit," he growls. "It's breeding time!"

Whinnies crescendo. Muscles tense. The stallion throws his head back. His tail whips furiously. I swear he almost blows the roof off my home when he juices me.

I feel cataracts of horse cum flooding my guts. I'm a valley and a bursting damn obliterates me. The seed cascades inside me. Bubbling gooey chaos, thrilling with potential. It seeks out every nook and crevice. Stallion juice replaces the emptiness within me. He fills colon and small intestine, and still he fires. Goddamn, what balls. What stud balls on this stallion. Cum gurgles into my stomach.

"Take it! Take it!"

For a few seconds we remain joined. His cock slacks.

"Now," he says, easing his cock down, "you're one of us. You've got my shaft infusing you. You're one of the elect. The elite. You've been bred by the best there is."

I cough like crazy to clear my throat. "When do I give birth?"
He laughs. "Not long." He pulls out of me.

I fall onto the clothes chest, clenching my asshole, trying to stop the tide from escaping. I lay in mingled spunk, his and mine.

The stallion -- my breedmaster -- bounces up. Fore hooves crash on the floor beside the bale of hay. I feel his breath against my butt. "Yeah. That's a fucked pussy." You can hear the triumph in his voice. He who cums is king.

He turns and trots out of my bedroom. Wearily, I watch him, wishing already he'd come and do it again.

The stallion turns. "You're a good fuck, Horseboy. And that's a compliment coming from a stallion. Remember, we seed thousands of cunts a year. You're one of the best I've ever had." He snorts. "But don't get cocky. I've had better, and I WILL have you again!"