Cum, or Die Trying

It’s not like I forgot about how horses were back on Earth. You know, how they wore their bridles and whinnied. They were just animals who aimed to please for their masters, and at the moment, there wasn’t much of a difference between those of the human world and Amethyst. I was still letting her speak to add to the fun, but you can get the gist of what I was doing.

I was looking at my new pet horsie outside of the window. She was tied up to a post by her bridles and given a few yards of slack. I let her out to use the potty, and hopefully humiliate her as much as possible by the stares being given by some of the mares and stallions walking by. I watched as she waited for the coast to be clear for any ponies walking by before she did her business outside. Satisfied with her, I stepped to the door and opened it up to see my horse, Amethyst.

“Good job, girl!”

Amethyst gave a snort just like an Earth horse and stood there waiting for me to untie her. Undoing the tie on the post that kept her bridles, I grabbed hold to the straps on her face. The bridles that I bought were from the Fillydelphia sex shop, and they were only made for the larger muzzle of a stallion, hence their loose fit. I guess there wasn’t even a market for stallions dominating mares in this society’s list of norms.

I lead her into the house to get situated. I sat down on the living room couch with her standing next to me. Her head was in my lap, and I stroked her mane like a good pony.

“Such a cute, little, pet horsie... would you like a sugarcube?”

“Yes master, please,” Amethyst was playing perfectly into her character. I didn’t actually expect her to enjoy being a sub so much. I took a sugarcube from my pocket, presenting it to her in my palm.

“Here you go, pet.”

She took it from my hand whilst making sure to get every bit off of my palm covered by her tongue’s width. Next, my her mouth came down on each of my fingers. She sucked them clean and whinnied her pleasure at the texture of my human hand. I returned my pleasure with scratches behind her ears.

Adding to the sexual tension in the room, I slowly undid my belt. She looked me in the eyes with clear apprehension. I chuckled evilly at this. So many times where she’s in control, (all the time actually) I’m left to an uncertain future for the punishment and acts that I’m to perform, and it was giving me such a power high for me to finally dominate my mare.

To add a little shock for her, I firmly took hold of her horn. She gasped at my roughness. I undid my button and zipper with my free hand to let my hardon flop out and boop her on the nose. Amethyst went cross-eyed staring at my cock that was resting on her snout.

“Now suck.”

It didn’t even matter whether I gave the command or not, because my horn-holding hand forced her mouth on my cock. I had her take my length all the way down to the base with ferocity. The bridle’s metal links clanked, and Amethyst’s Throat made the most satisfying “Grk” sound. I held her head all the way down for several seconds.

“Mmmm, MMMMM!” Amethyst’s panicked but muffled yells filled my ears with joy. Her eyes that once were apprehensive, looked downright terrified. I took a new hold with both of my hands on either side of her head. With reckless abandon, I brought her head up and down my shaft. I face fucked her mouth enough for tears to start forming in the corner of her eyes. She probably couldn’t breath all too well. Actually, that gave me a idea.

My hands released her struggling head. She started to bitch like a bad horsie, “*cough* Warn me next time you start doing shit li…”

“*Smack* Shut up, bitch.”

Amethyst didn’t even say anything back. She was just too shocked that I slapped her so hard. Dang, I must’ve been a little more rough than I thought as I saw a red mark through her fur on her face.

“Get to the bedroom!”

I said it like an abusive owner. I stripped down as she left to go on the bed. I only took my belt with me as I followed her in. She got up and stood there unsure of what to do on top. Frustrated with her uncertainty, I came from behind and pushed her head down into the mattress and pulled her still raised hips toward the edge on the bed. Amethyst gave an out-of-character squeak.

“I don’t like you talking without my permission, and new rule, horse. You thank me each time I hit you.”

With the belt in my hand, I swung it against her raised flanks and hit.

“Thank you, master,” I was satisfied with that. I kept it up for a few minutes till her ass was a raw as I could get it without breaking the skin. She reluctantly thanked me each time she received her abuse. I was bored so I raised my dick up to her awaiting marehood, but I halted, almost forgetting my plan from earlier.

I took my handy belt and wrapped it around of Amethyst’s neck. I gave it a tug to test its security and to hear some labored breaths from her.

“Alright, you fucking slut. You’ll get to breath when I’m satisfied so take a deep breath.”

Before she could even protest or give out a safeword I pulled belt hard enough to block her windpipe. I thrusted in and out of her dripping and winking sex making sure to get my enjoyment. About 40 seconds had passed and Amethyst had to have been in dire need of air. She turned her head and faced me while I fucked her to plead for oxygen.

“If you want to breathe, then keep humping back, horse.”

Frantically, she pushed herself back on my still crotch. A single tear traveled down her left cheek as i released my grip on the belt. Amethyst coughed and gasped for air. I let her get a few solid breaths, but I didn’t have much mercy inside myself. I quickly pulled the belt back and continued slamming her insides. I was approaching my limit so I continued as hard as possible to coat her womb with white.

I felt the familiar pressure in the base of cock and rode the sensation out. My dick exploded inside her with cum and thoroughly pasted her womb. Feeling satisfied, I let her breathe again. I admired my work from a distance during my afterglow. Her pussy was cream-pied and leaking. Her legs still barely held her up and they were quivering in what must have been both an orgasm and exhaustion. And just like that, her rear collapsed on the bed in a final give of consciousness.

While she slept, I remover her bridles and the belt. Even though she was knocked out, I kissed her forehead.

“Good night, Honey.”

I chuckled at the irony while I cuddled with her peaceful form.