The Wrong End of the Baton

It was heading towards noon by the time I had finished my shower and gotten dressed. Now I know that Horse people strut around mostly in their birthday suit but I was still working up to that, so I put on a nice silk dress that passed down to about my knees (Trousers are NOT comfortable when you have nuts this big.. seriously) in a nice maroon colour. In fact, just for my sake lets call it a kilt. A nice frilly kilt that went up beyond my hips and looped around my breasts and on up to a nice bow tied behind the neck.

Its a kilt, OK?

Now after my 'sausage-sprawl and banana cream' brunch I was in need of a bit of fresh air. I definitely needed to clear my head. I just couldn't rid myself of the thoughts of the meaty phallus in my hand out of my head. It was stuck on some kind of dizzying repeat, the spraying of HER ejaculate all over my chesty endowments.

Totally not gay, alright?

We didn't cuddle afterwards, that's the rule isn't it?

Our balls did touch though...

So a casual stroll through the Horsetown was absolutely called for.

I kept up a fairly decent pace when I set out. Partly because Dash was still asleep and I didn't want the whole 'well you whacked me off, so you may as well' to be thrown at me. She looked cute as fuck asleep anyway so I wasn't going to wake her, she could marinade in her banana spunk all day for all I care. Really, no mad. Autismo Horse seemed to be vacant also, so that was pretty lucky, I managed to escape that purple pervert without any fuss.

That one thing kept replaying in my head though. The rhythmic pounding then the hot splash on my chest, it was fucking erotic, it was damn right sexy.

I was terrified.

Even worse I could feel myself harbouring a semi at the memory, so I did what I normally did when I felt a little horny, looked around and caught a beak at some dangling horse rod, that usually calms my passions. Said horse rod was attached to the mayor, the dirty old strumpet. Probably going on sixty and still definitely worth a bash. Horse people after all seemed to age way slower than your average homo sapiens, they get to sexual maturity at around sixteen to eighteen then bam!, the ageing switch is dialed right down to 1. That old bint at the apple farm was probably about three hundred, considering she was around when the town was founded.

Jesus H Christ, that swinging dick didn't help.

It made it about ten times worse.

I had to get out of here or some horse would think I was an utter pervert. Now true, I am at least a little bit of a pervert, but you don't go around broadcasting it now do you? And I was beginning to raise a flagpole in the middle of the street.

My eyes bulged as I looked away and my hands flew to my crotch, the silky kilt did nothing to disguise my dicks ascent, so I pushed it back down with the palms of my hands and ducked in to the nearest shop whilst blushing in a very MANLY way.

Thankfully this particular shop just happened to be home to a certain purveyor of pretty pony clothing and I knew she wouldn't judge me unfairly. I mean it wouldn't be the first time that I lobbed out an unintentional stiffy in public. That one time down at the lake with all the girls splashing around in the shallows, spraying water over their nubile forms totally did it for me. Don't judge me.

The ringaling of the bell on the door greeted me to a thankfully empty store. I looked around frantically at the anatomically correct mannequins (horseyquins? I should really ask) and felt my breathing speed up.

No, lets be honest, I was totally hyperventilating and sporting a particularly stubborn fear-boner. I was having a panic attack, I had never once had a panic attack, and I have had to do some really shitty things in the past. Well not shitty as such, but certainly not 'fun', like a eulogy at a friends funeral and things like that, for a young fella that is damn terrifying let me tell you. That shit will really mess with your nerves but I am usually a pretty unflappable individual.

But this, this was really doing my nut in.

“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique” a weird half American half English stereotype accent that I could never really accurately place greeted me “where everything is... oh Brian, whatever is the matter” Said the tasty bit of horse fur as she sauntered around the corner and over to me. My back was flat against the door to prevent any customers coming in and my hand snaked over to the latch, my eyes went straight to the pendulous motions of her cock and balls as her ambling gait rolled her hips. “Oh Brian, I don't have time for a work out” she continued with a grin and a wink.

Rarity had a weird habit for horse people of totally avoiding the use of any sex related language and relied entirely on euphemisms and double entendres. It was a strange habit for an inhabitant of a hyper sexualized society. Pretty sexy though.

Her big dangling dick was also pretty damn sexy right now.

There; I have bloody well said it.

Her big meaty dangling 'pork sword' was looking pretty damn tasty, and I was ready to be 'slain'.

Fuck.

I couldn't help it, a couple of very manly tears somehow managed to spring from my eyes as her own widened, she wrapped me up in one of the most necessary hugs I have ever received. I will admit it now, I was bawling like a newborn babe. Fashion Horse whispered a few soothing words and gave my back a gentle stroke.

My hands were still firmly wrangling my gravity defying stiffy for control.

“Brian, what happened?” she murmured in a sympathetic tone.

Before I knew what I was doing, and who I was saying it to, namely the biggest loud-mouth two worlds have ever seen, I was telling her.

“Ah wanked off Rainbow, marra” I said through my blubbering. I'm sure a few bogies slipped out and if Rarity cringed at all I couldn't see it through my tear blurred vision. "me hand wuz gannin' like th' fuckin' clappers! sh' sploshed right on me fuckin' chebs"

“You did what off Rainbow, darling?”

Oh yeah, well I suppose I should mention that these horse people don't really understand the slang I use sometimes. Wank and wanking aren't really in their vocabulary, neither is chebs, or marra, and I am sure something 'going like the clappers' isn't something a horse would understand. My accent is tricky enough for them sometimes without throwing out words that don't exist in horse world. One thing that is definitely true though is that my accent and usage of slang gets worse the more stressed or drunk I am. And right now I was pretty stressed, I may as well have been speaking Chinese.

I came to my senses a little, but I needed to get this off my chest like I had gotten Rainbow off on my chest earlier.

Rarity floated a tissue over using her majeek and got to tidying my face up a little for me.

“I gave Rainbow a reach-around Rares” I said in the most depressingly desperate whine that my nearly-new lady mouth has ever created. “well,” I continued at a whisper “not really a reach-around as she was on her back, I don't even know what that's called” A reachover?

“You gave Rainbow a...” she said beginning with a curious look on her face before realization hit her and she wrapped me in a crushing hug, heralded by a horribly excited squee “Oh Brian! That's wonderful news! Whatever has gotten you so upset though?! I knew you had certain reservations, but this really is for the best darling! You'll see!” she went on as her generously endowed chest was ploughed in to my own. “You have been here nearly a year now Brian,” a little nuzzle to my face “you are a Pony now in mind and body, it is not something to be afraid of, truly” she punctuated her words with a soft kiss on my cheek and a firmer double pat on the arse. Strangely enough she brought her nose to the crook of my neck and gave me a couple of delicate sniffs and a further nuzzle.

“Look, Rarity” I breathed out as my panic attack began to subside, a nice pair of cushy pillows will calm anyone down. “I'm a middle class twenty eight year old from the north east of England who went to a comprehensive school. This is more of a southerner upper class public school kind of thing”

Unsurprisingly this went entirely over the head of Fancy Horse, but how do you explain to somehorse who doesn't understand the society you were brought up in this kind of thing? And especially how do you explain this to somehorse who doesn't grasp the intricacies of your societal conditioning?

Add on to that that this sexy well endowed hermaphrodite horse wanted to have a fucking go of my fadge herself (horself?) anyway?

There is simply no explaining away that.

“Darling, I did not understand a single word of what you just said, but clearly somepony agrees with me” she said as she motioned down to the war I was unintentionally waging against propriety. “It's little wonder you are so worked up, you have been avoiding this since you got here, now don't tell me you haven't had any offers. I know at the very least Rainbow and I are both more than willing to 'blaze the trail' as it were, not to mention certain other close friends”

“Yes I know Rares, look. Its just... I'm a fella, you know?” I finally felt in control of myself and my rod thankfully was beginning to relax.

“I really don't” she countered, and she really didn't, 'fellas' literally do not exist here; “Look, Brian. Getting yourself all worked up over such things really is not healthy. And neither is denying yourself of a little ploughing of the furrow”

I couldn't really help myself, but I let out a totally manly giggle.

Fuck.

It was totally girly.

I still wasn't in the mood to put out though, I mean, yeah I totally wanked off a horse and marveled as she basted my juicy tits, but that doesn't mean I've got to take a fleshy deposit in the spam purse any time soon. I'm not going to just whack out my frilly lady lips and plop them on a platter at the drop of a hat. And I even if I was, I wasn't going to be telling 'Captain Gobshite' here that, otherwise the whole town would know it five seconds later.

“Look Rares, I just need a friend at the minute, can you close up for half an hour or so and put the kettle on? I could murder a cuppa”

Rarity took a step back and looked up at me and flashed me a smile, yeah I was taller than her by a good few inches. Clothes Horse was on the more petite end of the horse height scale but you would never know it from her demeanor. She walked around like she owned the place. Well, to be fair she really did in this case, but she was like that all the time even away from her home. She had a graceful way of moving that was almost hypnotic to watch. A little wink later she reached around my middle and flipped the open sign to closed and turned to walk back in the direction of the sitting room. I was grateful for the moment because I got to remember that yes the feminine form is the ultimate eye candy for me. Rares' hips swayed in a mesmerizing figure of eight as she walked and I almost stumbled as I followed her. The dress she wore, if you can even call it that, was a simple thing. More like a sash really, a fairly thick strip of black ribbon looking fabric over one shoulder that passed between shoulder blades at the back and breasts at the front and coming to an end at the side of her thigh on one leg just below her cutie mark. The bottom part was a little more elaborate with frilly parts and a bunch of tassel like things dangling underneath it.

It left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Take a seat on the chaise darling, I shan't be a moment. Perhaps some of that rooibos tea you love so much with a splash of milk?”

“Sounds great, thanks Rarity” I said with genuine gratitude. I mean I was literally disrupting her business at the moment, it may have been quiet and was probably lunch time anyway, but I appreciated it nonetheless, a bit of thanks was definitely warranted.

I walked over to the aforementioned chaise lounge and took a seat, batting my tail out of the way as my peachy ass set down. Sitting your arse down on your tail is surprisingly uncomfortable, I learned that pretty fast. Frilly Horse pottered around in the kitchen giving me a moment or two to really distill my thoughts.

First, I had given a firm whacking off to a Horse.

Second, I was totally weirded out by it.

Third, I was totally turned on by it.

Not right at this moment anyway, but the thoughts had been there. I had actually looked at a horse dick and the imaginary image of it rolling around in my mouth was an appealing one. The feeling of the baby batter splattering my tits sent a little shiver down my spine. There was absolutely no way I could deny it now, no matter how many rationalizations I could come up with.

Dicks got me sloppy.

It was an epiphany, but certainly not divine. Just some how, some way, me railing horse vag whilst horse dicks were liberally swinging around in my view must have caused me to associate the aforementioned dicks with the stunningly good sex. It's like the elephant in the room I suppose. I was trying so hard to ignore it that I must have somehow come associate epic sex with the epic knobs that my partners had. I was doomed to fail from the beginning, and I couldn't help but be a little disgusted with myself.

“Bry, Bry, Bryyy~” a singsong voice tittered while a white hand waved in front of my face; “you have been sitting there for ten minutes without saying a word, are you with me?”

“Sorry Rarity, I must have spaced out a bit”

“No trouble at all darling, your tea is ready” she said as she gestured to the coffee table. I took the little teacup and splashed a little milk in, my mind somehow flashed a picture of Rainbow's spunk flowing out her flare as I did it, but managed to suppress the image.

One thing I was not counting on though was the banana scent coming from the tea. I am not kidding in the slightest here, my depraved pony brain was firing synapses or whatevers that work in the brain to tell me that I was holding a cup from Raritys best china tea set, brimming with steaming horse smeg.

I took a nice big draw without missing a beat and placed the cup back on its saucer.

“I really needed that, thanks”

The thing is, I really did. It was delicious. The feel of it flowing down my throat was an entirely satisfying one. I realized at that moment that I was at some point in the near future going to have to take a nice good stiffing from a mottled horse phallus, and that moment finally let me relax.

I was just laying back on my friends chaise, daydreaming about dicks and sporting a rather sturdy stonk-on. Perfectly normal.

“Brian, are you quite alright?”

“Uhhn,” I groaned out as I turned to face her. Now Rarity is no prude, but she occasionally gets a little hot and bothered and shows it off with the rouging of her cheeks. (don't ask me to explain the mechanics of furred horse people blushing, I usually just dismiss it as 'le majique') And I think I knew where her mind was going now. She was thinking about getting in my flaps, I am almost certain of it. “Yeah, just a lot to parse y'kno” I dismissed. But god fucking fuck it I was horny now. And this horse woman would deffo take a stern stiffing if I asked. Besides, she'd closed up now anyway, what harm can it do? “Would you....” I started before Rarity shot to her hooves. “Woow horsy, you haven't heard what I was going to say yet!”

“Now come on Brian” she said with a smirk and a slightly mortifying look of hunger in her eyes, nose twitching ever so slightly. “You know what they say about taking a band aid off”

“Look, things are just moving a little too fast at the moment. I'd just like to have a nice lay down together like we usually do” (lay down together being Rarity's words for fucking of course) “I'm not sure I can go to the 'next level' just yet y'kno? Besides Rainbow made me promise she would be my 'first'”

An excuse of course, I definitely wasn't after my bones being rattled right this moment but I had promised Fast Horse she would be the first one giving me the stiff middle arm.

“Hmm yes, she certainly would do that, I almost wish I had at some point but I imagine our rainbow maned friend was quite persuasive” she gave me an almost creepy look before quickly turning and heading to the stairs. “Come now dear, I believe I have some leaky pipes that need to be plugged”

The combination of sultry hips swaying, and terrible dirty talk, totally swept away any trepidation I had been feeling. I was glad I had stumbled in to see Rarity of all people. Clothes Horse really could set you at ease, getting nasty with this horse was never awkward, all the awkwardness was utterly worn out with her terrible banter well in advance.

Needless to say I followed her upstairs to her boudoir. A grand looking solid oak four poster held pride of place against the wall facing a large window with curtains drawn. Satin sheets and fluffy looking pillows were draped artistically on the bed, and I couldn't look anywhere else. Rarity laid back with her rigid cock laying on her stomach, a good girthy 12 inches or so I'm sure. Her beautiful alabaster breasts surged with her breaths. Her dainty legs spread over the edge of the bed, hooves on the floor, before I even blinked I had taken off my kilt and discarded it on the floor.

Like Rainbow, Rarity was super hot and I almost drooled, luckily I managed to slurp it back in to my mouth before it hit my chin. Rainbow was all sexy athleticism, a powerful athlete in the most perfect peak physical condition. Rarity was all grace and guile, the sexy rich girl you knew at school and everyone wanted a ride of, the unattainable gem polished to perfection.

And she was spread-eagled on the bed waiting for a good stiffing.

“Hnnng”

“Well hello Brian, could you perhaps come over here, and give me a little help? I have a seam here I cant quite line up” she said as she laid a single digit on her mons.

'I'll certainly cum all over there' I thought to myself as my legs unconsciously moved me to between her legs. I really wanted to have a little taste of her undercarriage but the thought of her balls on my face whilst doing so was still a little too much right now. Good job I had a painfully hard dick that I could give her a seeing to with then eh?

I slid in to her without any fanfare or hesitation. It was a gentle movement, slow, but with purpose.

The warmth and gentle grasping of her nether regions around my dick felt wonderful. A snug caress of our most vulnerable parts. Rarity liked her sex to be passionate, but not fast. I wasn't plunging a blocked drain here like I was with Sport Horse, this was calculated and slow. Of course she still had the horse stamina that I had become used to but this seemed a little more like 'making love'. She probably imagined her own princess floating through the window and sweeping her off her hooves, making sweet love to her on a cloud until she was quivering like jelly, so I kept up with the same measured pace, grinding my length within her as I met her deepest parts. My hips rolled in to her, keeping a nice circular motion whilst still moving back and forth, trying to make this good for both of us. I know I could keep going for some time so I lost myself to the motion and lowered my face to hers.

“You are looking most beautiful today m'lady” I said without stopping even for a moment. A girlish blush was the only response before I raised her hand to place a soft kiss on the back of it. Look, she liked being treated like a 'proper lady' so I wasn't going to disappoint, although admittedly it did make me feel a little weird. I laid a kiss on the back of her other hand before my lips lowered to hers and I gave her a smouldering frenchie. Look, I can act the part, doesn't mean I am a poet. She returned the kiss with passionate vigour, snaking her tongue in to my mouth and rolling it around my own. Her own hips were gyrating in the opposite direction to mine now, the sensual movement and the brushing of her fur against mine was utterly hypnotic.

We both lost ourselves in our movements for a moment. I tried to keep the insatiable horse woman on the edge of hear peak by slowing to a more languid pace, but never stopping the circular movements, but she countered by raising her hooves off the floor to the bed and giving me an entirely new angle to work at. Her legs were spread aside my torso now, bent knees either side of my tits as my kiss left her mouth to trail down her jaw line to her neck, and it was too much for the silly horse.

Rainbows orgasms were a shuddering mess of tangled limbs and heavy thrusting. By contrast Rarity reached her peak with a satisfied sigh and hands that raised to grasp her own bosoms which circled and pressed in time to my own hips. It wasn't an all or nothing kind of release, but the kind of sensuous high she could keep at and enjoy at length.

So I let her keep enjoying my length as I kept her right there.

Her breathing was reduced to husky gasps as my gentle kisses moved to her collar bone, trailing along and giving a tiny nibble as I moved along then further down to her breasts. Her hands shifted to my mane and beckoned me down. Unlike Sport Horse, Fashion Horse was not a fan of her fleshy teats being gnawed upon, so instead I trailed delicate kisses and licks around her areola before finally ducking down and kissing her jutting teat.

I am absolutely a tit man. And Rarity had an epic pair. They were pretty large by horse standards, a more than generous handful, especially on such a petite mare, but honestly, they fit her perfectly. Her frame was all curves and subtle lines, an erotic picture, their rising and falling with her incredibly deep breaths was alternating them from being forced to my face then falling away. My neck curved to follow and trail the cleft to give attention to the other.

Her orgasm was continuing without pause in a broiling wave. She was utterly gone. I was gone too, it was too much. The burning heat of her core, the silken wetness on my length as we ground our hips together. Our bodies churned together like the ocean, crashing and receding.

My lips left her breasts.

Trailed down the valley of her clevage.

My tongue flicked the flat of her jeb end.

“Ahhhhhnnn” Clothes Horse let out in a breathy moan, eyes shut tight. Mine in contrast were fully open and flashing desperately around the room. I kept up my movements to hide my sudden hesitation.

I'd just licked the tip of her turgid horse knob, and slurped up a generous helping of pre.

And it was fucking delicious.

Terrifyingly delicious.

'No way!' I thought, 'it tastes just like...'

I hadn't even realised at the time what I was doing, but the hot liquid coated my tongue in a absolutely satisfying manner.

I needed more.

Now.

My head lowered again and I gave another tentative lap at her man portion. A taste of juniper berries and coriander and something else I couldn't place repeated on me, damn this is some classy bitch, her jizz tastes like 'Bombay Sapphire' I thought as my tongue lapped at more and more of her rod. I fucking love a nice G 'n' T. Before I realized what was really happening I had the head of the meaty pole inside my mouth and I was suckling like a calf, my hips ceased their circular motions and began a slow languorous back and forwards motion, my head lowering as I withdrew and rising as I slid back in. I was beyond thoughts, the only things that existed were our two meaty poles and her juicy cave, I let out a rather slutty groan.

“Oh Darling!” Rarity gasped as her eyes most likely shot wide open to the sight of me thrusting and suckling. It did not even remotely distract me from my work though, i'd started so I would damn well finish. I was desperate for a load to rinse out my dirty whore mouth. And with that thought my hands rolled and glided down her beautiful body to her flaring hips, then back closer to her core.

I caught myself a double handful of giant horse bollocks.

I was fucking loving it.

My head descended her shaft, and I came to the realization of a weird quirk in horse biology that seemed to inexplicably pierce the veil between worlds.

Horses can't barf.

They certainly cant retch either.

I mean, I was living proof of this.

My head drooped and lowered, my back arching, as her shaft was engulfed by first my maw, and then my throat. It was deliciously dirty, the feeling of being used as a toy. The relaxing of the muscles in my throat was contrasted by a further tensing of my already rock hard shaft. The thick girthy piece of horse meat was too much to allow me to breathe but I embraced the feeling of suffocation for a moment or two before I reared back up and lay the delicious tip back in my mouth. My hands moved to the base of the shaft and started rising and lowering in a double handed lob off.

The feeling of her fleshy spire between my breasts was wonderful.

I could not help myself, and I increased my pace. I was going to blow any second, the tip of my dick almost hurt with how much I had to cum now, I was a needy little maid who was servicing her lady and nothing was going to stop me.

“Oh, oh” Rarity repeated in time with her laboured breaths.

I hurtled to the finish line and crossed first place to be crowned king of multitasking in the bedroom. My dick erupted like a volcano, and despite having fired my load little more than an hour or so ago with Race Horse I felt like I would keep cumming for an eternity. There was so much it almost felt like it was painful as I geysered out in to her sopping clam.

“OOOHHH!” a voice called. My eyes were still locked shut in bliss, I didn't for a moment comprehend the flaring of the dick tip still in my mouth. And as her own batter splashed out on to my tongue I didn't really pay it any thought.

My own orgasm was tapering off by now but I left it buried firmly in her cleft. But Rarity's cock definitely wasn't done with my mouth.

I was struck by the sudden realization that the obscenely flared head of her shaft was preventing me from removing aforementioned shaft from my mouth, well, not without teeth involved anyway.

Look, if you have ever had a toothy blowie you will know exactly what I mean here, Rarity was a friend, I wasn't going to scrape all over her nasty horse cock with my teeth.

So I fucking took the load right in the mouth OK.

Toothy blowies are not just an excuse I'm going to use for convenience, it actually is a thing.

Ok, well yeah. I fucking loved it. Every little splatter of baby batter on my tongue was another delicious morsel to gobble up. I swallowed in time to her ropey jets.

It was divine.

It was everything I had ever wished for.

I swallowed every little drop after rolling around the last load on my tongue to savour the taste before pulling back slowly and allowing Rarity to air out her sloppy snatch. Her breaths were in shuddering gasps still and our dicks were both flagging. It took a moment before her eyes opened and she took the sight of me in, drifting down my torso to my hips and dick.

Then I truly realised what had happened.

Rarity smiled; “Oh Brian, that was magifique, you truly are a treasure”

I was now without any shadow of doubt utterly broken. These crazy sexy horse women with their big nasty dicks had gotten me hooked on knob. Utterly and inexplicably.

I was a little cock slut.

Fuck.

And that's the story about the first time I sucked off a horse.