Ponies of Belenus

The Summer Villa

Stepping down from the carriage, I took a moment to inhale the fresh air. Summer was in full swing, the sun hanging high in the sky and revealing the vibrant flowers and foliage in the grounds surrounding our summer villa. I was in a good mood having escaped the mundane life that was winter in the city. 

Following in my father's footsteps had already seen me build considerable wealth with the aid of his wide array of contacts despite my youth. The monotonous days of figures and calculations had begun to drive me insane though, causing me to long for the day when I could set out on my own ventures. The summer villa was an annual break we took as a family, my parents, sister and I made the day-long trip by carriage to enjoy the countryside atmosphere and activities.

I had to admit, I had different plans for this summer. My father had recently acquired a new ponygirl for the team which hauled our family carriage. The beast was tall, equalling my own over six foot frame with her heeled boots, with a muscular build and hair as black as midnight. Her endowed bust and gorgeous emerald eyes were what really held my attention though. With my family filling their days with their own outdoor activities and the staff sure to mind their own business, the summer presented a perfect opportunity for me to explore the pony's supple body.

Relations with the beasts were strictly frowned upon by society, but it was well known that most lords and nobles enjoyed the flesh of some of their stock. I had learned the pony was named Dusk and that she was in her mid twenties. The first time I saw her engraved her perfect body into my memory, her harness and bridle leaving nothing to my imagination. I had soon decided that a restrained and subdued ponygirl was the perfect way to work out my pent up frustrations at my lack of a suitable marriage partner so far. I was eager to truly become a man, to sink my rod into a feminine embrace.

My sister barging past me to head inside broke me from my thoughts. Shaking myself, I smiled warmly at my mother as she headed to greet the head of staff. I watched as some servants began collecting our bags from the carriage before I headed inside. After bathing and changing out of my travel attire, I relaxed in my room and read through my notes on the latest trade caravan's expenses before joining my family in the dining hall for a light supper.

We discussed our plans for the coming week briefly over a drink before splitting off our separate ways for a quiet evening before bed. Later that night, I lay awake, slowly stroking my manhood to a shuddering release to any and all raunchy ideas I could act out on the pony I was rapidly realising that I needed to be mine.

The Beginning

I was up early the next morning. A quick bite to eat and I was out the door and headed towards the large stables in the grounds to the left of the main villa. Thankfully my parents seemed to put my enthusiasm down to it being the first day of freedom and my sister was still yet to rise.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim light in the stables. The air seemed thick and heavy with the scent of leather and beast flesh. I walked slowly between the stalls, admiring my father's various ponies as I sought out Dusk. Each was a smooth canvas of sculpted muscle beneath feminine curves, udders ranging from almost the size of my head on one large beast, right down to ant bites on one particularly muscled mare. 

Dusk ended up being housed one from the end on the right hand side of the stable, in between two blonde ponies which caused her dark mane to stand out all the more. Her eyes followed my every step as I strode toward her, widening as I opened the gate and entered her stall. She shied away toward the rear of the space, clearly wary of me as I admired her. Muscles rippled beneath her bronze skin as her breathing quickened, her impressive chest rising and falling under my gaze. 

Stalled as she was, her harness and bit had been removed, leaving her only in the ever-present leather arm binder which secured her limbs firmly behind her. I had never fully understood them. Surely it would be easier to simply remove the offending limbs rather than having to moisturise and care for the them as they wasted away? The limited knowledge of ponyflesh I possessed ensured I kept a careful eye on her strong legs. The last thing I needed was to be on the receiving end of a kick.

I approached her cautiously, maintaining my awareness of her legs and teeth as I closed in, only slightly relaxing once I had hold of the tether which secured her to the wall and prevented her bolting from her stall. I still made sure to hobble her, preventing her from raising her leg to attempt a kick. I wanted to be able to relax and enjoy what was to come after all!

After kicking her feet apart to the limit of the hobble, I stepped in behind her and pressed my chest to her back. Her frame was rigid as she stood before me, her strong and muscular body completely at my mercy. Chuckling darkly, I leaned forward and breathed deeply in the crook of her neck, inhaling her earthy scent as she shivered at the intimate embrace. My hands worked their way up her sides in a featherlight touch before finding her perfect udders. Each was more than a handful, filling my hands with firm flesh which I squeezed and moulded, fully enjoying molesting the large beast.

Dusk shifted in front of me in obvious discomfort. She clearly wasn't enjoying this as much as I was, not that it concerned me. Taking her nipples between my fingers, it seemed they were quite sensitive if the whinnying was anything to go by when I dug my nails into the little buds firmly. She raised up onto the very tips of her toes even in her pony boots as she grunted at my manipulations. I couldn't help the smile of satisfaction which broke out on my face as I tried various grips on her tender breasts.

“Shhh-shhh-shhh.” I whispered into her ear as my left hand abandoned its ministrations to work its way southward, along her chiseled abs and toward the apex of her thighs. “There's a good girl. Hush now. You're going to be my very special pony. Let's see what you have for me.”

Coming to rest between her legs, my hand found her smooth, bare mons before travelling lower. The lips were hot under my touch, the flesh yielding to my probing fingers as the mare gasped. Her thighs quivered and fought to close on my hand as I sought out the firm bud at the top of her sex. A swift slap to each inner thigh had her spread for me again. My fingers continued to explore her mound as I began to grind my aching shaft into the sculpted globes of her rear, a grunt leaving my lips at the glorious sensation. Far sooner than I had expected, I felt a growing wetness under my fingers. Each stroke along her folds began to create a lewd squelching sound.

I leant down and began kissing and licking at the crook of her neck as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her opening. I felt the eyes of the other mares in the stable on us as Dusk began involuntarily moaning despite her attempts to stifle them. 

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.

My digits burrowed in and out of her hole as I squished and pinched her breast with my free hand and mauled her neck with my mouth. Her thighs were quaking out of control now as a series of grunts and groans left her.

With a final cute squeak, I felt her tip over the edge. Her whole body trembled as she was overcome by her release. I felt immensely satisfied as I rested my chin on her shoulder, listening to her panted breaths as I continued to mould her udder in my palm. Forcing the large mare to cum under my ministrations had me hard as a rock. I reveled in the sense of dominance I had over the restrained beast.

Bringing my dirtied hand up from between her legs, I admired the sticky fluids which coated my fingers. I played with the sticky strands, stretching them between my fingers infront of both our gazes, forcing her to acknowledge her own body's betrayal. I whispered encouragement as I brought my fingers to her lips. Perhaps it would have been wise to fear being bitten, but I somehow knew she wouldn't. Dusk seemed to understand she was mine now. My pretty little mare. I slipped the fingers coated in her juices into her mouth, spreading the excretion over her tongue to make sure she got a proper taste of herself.

Finally, it became too much for me. Under the watchful gazes of the other nearby beasts, I pushed Dusk forwards with a grip on the back of her neck, bending her over to lean on the edge of her stall. Freeing my cock from my trousers, I barely rubbed my sensitive head along her moist slit before sliding the tip into her pulsing channel. Taking hold of her mane with my right hand and placing my left hand on her arm binder in the small of her back, I got my mare firmly under my control before I began to rut her like the beast she was. Each pump of my hips was firm and confident. Ploughing her thoroughly from behind… or so I imagined. Sadly, it felt too good. The warm, wet embrace of her tight pussy was mind blowing, far more than my previously virgin cock was ready for. It was an embarrassingly few number of thrusts later that I felt my shaft begin to jump and pulse within her, pumping what felt like the largest load I'd ever experienced into her. I couldn't help but be thankful that the mares were strictly kept on a mixture of contraceptive herbs when they weren't due for breeding.

Glancing down, I couldn't help but admire the mare's firm ass as my cock slowly softened inside her. I took my hand from her arm binder and delivered a few quick spanks to her meaty left ass cheek.

Crack!

Smack!

Thwack!

The beast whinnied and fought against my grip on her, but I kept her bent at the waist against the edge of her stall, exerting my control once more. I was embarrassed at my lack of staying power, I could admit that to myself, but I couldn't let what I was coming to view as my pony think I was inferior. I leaned down and allowed my warm breath to caress her ear as I spoke quietly to her, relishing the little shiver that travelled down her spine.

“There's a good pony. Your slutty pussy was too good at milking my prick. We're going to have to do plenty of practice to make sure I can give that needy little fuck hole the proper pounding it needs” 

I took a tissue from my pocket and cleaned both of us up before putting my cock away, trying to eliminate the evidence of my trespasses. Dusk twitched as I rubbed her sensitive folds and remained standing how I had taken her, not straightening or turning around. 

“I'd better get a move on, but don't worry, I'll see you again soon pony.” 

I gave her another firm swat on the rump before I left her stall and closed the gate. My chest filled to the brim with satisfaction as I strolled away, completely relaxed after finally getting to dump my pent up frustration. Despite her obvious reluctance at points, the mare even seemed to enjoy being treated like the filthy creature she was, making it all the better. I had already begun thinking of ways I could go about acquiring Dusk from my father without making it obvious what I was up to. 

I also had plenty of things I wanted to try out on my new pony. It was becoming apparent to me that I was developing quite a sadistic streak. Dusk enjoying some of what happened was certainly satisfying today in some ways, but there were plenty of things that I wanted to do that certainly had nothing to do with her pleasure… though, maybe she might surprise me? My interest in the animal only seemed to grow.