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The Stable Wolf

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Takoda Tiger

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The werewolf squirmed in his bondage, on his knees in one of the stalls of an indoor barn that should have held horses if not for the fact that they had been ushered out in the snow for the day. It did not matter to them that it was cold and flakes of snow still fell outside, their winter coats thick and fluffed up to keep any moisture on the outside of their coats, the under layer still warm and dry, but they were a tougher sort than most anthros who bundled themselves up in layer upon layer of clothing that probably didn't do all that great of a job of keeping the cold out, based on the quality these days.

Yes, it was cold, but not so cold that Chen was shivering, grunting and pressing his tongue up against the bit in his mouth, holding his jaws apart where it could not slide into a gap between his teeth like it would in the moth of a stallion. With a moan, he wiggled his tongue more insistently against the bit, saliva drooling but in an erotic kind of way. He could go for a stallion right there where he was, his tail lifted and he was sure that his tail hole could be accessed too, for there was one very good reason that he was not cold in the barn.

A latex suit, after all, was something that would very much keep an anthro warm, much less a werewolf with such a thick coat of fur that it was a wonder that he'd even been able to struggle into the get-up to begin with. Amethyst had been particularly ruthless in getting him into it - why did he keep drinking with her again after that party? It hadn't led to anything happening at the point of drinking this time, of course, but it had let slip a promise that he would help out in her barn one day the following week and, being a wolf of his word, Chen had turned up bright and early with the sleep barely rubbed from his eyes. He just hadn't known that what the wicked red mare had meant was that he would be put to work in a very different way than he imagined.

The latex suit sucked in around his limbs, so perfectly fitted that it was a wonder that it had not been custom made for him. A flexible suit, it would not have restricted his movement if he had been free to move, but it was patterned to look like the hide of a black equine with a white rump, speckled there and only there with black splotches. Amethyst had giggled and slapped that white patch, making his backside clench up pleasurably in anticipation of what was to come, saying that he was an Appaloosa, whatever that meant. He wasn't all that clued up on what went on in the equine world and he didn't need to be either to enjoy every last bit of whatever it was that she had in mind for him.

The suit was just the start of it, however, sleek latex running down his legs to a pair of hoof boots that hid his naturally large paws from view. The anatomy of his legs would have set him up well to walk in them, pushed up onto his toes, if he'd been free to do so, for the harness encasing his torso, straps even reaching down and around his thighs, made sure that he was locked in place and unable to enjoy that bare minimalist freedom of movement. He clinked and jingled with a multitude of O-rings but the restrictive nature of the mask set around his head did not really allow him enough flexibility to look down and admire his own body. Although his sheath was tucked away in a fold of latex, enough space for his balls to be cradled comfortably too, there was the possibility of it growing and slipping into view at any time, which was good. It wasn't a time that he wanted to be so denied, as submissive at heart as he was.

The mask though, oh...that was the final piece, the piece that made his heart pound and tongue try to loll from his muzzle, pushing against that bit. A full pony play mask, it turned him into a latex equine, the head larger and blockier than his own as if he was a Spanish stallion set up for a parade. A cascade of horse hair fell luxuriously down the back of his neck and it was all he could do to resist tossing it, the urge to prance near enough overwhelming as he snorted through the curved nostril breathing holes in the mask, nose moist against the interior. He could see just about through the eye holes too, although his range of vision was severely limited by a set of blinkers attached to the bridle that had gone on over the mask, bit clanking obnoxiously against his teeth as he tried to open his mouth in time.

A fake horse tail hung down over his own, hiding it from view, but he could not feel it lying against the backs of his thighs as he wriggled and pulled at the leather straps that kept him tethered to the wall, hooked into the harness, perhaps, at some point across his back. Chen had not seen that bondage being connected and knew no more than that, his paws slipped into huge hooves that covered his paws up to the wrists, denying the use of his fingers even as he growled and champed eagerly at the bit, upper arms locked in against his torso only, so that he could use his forearms only. Not that that would have done him any good, of course, with a spreader bar between his knees anyway but the restrictive nature of his situation just made him want to be right there, where he was, on his knees all the more, moaning and trying not to let his cock throb out full and hard too soon. If there was one part of him that he didn't want to get cold, it was that!

But the wolf was not destined to be left all out on his lonesome for too much longer, although it was not quite the equine that he expected who returned in a sharp clip-clop of hooves down the centre aisle. Chen caught his breath, ears trying to prick and swivel, folded into the shape of the latex horse ears of the mask itself, but could not see out of the straw-lined stable, the wooden door across the aisle not offering any more idea of what was to come than what his lust-addled mind could cook up for itself.

What would she do to him? Chen daydreamed as those hooves drew closer, light and ringing as if they wanted their presence to be known and heard ahead of time. Perhaps the strap-on again... Oh, she'd had such a good collection of dildos to use on him, his hole hadn't felt the same for a week! Who cared about such things like sitting down comfortably when they could be fucked so hard and repeatedly, moaning out their pleasure over and over again after all?

Groaning, the wolf tried to roll his head from one shoulder to the other, shivering in the confines of the suit, the very tip of his red shaft poking from the latex sheath. No! He had to think of something else, anything else. He just needed to calm down a bit and not spill his load right there and then, steady his breathing, think sensible thoughts, non-sexy thoughts.

"My, my, my... Now, aren't you a cutie?"

Chen jumped and would have wagged his tail to be so addressed - hey, he was pretty cute, he had to say - but the base was too tightly trapped in latex, forced through a hole that had been cut for the natural tail of an anthro without forcing it down against their rump, forming an unsightly shape. The hair of the false equine tail shivered a little, however, paying homage to the play he'd volunteered for, although he had not quite expected to be trussed up and bound in a stall, waiting on her attention.

She was a bay mare - he knew that term, after some lecturing - with a coat of brown hair and black stockings on her bare legs, something about the fact that she was dressed in jean-shorts on such a cold, snowy day telling a tale that she'd been expecting him. Why else would she be dressed so skimpily as he rolled his head, trying to get a glimpse of just what lay higher up but all he could see was a crop-top tied below what he hoped was a very lovely pair of breasts. Hey, a werewolf could only hope!

"Such a fine pony," she murmured, dropping a tangle of leather strapping beside him. "Are you all lonely here? I'm sure you are! You wouldn't mind the company of lil' ol' me now, would you?"

She put the drawl on thick and tipped his head up to hers, a pair of brilliant blue eyes locking onto his, a mealy muzzle with lips quirking up cutely at the corners filling his line of sight. Chen whimpered and moaned within the mask, although the sound came out muffled even as he sought to make himself heard, the wolf but a toy to be used as the mare commanded. And she had big plans for him indeed.

"Hey, Sal, get your tail over here!" She trilled, meeting his eyes as he swung his head to face her, blinkers framing the edges of his vision. "We've got a newbie here for a little company..."

Sal? Who was Sal? And who was she?

"Jessie? What's going on here? You know I'm busy. Oh... Oh. I see now!"

The stallion loomed over the mare, thus named as Jessie, a paw braced on the frame of the doorway, lips pulled up in a smile that perhaps didn't promise what Chen may have expected. And, oh, the stallion was divine, dressed more appropriately for the weather in jeans and boots and a coat that was swiftly shed from a shirt-clad chest and bare forearms rippling with muscle. Chen couldn't hold himself back as the stud himself slipped his shirt off too, revealing a broad chest that was simply desperate for the lap of a tongue, his palomino coat golden and shining radiantly even beneath the overhead lighting strips which, to be fair, were perhaps not the most flattering at the best of times as they buzzed away.

"A fine new filly, I see, for the barn... You'll do well here, if you behave yourself and are trainable. Quite a big filly though, you are...aren't you?"

"Mmmph...nnnfff..."

Chen grunted against the gag, cursing his lack of speech even as he submissively tried to tuck his tail down, ears folding back within the suit. He wasn't a filly! But, oh, he'd be a filly any day for that stallion, his heart pounding and blood pumping harder than ever as Sal pressed his lips to the latex ones of the suit and forced his tongue aside.

The werewolf could not have honestly said that he'd never been kissed in such a mask before but the sensation was purely exotic as his mouth was dominated, the wolf barely able to use his eager tongue, in turn, to kiss the equine back as his head was forcibly held in place. Chen wasn't about to go anywhere, however, not even with the bondage ensuring that that was well and truly out of the question, his cock hard and throbbing and the tip glistening with an alluring bead of pre-cum.

"He's ready," she whispered huskily, slipping her tongue back out to play it across that finger as if she thought she might just have missed a taste on the digit. "So ready... Amethyst really does find the best toys for us. How lucky are we?"

Sal rolled his eyes and snorted heavily, flicking his white forelock out of his eyes as he unlocked Chen's bonds from the wall of the stable; he wouldn't need to be secured in place for what he had in mind.

"You call it luck... I consider it a work bonus."

Jessie giggled and darted out of the stable as Sal took control, gripping the back of the harness and grunting as he hefted up the werewolf's weight. He was not a light load, although it was mostly muscle beneath the thick, fluffy coat of fur, and neither was the stallion built like one of the draft types, able to haul truly magnificent loads. Sal managed well enough, however, and Chen's vision swung about to show the centre aisle of the barn, the doors open just a little at the far end to look out onto the snow-covered fields and Jessie flashing across his line of sight with a bale of straw hefted up with two paws.

"Oof!"

She grunted as she dropped it just in time for Sal to plop the wolf onto it, the pony-boi tipping forward as his nose threatened to smush itself right into the straw. But the stallion was there to hold him up, controlling the situation even as Chen wriggled, just to feel and enjoy how helpless he was. It was hardly as if he would have needed the bondage to enjoy just what any stallion had in store for him, if he was honest, but it just added that exquisite little edge when he thought he didn't have a say, that he couldn't get out if he wanted to and was just a toy for them to pass around and use as they willed.

The stallion grunted and eased down the zip of his jeans, Chen's eyes locking onto that bulge in intricate detail as he held his breath. Balanced on his knees as Sal supported him, he could have tipped forward or off the straw bale at any moment, although he wasn't thinking of that in the heat of the moment. No, all he was thinking about was getting that glorious hunk of stallion-meat into his muzzle, tongue pushing anxiously against the bit as it was revealed, a mottled pink and grey shaft firming up hard and proud before his muzzle.

Whining, the wolf clamoured for it, twisting and bucking his hips to no avail, his own shaft drooling a near clear string of pre-cum. If he'd been free, he simply wouldn't have been able to hold himself back but, as it was, he could not even get the bit out from between his teeth to free up his jaws for that cock.

"Aw, let me, pony, I got you..."

And then Jessie's paws were there, somehow knowing which buckles had to be undone to free that bit from his mouth, although he almost lamented its absence after the cold metal of a snaffle had warmed up to his mouth. He groaned as he was relieved from it, barely taking a moment in which to work his jaw as Sal hooked his thumb into the corner of his mouth, tucked into the side of the mask, and forced him to yield, that cock looming closer and closer.

"Open wide."

He would have taken the cock into his mouth of his own free will but then Sal's paws were gone, his cock shoved between the latex lips of the mask and past the very soft and real ones of Chen, the werewolf moaning luxuriously around that fat cock as it disappeared right up into the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, causing his chest to convulse even if the bulk of his body could not afford such a range of motion, the werewolf forcing himself to relax as the stallion reset himself and found a better angle.

"Better take it all, pony, or they're going to have to put you through more training..."

Oh, but he wouldn't have minded more training - not if it involved that cock! It slid down over his tongue, hard and spurting already, and he groaned around it, gulping reflexively to ensure that he could take as much as possible. His wolf-like muzzle was long enough to take most with ease but it was the fatter base past the throb of the medial ring that was the most difficult, Chen grunting as he tried to push his head down, supported solely, for the moment, by that fat cock alone.

"Such a little cock-hungry pony," Sal mocked him, running his paws down Chen's back as if to toy with the harness, the latex suit defining his muscle clearly. "You needed this, didn't you? That's why you were waiting there for us, all gagged and bound and pretty in your suit?"

Of course, Chen could not answer but he didn't have to answer when the stud stallion was there to take him as he pleased, holding the wolf up to ram into his mouth, fucking it as if it was just another hole to be filled. And the wolf languished in the feeling of being reduced to that, allowing the equine to use him as he willed and only pressing his tongue up to the underside of that cock, vision filled with a golden, ripped stomach and muscle on muscle that seemed to go on and on. He may not have been a draft horse but the stallion was packing, for sure, and his cock was crammed into the very best place it could have possibly found, a wet and warm muzzle welcoming him in as Chen pressed his tongue up to the underside, content to simply be used even as his own hard shaft was left completely and utterly unaddressed.

Set further back from the scene, however, was a certain chestnut mare watching from the hayloft, arms folded and her eyebrows raised. Unbeknownst to those who had fallen, so sweetly, into her little trap, she leaned back comfortably, watching the charge that she'd brought into the stables be enjoyed as only a good pony should. And he had not yet earned that right.

"Well, well, well," Amethyst murmured to herself, drumming her fingers across her bare forearm as she leaned back against a small rectangle of hay, ready to be tossed down into one of the waiting stalls. "Who knew that a wolf could be so easily swayed into the pony ways?"

Of course, it was not as if Chen had been given much choice or say in the matter as she licked her lips and merely enjoyed the show, a whip loosely held in one of her paws. It was a fine whip too, a schooling whip with a little extra reach on it than either a jumping or a standard riding crop. Most liked the schooling whip because it let them touch the hindquarters of their mount without taking their paws off the reins. She didn't use it like that on a feral or on an anthro, however, gentler with those of the four-legged kind than she was of the two-legged pony bois in her stable.

Running her fingers down the leather to the tassel at the tip, she inhaled slowly and deeply, groaning deep in the back of her throat as he took that stallion's cock straight down his throat, helpless to resist and, truly in the set of his body, not seeming to want to resist either. Ever the voyeur, she watched and licked her lips, a paw slipping between her thighs as she let the scene she'd set up play out before her, the mare grinding up against his backside as if she too believed herself a stallion best suited to mounting and fucking him good and hard. The chestnut mare drew in a breath, nostrils fluttering as her eyes hardened, lips pulling up on just the one side into a devious smirk.

That newest pony needed a taste of that whip.

There was no stopping the course of action even as she slowly made her way down from the hayloft, taking her time as she knew that they would be waiting for her right where they were. It did not matter that Jessie had her jean-shorts off and was looking to get next go; the mare herself was not quite dominant enough in heart to take control, even though she had been the one to find Chen first, which had been her plan. And Sal, of course, was not to be stopped as he grunted and huffed and slammed into the wolf's muzzle, taking his pleasure forcibly from a willing mouth.

Chen groaned around him, ignorant to the fact that at least the first part of his play was about to come to an abrupt stop, bare hooves ringing out hollowly on the steps down from the hayloft. No one cared and no one had the sense of mind to pause and think as Jessie found the opening in the back of his suit, just beneath his tail, and teased a finger into his anal passage without even the help of any lube. His lust and the fact that she was so very gentle with him eased its passage at least a little, however, Chen even trying to roll his hips back at her as the stallion ramped up urgently.

"Fuck," he swore, holding Chen's head firmly in place as he rammed into the full length of his muzzle, the latex nose of the mask nearly pressed up into his crotch - but not quite. "I'm gonna..."

But everyone knew what that utterance meant without needing to complete it and the stallion spent himself into the wolf's muzzle, the werewolf swallowing rapidly just to keep up with him. That thought, however, even though it was one of self-preservation and not wanting to drown in a stream of cum, was forced from even his mind as orgasm washed over him, the sheer eroticism and helplessness of being taken forcing him over the edge right then and there. The finger, joined by a second, penetrating his tail hole so sweetly, however, and curling up against his prostate could have had something to do with it too but Chen wasn't thinking about that as he tried to howl out his ecstasy around the fat hunk of stallion-meat holding his mouth open.

Climax had never torn through him quite like that before and the werewolf twisted as he tried to free himself, muscles aching viciously as he came up short against the bondage, sweating and whimpering and a mess of a wolf driven to the very brink of submission. Just how low could he go with that cock jammed down his throat, a stud of a stallion huffing above him and a mare eager to use him too, the scent of her pussy thick in the air even with the latex covering his nose. Oh, there was so much more left to come and, as it was, the werewolf did not even soften, shockingly, at the peak of his climax, the tapered length throbbing as if he had not ejaculated in the first place. No, Chen was ready to be used over and over again just as a good, submissive pony boi always should be...

"I see you've been enjoying yourselves."

That kind of icy tone would have stopped anyone in their tracks, the stallion and mare freezing as their employer's voice cut clear through the air. Chen, of course, was too busy panting in the blissful afterglow, the splatter of semen on the straw bale impossible to miss as he lay in the line of fire. Even Sal's sheepish withdrawal from his muzzle could not come at a less opportune moment, the wet slide of his shaft as it flopped out, slightly softening, a lewdly erotic sound in the silence that stretched between them.

The whip in Amethyst's paw could not be ignored, the mare bracing her hooves apart as she played the leather from one paw to the other, eyes hard even as she smirked.

"So...had some fun now, have we?"

"Amethyst!" Jessie blurted, paws flying to her lips as she pressed her thighs together. "We didn't mean... Oh no! I just saw him there and..."

But the mare didn't really have anything to say and any straws that she was clutching at flew away in the wind, leaving her scrabbling and scraping for anything to say at all. As always, however, yet another came up short and wanting when faced with her potential wrath. They weren't to know that she'd set them all up to come together with the newest stable hand that she'd recruited, even if Chen was not to be taking on really any traditional stable duties, oh no. Amethyst had some very special plans for him...

"I'll be taking my newest pony back now," Amethyst said coolly, making even Sal step back and scuff his hoof across the floor despite his greater height. "Sal. Bring him."

Jessie flapped her paws about, eyes wide and wild as her black mane flew back from her neck, sticking up in all directions as she made as if to lunge, although the mare didn't truly know what she was trying to do at all.

"Ma'am, we didn't mean -"

"Quiet."

And she didn't need to say any more than that, nodding to Sal who grunted and hefted up Chen in his arms, seeming to struggle an awful lot more with the awkwardly shaped load - at least, when it came to carrying - than he had the first time around. His hooves clopped and scraped noisily as he was thrown off balance and Chen grunted, held in those tight arms with his cock still half protruding from his latex sheath. Well...he surely wasn't to blame for anything, was he? The wolf groaned and grunted as he was jostled, although he knew that he had no say in anything that came to him, just a pony, as she'd said, in her stable to be used and abused.

Or perhaps that was his own mind putting additional kink onto what he expected of her, the werewolf's kinky mind running amok as he was carried through the barn to a connected indoor arena. The sand packed down and muffled the equine hooves, the newest pony trying his best to nicker as his excitement grew. It seemed like nothing he did or thought of got his cock to soften again and it was all too easy to give in to that submissive impulse inside too, the one that wanted him to quail and whimper and do everything, absolutely everything, he possibly could to please. For it was in his nature and, despite his size, being carried about made him feel like he was so small and insignificant that he would have hunkered right down to the sand and adoringly kissed the hooves of any equine standing before him.

"Here."

Amethyst pointed with the whip and Sal groaned as he got Chen into position, setting him so that he was kneeling once more with his shins flat on the floor. Throughout everything, the harness and spreader bar had remained in place, not needing to be removed for him to be used as they please, but Amethyst had more in mind for the newest pony who very much needed to be taught a lesson in the best way possible.

"Unlock those." She nodded at the spreader bar, her intent obvious. "They won't be needed. The elbows too."

It wasn't as if she'd do the dirty work, after all, when she had the mare and the stallion there to do it for her. Sal and Jessie rushed to obey and helped too to get the sore and stiff Chen back to his 'hooves' under Amethyst's critical direction and eye. Standing with his legs trembling from being bound for so long, Chen was finally able to get a good look at her - his first since actually being put into the bondage by her. And what he saw took his breath away.

Dressed from head to toe in sharp competition gear, she could have been heading out on the show circuit with a pair of cream jodhpurs setting off the hue of her chestnut coat. A black jacket with gleaming buttons completed the ensemble with a white blouse protruding from the neck, the collar crisply pressed - although she had had her pets do that for her, not wanting to waste time on such work. Everything about her screamed control, right down to the line of round plaits lining her neck, drawing attention to the crest, her tail plaited up with what would usually be considered the 'stray' hairs on either side of the dock. Her hooves had been left bare but that was by the by as she strode up to him, popping the tip of the whip beneath his chin, forcing his head up.

"Close your mouth, pony. You're drooling."

How did she know? Did the mask show more than he realised? Chen snapped his jaws closed again and growled an apology, chin tipped submissively down to his chest as he balanced on one hoof, jigging the other in the air just above the sand. It was not the most comfortable of positions but Amethyst cracked a smile and he did it again, waving the hoof as if he was a four-legged equine trying to get her attention without the aid of words, although he was far from impatient, merely waiting on her will and direction.

"You need some training. So walk on!"

And then that whip flashed down, striking his hip and, without thinking, Chen yelped and moved forward, clunky and slow in the oversized hoof boots. But that seemed to be just what she wanted as she clucked encouragement to him, walking alongside as she directed him with taps and slaps of the whip. The suit dulled the sensation a little but not enough as she was quick to discipline and correct, guiding him around the outside track and the wooden kickboards topped with letters. As a forty by sixty-metre arena, there was plenty of room to go around and Chen heaved and puffed for breath, warming up quickly despite the chill in the air. It would have possibly helped some if his cock was not half-hard and slick with his own cum, the inside of that latex sheath more alluringly slippery than he would have liked. But something about doing as she bid settled his mind, easing all worry from it as he concentrated on her tasks and her instructions alone. Why, even the pain blurred into the background of a submissive haze as Amethyst took hold of the bridle and he leaned, without thinking about what he was doing, into her touch.

Just what did that mare do to him?

"Who took this bit out? Sal. Bring it."

The stallion disappeared as she clucked Chen into a trot, the werewolf struggling along as he got the hang of how he was supposed to move, slipping more and more into his submissive role of merely being a pony. And, being a pony, he didn't have to think or worry, the ultimate bliss in relaxing into the submissive nuances of what he so loved the most.

In a daze, he moaned and parted his lips within the confines of the mask for that bit, although it was a heavier, chunkier one with a straighter bar that lay across his tongue, not the jointed one of before. But that didn't matter as she secured it in place and tugged the metal up into the corner of his mouth, more easily directing his head.

"Hooves high now - up! Up! Up!"

She punctuated each 'up' with a tap of the whip on his hooves, forcing him to lift them higher and find his balance until he was doing a pretty good imitation of a Spanish walk, Amethyst only stepping back when she was good and satisfied to send him on and off in trot. That was much harder work than merely walking but the submissive slip of his mind would not allow him to stop and ask if that was really something she wanted him to do, too far gone and puffing along in an effort to please her.

"There... You're learning. Come in now. To me."

Another command and one that his hooves were moving to complete before his mind actually caught up with what he was doing. He turned in to her and trotted up, light on his hooves and well and truly in the mind of a pony. Play? What was that? The wolf leaned into her touch, rumbling his best impression of a nicker.

"Good pony... I think you're ready."

And then she had hold of the bit, bending him over at the waist as she clucked to Sal, her stable hand moving as obediently as ever to please her whim. It was not as if she was asking him, after all, to do anything all that terrible, grinding up against Chen's latex-clad buttocks as his cock hardened again into that thick and hefty pole that made him drool so wantonly. He would have done everything to get that shaft back inside him but it seemed that it was all part of the lesson he was being taught as Amethyst supported his torso just long enough for Sal to find the slit in the latex underneath the fall of Chen's horse-hair tail...

"Make sure he feels every inch."

The wolf squealed and stomped, lurching forward against her as that lubed-up cock - thank heavens for lube! - slammed into him, forcing entry and assuming, of course, that it would be given. The surprise, however, just made him clench up around that meaty pole, a thick length of horse-meat that speared into him, taking no prisoners. Deeper and deeper, up past the medial ring: Chen chomped at the bit, hard on his teeth, and rolled his eyes back into his skull. His cock was already hard and throbbing and it would not be long at all before he was forced into a rude climax, his own weak need getting them better of him, surrounded by powerful equines and simply lusting after everything they had to offer him.

Or was it that he had to offer them? Chen shook his head, groaning and rolling his hips weakly, clasped between two bodies that would not release him - not that he wanted to be released. He could not stop himself, body rising and flooding full of heat until he could not help but cum, keening out shrilly and shakily trying to stomp as he spilt his load out over the sand, just barely missing Amethyst's hooves. He could only imagine what would happen if he hit those, black with hoof oil and shiny despite the grains of sand clinging to the toe.

"What a poor little one," she crooned. "You're not getting off with just one climax now, pony."

And it didn't matter to them that he was sensitive, the stallion grabbing his hips under her direction, naked from head to toe with his coat glowing as he fucked the wolf hard and deep. As ordered, he spared not a single inch of his cock as he slammed into the wolf, each thrust of that huge cock grinding up over his prostate and making his head spin and spin and spin. Just how much could a pony take? It remained to be seen as Amethyst patted his head condescendingly, knowing that he would obey and submit, just as he had before. It was, after all, the wolf's way and it only helped that he was in a jingling harness that reminded him of his place, that whip cracking out across Sal's backside to spur him on, his driving, pounding thrusts increasing swiftly in speed and intensity.

He couldn't take it, howling as he was forced over the edge into another orgasm that hurt as much as it gave him pleasure, mind reeling. Could he take another? Oh, there was no choice in the matter, a submissive pony boy tonguing the bit in his mouth as he groaned and supported himself, bent over with his rump wantonly thrust back for a stallion's attention. But it was the submissiveness his craved, mind swimming pleasantly as he drifted, his anal passage squeezing down on that cock as if his own body was as eager as his mind was to milk that shaft for every drop of cum he had.

The stallion could not go forever, however, which was, most likely, a blessing in disguise as he heaved for breath and slammed into Chen, eyes rolling with an edge of white as he hastily looked to the mare in charge for permission to do what he so badly craved. But, despite being put in an awkward situation, he was not the one who had to hold back and Amethyst's struck his backside sharply with the crop at the same time as she gave her nod of approval, letting Sal's whinny ring through the arena as his cock pumped and spurted a heavy load of cum deep up under the pony boi's tail.

Lust... Oh, more, he wanted more! Chen whimpered and moaned, grinding back as much as possible, trusting Sal to support him as his head spun pleasantly, drifting on a current of submissive pleasure from which he wanted no escape. He was right there where he wanted to be and he even yipped sadly, breaking from his pony persona, when Sal, finally, had to pull out, that thick shaft sliding messily from his backside, his anal ring more than a little sore from such a pounding. That soreness was something that would, however, only come to light when he came out of sub-space under the hold of a gentle, chestnut paw and a cup of tea ready and waiting for him later on.

He lay back on the sand, guided there, and moaned as his chin was raised, perfectly poised with his tongue sticking out under the bit for something more. Smirking, Amethyst squeezed his cheeks in, forcing that tongue out even further as she cooed to her new favourite 'pony'.

"I think you wanted some pleasure, did you not, Jessie?"

Amethyst raised an eyebrow at the bay mare who was still topless, thighs pressed together as she shivered and tried to cover her modesty in the cool of the indoor arena.

"Um, yes, ma'am, but I didn't know -"

"Come here."

Whimpering and whining, she hobbled over to the owner of the barn, eyes downcast even if the hard perk of her nipples betrayed that she had wanted it all along too. Jessie was not a mare to hide her feelings and allowed herself to be borne down to the sand herself, sitting astride his raised muzzle with her dripping pussy on view for all that bore witness to her lust. Grey skin gave way to pink, fleshy folds past the outer lips, the mare spreading herself for her onlookers, although she only had eyes for Chen, jigging a hoof as he champed, quite literally, at the bit.

"Hold on," she whispered, eyes sharp with mischief. "You're not properly prepared for a pony boi..."

And then, the finale of it: a carrot. So innocuous and yet impossible to resist for the sense of rampant kink when shoved into just the right hole. Jessie squealed as it was driven up into her pussy, tongue hanging lustfully over her lips as she rolled her eyes back, wanting the pleasure even as she was so swiftly and crudely penetrated.

"Ohhh..."

"Take your treat, pony."

And he did - in more ways than one. Grunting, he worked the carrot from Jessie's pussy with single-minded determination, although the crunch of it disappeared in but a moment; he was more interested in another treat and a prize. Digging his tongue deep into her sex, he lost himself once again in sub-space, barely aware of what he was doing even as he followed direction. More tongue there, deeper now: he was not even in control of the act of giving Jessie oral as she whinnied and trembled, thighs shaking from the sheer strain of staying in such a deep squat for so long. But it wasn't an option at all to ease herself out of it, Amethyst's heavy paw on her shoulder bearing her down and down and down until a slutty squeal tore from her throat and she squirted her orgasm over his muzzle, some sliding down and gleaming over the latex mask and more still soaking the fur of his actual wolfen muzzle. Through it all, he played his part, caught up in the role as he sought to please, even though it was the mare commanding the scene before her that was truly in control, playing their strings like the puppet master she truly was.

Licking her juices off his lips, the wolf grunting and shuddered, aching for release despite the strain in his crotch, his body trying to tell him that he needed a break even as he yearned to do more, to be more for the red mare who held his reins in paw. That lesson was complete, the werewolf still needy, but there was so very much more left to learn as his cock twitched and throbbed, Amethyst chuckling quietly as she traced just the very tip of her finger up the length. Chen groaned and rocked into her paw, body beyond the control of his mind, a little submissive pony that was good and broken in the very best of ways.

"Don't worry, pony," Amethyst said, straightening up with the crop tapping the palm of her other paw. "I'm not done with you yet. We have a lot of training to cover, after all, before you'll be ready to service the equine clients of my barn."

The funny thing was that the thought of that didn't fill him with a sense of exhaustion at all. It all sounded rather nice, actually. Very nice. Just what he needed, what he wanted, to adore his superior and do her bidding at all times. He rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, shaky but not worn out, Sal standing to attention with a hard cock that was already being lubed up again by the seductive stroke of a mare's paw.

Chen groaned, playing with the bit.

The newest pony boi was fit for his job.