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By Danath

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Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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Malek leaned on the front desk while waiting for his lunch break, which came rather late in the afternoon. It was designed to happen between rushes of customers, but still, the naga could hear his stomach rumbling as he watched the closed doors.

Top Naga Total Gym didn't get many clients in the late afternoon, so Malek was a little surprised when, just as he was about to go find his replacement, he heard the hiss of the automatic doors. Malek turned about on his blue scales and leaned his torso back over the counter, letting his black gym polo drape down his muscular, wide shoulders. His eyes narrowed as he watched the new customer - and he was quite clearly new - approach the desk, and beneath him, his coils tightened up in smooth, rigid curls.

Dark brown hooves, short and neatly trimmed golden fetlocks, and a patch of gold around the stallion's neck were all that Malek could see outside his clothes. Though "stallion" was maybe going too far, Malek mused, as he watched the perky colt gather his confidence to approach the desk.

"Uh... this is my first time here," the horse said, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't meet the naga's gaze and kept his blunt muzzle turned towards the floor. "I think I need a... a membership?"

Malek's eyes narrowed further, then opened wide as he put on a friendly smile.

"Of course! Welcome! Let me just get your details and I'll get you started with our complimentary 30-day trial membership," Malek said. The naga's boxy blue head dipped lower, showing more of the spear-shaped section of black scales that started in the center of his forehead and ran backwards in a stripe over his skull and between his shoulders, under the polo.

The horse finally turned his head as he held out his ID card and happened to catch the naga's gaze.

Malek's long lower half tensed up, coiling a little tighter around himself to prop up his upper body as he stared into the horse's pale blue eyes. The snake's tongue flicked out, tasting the other male's scent, and his fingers scraped across the counter. His unblinking gaze held the horse steady for a few long moments, but Malek already knew this cute stallion was the one. It was like an aura surrounded the gorgeous, healthy, perky golden colt, and Malek's primal instincts heightened, focusing his senses on his prey.

"Oh, hey, Malek, you're supposed to be on break, so I can-"

Malek's black and blue upper body twisted and he hissed at the other naga approaching the desk from the back hall, not wanting to lose his sudden prize.

"It's fine! No problem! I'll just finish helping this new client here."

By the time Malek's head swiveled back around to the blinking horse, who was already breathing heavier after just a little eye contact with the imposing naga, Malek was smiling bright and wide. Behind, the other naga shrugged and grinned before sliding a bit further away to wait.

"Ah, yes, one moment, please... here you are!"

The printer spat out a new membership card with the horse's name. Malek used the opportunity to lean in close again, locking eyes with the horse once more. The card wiggled between their two hands in between them until the horse's wide eyes relaxed and his muzzle dropped open with a contented sigh. Malek's muzzle curled into a grin as he reared back on his coils, both arms crossing over his chest. His forearms dug into the large, firm muscles, dimpling his tank top. The naga's biceps flexed against his sides, forcing his pecs forward far enough that his tank top drew into the middle of the broad valley between them, leaving a goodly amount of smooth, flexible scales for the stallion to stare at.

"Locker rooms are just through there, sir," he said, motioning. "I'll meet you inside the gym for the tour."

"Huh? Oh, yeah... the gym... uh... right, I'll go... I'll go change..."

The colt's long blonde tail swished expectantly back and forth across the back of his jeans. His eyes kept going out of focus as he looked Malek up and down as if seeing him for the first time.

"Yeah, I'll go... go... change..."

Malek watched, smiling more to himself now as the zonked out stallion tottered through the changing room door.

The second naga pulled up behind the counter.

"Well, well... picky Malek finally found a toy to play with."

Malek shrugged, affecting nonchalance. Inside, though, the naga felt an intense heat.

No, not a toy. Something far more satisfying, at long last, to the naga who'd turned down more potential playthings than anyone else. That cute colt would become his thrall.

Malek waited patiently outside the locker room doors. He knew how long it should take to change, and one second over that meant another employee of the gym was attempting to butt in on his territory. Already he could feel the heated gaze of other jealous nagas. Word spread quickly in the gym, especially when the famously picky Malek made a move.

The doors finally opened and the colt appeared. Limber, lean, muscular but not overly so, he ticked all of Malek's boxes. A golden hide covered his entire body, though some was still hidden under a sleeveless tank top and baggy blue gym shorts. The naga found the clothes irritating, but now wasn't the time to make that suggestion to the stallion. Not yet.

The door only just closed behind the horse before Malek's narrow, intense eyes caught his again in a stare that could have lasted decades. The horse squirmed against the door at his back, tail swishing madly between his thighs, until his tongue fell out over his lower lip and a low moan rolled out of his open throat.

"That's better. What was your name again?" Malek asked. The naga's scaled fingertips teased down the horse's long jawline until he ended up in the front and brushed across the other male's lips.

"C-Conway..."

"A somewhat suitable name... it'll do for now, I suppose," Malek said.

"Do for now?" the horse asked, blinking. He was breathing hard, almost sweating, as he stared at the naga with a mixture of lust and confusion. "Wait, what?"

The naga pulled back and waved his arm towards the gym.

"Oh, you're ready for the tour now, Conway? Right this way, sir."

Conway shook his head, clearly confused. Wiping his muzzle on his arm, he followed behind the naga and discreetly arranged himself inside his shorts to hide his arousal. What was he doing, he wondered, getting so worked up for? Sure, the naga was attractive - that was the whole reason he came to Top Naga Total Gym, was to see some eye candy, maybe even trade numbers or more with a hot naga in the locker room... well, he hadn't considered the staff, but as his eyes followed the back of the naga's head, tracing the stripe down past his polo to where it reemerged on his long, powerfully thick lower body, Conway's bulging gym shorts gave away his interest for him. This naga was different than he expected. He'd felt so... good... just looking into the muscular snake's eyes...

"Over here are the free weights... and the cardio center... the cafe... and over there, you can see..."

Malek droned on, pitching his voice and carefully measuring the horse's reactions as he spoke quietly, but firmly, just a few inches from Conway's ear. His coils wiggled across the floor as he scooted alongside Conway, whose stride gradually slowed to a near standstill as the naga continued to speak about the benefits of maintaining a gym membership in good standing.

"And of course, when you join a gym like ours, we pride ourselves on maintaining your health and achieving your goals," Malek said, leaning in even closer, until his scaled muzzle brushed the smallest tips of the stallion's ear hair. His forked tongue tickled the inside of the colt's ear until it flicked rapidly, though Conway made no effort to move away. The horse's tongue flopped over his lips as he groaned. "Another perk, of course, is getting to serve me personally. Doesn't that sound good?"

"Sounds... good..."

Malek grinned. Cute, attractive, and suggestible. How perfect of a combo could he get? Lucky naga! His muzzle creased into another fang-ridden smile and the tip of his tail slowly wrapped around the golden-pelted horse's right hoof.

"In that case, let's get your first workout at Top Naga Total Gym under way!" Malek said. "Why don't we start with something simple to warm up and I can check your form."

"Huh? Oh, yeah... let's... let's do that... hnnnffffff..."

Being as the gym was slow in the mid-afternoon, Malek had his choice of equipment to try out the stallion without needing to wait, so he guided Conway to one of the padded areas in front of a mirror. Conway's eyes closed halfway as Malek's wide, boxy scaled muzzle moved only inches from his right ear. Malek's eyes flicked to the mirror, watching the bulge in the colt's shorts create a bigger wet spot by the moment. The stallion stared in the mirror, watching as Malek's coils rested on the opposite side of where the naga's upper torso curled around his backside.

"Drop and give me twenty push ups, three sets."

The colt nodded slowly, ear twitching as Malek's forked tongue tip teased across it. The colt bent over, and Malek guided him down with his hands, using a light touch as he adjusted the colt's form. Conway's arms held him upright, then his elbows bent as he kept his legs straight down to his hooves. Below his hips, his gym shorts sagged with the outline of his aroused maleness, flare and all bulging lewdly as it pushed to the side of his thighs.

"That's it... nice and slow... lower your hips... there, feel the difference?"

As he talked in a low, soothing, sultry voice, Malek's smooth fingers teased down Conway's lower back until his palm spread across the pony's right rump cheek. Grasping and digging in perhaps a bit more than was necessary, he adjusted Conway's posture and made sure each push-up was being given 100 percent. Conway's eyes closed as he levered his arms automatically, moving almost like a machine as he powered through the first set without hardly slowing down. Malek's fingers shifted, teased, constantly "adjusted his form" throughout.

"Yes, that's very good, Conway... very good... you're doing those push-ups for me so well... look at you go, you strong, handsome pony..."

The stallion's muzzle tightened and the spot on his shorts enlarged.

"Doesn't it feel good to work out for me, Conway?" Malek said, his voice no more than a hiss in the colt's flicking ear. "I can tell you're enjoying it... showing off for me... trying to tease me..."

Conway did like showing off. He did like being praised. He did like trying to tease. Of course, he was so shy normally he didn't do much of those things, but now, with the naga's firm grasp guiding him, the smooth voice stroking his ego, Conway's mind flared with need and desire. He wanted to make Malek proud. He wanted to make Malek happy. And if doing the best push ups ever did, especially if the naga's fingers squeezed down between his clenched cheeks and teased under his tail, well, that was all the better. Good form was important. Malek knew best.

A few more squeezes, adjustments, and hedonistic whispers, and Conway finished all three sets. He fell onto his chest, then moaned as his hips shoved his hard maleness into the pads below. His rump cheeks tightened and his tail lifted when Malek's hand clapped him on the shoulder.

"Good warm up, so let's keep going with some lunges! Here, let me help you up."

Conway's eyes opened wide when Malek's hands wrapped around his hips. The naga was strong. Very, very strong, as he discovered when being set upright on his feet by the enormous snake. The stallion's shorts dripped as the tip of his shaft leaned out against the fabric, quite prominent and showy, though Conway either didn't notice or didn't care as his eyes gazed deeply into Malek's. He floated in and out of reality, half in the moment and half watching from over his shoulder as the naga's hips suggestively stroked forward against his flanks. The colt was at one moment worried, concerned about how familiar this was getting, but in the next moment, before he could act, those concerns were shoved rudely aside by the insistent demands emanating from his tented shorts and the dripping trickle of pre-cum staining the front.

"Make sure you go nice and low on each lunge," the naga said, his muzzle once more hovering in front of the stallion's stunned face. "I want to see you working those sexy glutes, ponyboy."

Malek's hand stretched out and turned, then pressed against Conway's belly, which went taut and hard against the naga's palm. With his fingers aiming down, Malek shifted his flat hand over the stallion's groin under his hand encountered the pony's pleasantly thick and completely hard stallionhood within the gym shorts. The band of a jockstrap wrapped around the base, while the pony's balls filled the pouch, leaving the stalk to hang out and create a mess of pre-cum inside the shorts. Malek's fingers emerged glistening, and he dragged them across the pony's muzzle, smearing the male's own essence on his lips.

"Oooh, I love how excited you are to work out for me, ponyboy," Malek whispered. The stallion tensed as his tongue emerged to bathe the naga's fingers. "Can't wait to watch you work out your cute rump. Make sure you show off for me just how muscley and tight you are, yes?"

Conway nodded and grunted, then stepped forward and dropped his hips, bending his front leg to lower himself down. Malek shifted along with him, moving back and forth smoothly on his powerful coils, keeping the front of his loincloth-style covering in front of Conway's focused eyes. The pony was so eager to please... his cock ached so hard... he couldn't stop clenching his hips...

"That's it, Conway... one... two... yes, just like that..."

Malek again found a constant need to adjust the stallion's form. Scaled fingers stroked and pulled, grabbing and squeezing on the pony's thighs, calves, and hips, straightening his back and forcing him to dip even lower. At the lowest point of one such lunch, Malek's hands wrapped around the colt's firm, plump backside, both cheeks encompassed in the naga's powerful grip.

"Yes, just like that, Conway... can you feel it? Soon you'll have an even hotter ass than this one, believe it or not, if you keep working out for me," Malek said, as Conway froze, eyes wide, frozen mid-lunge. The fingers dug in deeper, dimpling his shorts. "And you do like working out for me, don't you, Conway? I can tell you love it already... now let's finish off these lunges and get you onto the bench press..."

On the way, Malek and Conway passed by another of the gym's trainers, a lithe and long naga with dark brown scales and bands of black a few inches thick spaced evenly down his body. He had a short white rabbit running on a treadmill, and was slithering along on the treadmill behind, close enough that his hips were bumping forward constantly into the rabbit's backside. The short, white-furred rabbit clutched the bars of the treadmill tightly as his thick legs pounded forward. His muzzle was open, tongue out, and he was panting hard, breathing in and out with deep, ragged gasps. Strands of saliva fell over his chin and lips as his nostrils flared and his half-lidded, cloudy eyes stared straight ahead. The naga trainer's banded hips slid forward, speeding up and slowly down unevenly to propel him against the smaller male's body. Once in a while, when the treadmill carried him back far enough, a few inches of a glistening black naga arousal was visible before disappearing and flexing back inside the shuddering, moaning lapine runner.

Conway didn't seem to notice, or if he did, it didn't seem to bother him, even though his muzzle swung towards the scene and his eyes and ears twitched. Malek grinned and encouraged him along with a little bump of his own from behind, making sure the stallion felt the growing bulge beneath the loincloth against the small of his back.

For almost an hour, Conway sweated, pumped iron, and even skipped rope, all with the naga's encouraging and arousing words floating through his foggy mind. His cock was so hard and drippy that his shorts were a mess by the time he finished his last set of shoulder curls while Malek's tail coiled around his lower left leg. The scales felt so smooth, so powerful across his pale pelt, and the naga's eyes were... irresistible. Conway sagged forward into Malek's fingers, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared upwards into the bigger male's glowing pupils.

"Whoa, maybe I pushed you too hard!" Malek said loudly. "We'll call it here for today. Let me show you back to the locker room."

The naga hooked Conway's arm around his broad, muscular shoulders, and the horse's head draped over the naga's chest, rubbing back and forth against the fabric over Malek's iron pecs. The pony's hips wiggled, cock jerking and dripping harder than ever, as Malek's arm stretched around his side and clutched him in nice and tight. Slithering along the concrete floor of the gym with Conway's hooves dangling and occasionally dragging beneath him, Malek decided it was time to take his prize once and for all.

"We're almost there, Conway..."

The golden throat swallowed hard. The spotted white shoulders tensed, then relaxed. The head nodded up and down, and Conway's wide eyes went pale, almost blurry, as Malek's tongue tickled along the inside of his ear. Sweat rolled down his shoulders and back, soaking into his shirt, as he used his arm to pull himself more firmly against the naga's side.

The lights in the locker room were lower than in the main gym. It was warmer, too, somewhere closer to a sauna than to what a normal locker room would be. Conway didn't notice he wasn't in the same changing room he'd first used - the stallion waited patiently in the middle of the aisle, arms at his sides, a dopey look on his blunt, pale muzzle.

"Good, we have the place to ourselves for a change," Malek said, his voice dropping to a low hiss as he slid up alongside the stunned horse. The snake's smooth scales stroked down each of Conway's arms, sending a shiver up the horse's spine. "Now I can properly introduce myself."

Fingers slid upwards, along Conway's neck and through his blonde mane, twisting deep into the hair and gripping tight, holding his long muzzle in place. Malek's long tail curled further around the horse's hooves, then his calves, slowly wrapping the other male up in strong, tense, smooth scales. The horse's nostrils flared with a snort when the coils rippled and squeezed across his bulging gym shorts, but then he went still again, eyes focused ahead, gazing into the abyss of Malek's own orbs.

"You feel yourself floating," Malek said, his whisper of a voice echoing inside Conway's head. The horse strained to listen to every word despite his slack, dazed outwards appearance. "Floating high, high in the sky... it's safe and warm up there, isn't it?"

The horse's muzzle dropped open and he nodded before Malek's fingers teased across his jaw again. The ripples around the stallion's midsection increased in firmness. Were it not for the naga's powerful coils, the horse would have fallen over by now.

"Good... deeper... deeper..."

Malek's other hand stroked down the stallion's chest. From the belly down, coils of snake flesh squeezed and clenched, massaging the golden horse, but Malek's hands did the work up top. As Conway gasped, moaned, wiggled, he never broke his gaze with the naga's intense glare, not a single time. Malek's smile widened as he realized the potential this cute colt had and wrapped himself even higher and tighter around the gasping stallion.

"Deeper..."

Malek leaned his muzzle in so close he rubbed Conway's ears as he spoke. The horse's eyes narrowed, closing gradually, as his breathing slowed, calming down. The intensity of the rippling coils continued, but the stallion's quivering and moaning subsided, even as Malek's fingers pinched and twisted on his bare nipples.

As Malek spoke, burning his words into the subconscious mind of the dazed pony, he could feel his own arousal growing. Soon... very soon... soon he'd have his reward for his patience...

The naga's thick, dark blue erection slapped against the stallion's flat belly, leaving a trickle of pre-cum that soaked into his gym shorts, just above where the coils squeezed around him.

The longer Malek spoke into Conway's ear, the more the horse's jaw dropped, his eyes glassed over, and his breathing calmed, until his shallow breaths were barely there at all. The naga's jaw wiggled as he kept speaking, flickering tongue also teasing and scraping along the insides of the horse's ear. Unable to move his arms or twist away, and compelled to his calm state through the naga's subliminal powers, Conway's cock finally made itself known. The stallion's erection pulsed, dripping and leaking enough pre-cum to squirt between the blue coils of the naga.

Malek's tongue withdrew, inch after inch releasing the tormentful teasing he'd inflicted on the sticken pony. The coils around the horse's hips loosened. Conway's dark blue gym shorts were drenched in sweat and seed as his plump erection bobbed up and down in the fabric.

Conway's glazed eyes turned down, focusing intently on the thick naga cock throbbing just within reach. In seconds, the stallion was on his knees in front of the naga's coils, furiously swallowing the fat naga cock down to the root. His cheeks hollowed and bulged as the pony throated his new master, eagerly fulfilling his first new duty. Greed and duty burned inside him, the commands left by his master, the commands he found himself all too eager to obey. There was a flicker of resistance, an instinct to pull away, but the colt's mind was almost too far gone to react to it. Malek, though, noticed. The naga's cock throbbed as he felt the colt's warm throat tighten around his fat, dark blue shaft. The little ponyboy was putting up a good fight, the naga thought.

The stallion's lips squeezed and he pulled off with a wet slurp. A spray of pre-cum trickled down his nostrils as he lowered himself further, pushing his muzzle to the base of the cock, only to lick and kiss and tease his way back to the hard, jerking tip.

The hand returned to the back of Conway's head, intertwining fingers into his mane and hair, securing a hard and firm grip that brooked no talkback. Not that Conway ever would. The horse sagged in the powerful grasp. Conway's muzzle dropped open. He would do anything for master. Master was all he needed. All he wanted. Right? That was... how it was supposed to be... wasn't it? The stallion's eyes widened as thick pre-cum drooled down the bridge of his long muzzle and down his neck. He wanted to get busy with a naga, sure... but was he supposed to be... this... far... gone...

"Nnngghhh... what's... happening..."

"Nothing you need to worry about, cutie."

The naga's whispers filled his brain as a trickle of drool rolled out of the corner of his open muzzle.

"Hmmm... I think I like this look on you, slut."

The naga's fingers gripped the colt's jaw, pulling his messy muzzle to look down into the far-gone stallion's eyes again. Conway sagged, tongue out, huffing and gasping as he swallowed thickly around the pool of seed gurgling back up his throat and over his lips.

"Oh, yes... just like that..."

Malek's wide, flat muzzle spread into a wide grin as he jerked Conway's head down, pumping himself deep, throating the stallion who, to his credit, managed not to gag as the naga's other paw joined in. His eyes were wide, unseeing, as his cheeks bulged and his throat distended. He could feel the naga's girth slide across his tongue, musky and warm, deep into the back of his muzzle and then deeper still, filling him like he'd never been filled before. Conway shuddered and shook, fully erect.

This was how it was supposed to be, he thought. Just like this. His throat burned, he could taste the naga all the way to the back of his throat, the fabulously thick blue shaft opening him up, grinding in hard... Conway felt his body shake and shiver, being used so well it made his cock hurt with need. His gym shorts dripped as he swayed and sagged, pushed and shoved back and forth as Malek throatfucked him properly. The colt's blonde tail wiggled as fast as ever every time he felt the heavy balls smack across his jaw. The taste, the smell, all fueled the intense and needy lust he felt for the naga.

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he decided: nobody else would do. Could do. Not now. Not after Malek.

"Ooooh, yes... yessss! I knew it was worth... the wait!"

The snake's powerful hands kept Conway down, making him swallow every drop, not that the squirming horse would dream of wasting the naga's precious seed. The pony's golden hide glinted as he greedily drank, chin shoved forward against the base of the naga's thickness, but only until Malek dragged him off. Seed dribbled from the horse's muzzle as the naga pulled him upwards, lifting the entire horse easily with just one arm. A few more ropes of naga-seed splattered across the coils and floor below as Malek's tongue flicked out, tasting the groaning, gasping colt's scent again and again. Delicious.

"Hnnngggghhhhh... hffff... hffff... m-more... hfff..."

"Oh, yes, I know what you need..."

Conway's cum-soaked muzzle filled with the naga's long, coiled tongue next. Surprised, then loving the attention, Conway sagged into the deep kiss until his throat bulged and the naga's muzzle nearly completely encompassed his own. Malek was the best at kissing... Conway wanted more, needed more, couldn't do without the feel of the powerful, strong coils wrapping around his hips, legs, arms, holding him in place so that the naga could make him feel so, so good... swallowing around the muscular tongue, Conway squirmed and groan as a mass of coils squeezed and gripped tight around his cock and balls.

Kissing wasn't all that Malek had in mind to consummate his relationship with this soon-to-be-thrall. The mindwiped stallion needed to really be put in his place and shown his new station in full, hard detail. Scaled fingers squeezed into horseflesh, digging into thighs, belly, chest, arms, dragging and moving him all while keeping his muzzle locked. Coils of snake scales looped around Conway's ankles and legs as he faced away from Malek, but was tipped back and made to crane his neck to maintain the deep kiss, each passing moment of which only further sealed the stallion's fate - though from the mess in his shorts, there was little doubt his fate was already sealed.

Swaying in close on his coils, Malek dragged the shorts down past the stallion's thighs before his fat dark blue shaft prodded between the pony's rump cheeks. Conway's upturned tail swished across the large naga's belly and chest. Wrapping his fingers into Conway's blonde mane and hair again, Malek shuddered as he felt the small horse gasping and wiggling beneath him.

Malek's thickness ground inside, stretching and filling Conway with power and lust. The horse twitched and clenched, tighter and hotter than the naga anticipated. Fingers dug into golden pelt around Conway's thighs, tugging and dragging as the coils pulled as well, fully manipulating every limb of the groaning, bucking stallion. One hand wrapped into the colt's mane and, twisting his fingers around the smooth, silky locks, he pulled hard, forcing Conway's head back, his hips forward, using gravity to make sure the small male's tight rump pushed down nice and hard to the root of the massive naga's equally impressive, aching maleness. Loops of scaled snakeflesh cinched around his upper thighs, framing the colt's own fully hard shaft.

"Nnggghhh... such a good... tight... pony!"

"Yes! Yes!"

It took a few tries to fully lodge his thickness inside owing to just how tight his new toy was, but loosening up a thrall was a job Malek took very seriously. He watched the gold and white stallion writhe on the floor of the locker room between his thighs, wiggling and gasping, pouting, drooling, as a fat naga shaft pumped in harder, faster, tip to base with incessant, powerful strokes. Even if Conway tried to lift his hips to meet the naga's intense pumping, he was just slapped back down into the padded floor, pinned and immobilized by coils that began to wrap around not just his hips and thighs, but his balls and cock as well.

The stallion was so hard. He needed to cum so badly. Every time the naga's hips crushed him down, he thought his own balls would explode with passion. His shaft throbbed and spat ropes of pre-cum past his chest as he cried out, wriggling and shuddering in the coils of the naga's scales, helpless and desperate. The ponyboy sunk deeper into his own mind as the naga's shaft filled him over and over, driving his already raging need into a furious inferno. He didn't just need the naga... he couldn't live without this.

"Hnnfrrrkk!"

"Oooh, that made you tighten up, didn't it, slut?"

Malek almost had to laugh. It was just too easy. This cute little horse was just too perfect. A little prod, a little poke, a little naga-style cockring and the pony's whole body went rigid like a board. Tighter and hotter and warmer than ever, fat trickles of cum and pre rolled down the pony's rump as the plunging naga cock deposited more than the bank could handle - the naga wasn't even close to cumming, but Conway's vaults were full.

"Nnnngghhh... ooooh, don't stop, please don't stop!" the stallion wailed. His fists trembled in the naga's coils as his fat belly jostled and shook against the ropes of steel cables sawing him back into place against Malek's hips.

"Yes! Mmf, fuck, yes! Take it all!"

More coils. Squeeze. Harder. Tighter. Whinnying, begging, pleading. A delightful assortment of cute noises that only fueled the naga's primal desire. Malek bared his fangs and hissed as he claimed his prize, buried to the root as a huge blast of thick naga seed flooded his dazed prey. The stallion, wiggling desperately as coils of smooth snake scales rigorously pumped and massaged his dick while pinching off his balls with a tight ring. Unable to cum, his body was wracked with orgasmic stabs of pleasure enhanced by the commands Malek embedded in his brain beforehand. Conway's lips parted as his cock squirted pre, hard and veiny and on the edge of orgasm, but unable to cross the boundary. Not yet... not yet... not until he'd finished satisfying the most important person... his...

"Masssstttteeeerrrrr!"

"Mmmmhhhh... yes, that's right, ponyboy... I'm your master now..."

"Yessssssss! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"

Malek's coils tightened. His eyes closed and his hips jammed forward, completely filling the writhing ponyboy, splitting his rump apart as the huge, dark blue cock disappeared inside. The naga's muzzle dropped open and a sibilant hiss erupted from his wide, muscular chest. Conway's belly fattened and the pony's blank eyes stared into the naga's, fully enthralled.

"Hope you enjoy sealing your contact with me, slut," Malek grunted. His fingers dug in even more firmly as he rolled the horse's head around, working his thick cock side to side as Conway squealed with pleasure. "As soon as you cum, you'll be mine... forever."

Forever? Belonging to the muscular, powerful naga? Conway's balls hurt so bad just thinking about it that he started to writhe and twitch and clench. Malek's forked tongue relaxed as the big naga's eyes lidded over at all the pleasurable sensations sliding up his fat, thick erection. The cute little pony was just so tight, warm, and perfect, Malek thought.

"Please... let me... cuuuuuum," Conway groaned, sagging into the coils, too exhausted to even thrust despite the painfully orgasmic feelings flooding his belly. The coils squeezed and shifted, rubbing none-too-gently as the stallion's flare darkened in color. "Please!"

"You'll be mine if you do," Malek hissed, lips shoved into the pony's flicking ears. "You'll belong to me... you'll be my cute little toy... you'll obey my every command..."

"Hnnnffff... oooh... yes, yes! Please!"

"You'll serve me every minute, you'll do anything I ask without question."

"Huff... huff... I have to... I have to..."

"You'll worship my cock and drink my seed. You'll ignore any other temptation."

"Nnnggggghhhh!"

Conway's shoulders went back, chest and plump belly out, as he clenched and squirmed again on the huge naga dick grinding away at his insides. His balls, bloated and taut, felt like they'd fall off if the naga didn't relax his grip. He needed to cum so badly, but he also needed to make the naga happy... he wanted to make the naga happy... had wanted to... had to...

"In other words, my cute little colt, once you cum, you'll treat me as your deity and worship at my feet!" the naga hissed, his eyes blazing as the gasping, cum-soaked, thoroughly fucked and mind-controlled male groaned with lust and need.

"You don't mind permanently becoming my sexy little toy, though, do you, pony?" Malek growled. Conway clenched all the tighter, needy and greedy and lustful, even more so than the naga. "I could tell the minute you walked in the door that this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes, master!"

Though Conway was barely able to form sentences after such a thorough pounding, truer words were never spoken. He groaned out exactly what the naga wanted to hear and meant every bit of it. Promising to serve, to worship, to suck, to fuck, to do anything for the big, muscular, handsome naga. The more he went on, the more Conway's addled brain filled with supreme and loving desire, blanking out and suppressing any rational thought that wasn't to do with immediately satisfying his master's every need.

The coils loosened. Only a little, but it was enough.

"Cum for me, thrall. Cum and be mine!"

The horse's eyes flew open. His backside arched as his fingers dug into his plump, growing belly, clutching at the outline of Malek's enormous length inside. The colt's thick cock fired off finally, lurching against his round stomach, splattering his seed across his hide as his whinnies and moans echoed through the room. His wide eyes stayed open, locked to Malek's gaze, as his brain succumbed fully, totally, utterly to the powerful naga's every whim. When Malek's large fingers wrapped around his balls and pulled and squeezed, Conway thought he'd have a heart attack. His ponydick fired six, seven, eight feet into the air as the biggest orgasm of his life wrecked him, pulverizing him, and made his hips milk his master's cock until even the naga let out a few shuddering, groaning hisses.

"I knew you were the right one... you took all this snakemeat and you're still ready for more? Perfect," Malek hissed, dragging his shaft free of the gasping, cum-covered male, giving him a precious few moments to sag and drain in the undulating coils. "Well, since my slutty little thrall is still so needy, let's see just how many of my loads you can handle..."

The colt's shoulders twitched as the big, heavy snake shaft thrust back inside of his hole, filling him again. How could he have gone so long without this?

"M-master!"

* * *

A month later...

Conway's golden hide glinted in the sunlight that followed him through the door of the Top Naga Total Gym. The perky colt's tight shorts squeezed around his plump, firm backside, which was already more than an inch thicker and juicier around already. A sleeveless tank top draped down his chest, showing off his toned, supple pecs and biceps. A lewd, round bulge formed by his sheath and sac bounced in the tight shorts, which compressed his maleness in and packed it away quite cutely. His tail, kept lifted by a series of brightly colored, wide bands at the base, brushed across the round globular rump cheeks as he strutted up to the front desk of the gym.

The naga on duty had bright green and dark black scales in a diamond pattern down his head, neck, and back, with flat black in the front. His shirt clung to his impressive chest and arms as he leaned on the desk and grinned none-so-subtly at the cute colt.

Conway ignored the naga and strode past without a glance, merely flashing his ID card before disappearing through the doors into the locker room.

Another naga appeared and shook his head.

"Don't bother - that one's Malek's."

"Oh, shit, really? Damn, glad I didn't try nothing. I was about to."

"I know, right? Most fuckable piece of ass this gym's ever seen, and Malek won't share!"

Inside the locker room, Conway strolled down the aisle between the busy lockers. A riotous variety of colorful nagas each took great care of their clients, though the stallion appeared completely uninterested in the scaled snakes or their squirming prey. He found a quiet bank of lockers, changed, and almost ran out onto the main floor to find Malek.

He was stopped just before leaving the locker room by a tremendously large, powerful looking naga with red mahogany back scales and dramatic, pale yellow scales across his front. He was naked and fully erect, displaying a dripping, veiny black length that, under normal circumstances, would have instilled a need in Conway he'd be hard pressed to resist.

Now, however, Conway simply pulled up to a stop in front of the huge, imposing naga and smiled.

"Excuse me, could I get by you?"

The big naga smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. It was meant to be impressive, but it only reminded the colt of when Malek struck the same pose, but much, much better.

"Sure, but it'll cost you."

"What's the cost?"

"How about you let me use that cute little muzzle of yours for a bit? That'll be a better workout than whatever wimpy training you're about to go do anyways."

Conway shook his head. "No thanks."

The naga smirked wider and slid closer, under his massive black stalk nearly pushed into the smooth, perky colt's chest.

The door to the locker room slammed open, flooding the aisle with light from outside. The naga stopped and turned his head to look.

"Hey, easy on the doo-"

The muscular naga fell silent as he stared at Malek's narrow eyes and disapproving muzzle.

"Oh, this is one of yours, Malek? Hah, sorry, didn't know, anyways, I gotta run!"

Malek's eyes followed the mahogany naga's retreat before returning to focus on the grinning, slightly vacant-faced stallion. The other nagas at the gym were always trying to steal Malek's prize away, not that any of them would be able to break his absolute hold on the devastatingly cute and perky little colt. No, Conway was far too gone now... completely enthralled to Malek, Conway was at the gym every single day, first to work his body into an even hotter, better shape to please the master, and then to satisfy Malek's carnal urges. Then again sometimes at night, when Malek would let himself into Conway's apartment with the key given to him by the pony... and sometimes at work in the employee restroom in the middle of a shift. Conway never complained, though. Wouldn't dream of it. He was just happy to see the master, after all...

The blue and black naga's lips pulled into a broad smile, exposing his fangs, as he watched the pony's bulge lift inside of his already tenting shorts.

"Good boy. If you work out hard today, I'll even give you a reward. How does that sound, pet?"

The muscular black and blue naga grinned and hissed, then pulled the cute pony next to him, fingers already digging down into the hard, firm glutes in the horse's too-small gym shorts, as they walked into the gym and towards the free weights. Conway didn't seem to mind; in fact, he relished the attention from his master, and hiked his hips up to push himself harder into the squeezing palm. Maybe if he was extra good, and worked out extra hard, and worshiped master's fat shafts just right, maybe the gorgeous, steel-scaled naga would even let him cum.

"Oh, master!"

"Good boy..."

The end