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The Teaser Pony

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fuzimir

Fuzimir hummed to himself as he swept the central aisle of the barn clear. Dust and loose flakes of straw piled to one side, guided by his careful strokes, a wheelbarrow with just one handle of the two rusted to a crisp standing to his left, keeping watch. Outside the barn, a young woman laughed, slung her bag over her shoulder and jogged to her car, her day's work at the farm completed. Everywhere the bay appaloosa's ears swivelled, they were met with the sound of human joviality, common on a Sunday night where he worked. It was not an easy world for an equine anthro to live in, being dominated primarily by humans who did not know what to make of the 'animals that walked like men', but they got by well enough. There were fewer and fewer incidences as time went by, even if work was still hard to come by.

Exchanging the broom for a flat-ended metal shovel, Fuzimir smiled and took it in both paws, scooping up the straw, dirt and waste to dump in the barrow.

Kind of like a mediation,

Something like yoga,

It's my religion.

Mucking out and taking care of the yard at the close of the day always soothed his mind, as frazzled as it was that day. It was quiet, nearing the end of the Thoroughbred breeding season. Of course, people still paired together other animals outside the busiest time but it was more common to find their stallions running with mares or the broodmares grouped together in for months on end, bellies swelling with new life. It was not a life that he would have particularly chosen for himself, to work on a stable yard, yet it was the one that he had stumbled into. However, the job was not restricted to mucking out and exercising.

I'm five foot,

But I never feel as tall,

As when I'm cleaning stalls.

He blushed crimson beneath his short, brown coat, glad that no one could see the heat radiating from his dished cheeks. What would his friends think of him if they knew what his job really was? Every day the same thing with different mares and different stallions taking his place after his job was 'done'. And, with all that teasing, constant in its explicitness, there was never any release for him. Sharing a bunkhouse with the other, thankfully male, stable hands, did not allow him much privacy, even if a longer shower or two was expected with his mane and tail to clean the grit of the day from. He took advantage of those long showers whenever possible. Yet his friends... They would have to know sooner or later. Especially with what he had been offered as his 'bonus' of sorts. What if they -

"Fuzimir."

He jumped and spun about, heart pounding wildly against his ribcage. Was it time already? The owner and manager of the breeding farm, a middle-aged woman with tight, thin lips pressed into a persistently hard line, stood framed in the wide entrance to the barn. Despite her rough, worn demeanour, she had his respect for the way in which she dealt with the horses, maintaining a kind firm hand in training and breeding alike. Maria never allowed the stallions to take advantage of mares under her care or even the younger stable hands, who sometimes needed a little more experience than they boasted. Hair pulled back into a tight, brunette bun with streaks of early grey shot through, Maria's lips did not even twitch as she smiled with her eyes.

"Jumpy one today, aren't ya?"

"You startled me," he said, brushing his black mane away from his neck. "What's up? What needs doing?"

"Nothing now."

She nodded towards the half full wheelbarrow and remaining scraps of straw, yet to be coaxed on to the shovel by Fuzimir's boot.

"Last job right here. I've sent the rest of them home, off for the night. They'll be out on the town no doubt."

Fuzimir licked his lips. The dry air did nothing for their penchant for chapping and he swished his tail, conscious of how Maria's eyes followed its path. She never watched the four-legged equines so intently.

"Well, as I said, I've sent them off. Are you prepared? For what we agreed, I mean. We can discuss alternatives if you don't fancy it anymore."

She peered at him in the half-light, sun slipping behind the distant hills, leaving it light enough outside and gloomy within the barn itself. He swallowed hard. It was almost as if she wanted him to back out. But Fuzimir could not entertain the thought, as much as his mind and imaginings sent his stomach into back flips. Misty was waiting for him. He could not disappoint her.

"Um...sure." He grasped at words, tongue thick and useless in his mouth. "Can you give me a minute? Need to finish up a few things here. I hate to leave a mess behind me."

She nodded and walked away, lead rope swinging from her hand as she deemed the conversation over. Fuzimir would have been offended if he had not known how concise she could be and it was likely that she felt uncomfortable by what he was about to do that evening, though she should not be put on edge by it. She had offered the encounter as his 'bonus' for performing as a teaser pony for the mares after the feral teaser stallion fell ill. The mares responded better to him and he was able to work with the stallions too to ensure they were calmer and gentler with the mares, which was always appreciated. Feral and anthro equines had no trouble conversing so it was easy enough to persuade or bribe individuals into a more amenable manner.

However, he formed a special relationship with one little mare. An American Quarter pony, she was used in breeding sessions as a teaser mare for the Thoroughbred stallions. It helped to get them 'ready' for mounting before presenting them with their actual mare and Fuzimir spent hours upon hours after work conversing with her about their respective lives on the farm. She had such a different perspective on life - it was refreshing, he had to be honest - and had a new story to tell every single day.

And then Maria had offered the mare as a breeding partner for his bonus that year. Misty had agreed and that was that: a done deal. No problem, no pressure. It was not as if he was pent up or anything and had a randy mare flagging her tail at him at every turn.

Blinking dust from his eyes, he finished his work for the day, taking the barrow to the neatened muck heap to empty. It was strangely surreal to be going about his daily jobs when such an event lay ahead of him, closer and closer by the minute. Each step felt like he was slogging through mud as he made his way to the little shed at the other end of the barn. In a design flaw, one had to walk all the way around the barn to reach the separate room. It was rarely used for this reason and had been deemed the perfect place to conduct the 'bonus breeding'. He cringed inwardly at the term Maria had taken to using.

Maria awaited him just outside the shed, leaning back on the outer wall with one knee bent to place the sole of her boot flat on the wood.

"Go on in." Maria nodded towards the open door. "I'll be keeping an eye on ya."

"You'll watch?" Fuzimir's lips twisted and his ears slipped down against his skull.

"Yes. I have to make sure you treat my Misty right."

Unsure whether she worried he would kick out like a feral or that she wanted him to genuinely show the mare a 'good time', Fuzimir entered the artificially lit breeding shed and nickered a greeting to the black mare, who was grazing from a plump hay net.

Hey, sweetie.

She swung her head towards him, a tuft of hay protruding from her mouth.

'Hey', yourself, stud. She flicked her tail, ears pricked. They left you alone with me?

Fuzimir shook his head.

No, I don't think Maria trusts me to be kind to you. She still doesn't quite believe that you are intelligent.

Maybe she will believe it when my hoof connects with her knee, Misty suggested, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Fuzimir suppressed a grin.

You wouldn't do that.

Misty considered the notion and shook herself bodily, loose hair drifting down into the straw.

You're right. I wouldn't. Maria is too kind, if somewhat dull to consider me unintelligent. Only means I can get away with more when she's around.

Don't try her patience.

Why would I when I have you tonight?

Misty tossed her head and brushed a set of velvety lips over his chest, nipping keenly at his shirt buttons.

Come on, stud, don't keep a mare waiting. I've been waiting too long for this, for you.

She nuzzled down his chest, nose pushing over the bulge in his jodhpurs, stretched tight over muscle built from farm labour. His paws trembled as he raked his fingers through her mane, combing out the knots, and she nickered in pleasure, neck arching to better enjoy the scratches. Fuzimir heard Maria shift into position at the entrance to the shed, body half-turned to keep a watchful eye both on the broodmares in the field and what was going on between her stable hand and her teaser mare.

Misty grunted, tail swishing in that distinct method of equine communication: her stallion's clothes were in the way. Jerking her head back, she snorted warm air in his face, eyes bright and eager.

Off with those!

Nodding quickly, Fuzimir followed her direction, finding it strange that the four-legged mare had greater sense of mind to advance proceedings than he. Of course one did not wear clothes when they had sex, he knew this. But it was the young stallion's first time with anyone other than his paw. The human ladies had shunned him, deeming his size and manner as an equine too 'wild' for their liking, however proportional his shaft was to his frame.

He stripped down to his bare coat, muscles quivering with restrained tension. Jodhpurs and shirt alike fell in a crumpled heap, boots kicked aside. Unlike a true horse, he had feet with hoof-like toes, which granted him the ability to wear shoes like humans, even if a larger size was warranted. Being naked was more comfortable and he relaxed, cool air upon his coat, ever conscious of the woman watching his every move, however subtle she tried to be in her observation. Misty approved of his nudity and lowered her muzzle to his legs, lips teasing up to his soft balls and shallow sheath.

Stomping, she turned around and presented him with her rump, impatience showing in the quiver of muscles. Fuzimir groaned and shook his head, the sight of a winking mare's pussy instantly making him drop from his sheath and harden, cock bobbing eagerly. Good god, it had been so long since he had last been able to relieve himself... Weeks: weeks too long. The young stallion bit his lip and stroked his shaft with a shaking paw as the mare backed into his free, raised paw, allowing him to massage around her vulva and tail. He relaxed the sensitive nerves as her arousal and need crackled below the surface.

The stallion crouched and nuzzled over Misty's rump, an electric thrill sparking through his body. He didn't get to do this with the other mares, the ones that he helped get ready to be bred. He knew the mechanics of the act but still shivered as if facing an insurmountable obstacle as he lapped softly over Misty's winking sex, pushing his tongue inside to taste the juices making her passage slick, body readying itself for mating. She was sweeter than he expected and he hungrily dug his tongue in for more, adoring how she tasted. The mare's cunny clenched around his tongue and he groaned lustfully into her sex, lips flush against her soft skin. He could get used to this!

But Misty had been teased and acted as the tease a thousand times before and she was not about to be denied what she craved. The feral mare tossed her head and cried out her need to the farm at large, whinny echoing from the stable. Behind them, Maria took a half-step forward in concern and then released the tension in an exhalation - it was only natural. Nothing to worry about.

Now_, Fuzimir,_ Misty whickered, flagging her tail high, need scenting the air. I've been waiting too long - every season is a little harder to bear without breeding. I need you, I need my stud to mount me.

It was too enticing to blindly follow direction and Fuzimir found himself on his feet, cock poised in one paw as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Yet he hesitated, standing on his tip-toes to nudge the flatter head of his cock against Misty's pussy, heat radiating from her winking sex. She was small for an American Quarter pony and it was still it was a struggle to get his sex to line up with hers. Fuzimir cringed. He should have kept his boots on. Tail flicking anxiously, the stallion fought his nerves with a desperate nicker.

Misty, you know I haven't done this...before. You know I don't know how. What if I do something wrong?

Don't worry, Fuzimir, you will do just fine. Please breed me. Or else I'll back on to your shaft myself!

She was only half joking and the stallion chuckled weakly, one paw on her rounded hindquarters as he gathered his courage and pushed in, a low moan escaping his lips. Fuzimir bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste seeping into his mouth. Though his calves trembled in such a strained position, he could not stop himself from pushing in if he tried, sliding into the hot mare who shuffled back to meet him, rump pressed to his hips. There was no questioning her desire and he stroked her hindquarters as he pulled back, like he had seen the feral stallions do, to thrust.

The first stroke into Misty would be one that he would remember forever, hot, wet tightness enveloping his length like a silken glove. It was as if her pussy had been made to fit his cock perfectly. The dark length plunged into her sex and she rumbled an equine groan, tail lifted high as she shifted from hoof to hoof, size stretching her without any semblance of pain. It was simply so good to be filled after flaunting herself around stallions every day! Well, it was not every day but one got the gist of it. Feeling her stud tremble, rocking awkwardly into each thrust, she helped him along, using her weight to roll back into his thrusts, tail held naturally high.

Shaking his forelock from his eyes, Fuzimir struggled to focus as the mare moved, taking her lead and thrusting with all the force and speed he could muster, wanting to please. He remembered how rough the stallions would be with the mares, biting and kicking out, and, though his movements were clumsy, he stroked and petted her hindquarters as he thrust, fighting against his own nature to contain himself. It had only been a few thrusts and he already suppressed the urge to cum, feral need stirring in the pit of his belly. Closing his eyes, he both tried to forget the scene and retain every precious second of it in his memory, the scent of straw and fertile mare fogging over his senses like the windscreen of the jeep on a winter's morning. His muscles ached but he could not drop back to the flat of his feet if he wanted to keep breeding her, moaning loudly as his hips slapped against her rump, building a rhythm he was yet to learn. Alas, there was only so much a sexually frustrated equine like Fuzimir could do and Misty wanted the same as he.

It was too much! He couldn't last that long with such a hot pussy rippling around his length, as if she was trying to milk him dry. Was that muscle contraction something she would do with a four-legged stallion? Fuzimir shook his head, arched his neck and let loose a shrill whinny as instinct overcame him, hips jerking as he shot his load deep into the needy mare's sex. He gritted his teeth together and held on to her rump as if he feared he would topple over, hardly hearing Maria make a soft sound that could have been appreciation. He did not care. His balls tightened up against his body as he ejaculated, throb after throb of cum spilling into Misty. The mare rumbled out a groan and tossed her head, mane flipping from one side of her neck to the other, pussy squeezing hard upon her softening stallion's cock.

See? Misty's sides heaved, lathered with sweat. I knew you would do well, my stud pony.

He perked up his ears and leaned on her hindquarters, finally sinking back to rest the heels of his feet upon the ground. Sweat matted his coat beneath his arms and he laughed quietly to himself, soft cock slipping from Misty's pussy in a rush of combined fluids. A string of semen connected their sexes for a brief moment and broke, leaving the viscous trail to run down from the mare's cunny, threatening to drip on to the floor. Though he did not produce as much as a four-legged stallion, Fuzimir thought that the resulting 'mess' was impressive for his first time.

I'm sorry I didn't last longer, he said, abashed as he patted Misty's flank in just the spot she liked it. You were just so hot and... I've never felt anything like that before.

Oh, don't think anything of it, stud. Misty looked back at him, eyes sparkling. That was longer than one of my kind would have lasted. Do you think she'll let us do it again?

Fuzimir stiffened: he had almost forgotten that Maria was there in the end, observing as she did. Suddenly self conscious, he grabbed for his jodhpurs and held them over his still dropped member, an embarrassed grin upon his muzzle. It felt foalish to hide himself after he had fucked one of her mares and arrogant not to, even with the stupid smile tugging his lips wide. The stallion could not help but grin after cumming inside such a hot mare.

Meeting his eyes, Maria raised an eyebrow, her own eyes telling more than her lips ever would.

"Perhaps we can make an arrangement for your future bonuses?"