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The stress of the work week had been utterly unbearable. Nona had been out on assignment and was utterly exhausted... but she was exhilarated at the thought of going home to see her puppy. She had so much to show him when they were reunited... so much fun to be had.

Arriving at her spacious home, she smiled to see that her two car garage door had been opened and the large boxes had arrived and been delivered as per her orders to the delivery company. With a spring in her step she dropped her travel bags at the door and slid it closed behind her. With the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning, she began unwrapping the boxes and setting up the toys in the open section of her garage. Once happy with the position of all her new toys, she ran inside to call her dear boy, Ollie.

"Ollie, it's Nona... I have something very special planned for tonight. Be here by 7:30... I promise you won't be disappointed." She hung up, not giving him time to question her or her plans for the night.

Ollie entered the house tentatively; his eyes darting back and forth, looking for a sign of anything out of the ordinary. Nona greeted him in the kitchen, sitting on a stool in the breakfast nook.

She looked stunning, very sporty, like they were going to go out and do something outdoorsey. She wore a pair of tight khaki colored slacks that molded to her soft curves like they were painted on. Over the slacks she sported a pair of a dark brown leather knee high boots. The boots looked different from anything he'd seen her wear before; she was quite a fan of the high heels and tall platforms, but these had a small heel and a high arch and the curve made him think of her tiny toes and how they squirmed when he tickled at them. A long sleeved, button down white blouse and a vest that matched the slacks completed the outfit and made her look ready to take on anything.

"A new look, dear?" He asked quietly as his eyes took in the tightly tailored clothing with an appraising eye.

She smiled and nodded, her hands folded in her lap. "Do you like it? I got this outfit just for you." She slid off the stool. the hard soles of her boots making a rather surprising THUNK on the tile as she turned around, letting him see just how tight the slacks were. Every curve of her thick ass and thighs was highlighted and he growled slightly. Her long red hair was tied back tightly, the curly tendrils nearly reaching the top of her soft, round, ass cheeks.

"It's perfect. You look ... amazing." His cock twitched in his slacks and Nona giggled, seeing the telltale sign of his arousal.

"Why, thank you."

She said nothing else, just clicked her heels and nodded for him to follow her. She walked to the door of the garage and could hear the tension in his breathing, in his movement. The last time he had been in this garage she had brutalized him in retaliation for a night of very passionate, but aggressive, sex. He knew whatever was behind the door was likely to be dangerous... in the good way.

The garage was dimly lit, and she had replaced many of the old fixtures on the wall with new ones, upon which a variety of new toys hung. What really caught his eye was the stand in the middle of the room upon which a large, leather saddle sat.

"Come now, precious, there's plenty of work to be done." She had covered a large section of the floor with a plush grass, cool and inviting, and pointed to it with a flourish. "Naked, on your knees over there. Quick, quick!" She clicked her tongue like he's heard humans to do their pets when they wanted them to heel. He shuddered as he quickly disrobed, folding his clothes and placing them near the door and walked over to the grass. The cool dew covered grass tickled the bottoms of his feet and he smiled, thinking of running in open fields, the wind against his face and sighed happily as he slide down onto all fours.

Nona's voice was soft and gentle as she walked around his naked body, using the solid toe of her riding boots to fix his posture, making sure he was sturdy and ready to be groomed. She sat on his back very lightly and began to brush his soft fur with a thick bristled brush. In slow, sturdy motions she stroked his body, her warm cunt pressed against his back while she worked on his upper back and front haunches. Reaching forward to brush down his strong arms, her nipples brushed against him and she shuddered, whimpering lightly into his ear.

"Such a strong boy, are you, and so pretty! I can't wait to show you off!" She dismounted him with a flourish and came to kneel in front of his, face to face with her precious little horse. She petted and brushed his ears and neck, her lips lingering just inches from him. "You just want to run free, don't you, pretty boy?" She smiled, looking deep into his eyes. He tried to respond, a natural nod coming from him but nothing else, his voice lost somewhere between his brain and his lips.

Kneeling just behind Ollie, Nona began grooming his rear, her hands and the coarse brush stroking his stomach, thighs, calves and ass slowly, gently. As she stroked his tail and ran the back of the brush against his rump, he felt her warm breath against his tail hole as she inhaled his scent deeply; her warm soft lips were so close to his pendulous balls that he shuddered, his cock growing harder than he thought possible. Her attentions having riled him into a near frenzy. He whimpered as she pulled the brush away from him and retreated, her hard boots making echoing click and clack sounds behind him. He stood still waiting for a command, anything from his mistress.

Ollie shuddered as she re-approached, the smooth, cool leather feeling like a second skin on his back as she slid the saddle onto his strong body. As Nona tightened the saddle, fitting it to his body, he looked back at her, eyes fearful but lustful. She smiled and pet the side of his face before sliding the cold black bit gag into his mouth and sitting on his back once again to fit the reigns over his shoulders.

His tack all in place, she smiled and petted his head gently. Her heels dug into his sides and she clicked her tongue, tilting the reigns to the left, and Ollie shook a bit before starting to walk to the left, raising his paw off the grass tentatively and placing it down before lifting his knee and following, bit by bit he started to get into a slow, but steady, rhythm, canting in slow circles around the grassy patch. As he grew in confidence, Nona tightened control on the reigns, guiding him in small figure eights, in more complicated patterns, her hands reaching back to rub his rump reassuringly as he began to almost gallop beneath her.

Nona laughed joyfully, guiding Ollie back to the center of the grass patch with a quick jolt to the right and holding him in place. His breathing was deep and labored, his body sweaty and shaking with joy and excitement. She slide off his back, pulling the bit gag from his mouth and the saddle from his back quickly and setting it back on its stool. Turning back to her lover with a smirk she found him standing, facing her, eyes gleaming with passion, with want.

She tsked and shook her head. "Ponies don't stand like that, do they dear?"

He smirked, his cock throbbing as she spoke. He quickly grabbed her turning and bending her over the leather saddle with his cock pressing between her ass cheeks. He tugged at her long braid, a growl coming from deep in his throat. "Oh Miss, I'll be your little pony, and let you ride me any time, but only if I get to ride you in return." He laughed, wrapping his hand in her braid and holding her tight to the leather saddle as he started undressing her. She moaned loudly, his passion, his power turning her knees weak as she wrapped her hands around the saddle, holding tight, letting him do as he wished.

He held tight to her braid as he maneuvered her to his wishes, slowly pulling her clothes from her body, his fingertips and lips teasing at her as he bared her body to the cool air. He slowly led her around by her hair, an evil grin on his face before leading her to the center of the grassy patch and leading her to her knees. He knelt before her, his cock bouncing before her soft full lips, and she obeyed wordlessly, sliding her pale pink lips around his cock slowly her tongue dancing along the soft flesh as she kneaded at the grass beneath her. He groaned and grunted, her lips always having the power to make him feel weak. He pulled back not wanting to explode just yet, wanting to take her there on the grass to mount her and mate her as if she were his mare.

He tugged on her braid, pulling her head high as he slid to his knees behind her, his cock bouncing against her puffy pink cunt lips. Dripping with desire, Nona arched her back trying to force him into her and he tsked, running his hands over her back and sides slowly, tenderly. She whimpered and moaned and groaned, wiggling her body against him, impatient and wanting she looked over her shoulder, biting her lower lip and staring into his eyes.

He coldly smirked and tugged on her braid forcing her eyes forward as he sarcastically clicked his tongue, teasing the tip of his cock against her clit as he did. She moaned out as his warm flesh brushed against hers and rocked her hips against him. He groaned and slowly slide into her aching cunt.

His lock on her hair was twice as rough as she had been on the reigns while riding him and Nona screamed out, loving the feeling of him guiding her. He used her hair to guide her body to force her back and forth on his cock. He knelt, back straight, riding Nona as if she were his prize winning pony. He moaned his free hand wrapping around to tug on her nipple ring, flicking it back and forth as he slammed deep inside of her.

The slapping and slurping of their love making echoed in the spacious garage, their animalistic moaning and grunting rose above them and engulfed them. They were completely lost in one other.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her up against him, their bodies wrapping together, sweaty and hot, before collapsing into the grass, his cock never ceasing to slam deep inside her. He rolled onto his back, pulling her up on top of him, she began riding him quickly, his hands finding their way to her clit, rubbing at her while she continued to grind down against him. Her cunt muscles clenching around him, her body quivering, shaking. He sat up, his teeth digging deeply into the side of her neck, muffling the grunting as he thrust up into her on the verge of exploding within her. She clenched down around him, her nails digging into his thighs as she rode him, cumming just moments before him. Their competing orgasms, their tandem moaning echoing so loudly tools and toys on the wall were shaking from the intensity.

With a nearly harmonized sigh, they collapsed together on the soft, cool grass. Nona giggled at the feeling of his warm sticky seed dripping between her thighs as their juices mingled and dripped onto the grass.

As their lust subsided they walked together, hand in hand, to the bedroom where they curled up around one another. They kissed softly as they relaxed into the cool, soft cotton sheets. Ollie held Nona close to him, his hands lightly stroking her bare belly as they both drifted off to sleep.

Nona woke early the next morning and sneaked out of the house leaving Ollie to rest after the previous nights events. When he awoke he found a small package sitting on the bedside table wrapped in a bright pink bow, a card attached to it read "To my beloved pony" in Nona's signature script.

With a blush he opened the box to find a thick soft leather banded watch with a silver horse shoe shaping the watch face, his name branded inside the leather band. He smiled and silently thanked his lover as he put the watch on and curled back up to sleep with images of running free in the pasture dancing in his head.