Pony Prostitution
Distinct, as if an aroma of the nose, this land hath drudgery unimagined in a mix belied by casual glance.
It is brought forth in this city of broken echoes and long footsteps into the night like a pall apparition who utters a verisimilitude of unending unknown voices; sound like a flood of chaos into thine ears.
Upon resurgence, a curse of shrubs in a jungle of jutting gray stones thus is awakened. A jungle, indeed, where lust runs rampant through the streets wildly and unquenchable as pattering droplets of ashen coal flicked from a million cigars from an overpowering bleak sky into the countless gutters below.
Waiting upon one corner, flanked by two street lights as if being guarded, was a voluminous and venomous plump brown beast who lent herself well to a cruel hierarchy based upon money and ability to unleash violence.
Well scuffed and grated around rough edges, the mare was a statue of beauty with the keen look of loneliness in eyes that had embraced and promptly discarded any whimsical feelings for those who had used her once--then forgotten in a busy minute of ramshackle hasty denial.
Tears once dotted such a face like cobwebs in an abandoned home; both ugly with the marks of ruin. Cold days and howling winds through thin cracked alleyways blustered her exposed fur with the promise of a bitter and natural abyss of resounding hopelessness.
She walked steadily but occasionally somewhat clumsily in the six-inch high heels of a pair of stainless steel horseshoes with epoxy-resin applied rubber soles for traction and less scuffing on expensive flooring. Such absurdly designed irremovable footwear had been created with the cosmetically fashionable purpose of lifting her juicy thick jello rump for display to possible customers.
It wasn't much of a subtle advertisement, but equine-kind seldom acted with discretion when it came to matters ever promiscuous. She had a black miniskirt that was loose around her waist and legs like the flayed petals of an upside-down blossom.
She deliberately wore her dress to cover her tail so that when she lifted her tail, she raised the back of her skirt to show a potential customer a peek of her goods: a chubby pair of rumpcheeks covered in shiny silken red panties to look like a warm bright heart when she bent herself over for them like a begging horny filly slut. The panties a similar shade to a young mare's pussy when she was in an exaggerated and desperate bout of overbearing horniness due to an unsated period of mating heat.
Stallions loved red; horny eyes drawn to its aesthetic energetic beauty as if passionate magnificent bulls of fucking. They also loved bright pinks in mature adoration; both colors, obviously, pertained to the satin natural delicacy of equine vagina.
Mama Clyde knew these tricks well enough and taught her 'girls' all that she knew about the street sex trade as they worked the beat like a family of entertainers. The money was easy, but the job demanded an energy almost akin to being worked to death.
She adjusted the bursting tight corset hidden by a black spaghetti strap, bulging bubbly brown warm horse breasts bared for a provocative display of demanding feminine cleavage.
Nearby, a skittish skimpy little girly pony fretted and played with his electric pink miniskirt as he looked around; shy blush on a pretty pair of snowy white cheekbones of a sissified made-up face. Lovely green eyes pale as ocean water flitted wildly over every movement and noise--expecting an attack any moment.
The filly boi was new to being a prostitute. All horses new to the life of sexual slut toys were freaked out with nervous energy.
The Clyde sighed in bemused interest as she watched her tiny anal student take out his compact mirror, flip it open, and stare for a long moment at vibrant bright pink lipstick drawn delicately over his muzzle as if he were meant to be displayed as a fragile and elegant china doll to be sold in an auction.
Perhaps, doll was the most accurate metaphor as he looked startlingly pretty--even for a girly gilded femme-colt. There was also an auction here; only the bids occurred between him and the beastly powerful studs who would be taking him away for a cumdump servicing or two.
She cast him a casual glance as her head stayed forward and watched the random display of colorful cars dart past. "How you doing, Jeffrey honey?" She whispered, not intending for anyone else to hear.
The feminine stallion shivered; holding his shivers as his teeth clattered somewhat musically. "N-Nervous, M-M-Mama Clyde." He forced out, a blush as fierce as ever on his cheeks--almost like a sunburn it seemed.
The Clydesdale mare nodded, swatting a short little tail up against the fabric on the inside of her loose skirt.
More cars passed by like a river of rainbow-colored droplets and sunk into the glaring eternity that was the streetlight at the start of the next block. Above, towels flagged in the wind to dry as they hung limply from apartment balconies along an intermittent series of white bursts of light in various open patio doorways from dark rooms illuminated by the eery spectral glow of television sets.
She nods, briefly, switching her purse to her other shoulder as she tapped an impatient beat on the chewing gum splattered pavement with her raised horseshoes. "Uh Huh. Mama was shy her first time, too, baby. It's a scary world out there and you never know who might decide to pick up a sweet girl like you, and you know...
...they vanish forever."
Jeffrey's eyes lit up, terrified. "What...what do you mean?" He slowly asks, a virgin unused body now twitches more in the anticipation of some future horror.
They dropped the question with a heavy silence punctuated by a zipping car or a blaring car alarm in the distance. She could see it happen on him as much as feel it herself--an eery electric cold chill worked its way all over their backs and shoulders like the heart-stopping breath of a ghost.
A soft giggle broke out behind them. Mama Clyde turned around first and spied the palomino boi with his hand on his hip, a large bulge in the front of his skirt.
"Jamie! How'd it go hun?"
The pony smiled as he reached a hand down the front of his skirt and pulled out a wadded bunch of bills, tossing them to the matriarchal whore with an easy underhand throw. "I love turning my tricks." He mused, blushing even as he tried to hide his drenched cum-stained tail and the sticky drips of juice coming out under his skirt.
"Mmmmmm." Mama Clyde breathed deep into the folded money, savoring the stink of perfumed masculine crotch sweat and pony cock juice. "I love it when you get used like this; it makes you tasty." She giggled, cramming the money down her brassiere as she looked around nervously.
She'd been carrying a lot of money over the course of her and her pets business and had gotten robbed a couple times.
After a few moments of strutting and talking, a blue Toyota with faded teal blue paint pulled up to the curb; seedy eyes on a dark muzzle peered out as strong bitter cigar smoke wafted toward them from the opened passenger window.
"Hey sweety, how about we find someplace for a little fun?" He seemed to be talking in general to them, but his eyes were locked carefully on the twitching nervous slutty body of Jeffrey.
"Um...I-" The little slut stallion nibbled on his fingers shyly.
"Awww. How cute; white as virgin snow AND shy. You know, those are two big turn-ons for me. What do you say, hun?" His black shiny body lay provocatively over the passenger seat with shirtless studly pecs and a huge erection poking up from denim pants.
Jeffrey looked back uncertainly at Mama Clyde as his body shook with terror.
"Don't worry honey; It'll be fine. After your first time, it gets easier." She reassures, sniffing faintly at the raisin flavored smoke of the cigar as the stallion turns up his stereo with what could be considered the most self-explanatory phrase in the world; a hip-hop song with the words 'I want to fuck you in the ass' repeated over and over like some obscene prayer.
"I-I-I want to know what you want, B-baby." He stutters out, playing with the hem of his skirt as his pretty white fluffy tail plastered itself against his ass in fear and his ears hugged the back of his head in the same manner in submission.
The black horse grinned, licking his muzzle as he pulled a small camcorder from his glove compartment and tossed it on the passenger seat carelessly. "I want to fuck your hole as hard as I can as I film it." He snickered out, rubbing his cock through his jeans as his other hand tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "How about it?"
Jeffrey squeaked out in surprise, his eyes lighting up like beacons. "I um...haven't been used yet."
The stallion snorted, flicking the ashes from his cigar over on his side of the car onto the street. "That's the best time to use a lovely anal pet like you. I want a virgin ass to push into before someone else spoils my fun."
"F-fifty...and forty for exhibitionism." Jeffrey stammered, looking around in obvious paranoia.
"There you go. Ninety it is. Don't worry, boi, I won't break you--I might like a second taste of that ass another time." As the stud gave him the bills, Jeffrey passed them over to Mama Clyde with a 'wtf' look from his customer. "She your...pimp?"
"Um...I guess she is."
He laughed, tossing his spent butt to the pavement and unlocked the door of his car even as Jeffrey sat down by the camera with all the utter terror that the seat was going to eat him.
No sooner did he have his seat belt on, did the stallion drive away like picking up a gigolo was the most normal thing in the world.
Mama Clyde and Jamie both sighed heavily and laughed; relief flooding through them now that Jeffrey had been handed off to their unofficial gigolo trainer. Newcomers to Mama Clyde's band of sex workers were initially taught the different tricks and techniques, but only their first customer could instill in them the sort of confidence that they were doing their job right.
So, new prostitutes were given 'the stud test'; a first encounter with a raunchy rough well-endowed stallion who would more or less represent the majority of their work duty pick-ups and servicing. The only difference was that this stallion was safe and not particularly aggressive-
And he had been secretly paid for conducting these tests with free sex and under the table transactions
Jeffrey shaded his eyes under long black feminine eyes; too shy and afraid to look up at the stud in the car with him.
Only when they stopped did the white mare slut finally look around. The desolate trash-ridden space under a bridge greeted him; a dirty mattress, several used condoms, cigarette butts, food wrappers, and the stagnant smell of old sweat, piss, and spooge lingered in the air like a choking miasma that threatened to make the filly male vomit.
"Welcome to the hotel California." The stud teased, grinning with a barely controlled erection popped in his jeans like a blue radio antennae.
He snorted numerous times; perhaps expecting to rid himself of this horrid smell that clung to the area like a fog of displeasing incense.
Above, the concrete bridge rattled with six lanes of fast traffic as empty fast food cups floated on the edge of the water just like submarines with periscopes up. Nearby, the stud gusted a long breath from his nose and inhaled deeply once again. "Don't you just looooove that smell?" The masculine creature rumbled out; "It's all me--and a mingling of the smells of the different little toys I fucked. Why...I believe Mama Clyde--your pimp--dripped my cum out over there by the bridge wall as I plowed her standing up."
Jeffrey whinnied shyly as he waddled carefully to the stallion on his immaculate dainty little hoof high heels, tail raised as his eyes wandered all about in a most fretful way; cool wind slapping through his mane. He sauntered with a fully blushed face as he worked it like a gay baywatch intro--a little colt cock pushing up against his dress front like a tiny lump a few inches away from where his belly button was.
The stallion reclined on the abomination of the mattress as he slid out of tight pants as easily as water--hinting at his vast experience of being serviced. His black cock shined powerfully in the moonlight like it had been doused in a thick slippery layer of crude oil; it was an organ that was nothing short of breathtaking as a thick cockhead glistened in the misty white glow with the radiance of a dark colored gem.
His unfiltered male stink overpowered whatever fresh air had been left as he wagged one girlcock-sized finger with patient insistence. "Come on, slut. Let's see how good you are at frosting my cock."
Jeffrey looked at the length of it and was immediately intimidated. The pony had never considered taking on a giant task such as this. Even being given a cock all erect as a plank of wood and ready to shoot, a little horse only had so much to work with besides a tight hungry boihole.
Wrapping his arms around that tree branch shaft and working his dainty tiny tongue all over the skin almost made him feel ridiculous for even considering the idea!
"Hmmmmmm. Put some icing on that for me, baby." The dark shadow of stallion grunted out, his chest flexing provocatively to incite passion in his feminine fucktoy.
Despite his awe, Jeffrey could not resist; crawling forward along the dirty mattress as shamelessly as the whore he was; gripping the throbbing organ in both tiny hands and watched copious pre drops slide down while he held his head close to the hot blood-pulsing thing to lap up every drop with the insatiable hunger of a sexy colt.
The muscles shuddered around him in apt need of release in the natural course of his work. Jeffrey relaxed as the hot tart horsie pre-jism dripped into his wide hot maw and down along his throat with the sweetness and delight of pattering snowflakes.
For the longest time, he could bait the impatient male creature with those teasing licks ever so close to the tip, but never actually touching the puffed sponge of flesh with his tantalizing oral caresses. The underside of the blossoming black fest was especially sweet with the taste of stallion flavor.
Jeffrey looked up at the smiling white teeth of the horse in the shadows of the moonlight while realizing that the stud was as patient as a stone. His little foreplay tricks wouldn't work--the horse was just as calm as when Jeffrey first saw him in the car.
He went on fervently, rough sloppy tongue covering every inch in cleaning licks. Salty warm dickmeat exploded in his mouth with unmistakable impassioned flavor.
His fingers pressed against what could only be described as living silk as his fingers melted into the soft smooth texture of horsecock as easily as water. Jeffrey only wished that the head would likewise melt in his mouth as he suckled on it and sated himself upon the tingling bitter juices erupting from the tip like liquid fire.
"Oh god, you suck so good. Sure you haven't done a big ol' stallion before? It certainly feels-" Then he gasped out suddenly as playful lips nipped and played with his sensitive glans like a black carrot.
He sat back on the mattress with his eyes closed in an aura of pleasure and a body as still and slick as ice; his member afire with a pretty mouth as hot and pliable as sun-warmed mud.
Jeffrey knew he was bringing the beastly male to a devastating ecstatic conclusion of release and the ember wave of afterglow to wash through his body with sudden peace and spiritual awakening. Such moments of plateau and final decline often led to one single moment of weary accomplishment and a loss of all worries and troubles.
Cum like a drug.
The street walker filly shivered just thinking about that elusive concussive state of hot jizm and sudden joy.
But the biggest turn-on for the white pony was not the cock in his mouth and feminine hands. His only goal and happiness were now derived from the control. This incessant desire to bring his client to that world beyond lust or instinct.
It was the simple world of horsie bliss: rolling fields, fresh grass, gentle sun, and a consistently changing pasture filled with all four changing seasons as if a panorama of equine experience.
Jet engines thundered above like angry violent clusters of clouds as continuous trickles of warm juice flowed down his suckling maw. Despite the smell and the disgust of the atmosphere, Jeffrey was firmly glued only to his customer and how much enjoyment they both derived from such a simple yet intense moment of passion.
He had been lost in the heavenly torrent of masculine stink with every shudder and wag of his long pretty braided tail. Great testicles the size of large eggs twitched with involuntary shivers of equine pleasure.
His tongue rolled all over the rubber textured tip like a greased ball-bearing as he orally explored the tender electric skin with burning and dripping slithers all over the urethra, the little recess big enough to fit a finger, and around the crimped flattened ends of the mashed tip.
So soon to release, the little pony could feel it as if the cum were slowly churning in those warm fuzzy peach-esque balls before pumping out. He blushed and gave a choked audible series of gulps as the nectar spewed from the slick dirty cockhead down into his belly like warm milk; causing him to grow drowsy from the sheer unabashed fullness and thickness of such a volume.
For the longest time, Jeffrey was lost in the taste and the unimaginable meal of stud juice as his body threatened to shoot at that moment and blast a load of cum in his panties right at then. He resisted with the barest sense of control as a nervous horny sweat broke out all over his skin as if he were melting.
His eyes found the dark glimmer of the stallions'; warm sticky droplets of cum escaping his lips in a milky froth of sweetened horse musk. In that covert gaze, he found the patience and afterglow of joy that he had eagerly anticipated as a party. Limp body collapsed over the bigger horse as his stocking-covered thighs brushed against muscular athletic legs as he lay there tiredly; a half limp cock now laying lazily on top of his head and oozing final blobs of horsecum into his mane like some obscene styling gel even as the cars beat a tempo above like a distant drum.
Jeffrey could lay here all day in the presence of the inherently horny creature--satisfying the naughty black stud at every opportunity that he required it.
"You know, sexy...I never did get to try out that tasty cumhole of yours yet...I'd really love to fill it to the brim with my stud juice." The horny beast rumbled out, a rough horsie chuckle exiting his mouth in a saucy, studly manner.
He yawned as he looked up with shy little eyelashes between the floppy horse member all over his face.
The stallion laughed as he looked at the little ivory pony playing hide and seek behind his black limp tree. "Now show me that pretty cherry star of yours."
Jeffrey nibbled up along the warm furred belly and chest as he crawled up towards the stud's face, turning his sexy little body around to stuff his perfumed feminized rump against the black sniffing muzzle.
He blushed and sighed as the stud lifted his pretty skirt and pulled the thong out from between his hot tight white asscheeks. Jeffrey almost went wild when the stallion gusted a long steamy burst of breath against his bared little anus with a crude shove of muzzle into his buns and the audible sound of a long content series of sniffs. "Your in heat, aren't you mare toy? Mmmmm...yeah...gotta enjoy that tasty red filly cherry."
The sissy slut pony winked his pink butthole and puckered it in shameful guilty delight as long rough licks razed the sensitive skin like a sloppy rough-hide leather strip.
Being ripped with that tongue made him shiver and melt in expectant bliss as he waited for the magic words from the energetic fiery lips--the simple command to bare his rump for a frantic servicing with a long lance of stone-like ebony cock.
His anal flesh quivered like some rabid little creature as the great horse under him pressed large lips around it and sucked as he licked, stabbing his powerful tongue inside like a cobra fang and licking around the sensitive skin even as his saliva tenderized the inside tissue and muscle of horsie cavity.
Strong hands gripped his buns and separated the chubby muscled flesh of his rear while that magic muzzle clamored against his button and tongue-fucked his tailhole with persistent jabs as his anus throbbed over the slick organ in a frantic bout of male heat that elicited a horny muffled trumpet from the amused anal pirate.
The passionate fire of that tongue seemed to warm him against the chill of the wind with its many cozy long sloppy strokes. Jeffrey could barely resist leaning his buttflesh into that soft animated puffing face as it tasted out his malish boicunny.
"You taste quite good, bitch. I wonder how you feel."
Jeffrey obliged him as he grabbed the long black snake by the neck and put the wide mushroom top against his drool-dripping crack.
The stallion shuddered as the pony sat on his cock like some kind of stool and began to easily slide down over his tip and shaft with greased ease even as muscular intestinal walls snapped his organ in a sensuous grip of horseflesh like the greedy dripping wet passage of a mare.
He sighed long as every inch sunk into the straddled excited form of the little moonlit horse even as sloppy sucking noises smacked in the air and shiny trickles flowed down his legs like streaming neon lights in the silver light.
Even as his cock sunk fully in that tight horseass without any foreseeable difficulty, the pony giggled and waddled side to side to tease him with flaps of that ivory tail even as this tall member scraped the moist insides with sensitive bursts of pleasure-tinged delight.
It flowed through him, every sensation like a dream. Like incense through his brain, every pulsing beat of pony ass on his rod seemed to throb him into a peaceful delirium rather than incite the fire stirring deep in his seed-filled cum orbs.
The pony wiggled on his cock and sent shivers down to his rapturously teased prostate until trickles of ecstatic orgasmic energy pooled into his thighs and belly to collect into one gathering of ultimate sexual energy.
How soon it would be until his sleek black organ blasted that tender ponyflesh into climaxed submission like a stallion fire hose of jizm, launching burning molten cum into the waiting hungry passage of the eager filly boy slut.
A minute passed between those savage pony pumps, the riding ass rubbing the stallion tool in all the right ways to satisfy it to one juice-spewing conclusion.
The stud erupted without warning, his volcano of cock unmerciful in unburdening a giant sticky mess of horse-juice into the tiny throbbing pony hole.
Jeffrey shuddered, unable to hold the massive flood of stud jelly in his filly hole and erupted all over the lap of the black stallion with stringy streamers of steaming horse cum, the musky male wafting into both of their muzzles, making them flehmen and sigh in pleasure.
"You'll learn to hold it in, little slut pony. Wanna clean up that mess for me, baby?" The stud calmly remarked, his marvelous cock limply falling out of the ponies' ass and shrinking until it layed limply on his navel at half its original size.
The pony licked his pink lips with his ears lowered in shy submission even as he nods and those lovely cheekbones flush red with a pretty feminine flash of those pretty long-lashed eyes.
Hours later, early in the morning, Mama Clyde approached the special place under the bridge where many an unusual tryst had occurred.
She already knew that Raph had done his job well and that Jeffrey had been taken back to his little room for his night of hard but quality work.
Now, Raph smiled as he looked at the female Clydesdale from where he lay on the bed. His jeans were on, but the crotch had been stained with obvious wetness from a pre-dripping cock.
The glorious black stallion had also done a good job and waited for his own payment.
Mama Clyde wiggled out of her skirt to the hungry eyes of the horny stallion even as she carelessly tossed a wad of bills on his chest.
The mare smiled and turned around to show off her red panties and bulging muscular ass as she flitted her short tail and dropped that short skirt down her legs.
Raph unzipped his pants and threw them to the side even as he took the small bottle of j-lube from his pocket and held it in anticipation.
"Who's ready for a big surprise, honey?" The Clyde lady giggled out as she wiggled out of her panties and let them fall to the trash-ridden dirt like her skirt and turned to face her most eager 'customer' as he drooled in earnest.
His cock was harder than a black stone as it oozed horse juice all over his chest as he stared at her crotch and could not close his mouth despite every conservative effort to do so.
"Time to get a piece of Mama." The mare cooed gently, removing her shirt and brassiere so her giant horse melons dropped out like fleshy equine balloons.
The stallion absently nodded, turning around on the mattress as he took the lube and squirted it on himself as he waited for his 'payment'.
Mama Clyde snickered as she positioned herself on the mattress nearby him as she licked his pretty black horse cheeks and sniffed his tailhole deeply.
After a moment to savor her power over him, she took a stiff member...
And rammed into him senselessly with her giant Clydesdale cock as he begged for faster and harder thrusts which Mama was glad to oblige.
Hir cock sent shivers and waves of submission all through his body. Raph could not refuse working for hir, as there was not a stallion on the entire planet who could take care of him quite like the experienced Mistress herm horse.
He shot loads and loads on the mattress even as the pistoning herm cock worked his ass like a tireless machine. No matter his weariness or the obvious soreness in his hole, he neither wanted hir to stop nor could she. Mama Clyde had become a beast of impassioned sexual urges working for a long string of climaxes and eruptions of draft cum into his hungry unused studly folds.