Scotty's Colt - Sketch
This is just a rough sketch for a potential story involving my sona, Scotty having a little fun with a colt.
"Is this what you had in mind, colt, when you said earlier you wanted to breed me like a mare?"
Scotty stared down at the younger horse whose eyes who looked directly back at him with humiliation. Both emotions the otter clearly took delight in seeing while he positioned himself over the teenager's erect cock. The reins in one paw while the other gripped one of the harness straps across the horse's broad chest.
Phil burned with humiliation because the "stallion" he was supposed to be should've be the one in charge. Instead, his wrists were bound to the bed and a harness strapped across his chest as though he was merely the otter's property. He was now at the mercy of an otter who intended to "tame him" as he said. Was that thirty minutes ago? An hour? Once the otter's musk assaulted Phil's senses everything became a blur.
"No! I'm no' a col'!" Phil tried to speak through the bit in his mouth and struggled against his restraints but to no avail. His pride screamed at him that this wasn't how a stallion should be treated. The head of his cock teased Scotty's taint and as much as the horse tried, he couldn't thrust himself into it. His body ached with a desperation to spill his seed inside the otter's tight hole. Frustrated moans escaped his throat, but the otter still stayed in the same spot, smiling cruelly down at his plaything. A hard tug on the reins brought Phil's head forward and Scotty leaned down but his butt remained less than an inch from the cock.
"But you're still hard, colt, I think you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Phil tried to shake his head, but the reins kept it in place while the blinders limited his view so that he could only stare back at the otter's hazel eyes. The lutrine's other paw gripped a harness strap while he lowered himself.
Scotty's hole stretched open and the first inch of the horse's cock squeezed in. "Oooh! fuuck!" the otter groaned through gritted teeth and tightened his grip on the harness. "This suits you, colt, you should wear this more often...ah!"
The head slipped in with a pop. The pair moaned in unison while Scotty lowered himself, taking more of the horse's length inside him until he reached the medial ring. The cock pulsed and throbbed, threatening to unload at any moment if the otter continued to move. He didn't. Phil groaned in frustration. After saving himself up for four weeks his balls begged to be drained.
"You like that, huh? I'll give you what you need if you tell me what I want to hear, I bet those balls are begging to be drained!"
Scotty lifted himself a few inches and lowered again. Phil nodded as best he could and moaned louder. He knew that for Scotty to give him what he needed he'd have to submit. He couldn't bare the shame of it, he already felt humiliated enough.
"Tell me you're just an immature colt and you need to be tamed"
"No!"
The otter sighed and shook his head "In that case..." Scotty rose himself up off Phil's cock until there was only two inches inside. The horse made a pitiful, desperate cry. His eyes widened and pleaded for the otter to stay. "I'm happy to leave you here for your Dad to find you, I can find a real stallion to fuck me anywhere, you're not really worth my time"
"No! Pweaf! Fuck me!"
Scotty's ears perked. "Oh? What was that?"
"I..." Phil knew what he needed to say but the words refused to come out. Scotty lowered himself slowly again but not enough. The pressure of the otter's tight walls proved too much for the horse to just let slip away. He needed to fuck. He needed a hole for his cum fill even if it meant giving up his pride.
"I'm a colt" It was barely a whisper. A hard tug on the reins brought the horse's teary eyes to the otter's gaze.
"Louder" he growled before removing the bit. Phil's mouth trembled.
"I'm a colt! I'm an immature fucking colt and I need to be tamed! So please! Just fuck me already! I need you!"
Silence fell between them while Scotty pondered his words. It was for only a few seconds but to Phil it felt like minutes, he was too chocked up to say anything else. And too afraid to further test the otter's patience. Scotty smiled at last and re-tightened his grip on the harness before adjusting his legs on either side of the horse's body.
"You got that right, colt, you need me"