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Teasing BDSM

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dafan26019 (Dalarius Frin)

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"Wait... What's going on here? Did the music get louder?"

Peyto held up his hands, laughing lightly, though it was difficult to remain perfectly steady with the drunkenness of The Stables party. Of course, drinks had flowed easily and were always plentiful, but he was not drunk on that but the atmosphere, the barely clothed bodies coming together in the big function room, things heating up more than they possibly should have (at least out in public) between him and his girlfriend.

But he was having one hell of a time, the buckskin stallion moderately built with a fair amount of muscle. Amanda had just about managed to coax him down to his bare chest, though that had taken a fair while, even though he was more often than not flirty and assertive when it suited him. That only meant that when it didn't suit him, he would be just as assertive about leaving his clothes on, thank you very much. What the stallion did not count on in that regard, however, was how teasingly his partner's hands could slide down his chest, teasing the light brown hair, which came with the typical yellow glow of a buckskin, struck through with tiny, barely noticeable dark hairs that gave his colour its name.

Peyto's eyes wandered with a light whuffle, taking in a few of the staff members flitting about, though they were all in various stages of undress (or dress, depending on how one looked at it). Besides those tied up in light bondage poses, grinning and enjoying being part of the performance in the throng and set up on a stage along the wall, his eyes could not help but linger on Dalarius - Dal, for short. The bay stallion had a presence about him that commanded attention and an easy smile on his grey and light brown mealy muzzle. Although his coat was bay and his mane and tail a traditional black, a span of lighter brown, near cream (it depended on the lighting) stretched down his front from the top of his chest, though Peyto managed to drag his eyes away the moment they threatened to lock onto the stallion's crotch.

"Mmph..."

Dancing with Amanda, thinking blearily that they'd have to head back to their room soon, he swung his hips, letting her guide him, dragging his attention all the way back to the sexy mare in front of him. She smirked, tipping his muzzle down to hers, though she did not have to stretch up to kiss him, heat sparking between them, twisting and curling in the pits of their stomachs. Then again, if The Stables did not arouse those that came to their parties and fetish events, they really wouldn't have been doing the jobs that they were there to do.

Oh, but Amanda knew how to get the horse eating out of the palm of her hand well and truly, smirking as she swung her hips before him - though it was not as if anything was out of bounds at The Stables, as long as it all was consensual. It was one of those spots that was always booked, but they had been lucky enough to get a night out there with a little planning and forethought, on her part, of course.

Amanda had come prepared for the event, of course, in a blue crop-top that cut off below her breasts and short shorts that showed off her figure, hugging her hips. Her colouration was a little different than Peyto's, being a mix of her mother and her father, her coat a typical, rich, red-brown bay, though she had a lighter grey and cream mane, which seemed to twist in a hint of brown. Whereas her forearms, down to her fingertips, and her legs, down to her bare hooves, were a darker brown, changing shade quite naturally, it was the cream of her front and the way the creamier shade scooped around her darker muzzle too that set her apart. There must have been paint in her heritage somewhere, but odd fur colours were frequently seen in anthros, considering how common interspecies relationships had become. In Amanda's eyes, unique with the light, cream freckling over her chest and the darker scoops of markings over her shoulders, she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Why be the same, after all, when it was so easy to be different?

The mare had her own way of doing things, quietly working Peyto into a back corner of the main room while others filtered out, the party winding down, though they would not need to stumble down the path across the grounds back to the guest hotel, thankfully. It was a separate facility to the stretching themed rooms and function rooms, looking out down the valley, a private facility where guests would not be disturbed. Frankly, it was there as much for relaxation as it was for sexual pleasure, though not many got to partake in the relaxation side, she privately thought, when there was so much to do.

Ah, but Amanda couldn't slip everything by him, not as she eased her hand into his jeans, letting out a pleased little murmur at the boxer briefs she found within. They were most likely one of her favourite pairs to see on him. She did so like a stallion that dressed to impress her...

"Hey, what are you...mmph, what...are you doing?"

Peyto was no fool as his ears pricked, noticing that the room was a lot quieter than before, the music winding down, though it was hard to talk with his breath hitching in his throat like that. Nickering throatily, he shook his head, his mane shifting from one side of his neck to the other - he wasn't wearing it in a short, upright style at that time - rolling his hips into her hand as his sheath plumped up, thickening with lust.

"Nothing you don't want me to, hun," Amanda breathed, her ears pricked. "But perhaps we should get that stallion that you've had your eye on over here, hm? I should really see what all the fuss is about..."

Peyto's eyes shot open wide and he let out a worried whinny, though Amanda was right there, squeezing his swelling cock, soothing him, turning any concerns right from his mind. After all, they had no place between them, not on a night when they were very much not going to make it back to the guest hotel. A shame, really, the bed was rather big and roomy and plush...

The stallion, with his back against the wall, stiffened suddenly - in more ways than one. For right there before him, striding up in nothing more than a red jockstrap that nicely complimented his coat, was Dalarius. Peyto's grin widened, emboldened by Amanda kissing the corner of his mouth, though all it took was a silent look shared with her, of course, to know that it was all planned by the mare all along.

Sneaky thing...

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But she would get her "thanks" for arranging such a thing later, Dalarius pausing before them, nostrils fluttering in a nicker as he put a hand on his hip.

"Hey guys, I believe you're the lucky two that I'm spending the night with," he whickered cheekily. "Name's Dal, but you already know that, don't you?"

He wasn't bothered at all by Amanda with her hand down Peyto's jeans, instead eyeing up the growing bulge there with due appreciation. Bi with a male lean, Dal wasn't about to pass up any opportunity to show his skills and, of course, if he had read the memo correctly, give the couple a few new kinky things to try out for themselves in the bedroom.

"Sure thing," Peyto said, after clearing his throat, his head nicely fuzzy as Amanda coaxed his cock to being as hard as it could get while trapped within his boxer briefs. "But, um... Ooof, didn't expect this tonight... Ah... Amanda..."

She giggled, Dal cocking his head, ears pricked to attention.

"I see you're already getting started without me," he teased. "Why don't you follow me to the guest rooms here? There are some of the staff quarters attached. All soundproofed, don't you worry..."

Peyto gulped, a hot flush rushing to his cheeks, though the stallion could not help but let out a needy little nicker, Amanda sliding her hand from his jeans, his cock sore and painfully hard. He shot her a look, though didn't trust himself to speak as he followed Dal, her at his side, down the narrow, wooden corridor, space at a premium when it came to the rooms. His ear twitched as they patched a little kitchenette, though it did not look as if it would be much use beyond preparing quick microwave meals and drinks. Maybe the staff got catering brought up from the restaurant?

Yet his attention shifted completely as they settled into the bedroom, Dal being the good host that he was and pressing vodka martinis into their hands - not too strong but just right. Those that worked at The Stables, after all, had more in store than merely sexual tricks. It was why they were paid as much as they were, delivering an experience of pleasure unlike any other.

Also, why Dal loved his job. How could going to work be anything at all like "work" when the horse loved what he did every day?

Standing before Peyto, the horse sitting on the edge of the large bed, the room otherwise lightly furnished with a chest, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers, a wooden theme prevalent, the stallion smirked. His amusement did not reach his eyes, which remained warm and liquid, tail swishing gently behind him. Still, it didn't quite do anything to settle the horse before him, though his mare partner had a decidedly wicked grin on her lips that promised a whole lot of fun.

With Peyto unable to drag his eyes from Dal, the muscle of his chest and the lines of his obliques stretching down right to the bulge in his jockstrap, the horse snorted softly, nostrils fluttering. All it took was one finger hooking under the waistband of the jockstrap, hinting at more, and the lines of tension were back in Peyto all over again, gripping the bed while Amanda rubbed his shoulders.

"See something you like, colt?" Dal teased, the words so easily slipping to his mouth - more easily, in fact, than he contained his arousal before the sexy pair, perhaps just as eager as they were to get going. "You can have a feel, if you like... Let the stallion out of the strap, so to speak..."

Amanda chuckled, but, for the moment, was happy to enjoy the show, though with her phone out and in hand, snapping a few photos for her (later) viewing pleasure was a given. Giving her partner a little push, she wriggled out of her top and shorts, leaving her body in a set of light purple lingerie that was entirely a little too delicate for her and yet exactly what she'd wanted at the time. Amanda wasn't in the habit of denying herself anything, not when a little luxury felt as good as it did, caressing her short coat.

He knew he had permission - hell, it wasn't as if they had not played with other partners before - but it still seemed to take Peyto a longer time than strictly was needed to cross the room. He took in the stud stallion before him, the broad, muscular shoulders that looked like he spent a fair amount of time in the gym to get, though all Peyto wanted was to drop to his knees. He was there before he knew it, the sharp thud of bare, polished wood hitting his knees sending a throb of pain through him - but Peyto was more than eager to set that inside.

"Mmm..."

He groaned lightly, aware with a prickle of sensation, that his partner was watching him, though that excited him more than it put him off. After all, why should he not enjoy, even as he admired Dal's jockstrap, the bulge of an equine sheath that pushed out the front, his balls nice and full and heavy within? At least, that was how Peyto imagined them, glancing up at Dal for permission as the stallion nodded, his hands back behind his head, fingers loosely interwoven into his mane.

Carefully, though with obvious need, Peyto slipped the jockstrap down over Dal's sheath, considerate of his nuts, the heavy sack hanging smoothly the very moment it had been freed. Although his hands moved to slide the underwear, which would no longer be needed, down the stallion's muscled legs, his face remained close to Dal's crotch, warm breath tickling his soft sheath, lips so very tantalisingly close.

"Give him a kiss, sweetie," Amanda chuckled from the bed, though the mare made no illusion as to how her hand was lightly pushed between her thighs, teasing the folds of her pussy through them. "You know you want to... Don't you want that too, Dal?"

The stallion grinned, ears twitching, though it was the keen swish of his tail that gave him away.

"Sure... Let me show you, Peyto..."

Dalarius' large hands came down on the horse's head, drawing him in close, even though there had not been all that much space between his body and the buckskin stallion's, showing him the way. It did not take much insistence, but sometimes those that came to him for his services needed a little encouragement, though Dal could have seen his partner pushing her guy's head down into his crotch if it had taken her fancy too. She didn't much look like the kind of mare to not get what she wanted, a mental note that Dal made for later.

Peyto blushed heavily and moaned, though the stallion knew a thing or two to do with another horse's sheath and balls, his hands trembling up, though he could not help but grow in confidence. Lightly, softly, he kissed and lapped at the stallion's sheath, playing with the soft fold of flesh that held so much promise, dipping his tongue inside. His ears flicked back at Amanda's firm but gentle encouragement, though Dal's hands were what steadied him the most, guiding him down, encouraging him to please his balls too, to take his liberty in warming up however he wanted.

The stallion groaned, nuzzling between them, the warm, heady, earthen musk of stallion washing over him, driving his cock to throb, though it could not harden up fully within the hold of his underwear. Belatedly, Peyto cursed himself for not wearing something a little looser, though he'd had no idea that Amanda had planned a proper night out - a full night! - for the two of them! With the tightness in his jeans, he was pleasantly forced to pant shortly and sharply through flared nostrils as he nuzzled at the stallion's sheath, working his way back up to tease his cock out.

It did not take long, as tantalising as the soft sheath was against his lips, the stallion rather expertly coaxing out Dal's soft shaft, though it would not remain so for long. A hot spill of stallion meat eased out, the tip flat and bulging out the neck of his sheath, the whicker from Dal's lips music to Peyto's ears. Even Amanda sucked in a breath, her fingers pressing a little harder between her thighs, toying with the spot of wetness there.

"Damn..."

But that moment was for the stallions as Peyto lavished attention on Dal's soft but hardening cock, taking the pliable head between his lips and giving it a little suck. The length smoothed out over the wrinkles and the medial ring as the stallion hardened, rolling his hips forward with a pleased nicker, hardening lightly within Peyto's mouth.

"Damn, you've really got a mouth on you," Dal teased, running his fingers reassuringly through Peyto's mane, though it looked like the stallion didn't need much reassurance at all once he got going. "I can see why your girl likes you between her legs so much..."

Amanda barked a laugh out loud at that, though the heat in Peyto's cheeks could not grow more, the need to please rising, clawing its way up through him. He was more of a submissive sort, though could switch when the mood was right, even though it was not something that he did all that often. Why worry so much about being in control, after all, when Amanda was already so good at it?

Yet Dalarius had no time or inclination to set his own needs aside, blowing a kiss to the camera as he rolled his hips, allowing his cock to harden to its full, throbbing extent within the more submissive stallion's mouth. Such a tongue, thick and fleshy, pressed up to the underside of his shaft. Dal trembled, impressed as Peyto even managed to flick his tongue over the medial ring when there really should not have been enough space within his mouth to even do that. Sometimes, patrons like Peyto could surprise him...

Amanda watched lustfully through half-lidded eyes, wanting to watch even as her own arousal got the better of her. The mare worked her underwear down a little to expose her pussy while Dal guided Peyto's head back and forth on his cock, no longer soft but hard and wanting, the kind of length that a stallion would be amiss not to suck. Her partner seemed to be doing well, for she knew how good his lips and tongue were between her legs, though the lure of playing the voyeur left Amanda itching to join in.

All in good time, however...

"Mmph, good colt," Dal grunted, rocking his hips with a little more purpose, spearing his cock over Peyto's tongue into the back of his throat. "Good thing we horses...unff...don't have a gag reflex...huh?"

For there was none to be found, even though a horse anthro could respond to the pressure of something pushing down their throat, the bulge of Dal's cock showing as he ground tenaciously into the back of Peyto's. The horse's eyes watered faintly, yet there was no reflex, only pressure, his lust rising as he moaned around the stallion. It was so easy to give in when it was all that he wanted, slavering and drooling over that impressive length of stallion meat, mottled through dark grey and pink when it was fully engorged. Mentally, dimly, Peyto thanked his lucky stars (and Amanda too, of course) that he was getting such a night out.

Yet, to his upset, the stallion pulled out, leaving him grunting and straining after that cock as if it was a treat that he could not wait to get back into his muzzle. Even Peyto's pink tongue tried to flick out to follow it, Dal chuckling throatily and rubbing the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the roots of his mane at one of the itchiest spots. Under him, Peyto could not help snorting, releasing a little tension.

"Come on, why don't you get up on the bed with your partner now? But slide those jeans down real slow for me, put on a good show, pony..."

Peyto shivered, though the grin on his face told the tale of how eager he was to obey, scrambling onto the bed, thankfully that he was already bare-chested. It made things easier as he shared a brief, but hot, kiss with Amanda, fingers trembling terribly as he worked at the button of his jeans, his aching hard-on making things more difficult rather than easier in any way.

But he got them down, awkwardly, slowly, catching on his cock as the bulge and damp spot showed through his blue boxer briefs, not enough room in there for his fully engorged shaft. Yet the shape clearly showed through the thin material, Dal letting out a low whistle.

"Damn, that's nice... Alright, I'll take it slow for you, get you nice and warmed up, hm?"

That sounds great, Peyto thought. But he would have agreed with anything that the stallion wanted, as long as he got the other horse over him, dominating him, feeding that lust that had been simmering and curling deep within his gut for too long already. He moved lightly onto all fours, "assuming the position", though Dal was gentler with him than Amanda, who already knew what she wanted.

"Mmmph, it's so hot watching you..."

The mare nickered, pulling his muzzle down between her legs, though her underwear was still stretched between her thighs, getting in the way. With a huff of breath, while Dal set up behind Peyto, cock in hand, she hooked her legs up, pressing her knees together so that Peyto's muzzle could nuzzle and lap at her pussy while her hooves dangled over his head. It was a more vulnerable position to put herself in, but one that came with more delicious sensations still, from the fact of having her legs pressed together, making her passage all the tighter for it. Besides, it was easier to make herself vulnerable when she was in a position of power, relishing in voyeurism even as his tongue swiped up her plush pussy lips, swollen and ready for attention.

Peyto dove into her sex eagerly, tongue slipping between her folds as if it belonged there, dipping into her honey pot to taste her. Hell, she was wet, so wet... Had Amanda gotten that turned on from watching him? That was a hot thought and Peyto rolled his hips back, not wanting to move too far from his position, inviting the stallion to mount him, for there was only one thing that could come from being on all fours with a hot cock already grinding between his muscled rear cheeks.

Dal's shaft ached for it, though the stallion had plenty of stamina too, presenting the tip of his cock, drooling with pre-cum, to the pucker of the stallion's tail hole. There, he paused for a beat, letting Peyto feel the might of him behind it, how his cock throbbed with every pump of blood around his body. Why, his balls were practically aching to deliver a load of seed, even though he had only gotten off a few hours ago. For a stud of The Stables, getting off multiple times in a day was an easy feat after the special training they put their staff members through.

He pushed in slowly, letting Peyto feel it, every inch, the throbbing head of his cock desperate for more. Though Dal was a professional, taking his time, Peyto's gasping nickers driving him on as Amanda pulled the stallion's nose into her crotch.

"Mmph... Fuck yes..."

The mare let her head roll back onto the bed as the stallion's head swam with lust, needing it all, needing it so very much that he could barely think straight. His ears splayed out submissively, bent over the bed with Dal bearing into his tight tail hole, inch after delectable inch. The stretch was incredible, though he had taken dicks, of course, before, but not for a while, not for a little while. Not with a real cock too, that had to be said, for he'd been with Amanda and, well, busy with other things for a time.

It was enough to get his dick hard and aching, drooling pre-cum all over the bed as if he was a dripping tap, ready to blow at a moment's notice. He didn't want to cum too soon, but there was a part of him that ached for it, all the same, trying to roll back into Dal's long, slow thrusts, penetrating him fully, opening him around the meat of his cock, lapping into Amanda's pussy. There was too much for the horse to concentrate on, so much happening all at once, but it was a perfect position to find himself in.

Having warmed up more than enough already, Amanda wasn't about to let the moment go to waste, the show of her partner being penetrated right there before her eyes. The flag of his tail was particularly tempting in how it brushed up against the stallion's abs, pushing off to the side as if Peyto simply could not get enough. Huffing and panting, the mare's nostrils flared as she laid her head back down, using her shoulders to push her hips up from the bed, an arch in her back, grinding her clit over his lips.

Fuck his tongue, she thought hazily. Amanda's need was too great to think of anything else as she humped and rolled her hips, needy grunts and whimpers from Peyto trembling into her sex, taken as her own. There was no telling which of them would reach their high first, though Dalarius thrust more urgently, his hips slapping Peyto's upturned arse with every thrust.

"Unff... How's that feel, pony?" Dal teased, leaning over Peyto solely to run his fingers through his name. "Mmm... Not quite so tight anymore. Bet I can make you cum hands-free."

Peyto blushed heavily and nickered, but Dal wasn't expecting an answer, not as his strokes picked up the pace, driving in harder and faster, with a demanding grind of his hips. For there was something that his body needed from Peyto too, driving in furiously, only the first "real" round of their night of fun.

Dal wasn't going to let the stallion and the mare, after all, slip out of his grasp too quickly after he'd found out how much fun they were to play with. Maybe Peyto could be brought into a more dominant, active role too, if he played his cards right... It was always fun to see who could switch, who could change roles, all so that everyone could experience every last little bit of the fun that they deserved.

It was what they were there for, after all.

He couldn't help speeding up, however, using every grind of his hips to bring the stallion under him closer and closer to his peak, though Amanda was the first to lose control. She gripped Peyto's head hard, fingers digging and twisting into his mane as if she was never going to let go, squealing as orgasm took her. It was not a sound that any mare would have made, willingly, outside orgasm, cutting through the room as the stallions responded instinctively to it, panting a little harder, cocks drooling more readily.

Oh, they wanted it, but that was an old, instinctual remnant in their psyches that would never truly go away, wanting to hear that sound again, balls aching, churning, threatening to spill their loads right there and then. But Dal wanted to see Peyto lose control before him, clenching his jaw until a muscle jumped at the corner of it, eyes narrowed, his paws running over the equine's muscular back again and again.

"Come on, pony," he breathed, grunting between strokes. "You can do it...come on... Cum for me!"

It was more dominant than Dal had thought he was going to get that evening, but the muffled neigh that Peyto let rip was all worth it, to push the deferential stallion over the edge. And, so, he fell, cock aching, throbbing, cumming without even a paw on his dick, let alone a mouth or a tail hole, his pony-pucker clenching near enough viciously around Dal's cock. He couldn't control himself and neither did he have to do as his tight backside was spread open repeatedly, painting the bed under him in long, thick ropes of horse cum.

That left Dal with no reason to hold back, exhaling in a loud puff of breath, nostrils moist with it, hammering in, showing his true strength as a stallion in every driving stroke. His balls bounced teasingly off Peyto's, with the stallion's legs slightly spread under him, allowing the contact to be made, with every thrust, though that only drove him on to fuck the buckskin harder and faster, letting forth feral need. There was nothing else for it but raw desperation, the need of one stud before another, until Dal tossed his head proudly in a triumphant neigh of spilling his load.

"Oh, fuck, yes..."

He groaned deeply, tail flagging, spending himself into Peyto's tail hole, his legs shaking slightly - but he had been working all night at the party too, to be fair to him. He could not go forever and would need just a little time to relax afterwards, even if he would take care of his guests too. That did not mean that the bay equine could not roll his shoulder blades back and tip his head, exposing the vulnerable expanse of his throat, lusting as he was, for the moment, nothing more than the moment. Cream flooded the willingly pulsing tail hole before him, making the way of his cock even slicker and easier to fuck than it had before.

Subtly, Dal smirked. Why would they ever need lube when cum was the best lube anyone could hope for?

He drew out slowly, the tightness around his cock so velvety and clinging that it was a shame to pull out, though he needed a moment, grunting thickly in the back of his throat.

"Fuck, you feel so good..."

Peyto blushed heavily, though he was still reeling from his own orgasm as Dal's cock slopped messily from his tail hole, half-hard and drooping slightly under its weight, a string of cum connecting his anal ring to the tip of the stallion's flare for a heartbeat of a moment. Yet the spell was broken as Dal shifted back, breaking the connection, cum drooling viscously from Peyto's slightly strained ring. There was a gape there, just about, but it was a subtle one, one that was only shown with the pants of the buckskin stallion, his muzzle marked with the arousal of his partner.

Amanda smirked and rubbed Peyto's head, letting her partner slump to the bed, a little cross-eyed. He'd be more than ready to go again, but he did better with a sugary drink to revitalise his system. Guys couldn't help that their bodies so often wanted to sleep after going a round! But there were ways around it...

To her surprise, Dal eased off the bed with her, comfortable in his nudity, and she accepted his offer to walk ahead of him, swinging her hips a little more. It was good to have eyes on her and why should she ever worry about turning a stud on just a little bit? Still wearing her bra and crop top, she was entirely too dressed for the occasion, though all that would come off in due course.

"Didn't think you'd be rushing back out to the kitchen too," she teased, bumping Dal with her hip as she fetched a quick glass of water from the kitchenette, checking a couple of cupboards before finding a glass. "Is there any lemonade here too? He loves that."

"I wouldn't be a very good host otherwise, would I, if I let my guests slump so quickly," Dal countered, though his cock throbbed a little with arousal at the mare's closeness, eyes roaming her body while he tried to concentrate on what she had asked. "Ah - drinks in the fridge. I know you read the e-mails and stuff, but help yourself!"

Amanda chuckled. Of course, there were agreements to sign for anyone wanting a private night at the stables, but half of those were directions on where the facilities were and the like, just to make sure that everyone who joined in the fun was well-orientated. She'd already known the basics of what facilities were open to guests there, though anything that they weren't supposed to get into was locked up. It wasn't as if anyone staying for the after-hours parties and the like at The Stables were going to be interested in anything other than exactly what they were there for. She most certainly wasn't.

"Don't mind if I do..."

The lemonade was in one hand, but she set it aside, the bottle cool with a touch of condensation to its outside. Pressing up against the stallion, she snickered lightly, running her hand down his chest to his abs, fingers trailing around his sheath. He'd softened a little more while they'd been down in the little kitchen, but there was nothing there that they had to rush to get to, languishing and enjoying their time together with soft grunts and huffs.

Her fingers trailed, tipped with tiny, hoof-like ends that, in a way, were like very chunky nails. Every equine anthro seemed to have ones that were slightly different, the stallion trembling keenly as he whuffled, letting her tease his sheath, all the way down to the heavy orbs of his nuts.

"Mmmph, damn..."

Amanda smirked.

"What? Just checking out the goods for Peyto..."

Of course, she was, but it was so much more than that too as her eyes glinted and she pressed in close, turning around so that she could better grind her arse up over his crotch. It took little more than that to tease his cock back to full attention, Dal leaning back against the kitchen counter and letting her do exactly what she wanted with him. It was not as if he was not in any way unamenable to what was going on, after all...

"Mmm, it's always more fun when you get a pair or a group to play with," he nickered, winking, his hand on her hip, guiding her back against his throbbing hard-on, sliding between her rear cheeks. "But you're too eager to get the second act going without your pony..."

Amanda flushed and stomped, mane half-falling over her face and eyes as she glanced back at him.

"Hmph, so what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

A touch of "brattiness" was something that Dal, easily, could deal with, the stallion smirking as he scooped Amanda up in his arms before the mare could say a single thing about it. Although she gasped, surprised at the sudden contact, she still managed to arch back against him, cradled with her legs over one of his arms, pressed together, her bare backside exposed.

Whereas she was on more even footing when it came to Dal than Peyto, the stallion still had a trick or two up his figurative sleeve to get a mare to comply, though it really wasn't that difficult. Especially so as he snorted and held her back against his chest, right there in the kitchen, sliding her pussy down onto his cock as if she had become nothing more than a cock sleeve to him. Of course, she was so much more than that, but it took her breath away to be used, chest heaving in a futile effort to regain what had been lost back into her lungs.

"Ohhhh..."

She let her moan come, swooning, a little bit impressed by the stallion - not that she would have said that aloud. Yet his cock fit perfectly inside her as Dal used her body weight to slip down lower and lower on his shaft, past the medial ring. With his arms supporting her, there was never any danger of his cock going too deep too quickly, pressing more uncomfortably up against her inner barrier, but he did kiss her atop the head, tail flicking cheekily behind him.

"Grab the drink then," he all but chirped with a friendly nod at the lemonade, which had been forgotten on the counter. "I think we can come up with a few new things to tease your pony with, hm?"

He thrust slowly, taking all sensible thought from her mind, though Amanda could hold on and grind with the best of them. Panting heavily, she smiled open-mouthed, tipping her head back so that her ears tickled his chest, tail brushing up against his stomach.

"Well, he didn't really know what to do with any kink stuff..." She suggested, breathless but wanting, squeezing around the cock inside her for an extra jolt of sensation that had her head spinning. "Any of that...mmmph...stuff around here? Just light, you know, to introduce him?"

Dal grinned, rolling his hips a little as he leaned back against the small span of unadorned wall in the kitchen, though he still had to be careful of the fire extinguisher there.

"I know just the thing, we don't have to stay in that room, you know... There's a few fun things there, just to introduce him. He can even try things on me!"

Amanda grinned, grunting and swallowing, trying to bring words to her lips. Damn, why did that horse have to make even the mere act of talking aloud so difficult? But it was probably why he was one of the best studs there, after all.

"Mmmph... Ah... Sounds...perfect..."

She moaned, tail pushing back against him, instinctively wanting to flag even though the stallion was already deep inside her. Dal only chuckled, though he could not deny that he was affected by things too - she'd gotten him so hard all over again so quickly, after all - flexing to push off the wall and walk, however slowly, back to the room that they'd come from. It was difficult for him, the mare in his arms a good weight to carry, though it was probably the fact that she was not a conventionally shaped load, like what he would have lifted at the gym, to carry that caused more issues.

Still, he was more than strong enough to carry her and the throbbing of his cock lured him on, sunk into a hot, wet pussy that begged for more, flexing around him with every tiny shift of her body. Amanda's legs dangled before her as he shouldered his way back into the bedroom, Peyto lying on the bed facing them.

He shot up onto his knees, cock soft and withdrawn into his sheath, at the sight of them. Yet the slack in his jaw and how he moaned, his sheath plumping out a little bit more with arousal, told the tale for him.

"Amanda..."

"Ah-ah-ah," Dal cut in, staving off further questions, for there was a little something more that he could offer the stallion, his new experience of sorts. "Quiet now. Your lady has something in mind for you, so lead the way out of here. You don't need your clothes right now."

He was not submissive right there and then, per se, but he was more amenable, following Dal's lead, something of an eager bounce in his step as his bare hooves clip-clopped down the wooden hallway. Being at someone's whim was one thing but seeing his mare impaled on that thick length of meat, what had only just been inside him before the stallion, of course, had cleaned off... Mmmph, it was damn well hotter than it had any right to be.

The room that Dalarius directed them to, bringing up the rear with the extra weight of another body in his arms, was not far down the hallway, each door looking the same to those that were not versed in what lay behind them. The bathroom at the far end, of course, was the only one that was clearly marked. In a way, it was eerie how everything looked the same, though the element of mystery and surprise had the hairs on the back of Peyto's neck tingling as he snorted and shook his head, pausing where Dal directed.

Still, he hesitated, eyes sliding back, wanting to drop to his knees and shove his muzzle up between them, right where their bodies joined. He didn't know if it was possible to get his tongue into a stallion's sheath while they were buried inside his mare, but he wanted to try, wanted to taste the combined slick of their arousal leaking forth. Dal snorted, drawing his attention, with some difficulty, back to the present, sheath plumped out a little more than before.

"Open it up, there's no one in there, cutie."

Peyto raised an eyebrow, not quite knowing whether to look ahead of him or at the stallion fucking his partner, though both were appealing options. The lure of something new won out, his hand on the handle, pressing it down to reveal another room before them, though it was more than he could ever have expected.

It was lightly furnished, though the bed was a little lower with a metal headboard and soft, leather straps and cuffs dangling from it, though it was warming rather than intimidating with a rich, purple bedspread. Something that looked like it was made of some kind of fabric, though reinforced, dangled from the ceiling in the open space to the right of the bed, which would later be revealed to be a sex swing, Peyto's ears pricked to attention. That was not all of it, not even as Dal shuffled in to sit on the bed with the mare in his lap, cock pushing deep, squelching up into the mess of arousal and pre-cum drooling from her pussy.

No... There were handcuffs too, smaller things, a line of dildos on a shelf (ordered by size, of course), some clamps of some kind (he didn't know what those would be used for), a harness that Peyto kind of wanted to see if it would fit him, going over his shoulders and around his torso... The horse was not lost for things to look at, grunting softly, his cock retreating in light intimidation even as his need and curiosity grew.

"I think you've been making plans without me," he breathed, tail flicking, though there was a smile on his lips still. "Damn, Amanda..."

Dalarius winked at him, letting Amanda sit astride him on the bed, though it was an unconventional position to have her riding his cock, facing away from him. She managed to get her knees down on the bed, arching her back to grind onto his dick as he lay down, mounting him in a reverse cowgirl position. For they had teased one another more than enough and orgasm had to be gained before they could move on to the tease and lure of experimenting with kinkier play.

All for fun, of course... All to see what they liked.

Dal grunted as the mare slammed back onto his cock, the bed bouncing and lightly squeaking with every grind of her hips, though his hand came around just in time to press at the front of her pussy. He found her clit by following the line of her folds, spread around his cock, drawing her neigh into a deep, fervent moan, Amanda's head twisting back and forth as she rode him.

"Ah - fuck!"

She couldn't hold back, slamming down all the way onto his cock, not an inch left to waste, Peyto watching, his lips parted for breath, sheath slowly, so very slowly, plumping out with his cock. He had to watch, for it was a lure to do so, keeping eye contact with Dal even as the stallion crested his peak at the same moment as Amanda, the two equines reaching their high at the same time.

Their throaty grunts and neighs filled the new room, Peyto belatedly closing the door after them, though there was no one there that would disturb them, not while they were in the throes of lust. Dal pressed his hooves down into the floorboards, painted and polished, thrusting up into her with every spurt of cum, though the sloppy mess of their bodies coming together could not be held solely inside Amanda. It drooled thickly out of her strained pussy as he took her, though there was some conflict in who was taking who, even if it was all in the name of fun. With his fingers squeezing and pressing down just the right amount on her clit, Amanda's legs shook, bearing through orgasm while she slumped to all fours over Dal's legs, doing her best merely to remain where she was.

She did, however, manage to slide off the stallion to sprawl beside him, smirking and snapping her fingers. Against himself, Peyto jumped.

"Come on, sweetie," she murmured, husky in the afterglow. "Get him clean. I don't want him to have to go clean off again before the next round for you..."

Peyto was only too eager to help out, kneeling between the stallion's legs as he inhaled deeply. The scent of his mare's sex wrapped around him, but there was a lust there too, the musk of a stallion, mingled with the scent that was intrinsically Dal, though there was a hint of cologne in there too. Smiling too widely, for he still had to be able to use his mouth, he nuzzled over the stallion's balls, lapping and scooping up the spill of cum and female juices from them.

Dal grunted, appreciating the attention, letting Amanda nuzzle into his neck while he slung an arm around her, taking warmth and comfort from one another's bodies in the afterglow. The horse's thick, fleshy tongue scooped around the base of his cock, dipping into the pliability of his sheath, playing back and forth to make sure that not a drop of mess was left behind. It should have gotten Dal hard again right away, but even he needed a short break between rounds - besides, there were other things that he could get Peyto to do, things to try, all as Amanda had said.

"Now..." Dal groaned, though it took a while for the words to move from his head to his lips. "I think...there're a few things here that we can try. But you can say anytime you don't want anything, alright?"

Peyto swallowed hard, not only to get the cum he'd been holding in his mouth down his throat, but a little from anticipation too. He would not have called it nerves, only that he didn't quite know what to do with all the stuff in the room! Well, dildos and handcuffs, those were self-explanatory, but some of the other things and what was hidden within the chest at the foot of the bed (something that he remembered had been in the other bedroom too) offered possibilities that he might not have known at all where to start with.

But that was okay as he had a guide, Dal taking him in his arms and kissing him deeply while Amanda, for the moment, took her time, slipping entirely out of her clothes and tossing what remained on the ground. She watched, teasing her nipples with the very tips of her fingers, as Dal took the handcuffs and showed Peyto just how he could use them to attach his hands back behind his head and up to an O-ring in the wall.

Of course, one thing that Dal did not tell Peyto was that he knew a few tricks to get out of handcuffs or other bondage if needed - especially those, which were a padded kind with soft leather encircling the hard metal. They were a good set to start with, without being the "pink and fluffy" kind that quite often broke as soon as they were snapped into place: they really were useless, in his humble yet experienced opinion.

"There you go, you can't stay like this for too long, the blood leaves your hands eventually and can make your fingers tingle, but your hands can go without blood for a little while, don't worry."

Peyto licked his lips nervously. It was strange to stand in front of a stallion like Dal and be the one, supposedly, in control. Yet what else could it possibly be with the horse's hands up over his head, flexing, muscles on show, even if his cock had softened and retreated into his sheath?

"Uh... What do I do?"

Amanda chuckled from the bed, though it was not an unpleasant kind of chuckle, but more one that knew how he felt, that she had been there before too.

"Whatever you want, hon," she said, nickering encouragement. "Go on... There's nothing you could do here that wouldn't be okay, trust us. You do what you want to do, whatever that is."

Dal could see the worry and confusion in his partner's eyes, the stallion shifting his weight with a little concern - but he could take care of that. All it took was a swish of his tail to remind Peyto why he was there, and that namely was the thick length of stallion meat that was currently hidden away inside Dal's sheath.

If there was one easy thing that Peyto could start with, testing that edge of control and doing whatever the hell it was that he wanted, it was coaxing that delicious beast back out once more.

He lowered himself without squatting, for it would have felt wrong, that time, to kneel, at least before Dal. Not when the tables had been turned in such a way, offering more, changing things up so that he could see what more he might like.

Still, what he did was press his nose into the horse's soft sheath, inhaling deeply, snaking his tongue inside, seeking out the stallion's shaft, all for the fun that could be involved there. Yet part of the fun in it, at least for him, was seeing that soft shaft slip out, inch after inch, so very slowly, drawing it all out. Peyto might not have known quite how much time was left there, but he was determined to make the best use of every last second of it.

"Ohhhh..."

Dal rolled his head back, closing and flexing his fingers from and to a fist, shoulders shifting. He couldn't stay still, not while Peyto was playing with his cock like that, though he was quick enough to catch the buckskin stallion's shaft sliding out too, a mottled length that was mostly grey with a fleck of pink. He'd have to investigate that a little more at another time...

His soft shaft pulled down under its weight, forming a downward curve, though Peyto was not about to let that go to waste, standing to grind his own soft cock against the other stallions.

"Ah... Ooff..."

They ground anxiously, snorting and grunting, the air filled with lustful, equine noises while Amanda watched on, spellbound, enjoying the show as much as she wanted to be a part of it too. Yet it was Peyto's moment, even if she would doubtless be involved again very soon, her tail lifting, showing off her arse, even though there was no one there to appreciate it, not at that time.

"Mmm, you can do better than that, pony," Dal grunted, encouraging Peyto with a wink. "What do you really want to do?"

Peyto surprised him, his hand coming up to press lightly on Dal's throat, but it was likely that the stallion did not think about how controlling that small motion alone could come off as. He did not press hard enough to hurt Dal or even affect his ability to breathe, but the mere fact of his hand being there had Dalarius' legs threatening to buckle, a little weaker, swooning with lust.

But all he could do was groan, staying right where he'd been put as Peyto took his pleasure, increasingly confident with every passing moment, grinding his soft but hardening shaft up against Dal's. He slowly hardened, more quickly than the stallion who worked there, but he had had more time than Dal to recover, enjoying his time, panting heavily through his nostrils.

Frotting wasn't something he often got to do, having been a long, long while since he'd had a male partner in the bedroom with him. He ground, sliding his hardening shaft up against Dal's, snorting heavily, a hot wash of stallion breath tickling his face in turn. The two of them were quite evenly matched in height, but it was Peyto who did as he willed that time, head swimming with passion, lust rising, claiming him. After all, what was the sense in holding back when he could take whatever he wanted? He'd been given permission, even...

Dalarius grunted, giving in to his own needs. Some things could only be drawn out in bondage and the nuances that different toys allowed, though, in his opinion, they were best shared between partners that best understood that. Solo fun was all well and good, but it wasn't something, all the time, that was quite for him.

But that was okay, especially as Peyto kissed him passionately, a hot if slightly still uncertain tongue invading his muzzle. It swept up against his deeply as he kissed him, exploring his mouth, taking the luxury for his hands to wander Dal's body too, sweeping down over his pecs and abs, around to the line of his waist. Yet he could not do that forever, not as their cocks both throbbed up to full hardness, no longer soft, though they could still grind together, following the rhythm of their bodies through the deep kiss.

He teased, not knowing what else to do, taking every sensation that he thought that he might not have gotten enough of before. With a shy smirk, Peyto turned around, still wondering if he was quite doing the right thing, grinding back against Dal's cock and letting it slide against his arse, right up in the space between his buttocks. He didn't take it inside him, even though he positioned it there with one hand, showing the stallion, panting and grunting with raw lust, what he could do, what he wanted, shivering as sensation poured over him.

"Ah, fuck..."

Peyto could have stayed there forever, skin tingling, grinding back on Dal's cock while the other stallion moaned, but Amanda had something there for him, twirling a section of the under-bed restraint system - soft and good for a beginner - around a finger. She crooked it in Peyto's direction, although the stallion was otherwise occupied, and he straightened with a grin, his cock throbbing with arousal, a thick bead of pre-cum swelling at the tip.

"Hey... What's that?"

"Why don't you come here and find out?" Amanda teased. "I think I have something for you to try... Just see how it feels, see if you like it, hon."

Peyto was up for that, most certainly, though he struggled a little, pressing up as high as he could to uncuff Dal. He had to grind his body right up against the other stallion's to do so, which Dal did not mind in the slightest, stealing a kiss from the buckskin and a nibble to his neck.

"Well, well, well, think you've got it in you, after all," Dal teased gently, leading him to the bed once he was free, meeting Amanda's eyes. "Come on, mare, you can help get him nice and tied down for me..."

Amanda huffed, ears pinned.

"What's wrong with your hands?"

Dal laughed, though she helped all the same: she just wasn't the kind of mare who liked being ordered around and that was okay too, if they were all on the same page there. There had been a twinkle in her eye too as she'd said it, pushing back at him just to show that she was doing it because she wanted to, not because she had to. He wouldn't have expected any less from someone who had gone to such trouble to set up so much for their partner.

His arms were tied into the soft restraints through a buckle system, tucked well away from curious fingers, while his legs were spread similarly, his fetlocks receiving the same treatment. Peyto grunted and huffed hotly, squirming in his light bondage, feeling more restricted than he ever had before, though it was, to be fair to him, his first time using such things. The tables had yet again turned, placing Amanda and Dalarius above him in a position of power, however, even though he wasn't all that sure what to think about that.

Did he want to be on the top or the bottom? Or just playing back and forth, as they already were? Everything was good, even better as Dal crawled over him, grinding over his cock as he went.

"I think your mare could use some attention..."

So, it was Amanda who took precedence that time, sliding down onto his shaft as she faced Dal, Peyto squirming under their bodies. For she had not been idle on the bed while she'd been watching but lubing up her tail hole a little, just to make sure things would go as smoothly as possible for her. It was not something she engaged in all that often (more usually for the prep she preferred to do there), but it was good when she could take it, groaning as the flat tip of his cock popped past her anal ring, squeezing around his length without even thinking about it.

Her tail hole spread around him as she rocked and ground, taking him deep, Dal shifting back against the metal headboard and tilting Peyto's head back. Although the bound stallion could have stopped it, his cock ached too much for him to not want to see where things were going, even though it was new to him, to be so helpless. He'd been submissive before, of course, but he had not been like that, not to that extent, not with a cock sliding into his mouth, his head upside down, technically, as Dal faced back down the length of his body to take his muzzle too.

"Mmmph, that's right, suck it good now..."

Dal grunted, tipping forward, his hands sliding over Amanda's shoulders, around to her breasts, tweaking her nipples, inciting her to ease towards him too. They moved as if they had planned everything, but it was nothing more than a happy accident, lust guiding them, the heat in the bodies of all three together bringing them into perfect harmony. And even if it was not perfect, they would have found a way to make it so anyway, everything coming together between them exactly as it was supposed to, Dal's fingers sliding all the way down the mare's body to tease her pussy, fingers dancing tenaciously across her clit.

He didn't pull back either, not easily, not as he played with her body, bringing her to a rising moan. The mare grabbed him, kissing him deeply, as if she could still taste her partner in his mouth, riding his cock fervently, each thrust so tight, so very tight. It was a different kind of pressure to the one inside her pussy that she was better used to, though she lusted for it all the same, her tail swishing over Peyto's thighs.

Under them, the bound stallion tugged and pulled weakly at his bondage, though it was not because he was trying to get out of the moment, but because it all made his cock so hard - so hard that he didn't know whether he was going to blow his load too soon or not. He wanted to hold off for as long as possible, yet that was something out of his control, which was exactly the position that the other two wanted to put him in. Whether Peyto wanted, in the end, to be in control or to give it all up, he was there to find out a little more about himself, a little more about what he liked personally and what felt good to him. It didn't have to be anything crazy, but all it had to be was him, no more than that.

The horse squirmed, his cock hard, aching, throbbing, wanting to unleash his load. Yet the throbbing length of horse meat similarly stuffed down his mouth and into his throat bulged out too, demanding attention. Peyto would have been rubbing and caressing and doing all manner of things to either one of them if he had been at all free to do so, but he simply could not, fingers flexing, bound in place.

It was an exquisite feeling, allowing him to focus on sensation rather than doing, exactly how Dal's balls rested on his head, warm and promising him so very much, the feel of the thick cock straining out his throat. Of course, he knew he could take it, though it ached for a heartbeat of a moment as if he was not going to be able to swallow around it, his heartbeat racing excitedly into overdrive.

As he was pleasantly "used", the horse squirmed and grunted, finding ways to make himself known. A little rolling thrust of his hips there and a sweep of his tongue when Dal pulled back there - oh, he could do some things, using what little power remained to him to the best of his ability. It was all he could do, all that he needed to do, grunting, groaning, even as his cock grew sensitive, so very sensitive that pleasure mixed with the strain of being asked again to cum so soon.

And yet orgasm, supposedly, was not to be his that time, not as Dal rubbed his throat for him, even though that made Peyto feel as if he was going to blow his load right there and then, before he was even ready for it. They held him there, grinding and rocking against him, no one quite reaching their high, even though Amanda could have well had it and taken more, if that had been what she'd wanted.

No... In their soft position of control over him, kissing deeply as the stallion dragged the mare in against him, they were able to do as they liked, Peyto relishing in confusing arousal, cock aching. Yet he was not quite able to tip over that edge, not able to get that push of delight that he wanted so very badly, his cock half-flared but not quite there.

It was a delicious feeling, churning and pulling in his stomach, need rising, yet he could have all that and more - as soon as they allowed it. Amanda knew it too, smirking as she pulled back from the lewd, wet kiss with Dal, her head tilted, one ear flicked forward.

"Say, shall we finally let him loose then?" She whispered huskily, grinding down on his cock as she took him deep into her tail hole. "Mmmph, see what he's really got for us?"

"If you think you can handle it!"

Dal quipped, though he was quick to pull back out of Amanda's reach, teasing her even as he slid his cock out of the tight wrap of Peyto's throat. Fuck, that felt good, but he couldn't say there forever, not even with his heart hammering, pounding, desperate for the high, the pinnacle of the next round.

Yet Peyto was more alert than he could have expected as they untied him, groaning as he snatched Dal up in a kiss. Their lips met passionately, Amanda pressing up behind him so that she could stroke both of their cocks at once, Peyto groaning into Dal's mouth, eyes bright with sexual fervour.

"Come on," Dal breathed, struggling to break the kiss, even then a little dizzy with lust. "Let's see...you take what you really want then."

For the door was open completely and utterly to Peyto as the stallion laid down on his front in the sex swing, which was composed of several straps, wide enough to comfortably support him, looped around his limbs so that they too were free. It was something that could have been awkward to use for someone's first time - which was why he thought Peyto should try it another time. It did give the illusion of being suspended, however, his holes and limbs free to do whatever they wanted with the partners around them.

Hanging from the ceiling at perfect waist height, Dal winked, flicking his tail up, finally inviting Peyto to take what they had already been building up to, thrust after thrust.

And the stallion did not disappoint, not in the slightest, not as he pressed up behind Dal, cursing under his breath, fumbling only with his cock in his haste to get it inside him. He did not shake that time, desperate for it, pressing the flat head of his dick up to Dal's anal ring, wanting it, craving it, grinding in deeply as the stallion gasped under him.

"Oh, fuck..."

Emboldened, Peyto pressed on, though he would have been seriously hard-pressed to not enjoy himself in the present, sensual moment as he was, lustful waves of sensation crashing over him. Somehow, after having his cock buried up under Amanda's tail, something that she rarely allowed him to do, but sent trembling shudders through him all the same. Yet it was better still to pound into Dal's better-practised tail hole - not that he had been well used or anything at all like that, but that he knew how to relax to allow Peyto's cock to slide into him and exactly when to tense for the best waves of sensation.

Yet sex could only be about things like that for so long, lust taking over. For all those little nuances that Dal could pull into their play fell by the wayside when true lust took over, his head hanging, holding onto the strap of the swing, moving back and forth with every thrust of Peyto's.

"Ah, yes, fuuuck," Dal groaned, ears splaying out, losing himself in the moment. "Mmph, yeah, you can go...harder than that..."

But Peyto had no intention at all of holding back, whinnying more shrilly than ever as he ground in, stroke after stroke of his length filling the stud's tail hole. It was good, finally, to be in such a position, to give in to those sensations, head swimming with passion, though he had already been so close to his high before cramming his dick into Dal. He wanted to hold out, purely for his own pleasure, but that was not something that Peyto had given much mind to in the past. He'd always been trying to please his partner, to do what they wanted him to do, even though his pleasure, always, had come right along with that.

But it was good, even as Amanda pressed up behind him, letting him be the star of the show, to feel all that he did, to let it be. He thrust harder and harder, holding on with the hanging straps of the sex swing, which connected it to the ceiling and the strong O-rings there, panting heavily through his nostrils.

Dal was right there with him, a stallion stud along for the ride, relishing in the moment of letting Peyto experience something new, even if it had only taken a few tricks to show him the way. Not knowing what to do accounted for so much lack of sexual experimentation in his line of work that it would have been a crime indeed not to open the door to Peyto in some way, to show him that there was still so much more he could try. Even at The Stables, there were some there that had thought that their limits were set in stone, merely because they had not had the chance.

They whispered above him, but, as he let Peyto have his way with his tail hole, Dal didn't care to listen in, gasping and panting, nickering encouragement.

They were there to change how things could go forward between the couple, his cock flexing, pointing down at the floor, though Dal would not have minded if it was wasted. As it was, there was a willing mare's muzzle wrapped around his cock - ah, that had to have been what they'd been talking about - gulping him down at an angle that could not have been comfortable. Frankly, however, no one cared one bit about that, as long as they got everything they needed and more.

Dal grunted, trying not to thrust too much, though he was right where he needed to be - he only didn't want to make things more difficult for Peyto at his back, the stallion grunting, thrusting harder and harder, as if he was losing sense of himself. He drove in furiously, unleashing a feral part of him that appeared to have been locked away for far, far too long, though it was exactly that part of him that Dal wanted to set free. His heart exulted, lifting at the notion of giving Peyto something new, though the stallion hoped too that the equine would return, hopefully with Amanda, at a later date.

That would be good...seeing exactly how far Peyto had come, if he had uncovered anything new about himself or if he was perfectly happy where he was in his lusts and inclinations. It was not as if there was any "right" way to have sex, after all, as long as everyone was happy with it.

Amanda moaned around his cock and Dal could not hold back for a moment longer, not as the more dominant mare, for a fraction of a moment that meant more than any other, got her payback on him. For even in making him cum, she was able to lust and tremble with pleasure, swallowing down his load while Peyto rammed into Dalarius' tail hole.

But it was Peyto still who was the main event, grinding in deeper and deeper, again and again, knowing nothing other than the pounding force of his own cock. He needed it, had to have it, and the hot tail hole clenching deliciously around his dick bid him to do it.

With a proud whinny, his tail flagging with a stud stallion's triumph, he climaxed, shooting his load up under Dal's tail, deep within his hole. It poured deep, Peyto hardly in his right mind as he ground in deeper and deeper, the medial ring pulling at Dal's passage, though he could not stop, would not stop, not as Dal moaned out his encouragement, wanting it all, craving every drop.

"Unff... Yes... That's it..."

They languished there together, in the passionate orgasms of the two stallions, their bodies aching, satisfied, if for the moment. For there was still time left in the night, Peyto leaning over Dal, the sex swing moving back and forth lightly, hot breaths washing forth as spurts of thick cum poured into Dal's tail hole. Under him, the faint sound of Amanda gulping down his cum with a decided twinkle in her eye completed the scene. Exactly as it was supposed to.

Some things could be perfect, flipping their play back and forth, enjoying the moments that were presented to them. Yet times were even better for the three of them as they relaxed on the large bed together, the sheets a little rumpled under their shifting bodies, tired but ready for another round, if only they had a little rest first. Dal laid in the middle, his arms around the mare and the stallion on either side of him, the cocks of the stallions there lying flaccid over their thighs. They had no real need to retreat back into their sheaths, for they would be wanted again very shortly.

Amanda snorted, huffing shortly as her tail swished.

"If you think I'm trotting all the way down to that kitchen to get you guys drinks you've got another think coming," she grumbled, though there was a good-natured, satisfied lilt to her voice. "I'm legless after that last one..."

Dal chuckled, running his fingers through her mane. Against herself, Amanda pressed into his touch, sharing a look with Peyto, though everyone had gotten what they wanted there. A smile quirked her lips up on one side, though she had her eyes on her partner's cock, wondering how quickly she could coax it back to full hardness for another round.

Maybe in time...but there was no rush for the three of them, lingering where they were, grunting softly, sharing soft touches, the soothing nature of the afterglow.

And one thing that Dal most certainly knew was that he had delivered yet another spectacular night as a stud of The Stables. The bay stallion smirked, cock twitching a little against his thigh, lust rising all over again. He had become the best for a reason...

As their new best stallion in residence, he aimed to please!