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A cool wind blows but still I'm sweating. Jumper itches against my fur.

Quizzical looks from some of the jock types as I scan the football field. This is not my normal deal. I'm a lone wolf mostly, or husky. Cross country running keeps me fit, and gives me a place to escape. Sitting by the field to cheer on my school team in my own time is not this dog's mo.

Fuck I should have done this earlier.

Guys stream across the ground, all bodies all types. Tall and short and buff and lean, horse and hound and fox and ram. Bodies colliding, flexing sweating. Bulges there for all to see.

A goddamned fucking smorgasbord of wet dreams.

There he is. He's fast, but strong. Typical fucking stud. What is it about horses?

Setting off for a run, powerful ass flexing, tail flying side to side with each stride. My eyes move like yo-yos following the bounce of his ass.

Now he's raising his top to wipe something from his eye, six-pack on display under chestnut fur.

My doggy cock swells harder, even through the fear. It's Saturday, final quarter of the match.

He was right, cocky fuck. He does know what I want.

Final whistle, victory for the home team. One special prize awaits one special colt.

Back slapping, hugging, cheers for each team. Time for me to go, as the players head for the showers I head to my date with destiny, trying hard to stop panting. The room is still there, just as I remembered in my fantasies, rubbing my bone raw as I screamed out his name.

I wait for what seems hours, sweat pooling in my pits and dripping into my eyes. Must have turned up the heat.

The door opens, a picture in reverse. I see him framed in the door, on the way in this time instead of out. Same cocky smirk.

"Well well well, good to see my little husky pup again."

"Thought I wouldn't come?"

"Nah, knew you would. When I pulled out of your ass I could tell it wanted more."

Fucker can read my ass now, as well as my mind. Well, I hope he can't read my mind, that would spoil things a little.

"Strip!"

I whine a little, shocked by the power of his voice. Obedience in fast forward, clothes flying around the room like confetti. Still he is dressed, fresh shorts and rugby top, hooves and mane still damp from the shower. Bulge a little bigger, I can tell.

"Good pup. Now, take it out and suck it."

So this is how he wants it. Its sexy as fuck, naked little me and the still dressed sports stud. I slide paws into his shorts, pulling them down below his balls, two orange sized orbs in black. His fuck stick already needy, a single drop. I reach out my tongue to savour, paws holding his balls, his soft whicker just for me.

Who says the sub has no power.

Muzzle open, tongue extended. I take it like a pro, or at least better than last time. I'll never get tired of this feel, thick rubbery colt cock inside my muzzle. Salty tang, he's excited. I rumble a husky bark deep in my chest, making muzzle and cock vibrate. Hiss of pleasure. Yeah, he's mine all right.

Rough hands on the back of my head, pulling me onto him. Desperate to avoid the choking, I stifle a gag as he pulls, gently but firmly. Nose against his groin now, I have it all, best trophy in the school. His coarse little patch of colt pubes, darker chestnut than his belly fur, tickles my nose. I am in heaven.

Eyes to the heavens, I spy my god in ecstasy. Head thrown back like he scored the winning goal. He had once today already, now he could again. Rhythmic thrusts now, like the beats of my heart. Not as fast though, nothing could be that fast.

He pulls out, my muzzle relieved at the respite. I know what's coming. Tail hole clenching, imagined pain and pleasure. Fuck I wish it didn't feel so good.

"Up on the bench for me pup. Like last time."

Tongue hanging out, feeling for the wood. Lifting myself this time. Zombie pup is gone. This time it's all me.

Big colt hands on my legs, fingers biting into flesh. First hurt, first pleasure. Head leans over, a long slow kiss, his forelock falling into my face all sweet with shampoo smell. All pleasure, and a little hurt. I want him to kiss me more, fuck me less, but this part is his way. I'm along for the ride.

Thick colt stick at my hole, can't help but clench, ears flat to the bench. I see his grin, evil, wicked, sexy as all fuck. He presses and stops, presses and stops, his body still hidden under clothes, imagined perfection so close. Then he presses and doesn't stop.

Pain, hard, sharp, burning pain, but less this time. I clench my eyes shut and whimper, his hand not over my muzzle. Does he trust me? Does he trust his sexual skills? Does he want someone to hear?

"Oh fuck pup...you got ready for me. Smart move."

I let out a soft woof of acknowledgement. Paws covered in lube, I had spent the morning getting ready. Half a bottle it seemed, so I could take that thick horse meat. Still it hurt, but the hurt went quicker.

"Still tighter than any pussy pup. Your little husky pussy is so good. It better be all mine."

Of course it was, the fucker. Now he had hurt me, though he would never realise.

Now he was buried, pink flesh all the way inside me. Hands roamed my body as I lay back and enjoyed. Fingertips on my cock, red like fire and ready to burn. Palm pressed to my sack, pushing, squeezing. My ring clenches, just as he likes it. I'm a new toy for his cock, and he wants to press every button. Then a fingertip traces my taint, like a caress, slow and sensual. My little ring grips with each pass, whole body in a trance.

Rugby top rising, pulled over his head and off, flung across the room. His chest is mine, a sight to behold. Pecs, nipples, six pack, sexy line of coarse fur from his chest to his sheath. Not fair, not fucking fair. I whimper again as he laughs.

Body over me slightly now, his hips wiggling as he teases my ass.

"Play with my nipples pup. I like it hard."

So it begins, full length withdrawals, slow and caring. Slamming painful thrusts, deep and uncaring. Muzzle brought to mine, lips entwined. Hand milking my cock, in time with his thrusts. My claws on his chest, raking his nipples, trying to make it hurt but finding he likes it even more.

He builds slow, agonising. He must feel safe, he wants to make it last. Pity I can't, the feel of that fat end on my doggy nut cannot be denied. Cries lost in his muzzle, I cum, spraying our chests with seed, ass clenching on him as I feel his own groans in the kiss.

Still he pounds on though, only a little faster each time.

Ass on fire now, numbed but horny. It hurts again a little, orgasm spent, every nerve a little sensitive. He doesn't care though, chasing his own release. I moan, and whimper, as he speeds faster and faster, my colt stud on the field again, breaking through the lines and heading for goal.

I am starting to get into it again, cock recharged and ready, knot swelling. I want more, I want it all. His nickers turn to whinnies. He bites his lips, stifling sounds. A rumble in that big chest.

I feel it again, the warmth, the sign. His tail moves like a whip, eyes clenched, muzzle caught in almost pained grimace. On and on it goes, my hot and needy ass receiving his seed, filling and coating every part. My cock aches, balls ache, knot aches.

Frustrated cries from my muzzle, he presses a paw on my face as he withdraws.

"Shhhh husky pup. We don't want anyone to hear you stupid bitch."

Yeah, bitch I am I guess. Stupid, well not so much. He would find the error of his ways soon enough.

I stop my cry, watching him pull his thick horsemeat from my still needy hole. He stands panting, mane ruffled like he's just woken up. I'd love to see him when he wakes up, morning colt wood for servicing, his first sleepy groan. It would never be. Or maybe it could.

I reach back to the spot I had selected, phone just out of vision. Checking the details, a grin as the details registered. Yeah, everything had worked. Bluetooth rocks.

I pressed some buttons, as he watched in surprise. A command sent, a download started. Things were about to change.

"Look over there Brad, by the soccer balls."

Alarm beginning to creep into the pretty face. Eyes dart around, looking for unknown fears. There, you've found it. Where's Wally? There he is.

"What the fuck Noel?"

That's how shocked he is. He used my name.

"That's a web cam Brad, linked to my phone, and sending a stream via Bluetooth that then uploads to a secure website. You're on candid camera Brad."

"You fucking what?!?!?"

"Yeah, you knew what I wanted Brad. But not all of it. And this was the only way to get it, you narcissistic, stuck up, fucking cunt asshole prick of a pony."

His hooves clop on the floor as he grips my throat, choking, rage written on that pretty face. He has snatched the webcam from the wall, crushing it in his fingers.

"Stop fucking joking Noel."

I grin, making him madder. And hotter. Fuck he is sexy when he's mad.

Grip loosened, the jock realises one thing at least. Talking is better, and only possible with air.

"I wanted you Brad, fuck I wanted you all right. But I also wanted you to be mine. Now you are, pony. And this is what you're gonna do. Or this nerd pup is gonna make sure everyone sees your little performance."

"You wouldn't"

"Yes I would Brad. I want you so bad. And I don't care about being known for liking guys any more. How about you?"

Panting breaths. He looks like he could cry. My sweet pony, I want to kiss him and make it better, but I have better ideas too.

He looks pleading. I enjoy it a moment, but I want it too bad to wait.

"Strip!"

His jock mind is in zombie land now. Zombie colt has arrived, but Zombie pup is away for ever.

With shaking hands he undresses for me, shorts, top, sweet sexy jocks in a puddle on the floor.

"Now, bend over the bench Brad." He moves eventually, slow motion, trying not to be here.

He whimpers a little, my big tough stud, reduced to this. I hate him a little less, not so cocky son of a bitch.

I step behind him, savouring the feel of his tail. He is too high for me, a small wooden box perfect to make me taller as I spread his thighs with my paws. My raging cock is drawn like a pucker seeking missile. Spreading his cheeks with claws extended, I feel him shudder as I expose his dark recess.

God that donut looks tasty.

I press with a finger, he whimpers. Then he remembers he is supposed to be a stud, and bites his lip to stop the noise.

More surprises for my stud.

I kneel behind him, tongue ready for rimming action. Yifftube is a great education. I've never heard reactions quite like this though. Strangled whinny, sort of 'yes' and 'fuck' in one.

I like this feel, his ass, and I know I'll want it more. My new addiction.

Big muscled donut opens wide, his hooves scraping across the floor and one stomping as he tries not to react. I've got him though. Silky and smooth like his tail, as I push my tongue inside. It's easier than I expected.

I feast on his hole a little longer, one paw teasing his cock, obligingly hanging for me, hard and still slick with cum and lube. Clawtips rake his flare. That gets a reaction.

I stand behind him again, lining up with his pucker. He tries to be aloof, but he can't, and he looks over his shoulder at me, eyes wide with surprise at the devil dog in sheep's clothing.

Grinning like a wolf, I smack his ass and thrust, cock buried in that hot furnace of his ass. Grimace so sweet. I pat his back, fingers running to the hollow of his spine, feeling muscles quiver at my touch. Time to take what's mine.

I make it slow where he was fast, gentle where he was rough. Fingers seek his cock, thick fuckmuscle of my erotic dreams, and stroke the stroke only another male knows. No filly would do it like this, hard and rough and eager in all the right places. He knows it too, his groans tell me so.

My thrusts quicken but I am in control. The surge of Alpha dog adrenaline makes me buzz like an electric fence. I feel him under me, losing his stoic calm. Pushing back. Wanting more. My little pony.

I almost hit his spongy nut, just tickling with my tip. Not much as doggy cocks go, nothing compared to his length. Enough to tease for the moment. My paws are enough though and I feel him unload across the floor, whimpers of shame and sex in one.

Still I pound on, like he did, favour for favour returned. He whinnies, and cries, and moans, and begs. Finally I hear my name. Over and over, with lust and heat. Even in my fantasies it was never as sexy as this, shuddering deep hiss on the "ohhhhh" of Noel. I used to hate my name, never again.

I pound harder, and faster, knot slamming against his pucker. I feel it weaken, then press inward under the assault. With a final hard slap I'm in.

His cry threatens to shake down the building, and he bites his own hand to keep quiet. I feel that feeling. Tied to my bitch. My stud. My colt. All the way in.

"Little surprise for you pony. We may not be as big as you fucking stallions, but us dogs have a surprise up our sheaths."

A few more shallow thrusts, I can't pull back really. The sensation is incredible, tight anus gripping my knot in ways my paw never could. It would be soon.

I could feel his spongy prostate, extra depth now smacking my head into it with full force. Even shallow thrusts were enough. His whole tunnel quivers and grips as he shoots his balls empty with a deep groan, as I fill him with my own doggy cum. On and on it goes, my body on autopilot as I fill my bitch. Even if the principal himself walked in I would make him wait.

I rest over his back, panting, tongue hanging out, feeling him stiff and unyielding under me.

"Fucking piss off Noel. You've had your fun, now get out of me."

"Don't think you would like that Brad. The knot inside you will hurt like a bastard coming out until its softened. Just relax, my little pony."

I lie against him, steady muscled bulk all mine, my paws playing with his mane. He lays there, trying to be resentful. I lick his neck. His body relaxes. I know I have got to him, even a little.

Eventually, knot shrinking, I pull back, his little moan as I leave so sweet. He lays there still, chest heaving.

I kneel again, giving him another surprise.

"This is how you treat your lover after you fuck him, Brad. Not a fucking half hearted lick. You need to watch better porn."

Tongue seeks out his pucker again, puffy and swollen now. I did that, the knowledge makes me grin. Soft gentle licks, his cries louder and pleasured. Then deep tonguing, lapping out my seed, tasting us both in my muzzle. His cock, slack and dripping, hardens again. He is a fucking sex machine, this colt.

With a wild grin I take his hand, pulling him up from his position to sit on the bench facing me, his expression priceless. I lean in and kiss, tongue forcing into him. Wide eyed, big and ice blue depths as he tastes what's on my kiss. He responds though, soon kissing back harder.

"Tuesday night, my place, after training. We will try some stuff together this time, make it good as well as hot."

Eyes wide. Fear. Need. Shame. Joy.

"No way Noel. You've had your fun, this is over. I'm not..I'm not..."

"Yes you are Brad. You like it too. All of it."

"No way. I'm not fucking coming."

"Yes you will Brad. I know you will. Besides."

I grip his still hard cock, jacking slowly as he fights for control. Losing.

"I know what you want."

With a laugh, shaking in fear and exhilaration, I walk to the door. His backpack, left on the floor. I open it , seeking what I'm after. A little souvenir.

A sweaty musty jockstrap, fresh from the morning's game. I bring it to my muzzle, drinking in the scent. His scent. And mine, as I wipe off my flagging cock, mixing our essence.

"Don't be late Brad."