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The room is warm but his fur still stands on end like it's 20 below. Poor pony, he's nervous.

I guess it's understandable though. Stretched out on my bed, his body vulnerable and exposed.

It's such a hot view I take a picture for my album.

He hears the click, and tries to lodge a protest. I've made that a little hard, bridle clenched tight around his muzzle.

That's not the only thing that's hard.

My studly colt is spread eagled, hands and hooves tied to the corners of my bed face down. I couldn't resist his colt cock so I arranged it specially. Pointing between his legs, lying on the bed already hard and dripping, balls forced up against his taint and bulging from their sack. I should do more than take a picture. That colthood should be cast in bronze and put in a fucking art gallery for all the world to gape.

He grunts a protest but his cock tells me more. I always know what he wants.

I arranged a soft pillow under his belly and hips, pushing that hot ass towards the ceiling. Fuck he makes me horny.

What do we do with a tied up pony? What do we do with a tied up pony? What do we do with a tied up pony errr ly in the morning!

Kneel between his legs, feeling the bed give a little. Stifled moan, and a sexy little shiver.

"You've been a very bad pony haven't you."

He tries to shake his head. I pull on his halter lead, stopping his defiance.

"You know what happens to bad ponies. I'll give you a chance though. See if you can avoid cumming this time."

Big muscled stud settles into the bed. Soft sigh. He thinks he can win.

Silly pony.

My paw reaches for his tail. His hairs feel so good. One clawtip parts them , then I run my finger down his tail, a silken waterfall cascading from my paw.

He feels it closing in on his ass. My ass. Pucker begins to clench. He knows me now, my pony.

Clawtip reaches the base of his tail, then traces a line to his tailhole as he squirms and moans helplessly. Even his squirming is hot, athletic, sexy. Especially his squirming.

Then one of my special moves. Clawtip circles his pucker, digging in unexpectedly, then down to run up and down his taint.

His whole crevice comes alive, skin bunching as he quivers. Pucker taps out a signal in anal morse...clench, relax...clench clench relax. What is he saying? I can break the code. Yes.No.Wait.More.

I listen to the last.

All my claws in play now, pressing into his big balls. Feeling his thick colthood, five lines of white on the flesh as my claws slide down towards the flare. Blood thunders in his cock like the thunder of his hooves on the football field. His flare grows even bigger, like my eyes.

I can't resist. I need to taste.

My tongue follows the same line, soft and coaxing where my claws rasped and hurt. Like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what to taste first.

His pucker? Musky, dark, moist with sweat. Tongue pushes inside, tasting his depths and savouring the feel of his muscle trying to close and failing, tight confines spreading wide as I lick

His taint? Sharp tang of colt. Skin so soft as I lick up and down. Nostrils flare as I blow warm breath on him, giggling as his taint jumps and twitches in response.

His balls? I close my canine teeth gently on the left nut, then let my tongue go to work on his scrotum. Warm, smooth and sweet like chocolate.

Then his cock. I feel the length flutter as I lick him. Medial ring like a speed hump on the road to ecstacy. Then finally his flared head. That's the taste I'm after. Precum. Essence of colt. I lap like a cat licking up a spilt carton of milk. I feel him on fire now, sharp smell of aroused pony in my nostrils.

Time to play.

"Now let's see if you have learned any control Brad."

Special surprise for one special colt. I reach behind me, taking out his present. Glistening in the light, lets see him have a fright. Pull on his halter, making him see. Eyes widen. Didn't expect that did you pony. He knows better than to beg though.

I press his present into his rosebud, all slick from my tongue. The dildo parts him, a latex Moses parting the Red Sea; seeming miracle, that tight muscle spread so wide. What Husky Pup wants, Husky Pup gets though. Twelve inches of thick dildo shaped just like his cock, the stallion who modelled for it nonetheless would weep in jealousy if he saw my colt.

I thought of getting him a doggy cock like mine. Nope. This pony gets only one doggy, ever. Besides, now he knows how I feel with him inside me. Brad always needed a better appreciation for how others feel in order to be a better pony. I get to be his teacher.

It's fun being a teacher. Especially when your student needs lots of discipline.

Slow entry. A muffled groan. Slow withdrawal. A muffled pleading. One paw wrapped around his cock now, feeling his pulse through my pads. Stroking,teasing. Poor pony doesn't stand a chance.

I use the dildo as a teaching aid, showing him how to work slowly into a tight ass. Even gagged by the bridle, I can hear his reactions. His cock speaks the loudest, little spurts of clear horsey spoo coating the bed sheet. Deeper now, working his ass open in time to the stroking of his cock. I see his pucker clench, muscled crevice trying to cut it in half.

Time to make him suffer a bit.

"Don't you dare cum Brad. I don't want to have to punish you."

The fuck I don't. I can't help but laugh, evil, wicked as shit. He tries to scream, frustration making him beat his big stud body against the bed in helpless futile rage. His scream turns to a gurgle.

I've slammed the dildo in deep, smacking into his big pony nut. God that spongy piece of flesh feels good. Tongue, fingertip, claw, cock head. Whatever I touch it with, I can never get enough. Now I use the dildo, watching his ass cheeks spasm, cute little dimples forming and relaxing as I work his nut.

Paw moves faster on his cock, my palm closing over the flare. Come for me pony. You know you want to.

His moans come faster, deeper from his gut. Body starts to shake, every muscle clenching and straining.

Balls clench, hard against his body. Flare thickens. It's time.

He unloads, painting the bed with his seed. One, two, three, four lines all the way off the end onto the floor, then five six seven eight before his spurts turn to dribbles. My bed is drowned in horsey cum. Bad horsey, time to pay.

"I told you not to cum Brad. Now you need to be punished."

He shakes his head. As if.

I slam the dildo fully into his ass, burying the thick end deep in my colt. Every move, every twitch, rubbing it against his nut. Then I reach for my second surprise. Thick wooden paddle. Just the right size for a big bad horsey.

Kneeling behind him, time to savour. Laid out for my enjoyment, a banquet for the senses.

Hands tied to each corner of the bed head. Mane lying down his back, soft and shining. Ears flat in submission. Big broad shoulders thick with muscle, tapered back down to narrow hips. Big muscled butt. Tail swishing in anxious anticipation. Thick powerful thighs and calves, feathered fetlocks so cute.

And that cock. Still hard, slick evidence of his disobedience making it glisten in the light.

Smells almost overpowering. Colt musk. Sweat. Seed. Need.

All stud. All mine.

I pull the paddle back, putting force into the swing. Anyone for tennis? Forehand....

\ **smack* *

His body goes rigid, shock and pain before he tries to protest.

\ **smack* * right into the crown of his ass, buns flattening under the impact. I can see him squirm, the movement working the dildo deeper into his ass. Time to break my little pony.

\ **smack* * this \ **smack* * is \ **smack* * what \ **smack* * happens \ **smack* * to \ **smack* *bad \ **smack* * ponies \ **smack* * who \ **smack* * can't \ **smack* * control \ **smack* *their \ **smack* * cock! \ **smack* *.

First he cries, then he moans, then he pushes his colty ass back to take the hits. I've got him now, every nerve on fire. Cock harder than before, the flare pulsing and throbbing.

Not as hard as mine though.

Doggy cock in overdrive, I have to work not to cum just watching his lewd ass humping the bed. Grip the end of the dildo, laughing as I almost fail to get enough to pull it out. That would take some explaining. Finally it slides free, audible pop and the end comes out leaving his pucker open to the air.

Not for long.

Lying on my colt, thighs inside his, hips against his sore paddled ass. Grip those shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch under my claws. Time to climb the mountain.

Tip against his pucker. Husky pup claims his prize.

I make it slow, inch by agonisingly aroused inch, feeling his pucker grip like a vise. Hot, welcome depths. I know this feeling. Home.

Finally I hilt, lying against my stud colt. Lick his neck, smell his mane. Then bite down gently, mating bite a taste of things to come. He moans, like a purring cat, drool from his muzzle staining the bed. Hard body against mine, every beautiful line of flint-like muscle exciting my body beyond control.

Riding time. Body over his, it begins. Slow, measured, loving.

Fuck that.!

Soon I'm ramming in like a jackrabbit on steroids, his body melting under the assault. Pony pushes back, making it feel so good, so deep. My balls slap his bigger colt orbs, hurting with the impact but I just slap harder. I can feel them caught between my balls and his taint, pummeled and aroused.

"Fuck Brad fuck fuck ohhh fuck this is so good so deep fuck fuck yes fuck you feel so good ohhh fuck I feel you yes yes yes oh god oh god oh god oh god OHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Husky pup is a babbling mess, cock inside the ultimate ass.

Then finally his battered pucker opens wide. One more thrust and I'm in.

Strangled cry from my colt, pain, pleasure, everything at once. Knot drives home, splitting him open and entering. Tightness like no other grips my knot. Colt nut in spasm as I ram it with my tip.

Nostrils fill again, smell of colt seed fresh and potent.

Then I fall into a river, warm, sensual, triumphant. Seed spewing from a fire hydrant, filling his ass. My ass. Once and forever mine mine mine. Bite down on his neck, filling my bitch, marking him for me. My knot rakes his spread ass, rasping over nerves too sensitive to take it. He takes it all the same, my colt, strong, brave, hot. Fuck I love him.

Return from heaven, a fallen angel pup. His body still under mine, panting, shaking, lost and broken and remade in pleasure.

I rest. The best of times, knot inside my colt, my cum filling his ass, my body rubbing his in post fuck bliss. This is what they mean by rapture. I want to make it last, but I want the next part too.

Fumbly fingers untie his hands, buckle loosened to remove his bridle. Husky pup quails for a moment. Was I good? Did I take too many liberties?

Fears gone in an instant. Colt grips my muzzle, drawing it to his and kissing like a demon intent on removing my tonsils. We kiss, knotted cock still inside, until he rests again, my paws absently running though his mane, every movement sliding his coarse colty fur against my finer doggy coat. Heaven.

"Fuck you are getting good at this Husky Pup. I thought you were going to do some damage with that paddle though. Just as well you stopped when you did, I thought I might cum right there."

Wicked grin. Embarassed pride. Quiet love. Lust.Too many jumbled feelings, but somehow all good.

"I thought you might like a bit of punishment Brad. You deserved it anyway after how you treated me the first time. Besides, I always know what you want, you kinky fucker."

Laughter. Contented sigh. My colt, all mine. How the fuck I still don't know. Not that I'm complaining.

"Well, you realise you've given me plenty of ammunition, you teasing prick. Now it's your turn, and don't expect to get off lightly."

Soft doggy whimper. All for show. Of course I don't want to get off lightly.

"Don't give me that Noel. I know you want it."

Laughing, I pull my softening knot from his ass, untying his hooves. One last rub of his sore ass, one last lick of his dripping pucker. My turn now.

I open the bedside drawer, pulling out his special present for me. Doggy collar and leash, black leather and shining steel. He made it in the school shop, tied up in a ribbon. One last item, soiled jockstrap from the first time I turned the tables on my colt. It would be my gag now, taste of him in my muzzle as he fills me.

He tamed this dog. I broke the pony.

Then we tried again, still broken, tamed, but this time with love, hesitant at first, then burning like flame.

Now we always know what the other wants. Hot, horny, kinky, passionate, wild. Most of all, each other.

"Hmmm...you always know what I want Brad."

A nickering laugh, "what did you expect?" and then it begins. He still is a cocky sonofabitch.

As he ties me to the bed, I stifle a chuckle. One day I will have to tell him I guess. When I checked the video file, blackmail fodder to turn the tables on my pony. Corrupted, useless static. I never had anything over him after all. Turns out bluetooth sucks.

Video or none, I still knew what he wanted. He just needed the excuse.

A long equine tongue reaches its target.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."

Someties accidents work out best.