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"Come on" Vicky said, the large mare pushing me through the door closing it behind her, the room was large, stuffy and poorly lit, the only illumination coming from a lamp in one corner and a fish tank in another. I didn't get to admire the rest of it though as I was suddenly pushed roughly onto the bed, Mattress complaining bitterly under my slight weight. Lying on the bed surrounded by pink sheets I noticed something else about the room, the smell, rich and heavy, bitter and sweet, grassy and musky. It smelled of horse, frustrated horse.

A nicker, I looked up, there she stood in all her glory, black and white all over, shapely and tall her dress and bag long gone the only items of clothing remaining were a pair of no nonsense knickers and a slightly more elaborate lacy bra straining to restrain those large furry mounds.

She snorted, shaking her head, the muscles in her thick regal neck rippling sensuously underneath a layer of jet black fur glistening in the dim light of her bedroom. She was a big girl a giant compared to my slight Dartmoor figure, but only so much as one would expect from a heavy horse. Despite her impressive size towering over the bed frame I could see very little fat clinging to those hips thighs and belly, instead her frame taking on that more akin to a horse, muscle sitting well within her large frame, my eyes had fallen to the mares panties, stained with wetness and desire moisture darkening the seat of the cloth, I look up, she's caught me looking now, giving me a broad wide grin and a little wink dropping a lightly feathered hand to her crotch white furred fingers slipping beneath the sodden fabric to rub her nether lips simultaneously licking her muzzle lips and step toward me white leg feather gracefully flowing across the carpet hiding dinner plate size hooves beneath their mesmerising shimmer.

The hand came out from the wide, wet draws, traveling gracefully toward my muzzle, her fingers slick and glistening with wetness she brushes them slowly over my nose rubbing her juices into my soft velvet, then lower, fingers pressing at my lips, pushing past them into my muzzle stroking across my tongue. I suck wantonly at the bitter tasting musk strong in my mouth and nose flooding my senses completely. Before I know it I'm flat on my back on the bed the big mare atop of me. Her big rounded muzzle covering mine, hot breaths against black lips, whiskers twitching, mouth quivering. Nose so close I can feel her damp velvety softness warm over my own.

Then a lick, a long one across my lips, stroking with that warm wide sandpaper tongue swiping across my nose, then again up my jaw to my lips, again pressing insistently asking for entry I let the warm organ in as it explores my mouth, my teeth, the roof and my tongue. I push back into hers, chasing the bib tongue back into her maw, tasting the shire for the first time, I liked what I found, besides the fading tastes of dinner were other tastes, wine and mint.

Biting gently she takes her hand purposefully sliding it down my body palm soft fingers roaming finally arriving at my crotch locating my sheath. I moan involuntarily, the sound disappearing into the mare's muzzle. I get a wicker back, deep and happy, the shire likening what she feels, squeezing my cock trapped against its fabric prison. Breaking the kiss she relents instead taking my hands in her larger ones, holding and rubbing my smaller ones, bringing them round her sides and too her back.

"Let's see if you've done this before cutie"

Shit I had but it was a few years ago now, that was a coyote and it ended badly, my last proper mare happened behind the bicycle shed and then again on a residential trip geography stuff in Dorset, she had been a big mare too, a Halflinger. This time though.... yeah we had a thing and a good thing too, sweet and romantic and ever so hot, eventually that is, she had been a good teacher had Susan and then I moved away... She became a paramedic and a mum. And I became a tree surgeon and a... never mind.

Ok let's do this, I said to myself just take the straps, push them together, using your thumb to keep the fold in place, remember not to pinch her back and... on the third attempt I got it the garment slackening visibly before the mares plentiful breasts sagging a little with the weight.

"Good boy! You really have done this before" I sighed relaxing slightly "a long time ago" She giggled "those hands are rusty but I knew they would be, that's why I warmed them up for you my love, remember cold hands on a fine mare's body are a no no little Dartmoor!" She swooned, bumping my muzzle with hers.

She'd found me out, she'd probably found me out from the first kiss, maybe I hadn't returned it properly, or maybe it was just the way I was around her girls can tell these things, either way I was busted, found out, a fraud, or worst of all an inexperienced stud, not really a stud at all just a horny silly little pony.

"Sorry"

I mumble, nervous and despondent.

"Hey, don't you want to take the rest of it off?" She grinned bumping my muzzle suggestively with her chest. I did so I did. I slipped the garment off, letting her slip one thick arm through then the other before lowering the white lace to the bed.

Before me lay two large mounds of flesh, jet black like the rest of her shining coat, sitting atop of each mound lay a dark teat, thick and rubbery, unprompted I went for these first, my muzzle latching onto the thick tabs, licking and suckling at first one then the other one stray hand playing with the other while the other strokes across her smooth belly.

The mare nickers encouragement, hands stroking my mane, coming up to rub the base of my ears affectionately as I switch to the other breast, playing with them, feeling their weight with my hands, while I feel her own hands go to work on my shirt, unbuttoning opening it out showing my flat chest, a finger tracing a line from my belly to my ribcage, stopping at a nipple to stroke across it then

"oww!"

She pinches it with, giving an amused giggle, I reach up to her free nipple, giving the thick tab the same treatment, drawing only another giggle and a soothing stroke across my chest fur.

"Get used to it little guy, I like playing with these almost as much as I like being played with"

Releasing her nipple briefly to chuckle myself I suddenly cry out as her hooved finger pinches the other just as her tongue comes down to lick over my own in a hot exchange of juices.

"And they'll come when you're least expecting"

Vicky grinned reaching round pulling the shirt down my arms and off my back before pushing me backwards to lie on the bed proper, breasts swaying as her fingers deftly work my trousers tugging them from my hips in one fluid movement, sliding the cloth tubes down my cannon bones and over each fetlock and hoof, pausing to stroke the fur there gently while watching up my sheath with one brown eye.

She stands again, giving me another look across her fine body unmistakeably that of a shire, but at the same time unmistakeably that of a mare, the generous feminine curves of breasts hips and buttocks accentuating her equine form, right up to her soft combed mane and platted forelock, white blazed face and mischievous grin, directed at me.

"Don't you like what you see stud"

She asked swaying her hips, long tail flowing fluidly from side to side like a pendulum.

I nod quickly.

"Well little Christopher tells a different tail"

Shit she's right, my hands fly to my crotch suddenly, embarrassed, trying to cover up my lack of arousal, she's right I'm not hard, fuck I haven't even dropped. My mind so preoccupied with other things, that arousal had failed to manifest itself in the usual a proper stallion way. It's unusual for a stallion not to drop, it's unusual for me given the teasing that's been going on.

Tonight however was different, tonight I had to behave despite Vickie's wandering hands at the dinner table, she's bent over me now neck leaning forwards, tits warm against my knees, muzzle leaning into my flaccid fury pocket...

"Oooh, get a little excited earlier did we?"

She's found it all right, I came earlier, not hard, just a little you know... what you don't well you see us stallions can do that, we can fill our sheathes with thick white goo without ever having reached full stiffness, dropping a few times helps though and sometimes we do that until we cum, Actually it was kind of unavoidable and totally the mares fault, but back to the scene before us.

"Err well kind of, yeah"

"Well that's all right"

The invading finger makes me shudder as she pokes it deep into my damp folded depths finding my hidden flare and tracing circles over my sensitive flesh responding pushing the blunt head free from its hiding place.

I lie there gazing wide eyed as she removes the finger lifting it to her muzzle, the white digit disappearing inside, the big shire making approving noises while staring straight at me as I shift about on the bed, balls rolling in their sac across my thigh.

With a wink the great mare comes round to my side presenting her rear to me, her thick tail swaying gently accentuating her scent, blowing it around the already humid and musky bedroom, ears back and hips bent, waiting....

I reach over, placing my hands on her hips, fingers on the waistband of those simple briefs.

"Uh uh uh, hands!"

I pull back dodging her tail swishing down between her legs.

"Forgotten already have we?" a giggle.

Reaching my hands under my but to warm I watch the mare, her thick black pussy lips clearly visible through the sodden knickers twitching ever so slightly, calling to me I had to get in there, I had to have them for my own I had to go in for another try. This time a happy nicker as my warm fingers slid the wet panties over her soft furry hips, the cloth sticking to the large black cunt, peeling slickly from the soft rubbery lips, her smell overpowering me now becoming hard to ignore but I followed through, sliding the garment down her legs watching the wetness matt strands of her thick white feather together while I held first one fetlock for her to step out of then another.

Then without a word she backs up into my butt cheek bumping my nose with her tail raised high, curling right the way over her butt, the plum resting on her wide back, I know what this means and I waste no time in letting her know, that I know. We both know.

Diving in and with hands on hips I begun noisily licking and sucking, trying to lick everything all at once, her taste overwhelming, driving me wild as I desperately licked deeper and deeper mining more of her mare honey from dark red folds of warm pulsing flesh the mare above nickering happily wiggling her hips, pressing her snatch hard up against my horsy lips, the large quivering opening threatening to devour my boxy pony muzzle as I lap away feverously at her warm depths, efforts rewarded with a little whinny and a small flood of fresh juices rolling over my tongue.

Alas though, she pulls off, leaving me there licking my lips still lost in her taste.

We kiss again, long and deep I'm braver this time too, tongue taking the initiative seeking out her own in her hot shire cave.

"Good boy"

She slaps my neck playfully throwing her leg over me suddenly, straddling my waist shimmying back presenting her winking wet sex up to muzzle once more, I needed no invitation as I resumed slurping wetly and messily at those lips I felt her hands wander over my body, up my legs, and over my belly, stopping at my chest feel her big hands running through my chest fur making broad circles over my ribs, calming me, relaxing me until her fingers find a nipple tweaking it painfully again making me jump under her.

I hear her laughter loud and long, not mocking and teasing but tinkling and musical like water bubbling happily down a shingle brook on a hot summer's day. Her finger finds the other one but something's different, her fingers slow and deliberate now tracing a line around the pec closing inwards slowly and inexorably my body tensing steeling myself for the inevitable pinch I knew was coming and surely enough her finger closed over the fleshy nub pressing it, rubbing and flicking it lazily before closing it between thumb and forefinger increasing the pressure slowly until I arched my back underneath her moaning in pain and pleasure.

"You'll like this before the end my sweet pony" She said releasing the nipple giving my chest a vigorous rub affectionately.

I sighed in relief feeling her body lowering over mine, her breasts pressed firmly against my belly muzzle against my thigh, her hot damp breath tickling the fur there, nosing at the leg, slowly bringing her muzzle further and further up my thigh ignoring my balls and going straight for my brown sheath the mare wastes no time and sticks her tongue straight inside lips resting snugly over my sheath lips as she proceeded to eat out my cock cavity, driving me absolutely wild with her warm wet tongue as she lapped up the sticky mess inside, paying special attention to my knobbed equine head growing out rapidly, pulsing with new life pushing straight into her welcoming muzzle, tongue following the growing floppy organ all the way into her maw.

I shuddered violently, moaning into her pussy as she started working on my pony cock with abandon, giving a little moan herself while licking my head gleefully as I reach full hardness.

Pretty soon I noticed a pattern emerging, her muzzle was following mine in so much as whenever I moved licking a new area she would too, I noted that she favoured a spot just towards the back of her love tunnel behind her teardrop lips, she'd give my median ring some attention whenever I went there, while her winking clit was an obvious spot to lavish my tongue on the mare giving my flared head special attention whenever I went there.

This was a kind of game to her and a subtle lesson in all of her hot spots, she knew mine and was teaching me hers, and it was highly erotic and very effective, so effective that after several little sighs and whinnies from the mare I found myself bucking my hips one final time, cum boiling all the way up my shaft and into her welcoming maw. I threw my head back into the bed thrusting as much of my shaft into the mare as possible, mashing her thick lips against my crotch as I came almost painfully into her hungry mouth as her juices dripping from her sex to land on my neck.

I stood with the other smoking furs outside the restaurant, cowering from the sleet under a thin faded pvc awning harking back to the days this place first opened I didn't smoke but mark gazza and Ian all did, my team, or rather the team I was a part of, there were other furs arranged on the pavement equally cowering from the icy rain blown in on the chill wind but these were my mates, workmates, it was our works Christmas do. Our first in years.

I peered through the window, watching the ladies already seated at the table gossiping amongst themselves, Indy a white furred alpaca Jane a grand old shire horse and the bosses wife and sitting next to her was Vicky her Daughter, pleasant quiet shire mare like her mother and only ever seen at these sort of events. Mother and daughter shire having nothing else to do with the business apart from wedlock and birth right respectively.

"Cheer up Chris, could be worse, could be snowing, could be Christmas even hahahaha" came the moronic merry laughter from Garry, the white husky cracking up at his own joke while no one else did, he's a bit crazy is old gazza but fuck can he work a rope and harness like no one else can.

I remember once when we were doing a massive pollarding job in kent... nah you don't want to hear that!

By a seeming unspoken signal we all file into the hot little restaurant taking our seats, everything goes crazy for a second everyone scrambling to get seated in order of their own little cliques and circles, fine dining amongst big rough fellas is highly political and amongst the rush of moving bodies I lose sight of my friends looking up and down the long table nicely set out to receive the set menu.

I scowl when I see them, Gaz spotting me immediately "Looking like a lost foal there Chris wohahaha" The fucker really is crazy, years of chainsaw fumes must have driven the wolf completely barking mad, Christ I hope I don't become as mental as that when I reach his age!

Mark sitting next to him is more sympathetic, the black Labrador shrugging his shoulders tilting his head to one side apologetically. While Ian simply points up the table with an evil grin, I follow the finger all the way to the only available spot left at the end, an empty place sandwiched between Vicky and her Mum.

Fuck!

We switch places, the big shire taking my place on the bed, laying back with legs and arms outstretched pussy still winking showing her dark ruby inner walls with each deep spasm, a trickle of white leaking from the teardrop running down across her donut.

My cock's still sensitive and raw feeling but also itchy and hard at the same time, stuff it the choice is a given, taking the head in my hand, steadying the twelve black inches of dripping ponycock I lower my body over hers, feeling her thighs on my hips, my fist guiding my flare into her warm hot love tunnel the hot passage scalding my member enveloping it like a searing wet glove of flesh. Maybe I should wait maybe I shouldn't but I shove it all in anyway in one fast movement.

"Neigh" a whinny comes from the chest beneath me, deeper than loud. I look up at her smiling eyes, as her hands come over me, hugging me close to her as I begin to pound away, groin slapping hers balls smacking into her hot wet tail hole.

This is bliss pure and absolute bliss!

I bury my muzzle into her chest fur the warm soft flesh of her breasts wobbling and shifting about as a large hand comes down to stroke my forelock, thumbs squeezing my ears, pulling them through her fingers repeatedly, affectionately, dominatingly.

There is a certain assurance that some have when they know they have the means to get what they want in life, a certain confidence if you will or assurance in their movements, this mare had it in spades, her movements easy and confident her behaviour assured. She had me and she knew it! And I was loving every moment of it!

The second orgasm came quickly, quicker than expected actually, that familiar sensation of boiling beginning in my loins, traveling up through my cock and finally a pulsing rush of blood to the head as it flared out enormously sealing the way behind it shut as aching long spasm after achingly long spasm drove the sticky ropey mess up through my head to fill the mare with my seed.

I lay panting atop the soft feminine equine, totally dwarfed by her size and power her hand stroking my mane this time, drawing the coarse strands of Dartmoor pony hair through her fingers soothingly. Bringing her nose down to nuzzle my brow lovingly.

I looked on in mild horror as the shire caught my eye, patting the vacant chair cheerfully with a white hand, the light feather on her arm swaying gently.

The starter went well enough the mare asking questions while I answered asking some of my own trying to keep the conversation going, while her dam and sire listened sometimes conversationally and sometimes discreetly with one ear cocked in our direction but always listening.

Then the touches started. Large equine hands wandering beneath the table starting off at my knee but quickly becoming braver an bolder in their attentions, tracing lines up my inner thigh while she kept her eyes foreword talking to her father or the red wolf opposite alternately, occasionally turning her head to ask my opinion on one or other aspect of the conversation frequently catching me off guard, the wicked glint in her hazel eyes telling me she was enjoying every moment of the awkward and risky play.

Then her fingers touched it, palm covering my clothed sheath opening while strong fingers curled inwards cupping my pony nuts inside their cloth prison, I dropped instantly and dramatically and she could tell as her large warm hand gave an extra firm squeeze to my package. Her grip loosening momentarily as she turned her hand bringing her thumb into play digging it into my sheath digging the hoof into my covered cockhead. Making me shudder and moan.

"Everything alright Chris?"

My boss asks from across the table, concern pulling at the corners of his blunt shire muzzle. I put my hand to my throat while another goes for the glass of water on the table, my face screwed my head nodding in the best feaux choke face I could muster. Putting up the other hand, a clear message no help needed nor wanted!

Vicky puts a hand round my shoulder the very same that mere moments before had been squeezing and stroking, cupping and fondling, my face burned bright red but it wasn't from the lack of oxygen.

Panting softly I lie there in the gloom my body resting atop the shire mare, her long shaggy fur warm against my short cropped brown coat, sweat prickling my skin, cooling rapidly on the pelt despite the heat and stuffiness of the mare's bedroom.

Dropping my head to her chest I look around me, messy bedroom, clothes scattered about the place boxes of various things lining the walls above them hung pictures on the wall, family mostly, her dad, and her all dressed up must have been for something big maybe a graduation or something, and another one a big jock shire same age, stupid grin her brother maybe I look around the room scaning the walls I could see without moving, no one else, I turn my attention to the bed stand instead, another two pictures, one showed the mare holding a dog in her arms, the animals head lazily resting over a white feathered knee while she smiled for the camera cutely, and another with her mother at a beach, the two mares carbon copies of each other, identical markings, identical height, ears the same, the only difference between the two were greying fur and different mane styles.

No boyfriend, or at least no evidence of one...

"Not tired are we stud?"

I snapped round lifting my head, forgetting the room looking up at the cheeky mare instead.

That musical laughter again, soft and sweet with no malice attached to those lyrical tones, a hand coming down fingers interlacing with my own while a long muzzle rubs the side of mine.

"So, ready to go again?"

It wasn't a question so much of a statement of fact, the mare pulling me close to her body, suddenly rolling over so that she now lay on top of me, squeezing my soft cock still planted deep within her dark quivering folds. As if to punctuate this she winked again, deep and hard, juices spilling over my shaft, wetting my sheath and balls in their sticky musky dampness.

"Because I am, my little Dartmoor"

She cooed above me, her hips raising and falling now, her groin peeling away from mine with a slick sticky feeling before coming back down forcefully, I moaned bucking my hips up to meet her movements grinding my cock deeply into her hot cave cum leaking out and over my crotch with abandon, I didn't care. In fact it was turning me on.

Then the nuzzling started, heavy nuzzling, beginning with a firm wet kiss from her mobile lips taking my lower one into her mouth, suckling and licking the sensitive rubbery flesh giving a nip with those large blunt teeth of hers. Then running along my jaw her lips working circles nuzzling grooming my short fur, teeth drawing some skin into her mouth nipping the loose flesh, then down my neck biting harder now, the nips painful but the afterglow of each little bite warm and tingly exciting me in ways I'd never believed possible.

I felt her hands again stroking down my sides came up to rest between us, rubbing over my chest fur, my body tensed knowing full well what was coming, knowing the pain those innocent looking fingers would inflict and sure enough the left got it without mercy, drawing a squealing whinny from my unwitting throat and a hearty laugh from the mare, the sound reverberating through her body and into mine where our bellies rested against eachotheres.

"I told you I like these Pony" I could hear the mirthed smirk in her voice as she nipped my neck once more while grinding her hips into mine wetly.

"Feel free to give it back though, I like to give as well as receive"

Ahh, another nip, right she's going to get it now, I slid both hands up between us, sliding underneath those warm fleshy mounds searching for the thick black tabs.

"Hur hur hur"

She nickered into my neck, drool soaking into the fur there as I pinched rolled and twisted those warm wide nipples.

I nickered back in delight, enjoying having an effect on the big girl for once, her pleasure in my fingertips, I thrust with a renewed effort into that fat damp mound winking around my sheath greedily begging for more and more So I gave it, hands occupied I reached out with my muzzle latching onto that dark Guinness coloured neck, nuzzling biting and nipping while the mare continued to drool over mine in lust and desire and pleasure driving me wild with power, power over her pleasure. Now the reins had definitely been crossed, what started out as Victoria the mysterious sweet and dominating shire horse driving the wagon had slowly transitioned to Chris the shaggy brown Dartmoor, shy and bookish, quickly learning from the knowledgeable mare, and quickly using that knowledge to devastating effect.

A moan, a nicker and her body shuddered above me muscles giving out her large strong frame collapsing into me restricting my bucking hips frustratingly as yet more mare nectar escaped, wetting our union further, short wet slaps becoming louder as I thrust harder and harder openly sweating now with the effort desperate to reach my own orgasm, desperate to cum, slap slap slap, just a little bit more.

Then her hips came down, pinning me to the bed.

"Nooooo"

"Yes"

She looked up, an evil grin cracking her muzzle, lip lifting animatedly showing her blunt teeth whickering a long laugh.

"Just stay there my sweet, there's more fun to be had yet..."

Her body raising off of mine hips warmly seated over my prone form, sex firmly locked over my shaft sheathing my pony, locking it within her folds.

Leaning back her plump breasts bobbing heavily above me, running her hands through her long flowing mane, she took her time, finishing off with a long shake, sending the mane and forelock flying through the air, a heavenly scene if there ever was one.

"Now" she started dropping her beautiful body back over mine, hands finding mine gripping them sincerely.

"If I let you cum, I want you to do something for me in return, I won't tell you what it is yet but I want you to promise me that you'll do it for me without complaint"

I shifted under her weight, uncomfortable and needy all at the same time, she was a kinky mare I wandered what more she liked to do to her studs than just pinch their nipples. Maybe she liked to tie them up and torture them, or squeeze their balls, maybe that's why there were no partners in the pictures hanging on the wall.

Then a soothing stroke to my cheek, "Don't worry, I promise you'll enjoy it, you just don't know it yet, my sweet pony"

Her voice, soothing and low sealing the deal for me though at this point I would have agreed to anything just to cum. I nodded, "Ok"

"Good" she said happily stroking down my chest and belly hips lifting from me, taking the cue I started stabbing again but a hand held me back. My throat whinnying in frustration.

"Hehe, wait not yet pony, let's get into a position where the stallion can breed his mare properly, like a good stud should"

I watched the mare her weight lifting off of me, my flared needy cock slipping free with a squelching pop raking thick white juices out to run down my splotched shaft,

Vicky bends over the bed presenting her thoroughly soiled pussy to me, a mixture of both of our cum running in a river from the leathery teardrop over her winking clit and down the wet matted fur of her thighs.

I mounted her in an instant, hips smacking her butt with loud echoing slaps, balls swinging low in their leathery sac painfully out of synch, I didn't care, this one was for me, I didn't even think of the price I'd have to pay for it later...

As I slapped in clumsily and uncoordinated into the mare she put her neck round "not a biter are we?" she mused, touching her larger shire lips to mine, nose to nose, sharing breath together, her hands taking mine, bringing them foreword around over the curves of her body to her tits, fingers over mine pinching and rolling the thick nipples harder than I had ever dared to before.

And then it hit, hard and long, my flare widening inside her tunnel, the width adding another dimension to the pleasure for both of us, as I cum as if I never would again, crotch so tight against hers I could feel her clit winking against my balls.

My vision goes funny and the sound goes dead and I collapse over her back, blacking out.

Those fingers, those innocent looking fingers, white and furry, soft downy hairs riding over short coarse ones, thick smooth hoof tips atop of strong fingers now inside my trousers, gripping grouping and squeezing my straining sheath, I was at her mercy, twice I had tried to push her arm away, the wandering hands threatening to draw attention to us now more than once but she was getting bolder and bolder.

Thankfully when pudding arrived she withdrew the hand, finger wet with my secretions and before my eyes dipped it into the trifle on the oblong plate before her bringing it to her lips sucking it clean with a smile just for me.

If I was more confident like one of the other lads maybe this wouldn't bother me so much, but it does, I love the attention, but, but...

I went to the toilet, trying to compose myself, as I stood at the urinal uncurling my pony cock thick sensitive and dripping I thought about nothing more than the mare and her hands, her smell and that cute little smile, odd ways for such a large creature, I do my business stuffing my meat back into my pants, leaving the dingy little room worse than I had entered it, head swimming in a clouded fog of uncertainty and desire.

Alice wrinkled her nose as I sat down the corner of her muzzle twitching as Vicky smiled pleasantly at me.

The hand soon descending once more, this time I pushed it away hard and it stayed away for good, relief and guilt flooding me in equal measure.

Finally the speech was made, toasts given and the meal ended, the scratching of chairs audible as the smokers dashed for the door and the waiting pavement outside.

As I turned to leave I felt a hand on my side "Nice to have met you Chris" it was Vicky, smiling sweetly behind hazel eyes" thank you, you too I said awkwardly, taking the offered hand giving it a squeeze, as the mare pulled me unexpectedly in for a small hug.

"Take care Chris"

"You too"

"See you soon Dartmoor"

Five miles down the road I reached into my pocket, empty, the familiar feel of my phone not present, shit, ok, I tried the other, then the other, picking through all of them in turn, interrogating my jacked on the passenger seat with a free left hand.

Fuck it, not my phone!

I pulled the car into a layby checking everything again, fuck it's got to be in the restaurant, must have fallen out of my pocket. I whipped the car round and sped back to the place, I need my phone it's expensive and its mine and a pain to replace, fuck I hope it's still there!

Furtively looking round I walk back into the place, everything still as it was, tables still pushed to the centre forming one long table, plates gone and no customers. I go straight up to where we were sitting and start searching, on the table, under the table, under the chair, under the legs, nothing. I let out a sharp sigh in frustration.

"Hello sir, can I help you" I whirl round to face the deer one of the family of deer that had served us that evening.

"I've lost my phone" I say urgently "have you found one here?"

"Sorry sir" the deer replies, standing uncomfortably absentmindedly playing with his fingers in front of him, "but I did find something, wait here"

I stand from the squat looking about the place one more time as the young buck returns handing me a small folded slip of paper.

Flat 37 apartment A

29 drift street.

For Chris

The building's old, with old doors, old carpet and old stairs, treads complaining bitterly under even my subtle weight, floor five, I've been through all the teens and the twenties and thirties, it must be on this floor, and there sure enough staring at me across the threshold in big black scrolling letters is flat no 37.

Crossing the landing to the door I hesitate momentarily, what if it's a trap, an elaborate hoax to trick me, to mug me, those deer are tribal and crafty nifty little blighters too, and maybe this is what they do, pick out a victim from a group party, take something of theirs and produce a note guiding them to this apartment or one very much like it.

What if...

What if inside there's a well-meaning shire mare waiting to give me my phone back, what if... she wants to... oh that would be awkward, a thought suddenly dawning on me, my sheath stirring, fat cockhead spilling out making a large bulge this time.

I knock on the door and wait, nothing. I knock again and again listening for hoof falls on the floor, nothing. I press my ear up against the door, listening for any signs of life inside... "Hello" I call out "Hello"

Suddenly I'm pinned to the door, a large body pressed firmly against mine, a thick muscled arm coming round me, holding me firm, while a bulky body holds my cheek snug against the painted wood.

I whinny in panic as the form presses closer ears twitching hearing the rustle of a store carrier bag then the sound of a key in the lock, and then... a kiss on my brow, then again on my forelock.

"Come on" I hear a female voice say, light and musical, with a hint of depth, a large hand pushing me through the doorway....

We lie on the bed together, the mare draped over me nuzzling and cuddling, the two of us bathing in the afterglow enjoying each other's bodies while nickering sweet nothings to each other.

"I didn't know..."

"What? That It could be this good" Vicky finished for me, twisting a strand of tail between her fingers.

"Yeah" I sighed stroking her cheek.

"It gets better!" the mare breathed lustily with a smile, sliding her body over mine, her muzzle craning down to mine to kiss deeply, tongues entwining intimately hotly and wetly.

"Hmm, getting better" she nickered approvingly.

Her hand runs between us down south towards my sheath again, the loose floppy skin holding a tired limp and sore penis, I protested but she held me down, her hand passing the fleshy pocket without so much as s squeeze or grope, then down to my nuts, but again I was wrong, white furred fingers skipping straight passed the shiny wet orbs in their sac.

Where was she going? Then I felt it...

"Oh I don't think so"

"Oooh I think so" the mare cooed back whickering soothingly, her fingers running slow circles around my puckered donut, the muscle twitching under the attention. "Besides you promised me"

She pouted.

"Well yeah but, I can't"

"There's no such thing as can't, silly, I promise you'll enjoy it" "After a fashion" she mumbles quietly.

"AFTER A FASHION?"

"Shushh" the mare cooed removing the hand, bringing it round to her sex, stroking it twice before plunging the hand inside filling the room with a sticky wet sound and more heady mare musk.

The hand found its way back to my muscle wet cold and dripping making me jump and fidget.

"Aww my pony's winking for me too... see Chris you want to be a mare really, a gorgeous little Dartmore mare, my little mare.

Then she pushed, forcing the thick digit inside drawing a deep grunt and a whinny of protest from me.

It feels wrong, so completely and totally wrong, like having a shit backwards something that should never happen. I wriggle and squirm around the horse's thick warm finger invading my sacred passageway groaning in discomfort.

"Look at my little mare squirm" the mare smiled down at me with mirth ladened eyes and smiling muzzle.

"You're so cute like this Chris! You are going to love it very soon, I promise my little pony slut"

I hadn't even noticed the digit worming around inside me, Turing this way and that seesawing in and out with increasing pace and tempo, then I feel it, another finger probing, pressing against my pucker, pushing poking, searching it for entry.

"No, no" I shake my head "don't I can't take this, I don't like it!" feeling discomfort as the second digit pushes it's way home, stretching my hole out inches wide, the fingers slowly pushing all the way home then out again, repeating themselves, while the mare reaches her spare hand up my body playing with my nipples again, I didn't mind this time, not even whinnying as she takes a sore dark nub pinching it cruelly between hooved thumb and forefinger the pain actually distracting me from the discomfort downstairs.

"Oh fuck" I grunt at the mare pulling the two fingers completely out before ramming them home again before pulling them completely free, rubbing the wet digits soothingly over my sore donut stroking down to my taint making my tail flick against my will, the mare sitting up on her hocks, giving her a better angle of access all the better to abuse me!

She leans in close mane flowing fluidly across her long broad majestic neck leading down to a wide powerful head, beautiful wide round broad cheeks, dark muzzle lips hidden by my hips now. Then a warm soft tongue, wet and soothing over my tail hole working in broader strokes then smaller ones just for the dark muscle pushing it riming the edge of it then broad again covering my anus and taint in horse slime.

She removes the tongue bringing her head up to look at me instead the nose wrinkling, blowing a long puff of breath over my prone body nickering deeply as the fingers resume their terrible play, the thick digits pushing back into my rectum with startling ease, swiftly joined by a third. "Neeeigh, Stop!"

"Just give into it, can't you feel it? The pleasure, just... here as I turn my knuckles like... this..."

I moan, biting my lip in spite of myself. "Stop!" I murmur weakly now, defeated.

"I'm sorry? Do I detect that you are not enjoying this little Dartmoor?"

Finally!

"No!"

"Well I'm obviously not doing it correctly then" she brightens "let's add another finger!"

"Noooooooooooo!"

"Oh shush you!" she leans over me cupping her massive free hand over my muzzle, silencing me in one motion. "You'll have the neighbours knocking on the door and I don't have enough fingers for them too"

I squirm on the bed in panic, desperate for the mare not to go any further, visions filling my mind of donut dangerously overstretched by the mare's big hands, my rear torn and damaged forever, Vicky's merry tones doing little to calm me especially when that promised fourth finger makes its painful entry. "shush" the mare drops her large body over me trapping my thrashing torso to the bed, making the pain in my rear truly inescapable, while her hand presses foreword, wrist twisting and turning worming her knuckles into me pausing a long moment as she uses her thumb (the only digit not inside me) stroking my taint gently, rubbing the short sort hairs there drawing a moan from my throat as I sink into the bed a little, the presence of the hand in my rectum not so painful now it's stationary.

"Good Boy, I mean girl" Vicky coos softly to me, removing her hand from my lips, sliding her body back down mine, her long shaggy fur catching on my cock head, penis now extended from sheath resting flaccidly against my brown belly.

She notices too, leaning down to lick the tip, tongue rasping the oversensitive tip agonisingly.

"I told you you'd enjoy it, eventually!"

"I'm not"

"Something pink and black and flared tells a different tale sweets"

"My sweet little filly" she adds with a giggle.

"I'm not, and I won't"

"Oh?" she turns her wrist suddenly

"Aaagh"

"A hand up your bum tells me differently little filly, you can't see it but from back here you look so cute, your shiny black ring stretched tightly over my fingers trying to pull them deeper into you really are cute, my sweet little Dartmoor filly"

"And you ARE enjoying it! aren't you?"

I whinny softly, unsure of what to say, not wanting the mare to turn her hand again but at the same time craving the feeling in a strange way.

Her thumb now starts working my dock, stroking softly over the fine velvety hairs there.

"I know you are, mares can tell these things"

Giving a little giggle as her muzzle leans forward between my outspread legs to lick at my sheath, tonguing over the veiny union between shaft and sheath, licking up the soft fleshy tube, teasing it with short whiskers.

"Dartmoor slut"

And the shameful truth was, I was beginning to enjoy it, with these new sensations thrown in too, her muzzle on my shaft, that thumb working soothingly over my dock, yes that, that giant hand in my butt even that was beginning to feel ok, well at least it was until she pulled back, my donut sucking tightly against her wet digits.

Then the muzzle stopped, whuffing heavily over my flare, the shaft jumping in response sucked in my tip taking me all the way down to the sheath with her hot skilful maw, I thrust into her, suddenly good to go again despite my protesting hips her muzzle doing an amazing job, as I hang onto her thick powerful neck.

Using her talented maw to her advantage she tucks her thumb into her palm and pushes making me cry out as I feel her knuckles slip inside me, then her thumb and then her wrist, my donut closing sucking some of her arm in too.

I cry out, uncomfortably full now, the feeling horrible yet so good the hand turning, flexing and pumping as she forces more into me, that talented maw nursing on my pony cock, flare rising, door knocking, hips lifting, buried fist pumping, Door knocking.

DOOR KNOCKING!

"THE DOOR!"

The mare continued seemingly unconcerned and it was academic anyway as at that precise moment I threw my head back uttering a shrill whinny, testicles drawing in close to my body as I came, and came and came. The longest, hardest and most painful orgasm of my life, balls boiling, cock squeezing and spamming my last seed straight into the mares waiting mouth.

Things went dark for a moment, the only sound audible my heart racing beating loudly in my ears, lungs sucking in great lungful's of breath, as my senses begin to return to me one by one. First sight, the mare still leaning over me brushing her forelock from her eyes a loving smile on her lips, then smell, sex sweat and mare, then sound.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," the neighbours I expect

"Vicky, Vicky" I froze at a familiar voice.

"Vicky, Vicky?" Suddenly the mare grinned wider, mischievously and unexpectedly. Shall we let them in Pony?