Reining In Ashley
Raining In Ashley
By first impressions, most would be fooled by the feminine appeal of a certain horse. His name was Ashley, and he was the only stallion who ever looked like he belonged on the receiving end of a teasing board at the stud. I, his buyer, his master, too, was intrigued by this marish facade. Nevertheless, the illusion was only more enriching as I came to cherish the perfection of that flesh; desired it in its simplicity.
Ashley was mine. Mine forevermore, his smooth bronzed hide like silken gold, too magnificent for just any fool to touch, a statue of flesh no mortal could emulate within any sufficient margin of beauty. I took pleasure in touching Ashley's body, in his female vestments, in his lovely kind green long-lashed eyes. His clothes piqued my delight with great unyielding passion.
The lithe little stallion-mare had the look of grace, of elegance, of lust unbridled. His hair was worn in an overly filly-like style, long locks down his poll, barely concealing a white diamond between those seductive eyes of green. Long stockings and gloves concealed much of the extremities, lovely little red bows sewed, facing outward, right on the fabric toward the shoulders and thighs...oh, those heavenly thighs. Right above, his crotch is hidden, quite attractively, I might add, by a black silk G-string, the bulge of his sheath like a preview of wonderful things to cum, his silk-covered scrotum carelessly sagging under his abdomen like a fabrog'e egg in a small display case.
Those eyes plead! I cannot stand the way they tempt, the way they seduce, the way they beg for me and my raging girth of stallion shaft! Complete me! They declare. Own me like a little slut!
In time, it will please me to do so. But not now, oh, not now. Today I am far more occupied with looking alone. His flesh, a stoic temple of erotic worship. His bulging concealed cock a present ready to be laid bare before my approval.
Yes, Ashley, you are my toy, my desire. A pretty little cunt-boy to ravage with my throbbing tool!
At my palace, after taking him home from the slave auction, he is numb in his awareness. He does not know his place, nor, his obligations. Pity the idiot who sold this sexy palfrey never knew what he had before him, but I will make that reality known to my new favorite, the stallion whom will come to worship and beg of my deferential treatment.
"Sir..." Ashley begins uncertainly.
I hold up one finger in impatience, a derisive snort exits my nose in a blustery exhalation, making him look up, a little shaken.
"In this home, I am Master, and you are Ashley, my slutty little stallion slave. You will do well to remember that, and bare your flesh to me in honesty and need."
Ashley's eyes drop to the floor, defeated.
"Yes, S-Master." He replied, cringing, ready to receive a good flogging.
I step forth, my hooves' noise echoes in the great kingdom of my house. I lift that silky chin up with a large draft horse sized finger; Clydesdale, actually, and maybe some Murokov blood in me as well. He looks into my eyes; perhaps some joy alight in his own.
The eyes which said he were totally mine and would do whatever I desired; I would have fun with this one.
"Master..."
"Yes, you will do well in my bed, and I may be pleased to think you are that one special little sirrah out of all this world. My...favorite?"
Ashley's ears pivot forward, excited.
"Oooh! Favorite?!"
"But I will not make exceptions for your insubordination, merely because I like you the most out of all the stallions I keep in my mansion. Do not try me, Ashley, that is your warning."
Ashley displayed an adorable little expression of defeat.
"Do I displease you, Master?"
I shrug my great shoulders and head in disagreement, snorting some.
"No, Ashley. Not tonight, but eventually you will ply rebellion upon me, and I shall put you in your subbie place, my little fuck-toy boy."
He was horrified, perplexed.
"Master! I could never disobey!"
My chest rumbles with a deep laugh, my forelock falling out of place. My brown eyes finally lock onto his green ones in threat, in reverence, the bond of dominant and subbie passing through us powerfully.
"You will. Not tonight. Not next week. But someday, you will get into mischief. You will test my bonds, my patience, and I will be forced to prove why you do not deserve to look upon me or partake of my whims, you over glorified, cross-dressing, pony prostitute!"
Heavy silence followed my statement, his perky little nostrils wide in shock, his ears laid back in submissive fear.
"Master..."
"Ashley, dearling. What were your previous chores for that other idiot?"
Ashley's eyes fall a little, stung. Clearly, the little effeminate horse had some respect for his previous owner. Ashley might love his old master, but I could have no respect for any master who does not use his slaves to the pinnacle of their purposes. Using a slave for domestic chores alone is stupid, a waste of resources. Ashley would do the chores of the house, AND I'd have my amusement with him whenever I dare choose.
"I-I worked in the kitchen."
I stomped hard on the linoleum of the floor with a stamp of a wide heavy hoof, making Ashley shudder with terror.
"Does this displease Master?"
I give a fierce trumpeting whinny, clenching my fists until one could see the white taut skin through the blackish brown fur.
"You're damn right, Ashley. Who the fuck had the nerve?!"
I was surprised that Ashley still looked beautiful despite being around knives, burners, ovens, and other potentially harmful kitchen devices!
"You're not going to work in my kitchen, where you might get tarnished! No, Ashley, you are going to stay just as you are; perfect and free of damage, safely dusting or sweeping the first floor of the palace."
His face became pouty, petulant.
"But Master, I love to cook!" He protests angrily.
"You're crossing a thin line, lovely. You better not push my benevolence."
"But Master!" He whined.
"I am the master. My will is law, you little ingrate."
Ashley shut his little mouth immediately, halting his disagreements. Hmmm...a cute mouth. I wonder how he'd use it on master, how much of my seed he could comfortably wean upon.
Master is law. Do not negate my wishes.
Nearby, came another of one of my more alluring servants. He was more wiry with muscle, limbs taut, sweaty from hard work. He was pure white with blue eyes, a pink cotton loincloth draped over his crotch, the back done in a thong to give his wavy tail a nice lift to bare his attractive muscular asscheeks.
A lovely pony good for an exhilarating ride.
"Reggie. This is Ashley, our new slut. Tell the others to make him feel at home, and show him what parts of my house must be dusted and swept."
Reggie bows playfully before me.
"As Master declares, so shall it be done. Come, Ashley, let us get you settled into this new life with one so glorious and...well-equipped?... as our lordship?"
I chuckle as the impish pony with his sapphire eyes departs rapidly with the shy little fem-boi with their nice naked asses rolling before my gaze in their exit from my company.
Out of the view of Master, Reggie sighs, grabbing Ashley playfully by his tail to make him stop-turning, blushing cheeks toward the white furred male, Ashley is surprised beyond belief. It was not uncommon for gay stallions to grab each others' tails and tug lightly to signal sexual interest; after all, the tail hid what the pursuer was REALLY after.
"Yes..." The cute little gay bay was at a loss how to address the superior in the slave hierarchy of the large mansion with the many sex-toy modeled fixtures.
"Reggie, little mysterious coy one." The white pony licked Ashley's red cheek, giggling with a blush of his own.
"Reggie...do you want me?" Ashley whispered with those surprised but needy emerald eyes.
The white pony with his pink thong smiled, holding the hands of the new slave, his impulsiveness getting the best of him-dragging him by the neck into forbidden realms.
Forbidden love;
Reggie had been punished badly for his hasty love affairs with other slaves when he was supposed to save all his energy and affection for master. If he deflowered Ashley before master had at him, Reggie might face worse torments than he had before.
Reggie smiled with his cleverness.
"Master wants me to show you where to clean. I can show you everything in the broom closet...personally..." He mused wryly, licking his pink skinned lips with deep-seated stallion hunger.
Ashley looks behind them briefly, shuddering as the white stud explored down his thong with questing fondling fingertips.
"I would...like that. Show me where you put your broom." Ashley giggles out, blushing with cheekbones dark red as cherries amongst the soft downy brownish fur of his face.
"I keep it in a dark place until it's ready to be used. Do you have a tight corner which might give me a problem?" Reggie jokes, his loincloth beginning to bulge with his equine excitement.
"Oh, no! I think it will be easy for you to sweep the place I have in mind." The bay beauty remarked with a wink, grabbing Reggie's package-the white pony whining in surprise-drooling-even as he played with the soft outer fur of the black sheathe of the new slave.
So hot the supple flesh felt as it melted at the touch of his curious hands. Reggie felt true temptation as the tender skin burned against the lightly furred fingers exploring inside.
Then Reggie pulled away suddenly, slapping Ashley's hands from his own crotch-immediately remembering that they might be spied upon at any time by any other slave and be snitched out for what they were doing.
"But..." Ashley breaks off, throwing himself after the white horse with a sudden fiery stubbornness which surprised the hell out of Reggie.
"We can't do this demonstration where others can see. If another slave catches us, master will have our asses-and not in the nice patient way he usually does it-he'll rip us apart or whip us or do something only his mischievous mind can concoct."
Reggie led the adorable feminine creature through numerous hallways and whispering curious-eyed slave stallions toward a nearly forgotten closet in the back of a small dank and moldy storage room in the rear of the building.
It always smelled faintly of mushrooms and rust-tinged water over here, but at this moment, Reggie didn't mind, as he had more on his mind than cleanliness.
"Eeep!" Squealed out Ashley, jumping at Reggies' back with such a fright.
With that shove, he lost his balance and the two ponies collapsed to the floor, Ashley on top of him with his butt high in the air, his tail waving excitedly. Reggie looks side-long into those shy eyes with the blushing cheekbones.
"What?" The white stallion prompted.
Ashley grabbed Reggies' long silky ivory tail and began to play with it nervously, nibbling coyly on his finger as his eyes explored the dark place.
"Um...I thought I saw a spider." Ashley giggles out in his adorable way, Reggie sighing impatiently.
He followed where Ashley was pointing to see a tarantula hanging on the wall, crawling around.
"Holy shit that's big!" Reggie remarked, astonished.
They stare at it as the bay filly boi fidgets excitedly in fear.
"Are you going to kill it?" Ashley whispers, tugging protectively on the white shoulder before him, dragging Reggie to his feet, those green eyes worried, his little hind hoovies facing one another in terror.
"Why?" Reggie asks, licking the fingers of one hand and rubbing his mane back crudely until it stuck in place.
"Spiders scare me." Then he hides behind Reggie, expecting the pink thonged stud to do something about it.
"Come on, let's go to the closet; leggy won't be here when we come out, and if he is, we can stomp and make loud noises to scare him away, kay?"
"But my old master killed spiders if any ever scared me!" Ashley protests.
"Well, THIS master likes spiders more than he likes cockroaches and bot flies and mosquitoes, so we are keeping leggy where he is so we don't have to be worried about the really nasty things that come into the house."
"I DO hate bot flies." Ashley observed.
It would be impossible not to find a horse that hated the body consuming little worms, as Reggie well knew. During the summer, it was almost impossible to go outside with all the swarms roaming about.
"There you go. Nastier things out there than a few spiders."
They looked at the worn wood of the closet door.
"Ready?"
"I dunno. I wonder what's living in there." Ashley mused, shivering his cute sexy little body.
"I know. Do you like to play with snakes?"
"Snakes?!" The black-haired beauty bit his nails nervously-then he calmed down, realizing what Reggie meant.
"Yeah. Nice warm pink snake. If you rub him long enough, he spits like a cobra." The blue-eyed male joked.
Ashley grabbed the white stallions' sheathe through the pink loincloth, squeezing the fleshy mass softly, feeling it erect fast under his attentive hands.
"Is this snake poisonous?" Ashley giggles out, blushing as he played with Reggie.
"Come pet him and find out." Reggie wryly teased with a laugh, shoving the brown and black pony hastily through the open doorway, shutting the door and leaving the two in darkness.
"Um..."
In the dark, Reggie could feel the fidgeting hot soft body under his hands, powerful emotions of lust taking him now that the eyes and witnesses were gone.
Reggie caresses down those unseen muscular shoulders even as the coy little stallion sighed in response. He could well imagine Ashley was blushing as he took control over the little bay palfrey slut.
Then he feels those soft delicate hands pull down his one piece of clothing, leaving him grunting with randiness and surprise. A palm grasped his white sac, twirling around the sensitive flesh and rubbing his hardboiled eggs all over as he drooled at the corners of his mouth in equine ecstasy.
"You've done this before." Reggie accused with a soft whisper-like laugh, blushing-although no one would see him do it.
"Uh huh. Do I make you hot?" Whispered back that shy adorable little voice.
Reggie runs his hands all over those steamy firm pecks and abdomen toned to lithe girly boi perfection, even as black gloved hands rub all over his sweaty body in curiosity, a pert little nose whuffing his musky chest in affectionate manner, getting a good taste of his sweat with that shy little rough licking tongue.
"Mmmm. I like it when I get to play with someone who's all sweaty and masculine." Ashley declares, rubbing a satin hand on Reggies' muscular arm.
He feels for that soft brown face in the dark, rubs it, and leans his lips in to take Ashley by mouth. When his mouth connects, Ashley shivers in surprise, going limp at the feeling of Reggie's tongue buried deep within rubbing his own.
The sensation was like a sudden cascading explosion of strange exploration, as they probed one another curiously, sharing hot steamy breath between them.
Reggie feels fingers crawling on his neck, playing with his silky mane, an impassioned need within the most tempting of kisses. He did not know how long they shared lips, there in the dark-...or if it would ever stop.
But eventually the bay pony broke contact, and when he did, passion burned through them which foreplay could not resolve. Unsure hands travel slowly down his waist, finding his thick powerful snake, and grasp it lightly-fearing its great power.
"Unh..." Reggie moaned out, blushing, as Ashley handled his quickly growing python-rubbery hot flesh spiced with a powerful stallion musk as inch by inch slowly slithered from his sheathe.
Petite lips lock over the flesh and suck, making Reggie melt like his knees had suddenly turned to marshmallows. When he felt the contact, he urgently wanted to thrust and fuck that hot mouth, but he knew if he did, he might choke Ashley in the process. It is hard to hold still for a cock tip fellatio and resist the urge to shove his length into the shallow melting slimy tunnel, but if he could, he would probably get an amazing climax-already feeling it build on his phallus, and it was building slowly in power.
"Suck me faster." He mumbles to the dark, feeling two hands stroke his long shaft up and down, his semi-hardness jiggling in their satiny gloved grasp, as that lovely tongue wanders into his piss-slit and around his slightly detached equine urethra.
"Ohhh... Make me beg, Ashley-make me beg..." Reggie whispered, unsated and drooling with immense lust as the gold-furred stallion pleasured his special maleness.
The white horse breathed hard as he felt the sexy little tongue play with his glans-his thighs shivering with desire and the need to thrust into the hot opening before them. Then Reggie drooled as he felt a gloved hand feel along his waist and slide down over his buttock-squeezing the soft muscled flesh tenderly before moving onto his puckered pink opening.
Reggie raised his white tail eagerly as he felt the silk of several gloved fingers caress his button with gentle slick strokes. Ashley was not lubed to go further, but the white stallion felt like collapsing to his knees regardless.
The whole body of the white stallion shivered under Ashley's patient spirited touches; his cock throbbing with every lingering wave of pleasure; his big pink balls twitching with a massive load to release. If Ashley were like a lazy stream in the summer, Reggie was a dry field waiting for a brush-fire.
And the spark-
Ashley shoved a finger harshly into that tight puckered hole-locking his dainty feminine lips over Reggie's meat-causing a chain reaction and getting a giant load of horse cum right down his hungry throat-the sinewy sticky fluid viscously creeping down with a lingering salty hotness with every inch travelled warmly felt.
Ashley blushed and giggled (though you couldn't see that in here), giving that lovely unseen cock a final slurp to suck up the rest before planting a hot sweet kiss on the fiery sensitive stallion fuck-flesh.
"You taste so good, you know." Ashley whispered, handling the organ in awe even as it began to lose some firmness right between his skilled tender fingers.
Reggie laughed quietly a little in response to this-feeling his balls shiver from the damp cold of the closet. Fortunately, he knew a quick way to warm himself in this passionate yet compromising situation.
Of course, he was afraid of what would happen if Master discovered his new prized equine slut had been devirginized by another one of his slaves before he had his own chance at Ashley's tight hot horse hole.
Dare he ask? Should he risk taking Masters' pleasure for himself?
"Ashley-it's a little cold in here. Would you mind warming me up with that hot juicy little tailhole of yours?"
Reggie frowned-discouraged; he had no right to ask that. What was he thinking! Then he smiled, he knew what he was thinking; Ashley was so perfect and fuckable he was well worth the risk of getting caught and punished.
"Sure." The golden furred slut whispered shyly with a tiny giggle, a sound in the dark like the rustle of fabric and a tiny muted thud on the floor signaled that Ashley was bare and ready to be plowed.
Reggie took a deep calm breath and grinned-before reaching his arms forward to find that hard furry chest in the darkness.
"Turn around honey; us horses can't dock sheathes like dogs." The white pony with the giant hardening organ whispered, licking his lips and overeager to ravage the shy new slave with his firmness.
He felt the fur and hot skin move under his hands as Ashley spun himself seductively around-flicking his tail up and draping it over Reggie's cock-tickling it with little feather tingling sensations as the hair parted along the ready stallionhood.
Reggie moved his hands down along that delicious hot body until they rested firmly around the petite stallion-mare's downy soft furred hips-his thumbs exploring along the buttocks until they found the base of Ashley's tail.
After doing the calculations in his head, Reggie knew where to put his cock; it would be just like pinning the donkey's tail-before he put the head of his thick cockhead at the opening of Ashley's pretty little tight black (Reggie assumed) rosebud. The skin of the sensitive tailhole almost seemed to lock onto Reggie's cock with a kiss-before the slender pink lance of horseflesh began to pierce the opening.
Reggie emitted a tight-lipped silenced squeal as the virgin tight opening sheathed his rod in a hug of warm dripping anal-flesh. The mischievous pony had a difficult time trying to control his deep-seated urges to plow Ashley like the dirty horny fucktoy he was-instead biding his need with plied gentleness and patient stretching.
Ashley arced his back, biting his nails nervously as the giant pink dick crammed itself ever teasingly into his hungry cringing stallion tunnel. It almost seemed to dance like a muscular throbbing cobra deep inside his ass-until he felt the warm balls and the soft skin of a sheathe against his twitching buttocks-then he knew the pony was going to ride him, and Ashley sighed with a coy blush of his cheeks as those arms moved up his waist and around his chest until they grabbed his nipples.
Ashley barely suppressed a moan as his teats were pinched and played with even as the impish white horse ground his flesh into the tight space of this wet eager opening.
"Oh-ohhh...you make me feel so dirty, sexy stallion..." Ashley cooed out, amused as Reggie rammed his cock in and out with slow pistoning motions.
The golden furred horse could not help but blush with each slap of those adorable pink balls against his own. It felt so good to be able to experience such interesting sensations.
Ashley bit down hard on his bottom lip as the hands on his nipples crushed the sensitive flesh in such a way that the pain almost made his cock jump and want to cum.
"Mmm. You've done that before, hmmm?" Then he giggled with another blush-contracting his ass over the meat eaten by his sexy horsie asshole.
"And better with time." Reggie reaffirmed, reaching his arms slowly down-hugging and embracing and feeling every inch of Ashley's fevered skin; finally making him feel like a claimed mare ready to be bred.
Then the two soft hands clasped gently over Ashley's eager tool-his cock beginning to drip a little as Reggie played with it. Ashley giggled in response, putting his hands out against the wall and spread his legs-braced for an erotic assault he had not felt for a great deal of time.
"Uh-uh! I feel it, but I can't see it. Your stallion stick is black, isn't it?" Reggie gasped out with one particularly pleasant thrust into the tight ass enshrouding his cock.
Ashley giggled in a cute way-his meat jumping excitedly between those two experienced hands of the secret lover. "No silly. It's brown and so is that sexy ass of mine you love so much."
Reggie chuckled in response; "That figures-I always end up with the tan studs; it's like fate."
The pretty little stallion gave a pouty snort in the dark-surprising Reggie with the forcefulness of it. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"
"People who complain about their good fortune are fools indeed." Reggie affirmed, contentedly going back into his lustful work.
Ashley sighed deeply as he felt the giant object roll all over his insides like a quicksilver battering ram-smashing his ass blissfully with every crash into his hot tight space.
Then greater bliss took hold of him as those hands rubbed along the sensitive vibrant skin of his youthful equine shaft. The skin over his entire body sung-fevered by the promiscuity of stallion libido and lust.
"I'm going to cum if you keep playing with me like that, stud." Ashley warned with a hint of a filly-like giggle.
The small equine almost winced when those tender hands ceased their motions-trapping him on a plateau of frustrated pleasure far away from release as thunder rumbled behind him courtesy of the lightning god, Reggie.
"And these little mare slut-let's see if I can't get a rise out of you, now."
Ashley almost squealed in surprise as those curious fingers rubbed all over his scrotum and played with his most vulnerable area.
"Don't worry-I'll be gentle, little harem whore." Reggie sighed out-blowing softly into Ashley's attentive flickering ears.
Ashley blushed and lowered his ears coyly-a little ashamed for being the slut he was even as he felt soft touches of fingertips like feather tickling all over his stallion orbs.
As Reggie breathed warm breath into his face, Ashley could smell the sweet hay and sugary grass the ivory pony had eaten. It was as intense and exciting as the rough salty sweet masculine smell of Reggie's sweaty body.
"How fast do you want me to go little harem mare?" Reggie cooed in covert delight, his thighs burning and in need to pound a hole to release seed like a waterfall. The both of them could only imagine the drips of cum dripping from a raw and still needy tailhole.
"I want you to pump me so hard I could fall down!" Ashley squealed out lustily in eager response, the white pony grinning; his blue eyes visible in the dark like two dark opaline stars wide with the sadistic euphoric effect of stallion libido.
"I want to rip that male pussy apart with my drill. You want that, don't you slave slut?" Reggie whinnied out in a hushed voice, responding to Ashley's tight hole as it milked his thrusting rod.
Reggie ground his cock in little spinning twists as their balls lightly slapped in every jumbled shove-and he loved it all-fuck!; he LOVED it!
-And he felt it; like a washing crescendo of building bliss, his balls squirming with excitement ready to void themselves empty of seed into the waiting depths of rear passage.
He didn't know how long he could hold it in check. He just knew that his release would come very soon with those honeyed nectar loins bent over to receive every intrusion of his stony equinehood.
"Mmm. It's almost time. I'm going to fill you with my juice and make you scream for more."
With that, Reggie began to really pummel Ashley's hole with thrusts that felt like hammer blows-making the feminine equine rock harshly from the erotic assault in his defenseless opening.
"Heehee. Pony likes to be rough, doesn't he?" Ashley giggled out, blushing as Reggie grinned, ripping into his ass with two desperate hands-holding on for dear life as his most powerful orgasm came on him.
It felt like a rolling wave; washing down his neck, his whole body in fevered blasts upon his nerves and skin. Slowly sliding down his chest, his slightly plump pony tummy, and then it lingered in his loins-making him shiver like he had been touched by a wild tingle of electricity-
Before he gave a loud squeal and erupted into Ashley with all the power mustered in his legs-one giant nearly painful shove, and then he buried his cock into Ashley to the hilt as his balls squirmed and he felt the muscles in his ass jump as they began to pump.
Oh, he drooled savagely as the orgasm rocked him nearly off his feet and his cock shot Ashley with what felt like hundreds of jets of cum as his tail flapped up and down involuntarily like an old well pump handle.
His body shook madly-he shivered like he had been tossed into a freezer-his hands scrabbled desperately in the dark, finally grasping around Ashley's chest before his sweaty exhausted body could crumple uselessly to the floor.
He was panting hard like a dog who got done with his walk-his body sweating little trickles all over Ashley's neck and back.
Reggie rested his head against that silky warm raven colored mane as he felt the jizz drip around the seal made by his cock and Ashley's tailhole-cum dripping hotly down their balls in long sticky trickles.
They went on behind Master's back with these lustful trysts for several months-both of them always sweaty and covered with mixed semen all over their bodies which had matted into their fur-and Reggie remembered-had been used as impromptu massage lotion at times.
But when their eyes adjusted to the light one of those days they had gotten done in the supply closet-
A giant shadow lingered in their path. A form that could only belong to one stallion.
"You couldn't save yourself for me, could you sluts? Well, just you wait and see what punishment I have planned-I guarantee it will be lively."
When Master uttered that, Reggie and Ashley knew they were in a great deal of trouble. Their only question as his other slaves seized them was what twisted idea Master could have in his head.
The other equine pleasure slaves could not hide their amusement as they shackled Ashley's arms up over his head and had his legs straddled over a soft velvet padded bar that looked appropriate for gymnastics even as he shook nervously-prepared to beg and cry.
He and his friend had been discovered making love with one another, when he was really supposed to save all his energy for pleasing Master. He should have known better, but his lust got the best of him and he had no more patience to wait for Master to have at him.
His ears swivel-following the sound of two pairs of hoof steps on the ceramic tile of the palace floor. One was very certain, heavy, and powerful-the other was light, petite, and quite resigned.
Ashley shook nervously as he saw the leash ensnared about the white stallions' neck and the end held in Master's feathered wrist as the benign lord kept his face stern. His gait was all business as he looked harshly into Ashley's green eyes before sitting upon his favorite high-backed stool, legs splayed out to show off his equine assets.
Following dialogue from Master was written and copyrighted by Strider-Orion:
"You have been very disobedient Ashley." The great horse calmly declared-snapping the leash in such a harsh way that it made Reggie fall to his knees, even as Ashley seemed to try to jump forth from his restraints in an attempt to plead.
"Even though you are truly my favorite, you deserve no extra allowance." Master sneered, looking right into Ashley's face with such a commanding glare of dominance.
The brown horse could only assume that Master would either have him whipped in front of his friend or have Reggie do the punishment himself.
"You are still my pet..." The great equine remarked, grinning-but not in a nice way.
"My slave..." Master breathed, confident even as Ashley tested the manacles securing his feet to the wall behind-unable to move them much.
"My little toy..." Master chuckled out wickedly even as Reggie stared back at Ashley with a face full of nothing but apology and shame.
And yet, Ashley watched with surprise as both Reggie and Master grew out erections, and him too, but because of the beauty of their displayed bare bodies.
"Normally, I would punish my pets with force...with pain." Master sneered, appraising his pathetic pony slave kneeling at his side with the throbbing needy organ and the nervous shy averted eyes.
"Then fuck them harder than ever before to prove to them who their master is..." Master mused, looking down at his draft horse tool, smiling with pride at its size.
"...But not this time..." His eyes were like those of a tiger ready to play with his prey-before devouring it.
There was a scary truth ready to be unveiled which Ashley did not appreciate and which immeasurably cowed the normally promiscuous white stud. When Master touched Reggie's chest with one light touch of his hand, the pony reacted with a nervous spasm like he had been burned with a branding iron.
"I dare not tarnish such a perfect body as yours." Master reiterated, pleased with himself as his fingers played with the downy fur around Reggie's erect teats-staring mindfully into Ashley's pretty emerald eyes.
Ashley looked on in horror as Reggie squirmed against the many provocative touches of Master, and saw that the white horse wanted nothing to do with it-and yet, it seemed that his body desired.
"My prized stallion who's flesh not even gods could match." Then the great Clyde began to wrap the end of the leash about his wrist-tugging Reggie obediently upon his giant lap-a great erect cock hiding Reggie's from view and keeping him from sliding off even as Master used his legs to separate Reggie's thighs and show off his blushing pinkish-red tailhole for a brief moment until the white stud closed his legs a little in shame.
"Your body will remain unblemished for I demand nothing but perfection from my favorite." The lord remarked even as Reggie began to nervously shake upon the platform of those hot musky furred equine thighs.
"Your punishment for being disobedient to your master will be just as you see before you. Your most trusted friend among my pets...he will be my conquest for tonight." Reggie shivered as Master finished those last words, licking his lips calmly and giving a defiant snort in Ashley's direction.
Ashley opened his eyes wide in surprise, beginning to cry a little when he realized why Reggie was so shamed. Jealousy and fear winding themselves deeply through his body like black slick worms-and yet, there was that sadness that Reggie was being forced to be a tool to punish his friend.
"You will watch me as I FUCK your beloved friend." At that, Ashley tugged hard against the restraints in anger-unsure of what he was hearing as the big equine appraised him with those full mischievous cruel eyes.
"You will give me your undivided attention as I claim him as my favorite." Ashley's ears burned hotly in fury and shame-it was his fault this all had happened-he should have controlled himself when Reggie offered an opportunity for some pony promiscuity.
"I will make him cry for more." There was the jealousy, but even when he knew it wasn't Reggie's fault-that he had no control-deep down, the whole scenario left Ashley sexually frustrated and furious.
"He will scream for his master as if it were his last hours on earth." And even as Master spoke and those great draft balls twitched with urgent need to release fluid-the great horse still laughed boisterously like he had become the star of some great romantic tragedy written for Broadway.
"I will ravage his body before you in every possible manner that you could ever dream." Reggie looked back-bracing his thighs and hole trying to resist the very idea of being claimed in front of his dear friend.
"He will have the privilege to drink my seed." Master announced with a laugh, petting Reggie's head and mane in a condescending amused way.
"He will taste and savor his master." The Clyde reaffirmed mirthfully, savoring the look of horror on Ashley's face, himself.
"I will soak his bare...quivering...body...with my CUM." Reggie cringed at the sound of that-ashamed of stealing special privileges from his bound and crying friend.
"I will fill his tight little tail hole beyond his limit. I will show him the deepest carnal pleasure that only my favorite would ever be allowed to experience." Reggie cried out as Master tugged harshly on the end of the leash to make him stare at Ashley.
"And you will watch helplessly as I do this." Master declared with a sneer, looking into Ashley's tear-streaked face expecting confirmation from his special fuck toy that had fallen from his good graces like a naughty angel who needed a good spanking.
"You will not be allowed to touch yourself while I work." Master remarked-even as Ashley struggled against the manacles that held him helpless-held him in forced celibacy this most horrid of nights.
"You are not deserving of pleasure." Ashley's skin burned hotly with lust and his tool dripped with fluid as he heard the teasing vicious tone of Master's voice.
"Not tonight. Not yet." Master wagged a finger as Reggie struggled to control his own lust-perhaps his secret fantasy of being loved by Master as only he would treat his favorite slave.
"You will watch and see what you are missing when you disobey your master." The equine grinned-stuck between anger and amusement as he continued with his decree.
"Now watch my dear Ashley. Watch, and perhaps I might forgive you." Ashley looked on, upset with shock as the Clydesdale's face contorted with that proud angry vindictive smile.
Ashley did not like that expression as Master began to stretch Reggie's thighs even more as the smaller equine protested against the desecration and betrayal meant for his secret closet mate.
"That's a good little servant." Master wryly joked as he forced those succulent hot thighs open for carnal display.
"Show yourself to him." Master said as he stretched those legs wide with every invasive inch-allowing Ashley an intimate look at all of Reggie's naughty pink equine parts.
"Display your flesh to him." Master insists with a laugh as he takes that small cock in his hand and toys with it briefly-rolling the tender flesh in his palm like light red clay.
"Let him see just how much of a slut you are to your master." And Reggie blushed because he knew Master was right; he was a slut-it was his entire purpose for being. He might have been more dominant than the other slaves, but ultimately, a big cock in his stallion hole felt just as good to him as the next gay stallion stud.
"Look at him Ashley." At first it was difficult, but eventually the golden furred equine raised his head to peer into Reggie's shy miserable face.
"Look at how ashamed he is knowing that you will watch him getting fucked by his master." But Reggie could not face Ashley as his cheekbones blushed a bright crimson and his cock throbbed for more attention with eagerness.
"He can't even look at you." Master laughed out, quite pleased with this punishment prepared for two very bad little ponies who messed around behind his back.
"But yet..." Master remarked, licking his lips as he seemed to sigh with the simple pleasure of body heat from the smaller equine soaking into his fur.
"His body..." Placing his hands over Reggie's thighs, the big horse began to caress the skin along the inner portion until the white furred equine squealed out like a shy filly-his cheekbones blushing over with cherry and his poll sweating from nervousness.
"His body is so honest." Master elaborated as he continued to ply his hands all over the hot flesh which had become his new plaything-fingers rising up to feel those satin fluffed nipples and chest.
"Look at his thighs tremble in anticipation." Master laughed out gaily-Reggies' body twitching like an anthromorphic vibrator set on the highest speed.
"See how hard he is?" Declared the Clyde, taking note of the little studs' twitching needy cock-flesh.
"Can't you see his stallion cock throbbing for release?" Master looked so tempted to relieve Reggie and put an end to his torture by seizing his cock and pawing him off, but he resisted, knowing that the greater show would cum soon enough.
"Just look at his muscles writhing beneath his fur." As he said that, Ashley did notice, and he could no longer tell if Reggie was nervous or aroused; he was just not acting himself.
"It's like watching a snake dance!" Master mused with a great laugh which almost hurt the ears of his pets. They both knew what was coming, and it was a horrible feeling to be stuck in the limbo of pleasure and causing someone else pain by virtue of being mates in hiding.
"Tonight my little pet..." The big horse whispered into Reggie's ear-barely perceptible to Ashley, though the bay equine certainly knew he was meant to hear such discourse.
"Tonight my cock will be the temple mount upon which that delicious, tight little ass will worship until you scream my name." Whispered Master even as he gave Reggie's plump muscled butt a nice pinch with one of his hands-making the white stud jump in surprise.
"Prepare yourself, my thrall..."
Then Master grabbed the underside of the pony's buttocks, lifting his whole body into the air, and grinding Reggie's furred back against his great muscular chest...before his sensitive tight puckered pink hole was hovering over that massive monolith of stallion shaft.
"For the memory of tonight will be forever burned into your being." Master reiterates, slowly dropping the pony onto his glans as Reggie screamed out in a primitive lustful moan of pain and a need to be filled completely with Master's cock.
In a more sadistic way, neither would Ashley forget what was about to transpire-his first possible night with Master tarnished by his vindictive punishment.
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Reggie's eyes seemed to roll back into his head as every tiny inch burrowed neatly into his male pleasure hole.
"Oh fuck-" The little stud moaned out shamefully-bucking on Master's burning shiny cock like a wild animal.
"Yes little love slave-how you amuse me with your wanton LUST. Your very eagerness to find your hole crammed in every tight afire inch by MY mercy. Slave, my new little mare whore, you will be reawakened by pleasure of your pathetic screaming body that you could only dream of."
Ashley wanted to scream himself, as Reggie bared his tongue-panting in lust and jamming his body impatiently into Master's cock to make the cruelly slow penetration hasten into his unquenched depths.
"You need, now. You desire. Tempted, but not satisfied-no, never satisfied even if I were to fill you to the hilt and your belly with my seed. I till you with my hands-I plow you with my cock-but you Reggie, will be the one to reap what you sow." Declared Master, amused as the small equine writhed on his big meaty shaft-ass devouring every inch slowly like the mouth of a greedy pink pig.
Sweat trickled off of his white silky fur as the giant horse held onto him and teased his loosening-blossoming entrance with the great phallus of equine elegance and horse power. How cruel it felt to have the giant cock play with his asshole and drench his insides with the slickness of equine pre-ejaculate.
Master's cock was enormous; if he wasn't careful he could all too likely rip his toy apart with it-even though to some primal intense degree, this was the smaller horses' desire to be impaled with a hot meaty spear up his nerve-lined mischief chute. Reggie snorted, whined, cried out, and trumpeted in crude need to be fulfilled with Master and Master alone.
Watching every minute of it sickened Ashley, and yet he watched because he could not look away-his eyes were trapped in their stare upon the pair as Master used Reggie just as easily as he would have dominated him-and yet, he finally realized that they were not slaves to Master; they were slaves to their instinct-a powerful force deep inside that screamed challenge to all rivals in the conquest for mating.
He was a slave to himself, as was Reggie and there was no control so long as they had passion smoldering in their very being for satiation of the most intense sexual sort.
He had no self control...
"You are pretty, little filly. Pity you have no patience when it comes to receiving pleasure. No matter-with this leash and my hands bracing that dirty stallion cunt of yours, you will be forced to wait for me to have my fun in breaking you in for a good power pounding-just like a good mare on the other side of a fence eager to be mounted when she's an estrous slut."
The look on Reggie's face was almost worth treasuring-as a dumbfounded glaze came over his watery expressionful eyes-his hole dripping with copious amounts of Master's plentiful pre-ejaculate sex fluids.
Ashley eyed the little clear rivers of sticky juice running down Master's plump balls and into the crevice of his hidden asshole. He could only imagine the warm creeping sensation of the hot moistness coming out of Reggie.
And that gorgeous white ass crept down Master's cock-Reggie's hole twitching with every millimeter of stretching on his helpless needy equine orifice; swatting his tail excitedly like a dog eager to please his owner and drooling stupidly the entire time.
Master grinned proudly, amused by his shocked over stimulated toy. He had a look in his eyes which seemed to profess some certain wicked intentions for his hot-fleshed possessions. There was cruelty in that smile-the like which declared that Master would reduce Reggie into a breathless worthless bitch-begging continuously like a whore until Master showed his leniency and allowed Reggie his desire.
But there would be no mercy for him, Ashley knew as those eyes locked onto his-Master flexing his wide muscled arms in a show of draft horse power-perhaps to intimidate-perhaps to taunt. Either way, this punishment stabbed through him like Masters' hard unyielding merciless organ right through his own heart!
Every inch that crept into the pink moist hole was hard-won and begged for with effeminate breathless whinnies and silent pleads of moist crying eyes along with those same crimson humiliated cheekbones. Yet, as Master teased him, all Reggie could think of was the next inch of hard rough cock in his passage-every centimeter of toned draft flesh fought for and paid for in his dignity.
The ordeal destroyed Reggie's masculine pride as a stud, but all his mind could focus on was the giant shaft burrowing into his tailhole-drilling into his very being until he had finally been claimed for Masters' fun for all of eternity. It was all that went through his mind as the primal equine libido of a filly in her first heat overtook his better judgment-silencing his independent nature for what seemed the rest of forever. Even if this was for one night, even as Master took his nipples and played with them or gave his little blood-engorged member the occasional teasing rub, Reggie felt like he were the Master's favorite toy.
"You like that, bitch? Yes, now you are truly mine, and you know who wears the spurs in this household, don't you? Little back-biter stud will become my dirty horny filly hole tonight, won't you?" And as he asked every question, he teased affirmative begging answers from Reggie which were truly not his own.
"Yes Master; I am your property. I belong to you forever. Do to my body what you want, just please-please-please-please..." He broke off, panting lustily and mindlessly as Master gave that boisterous condescending laugh of his.
"I have truly broken that rude bit of spirit of yours. You belong utterly to me. If I asked you to clean my tailhole with your tongue, I know you would be only too eager to obey. Such is the nature of a horny mare." Master mused with a lecherous chuckle, his chest heaving deeply.
Then the great chestnut Clydesdale blew his hot oat-smelling breath into Reggie's face-eliciting a deeper blush out of surprise and complete submissive desire.
But as Reggie tried to shove himself further onto Master's rod, the powerful equine tightened the leash and strangled the poor pony some.
"You will do well to wait, slut." Master declared, slapping Reggie hard on his thigh. "And you will lick my seed off the floor as it drips out of your slutty little hole."
Reggie whined out some in defeat as Master chastised him, his lips open and drooling a little as the Clyde seized his balls in one hand and threatened to squeeze.
"Everything that comes out of here belongs solely to me until I give you permission to fuck other slaves-or I will have you become my gelding; only fit for Master's cock and nothing else."
So as Reggie begged in a most selfish ineffectual way, Master took his testicles and began to play with them gently-driving nervousness and spikes of fevered lust through his body with every caress of the sensitive skin.
After a moment of stroking the satin balls of his forced mare, Master reached his free hand back under Reggie's tush and took hold of the flesh in a steely vice-clamping down hard with his fingers until Reggie squealed out with the pain of what felt like a love bite from a horny non-anthro stallion.
Then Master switched hands-and did the same to his other softly furred buttock-making Reggie jump with the sudden pain of it even as Master clamped on tight with his expert fingernail-hooved equine fingers and never letting go until Reggie settled down and lowered his head, disgraced with a blush.
"Your ASS belongs to me." Master declares, giving Reggie a soft lick on his cheek.
Sweat dripped down his poll and along his neck as Master took him fiercely and rammed Reggie down hard-once-halfway down the shaft of the hard vibrating organ; making Reggie squeal out excitedly with pain and bliss.
Pain had become pleasure, and pleasure, pain, because Master had become everything in his whole world, and what Master wanted to do to him became good.
Reggie moaned; defeated as he felt the great organ slide out of his desperate heated hole-desperate to be completed by its power once again.
But the moment he had waited for never came; Master was still playing with him, still expecting him to beg helplessly-before he would enter the poor under stimulated equine again. Master rocked his cock back and forth; painting Reggie's helpless bruised buttocks in little brushes of hot slimy caresses-teasing him further.
The pain on the places where Master pinched him blossomed into warmness and fevered sensitive skin. His stinging smarting butt cheeks sang out with a burning lingering pain-filled ecstasy as the giant cock head rubbed them with slippery pokes.
"Please...please...please...please...please...please..." Reggie uttered over and over-like a chant, asking Master to finally bestow some mercy upon his vulnerable male rear.
Master shifted himself slowly-cruelly-planting the tip of the monster cock in his receiving tush; Reggie almost ready to collapse and die from all of the teasing and erotic frustration.
Then he panted hard and squealed out loudly like an unreceptive mare as Master finally granted him the mercy he desired...
All eighteen inches of it sunk into the tiny hole like it were quicksand-it took no longer than a minute, but felt like an eternity of waiting for the ashamed ivory furred stud.
Every second was punctuated both by the pain of rapid stretching, and the pleasure of the wide thing sliding slickly against all of his insides like a great warm tentacle of horse-flesh.
Reggie almost shot himself empty as the musk from Master's sweaty balls entered his delicate nostrils and he gave a little Flehmen reaction; taking Masters' exotic stink deeply into his nose to be treasured for memory.
When Master finally drenched his tool into the wetness of Reggie's ass, it was like heaven; Reggie's desire was awakened to a massive crescendo and all he could think about was Master pumping his hole raw and bloody until gallons of seed erupted into his belly and from around his plugged bottom like a broken faucet.
"Oh, Master..." Reggie huffed out, collapsing tiredly against Master's chest-feeling the cock completely fill his quaking shivering hot ass right into his colon.
The greatness of it was so hot, it felt almost like ice at random moments. Reggie sometimes shivered as Master lightly rocked his organ lightly in and out of his hungry pink asshole-sated with the simple pleasure of tormenting his wayward white slave.
Reggie felt every withdrawal collapse his once-stretched intestinal walls-before Master filled the void with a warm return of his devastating horsy tool. It had such power as the little pony had been entered lightly over a hundred times; Master nor Reggie cumming from such a gradual flurry of sexual blows.
It was a standstill. Perhaps neither would cum for hours as long as Master used him in such a gradual agonizing way.
Reggie wiggled a little as Master took his thighs in both hands; embracing him to that giant chest and leaving his tailhole completely bared not merely to the enormous throbbing tan cock, but to the air-
And Ashley's crying eyes.
Ashley winced involuntarily as he saw the giant cock enter the slick stretched entrance of Reggie's not so virgin hole-leveling his insides like a fleshy bulldozer. He hated it all; envied Reggie, fantasized for how Master would feel desecrating his own tight little equine rosebud.
Even as he could do nothing but watch, all his thoughts dredged up more and more perverse fantasies of what Master could do to his helpless pathetic fleshy body were it in Master's lap instead.
Master bit softly into the white equines' ear, making Reggie involuntarily squirt pre-cum back out of his slick burning asshole onto Master's thighs, balls, and belly.
"Aren't you a whore?" Master remarked amused at the sticky dripping fluid all over his lower body. "And your threshold is so large-I could fuck you like my special palfrey toy for hours and you still wouldn't be able to orgasm even if you tried your hardest."
Master was so right; Reggie had such experience with his ass, that very few things could satisfy it unless his cock also had stimulation-but as he reached down to stroke himself, Master immediately bit into his shoulders-savagely reprimanding him.
"No more of that unless I say you can. If you try that once more, I will have one of my slaves hood your member so you will not be able to take pleasure from it for the whole night."
Reggie whined in protest; frustrated by the hard thrusting member in his depths as it jostled his whole body like driving over a badly paved road-his nipples and head bobbing with the incredible force under his seat.
Master's cock squirmed lewdly into his passage-almost snaking around as it tested the constriction on every inch of the way inside.
Reggie desired every thrust; he desired that Master go faster and faster and faster and rub his tender asshole raw with every shove. There was primal need there like he had not felt even with Ashley in the closet.
A dark lust screamed through his body for the maximum harsh devastation Master's cock could inflict upon his helpless body-every segment of that great phallus swallowed deeply and then released like a tango of tangled bodies.
Ashley drooled, rubbing his ass frantically against the velvet padding for any relief he could possible get in such a desperate situation. Only the friction against his balls gave him satisfaction as he rocked back and forth-his eyes intently locked upon Reggie and Master's pleasure.
He wanted to be a part of that; he desperately wished he had been included on any level whatsoever. Even if all he was allowed to do was lick Master's ass and balls as he thrust his meat so viciously into pony hole.
But all he was allowed were the stares and the whining need deep within his body as Master defiantly fucked Reggie before his pleading widened eyes. He cried, frustrated by helplessness and the pleasure denied his urging body.
Reggie could pay his friend no mind; his body quaking under Master's burning rod. The force and heat of it melted through him like a red heated poker. His insides screamed at the sudden flame of it as it seared through him in a sweltering deluding wave of passion.
In one sudden act, Reggie had been forever branded to be Master's toy. It was a sensation deep with the twists and turns of both his mind and his innards; locked inseparable in the desperate hasty shoving cock itself.
He felt the pain begin-the soreness; the electric pain of his hole viciously widened and unable to resist every invasion of the petrified cock thrust so sloppily with every stroke into his stinging widened sphincter.
Yet he cried out as he felt the hot juices drip from his nearly torn hole-embracing the pain as another portion of Master's love.
It felt good. It felt so good to feel Master slapping his rectum with horse meat until the sensitive slippery tunnel practically roared at him with soreness and pain...
Yet Reggie was unable to deny the intrusion; it burrowed and sank rapidly in and out of his hole; spattering arcs of Master's sauce all about the air.
Then he felt it.
Master's climax was unmistakable. As Master gave a trumpeting cry which deafened his ears, Reggie was squirted full of steaming-viscous-musky-dripping jizm. There was too much for his body to take; his belly bloating from all the seed, making him look pregnant. What cum could not fit in his belly was forced out of his opening between the plug made by Master's cock-spraying like a whitish fountain. A geyser erupted from his ass and made him blush ever more, the seed almost hot enough to scald as it squirted loudly out of his opening.
Master retracted his member and shoved it in hard again, magically making his cock erupt once more into the bulging squirming ass of his slutty toy.
Reggie was nearly desperate as he felt and heard the groan of his stomach churning; ready and eager to violently expel the wispy ropy slinking surges of seed in his belly. It was no different than the nasty feeling of a large enema, save that the liquid did not come from any ordinary nozzle but the loins of his despotic ruler rocking amusedly below.
"And you need of me. But do hold my present, little slave; I do not like those who refuse my gifts, and my cum is among the more special of my affluent talents."
How Reggie squirmed so helplessly as the little farting noises of dripping and escaping seed emptied ever slowly-ever unhindered out of his reddish cum-stained hole.
He could do nothing upon Master's thighs but think about the unpleasant queasy nausea deep inside his stoppered fermenting bunghole-the richness of Master's juice practically wine in his shaking desperate bowels.
As Ashley peered into those taught closed shaking eyes and at those gritting horsy front teeth, he knew that the brew Reggie held would become too great to contain, and his body would turn from a beer keg to a powder one in only seconds!
Reggie whined as he dumped seed out onto Master's lap in thick sticky torrents. Ashamed; afraid of what the big horse would do to him for disobeying such tacit and simple commands.
Then Master laughs; picking Reggie up easily-throwing him to the floor with a condescending stare.
"Go back to your little stall, whore. You bore me."
Reggie looked back from where he lay on the ceramic tile-defiant and hurt. Almost disobedient as he waited there and stared.
Master simply snorted and clapped his hands together-summoning some of his attending slaves to remove the bashful pony since he wouldn't leave of his own will.
"Spank his supple ass until he screams. That should teach him to obey my commands." Master ordered, a quirk of his lip betraying his amusement in these strange slavery affairs.
Then Master stood-his legs and belly dripping viscous slivers of gooey cum to the floor-his cock slick and shiny with wetness.
"I have one more task for you tonight. It was never Reggie who had the honor to clean up after my fun, but you. Yes, I see in your drooling hungry eyes how my cum appears the buffet to you, and you cannot stand to waste not a single drop of my sacred essence."
Even as he said that, a piebald and a palomino stallion undid his restraints, making Ashley collapse tiredly to the floor on his knees-and in front of Master's hot throbbing messy organ.
"Lick Ashley. Clean. Take your reward for your obedient attention to my punishment."
Ashley fell forward onto his hands and knees, blushing as he lowered his head and began to lick the spattered explosion of cum from the floor, his eyes closed in an attentiveness of interest and shame as his brows furrowed with the exotic taste of Clydesdale.
"And if you do a good job, I will let you clean me as well." Master declared, laughing.
Ashley gave a pained little whinny as he worked; impatience for hot cock getting the best of him and his male heat once more.
And he knew, as his rough tongue lapped up every deposit of Master's rapidly chilling cum, that his body hadn't learned anything, and his lust would remain unsated with impatience as long as he were a stallion.
Story inspired entirely thanks to Strider-Orion and his characters "Ashley" and "Master". Some dialogue as outlined by the author are the copyrighted intellectual property of Strider-Orion.
The artist is located on: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/striderorion/
And currently has an interest in bovine femmes; which I must say have been rendered quite well.