Teaser Pony

Story by Equusaz on SoFurry

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Very short story - but - it was just an exercise to keep my "hand" in. LOL - hope it works!


Daren could almost not bear the pressure in his khaki shorts as he rounded the corner, slammed into the front door to his parents' house and bolted to his room. The young stallion had about enough presence of mind to slam the door shut and shoot the bolt home before careening down the hall, shutting the door to his room fairly gently, shooting its own lock home before throwing the package down in front of him.

The young paint horse breathed heavily from a mixture of elation, arousal, and fear, and the small tubular object unrolled partly. A quick shuffling of objects from his end tables ensured the small poster was unrolled and displayed in front of him and held firm in its place by his cell phone, and a rather hefty book. The colt held his breath as he began to undo his own belt and pants, his green eyes locked on another pair..

The pure black stallion looked up at him from the glossy confines of his poster form. The smirky half smile played on his lips, as the pure black mane swept down on his left side, save for one small string of his forelock that trailed sexily down his muzzle across his single stair blaze. The brown eyes were brooding as they stared up at the paint, but they held a sparkle of mischief as well from their glossy confines.

"Oh Fuck!" Daren breathed heavily. He could still smell the light cologne the stallion had worn as he'd given the colt a hug handing the autographed poster over. Daren had clutched it like a trophy in his arms, and had leaned in deeply to the stallion's mane, sniffing hugely at the sweet smell there. Hay, apples, and a bit of manly musk had assaulted his nostrils and had made him hard in seconds.

The colts shorts fell to the floor along with his boxers, his own maleness long and hard in front of him. He was nowhere near the stud that Alix was, but he wasn't shy about what he sported either. He knew his form was attractive, and he'd gotten a lot of comments from guys as well as fillies. This was the first stallion though.

"You smell soooo sweet." The words had rung in his ear as the blunt teeth had nipped not only at his ears, but also discretely at his neck. He'd blushed under his coat fiercely as the photographer had taken his $10, and the flash had cracked. The soft grope on his ass as he padded away had assured him that the rock icon had taken notice though.

Shortly after he'd parted ways with the crowd Daren had only one thought. He HAD to cum. This was more than he could bear. His one object of sexual desire had leaned into HIM to smell his neck, not the other way around. The paw had groped his hard and leaking package. The colt had run the entire three miles home and was now alone with the glossy 11x17 version of his objects desire.

His paw ran up his mottled and thick length slowly, electing a combination whinny and groan from his lips. He shook his mane as it tingled. "FUCK!" He whispered again involuntarily, his own green eyes boring down onto that smirk, his own nose sniffing for that sweet musk one more time.

It didn't take long. A few strokes, his own young paw lingering at his medial ring as it was a particularly sensitive spot. The end of each stroke was met with a tender caress of his flare and coronal ridge. Soon he'd worked himself into a rhythm.

His own mind played back to the events of the customer photo shoot, and the feeling of that paw on his ass. Time and again the very memory of the grope brought a whicker of joy to his velvet equine lips. His hips began to buck and his eyes shot open. He felt his own heavy leathery sack rise at the thought of the stallion taking him as mare, breeding him as hard as he could. "Fuck!" Daren all but screamed as his load erupted from his cock. Each foot long rope lanced across the glossy poster time and again as his own orgasm shook his body. The young stallion fought for breath. His hips calmed, and with his lips parched he licked licked them lazily with his tongue.

His green eyes glanced down at the black glossy and partly ruined visage bellow him. Inspiration caught him. He leaned down and sniffed luxuriously. He could smell a mix of the stallions own sweet cologne on his fur, and his own sex on the glossy picture. With that in his mind he began to lap up his own cum. His mind playing tricks on him, he could imagine his tongue tracing the soft part of the studs pecs, the trace of slightly softer fur between his abs, and finally, the sweetly scented musk of his crotch.

Daren was hard again. "Fuck really?" He squeaked at himself. The doorbell rang. Shocked Daren quickly shucked his shorts back on, hastily hiding his own hardon, and the poster. He quickly dashed to the door and opened it.

His black stallion stood there, a light smirk on his lips. The stallion let his eyes lazily roam over the adorable paint colt. He remembered the sweet smell, and even when he leaned in to nip at his ears, the colt hadn't shied away. Driven by his lust, and the lack of protest, the stud had brushed his paw across the colt's crotch and had been surprised to find the hard package. He'd also risked a grope and a few flirty words. His heart had fallen as the paint had trotted away with the poster. "Hey!" The cashier, an older canine had shouted. Alix had walked over, and saw the bank card. He also saw the membership form the colt had filled out. Alix had smiled hugely. "Darren" was going to get a visitor.

Alix stared at the shirtless Daren, the painted colt, admiring the play of brown and white fur, and how those green eyes shone deeply. He'd remembered how delicious the colt had smelt to him, and had imagined what a night with the young stallion would be like, and had imagined what they could get up to. A familiar scent met his nose. Sweet, tangy, and very masculine. He smiled down at the young colt, the other's mottled brown and white chest shone with sweat and recently spilled cum.

"I think you forgot something?" Alix smiled, handing the bank card over, gently reaching down and undoing his own belt and button to his jeans. His eye met a gleaming green eye. "Oh...this is going to be good!" He chuckled...