Snake Charmer
Snake Charmer
The days had seamlessly devoured one another as he devoted himself to the routine that his master required of him. From cleaning to the many 'special' services devoted his owner, time seemed to stand still and drag him through months until all of his previous life had been forgotten and he knew of nothing but his current servitude.
It was not a cruel life; in fact he endeared himself to it slowly, in time. The world blossomed before him as his master showed him a new place for his fantasies-idle thoughts that drove him wild which he entrusted to no one but himself.
However, master found his secret, and the pony was nothing short of terrified. It was a long day when the big stallion spied him trotting happily around the mansion in only pink lace panties on an occasion when he thought he was alone.
Slaves were allowed to masturbate, naturally, as they were intended to be as sexually promiscuous and lustfully appealing as possible. But crossdressing to look like a mare-these were ideas no stallion had been openly confronted with and very few knew of a master who had such a toy to play with.
The wild exhibitionist streak in him almost made the pony boy shoot a load into his panties the exact second he realized he had been in his private tidying affairs. Normally he went around naked, and this was appropriate. The very nature of his naughty unintentional show, however, did have a surprisingly positive result.
Master had been watching him silently for perhaps a minute before the pony realized he had been discovered-and the domineering draft had a thick cock drooling slick horse juice like a faucet; the pre matted easily and thickly into the fur around his giant cantelope balls and silky white thighs.
Beckoned forth with one amused flick of master's finger, the pony nodded with a blush-humiliated and uncertain what future would come to him. That day led to all others after it.
That day led to punishments he could only dream of...
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On a hot summer day, Tiffany; as his master newly christened him-brushed his silver white mane and lounged on a pink velveteen rug big enough-and used for-raunchy, dirty, exciting, ecstatic, equine anal sex-and Tiffany's ass was the target for master's true firm hard arrow on more than one occasion.
He licked his lips and batted his tail about-kicking his legs back and forth as he lay lazily on his stomach. Holding his chin up, Tiffany gazed around the drafty harem room and adored every feminine decor detail with pleasure.
Master made him dress in his harem silks today-which were pink and certainly quite sissy. They included the sheer silk pants with the thick nontransparent panties attached, sleeves to show off his arms like veiled gloves, and a headband which bore the neck covering of silk and the delicate mask over his muzzle-wafting lightly with every breath rendered inside his body.
It was a calm day, certainly, but besides sleep, there was nothing to do aside from wait for his master to use him in the way a harem 'girl' is meant. His duties were done; in fact he had completed the work of the week after, as well. Tiffany briefly desired that an admirer might sneak into the 'harem'; an aptly transformed area from his usual plain bedroom.
Mmmmm. Such a room made him nicker in marish affectionate pleasure. There were the intricately woven-but clearly feminine rugs from the remote town of Aberjain, perfume bottles of jasmine, rose, and other scents placed upon many shelves.
There was even...Tiffany stared at it longingly. The tight-necked purple bottle with the long tube and a ball pump stuck into the side as neatly as if it were a perfume bottle-in fact, it was a very special 'perfume' bottle. Tiffany blushed, drooled, and giggled involuntarily like a filly nervous in front of her first stallion as his thoughts swirled like rose-colored smoke back to the many days master had used the special hookah on him-in him.
The purple hookah was specially made to puff different blends of spiced or narcotic fumes into the waiting tailhole of an obedient and well rewarded slave. Most often, master used a special blend of light blue smoke called 'Ùرس رياØ' or 'Mare Wind'; a unique mix that both turned into lubricant once it touched any mucous membranes, and delivered a long-lasting bout of flatulance that smelled strongly of a mare's pussy in heat.
A soft clop on the carpets resounded behind him. He briefly looked behind only to be confronted with the toy his master held close to his muzzle-as if tempting him to lick out with his tongue. His eyes seemed enchanted in their focal attention of the long thick object his master held before him and his questing curious lips. He worshipped it-he devoted his obedience to any object or being that could fulfill a singular desire which burned deeply in his eager equine folds.
His entire world had been reduced to staring and drooling at the fake horsecock dildo that would claim his ass, for master wished to prepare his toy mare for the ultimate carnal use of his body.
"Hello pet." Muses the sulky confident growl of his much aroused owner.
Wisely, Tiffany chose not to respond-instead his eyes remained fixated on the smooth wooden pony cock with a wide flared glans that shone like amber.
"Your lust is so honest, as is your body. I see how your skin blushes with stallion fever and that involuntary flagging invitation of your pretty tail."
Master slapped his rump, making it ripple like mocha pudding. Tiffany was left nearly breathless by the provocative smack to his pretty silk-covered tush. His body tingled with the knowledge that master would use him soon.
The musky bitter smell of master's fresh pre filled his nose and with an adorable little pony flehmen, he remembered that this unique musth came from his masters' cock when the draft was his most horniest.
There was no doubt in his mind at all-he was going to get another intense workout. A strenuous act of stretching such as this left his asshole as open as a cave mouth and he would be wobbly on his feet for the rest of the day like a newly foaled colt learning to walk.
Tiffany hoped today he would be able to finally hold master's giant equine dildo in his hole like an obscenely giant plug and be locked in it during the night when he went to sleep. Unfortunately, he had never been able to-it lingered away from his deviant slutboi grasp like an eroticisized dream.
He blushed shyly and closed his eyes as master daintily parted his long silky forelock out from his face-and when he opened his eyes, a gaze of certain love and guardianship deeply penetrated into his soul.
"You don't get to play with my toy until you dance and please your master." The giant arabian whispered.
Tiffany lay there a moment to linger on his smooth delicious voice before casually lifting himself off the rug with coy pony obedience.
"As Master wishes." The cute slave declares, much enthralled by the feeling of pink silks sliding almost like water against his whole body.
He shook out his long pretty mane and began to ripple his belly like waves, delicious navel displayed in plain view and ready for a few licks. The mare colt briefly bends down as he flicks out his long silken wrist scarves with a twirl of his shiny furred supple body-thighs flexing easily under every twisting movement of his body and sinuous waver of his long frame like that of a defiant cobra ready to strike.
"Please me with your pretty ass." Master demands with a lick of his lips and a ravenous enchantment of his deep eyes.
Tiffany lifts up his panties which are sewn to the pants, easily lifting the back of the fabric well up between his asscheeks like a thong as the sheer silk of the pantlegs cover his whole lower body in a radiant sunset glow of pink.
A little lecherous mare whicker rumbles out of his lips like a whispered giggle, his buttocks now clearly exposed in a seductive feminine shade as he smoothly uses the scarves as a seductive object of lust; sliding the silk against his almost nude ass as he raised his pretty braided and bandaged tail for an easier view-twirling it and swaying it in a complex slutty striptease for his owner.
He closed his eyes and let his body flow like a pacified beach shoreline; wind blowing his mane, clothes, and tail like streamers. His body rocking with the gentle illusion of waves on a beach and the comfortable stomp of his hooves into imagined sand as warm as his Master's flesh.
The hot blood of the little Arabian horse became slowly more incensed and drawn into a far away world of beauty and serenity. He raised his hands high over his head and drowned himself in the sensations of the waves that carried his body and made it quake in jiggling ripples. The occasional submissive bend to display his ass and the rubbing of silk against his balls, sheathe, and peeking were almost too much stimulation as was the same silk rubbing against his nipples from a pretty sequined brassiere across his firm and sleek chest.
He carelessly waggled his hips and shook his crotch and ass like a brief tremor of an earthquake before resuming his jingling dance of the harem-his slavery and desire as natural and comfortable as Master's cock in his needy equine tush. Another shake of his hair, another waggle of his hips and tail, another inch of cock from his sheathe, and Tiffany felt he would come right this instant.
"Pretty mare. Are you pleased to dance for your Master?" The domiant creature mused whimsically; enchanted by the pony snake that would be his scabbard.
Tiffany clicked his hooves against tiles in the floor rythmically before his pretty shy eyes came up to see the nude excited crotch of his Shagya owner; white bellyfur and thighs accentuating the black sheathe and balls of his hairless skin like karma.
"Take me. Take me, please, Sir."
The naked giant stallion nodded sagely with a light affectionate grin, motioning for his slave to come lay next to him.
"As my mare desires, I too, would be pleased to indulge." He declares and licks his lips.
He looks at his master and slides a silken scarf-covered hand down along the big muscular white chest, easily arousing his owner with slick rubs on his belly and a few shy licks of those firm nipples on pecs the size of skillets.
Tiffany nips her Master's nipples-back and forth-ever so gently as the stud lies back against a pile of pillows and closes his eyes with a long trailing exhalation of sighs, moans, and the occasional nervous squeals of equine bliss if the pony wandered his hand right at the cleft of that giant peeking black head that oozed lusty venom like a silent serpent in wait.
It was at this moment he thought that he would try 'snakecharming'. With a deep red blush of his fuzzy white cheeks, he bent his face down to lick the peeking head of Master's most divine and eager cobra.
The salty taste of the black member slowly slid down his throat and inflamed his mouth with equine musth. As he bent his head lower to take the whole tip in his muzzle, the giant body under him shuddered involuntarily with pleasure as his owner fought his instincts to thrust up against the hot mouth and teasing twirls of the crazy wavering slurping tongue.
He slowly brough the serpent out of its burrow with his seductive lips and experienced attentions, the big dominant horse frantically driven out of his mind with pleasure. Tiffany easily and delightedly drank up every spray of pre from the black writhing throbbing mass between his delicate hands.
The pony wagged his tongue around the urethra and greedily sucked every bit of juice from the cock into his belly, hands sliding along its length to appease and calm the beast even as it brazenly spit into his mouth with the distinctive flavor of stallion.
A moment more and Tiffany lifted his sticky wet muzzle from the excited erect blood-pulsating cobra, his eyes glazed over with impatient lust as he looked up to his Master for permission to take off his pants and grant the wish on both their minds.
He wiggled out of his pants teasingly, widely shaking his rump side to side like a pendulum as his tail easily slid from the hole in his panties and the last bit of fabric stuck between his rump-cheeks snapped dully as they were pulled out. The harem pants slid down his thighs and legs in a slow teasing way as he artfully wriggled his body out of them in the most careful gradual manner possible-pants finally crumpled to the ground and still hot from his equine horsie stink and heat.
Master hastily grabbed the fallen article and stuffed the warm musty crotch of the panties against his muzzle-breathing deeply and eliciting a horny squeal that made his body shudder and his thick girthy cock throb in elated impatience; drooling more venom from the tip which Tiffany leaned down to lick, his body laid over his Master with his tight little asshole and balls in front of his Master's face-straddled and ready for a ride as he used his leverage to lick the tip and all of the juice in the hasty 69 position.
The big white shagya with the black skin on the end of his muzzle slapped his mare's ass and watched with delight as it rippled like jello, before he hastily dragged the small ass against his face and smothered his nose in the little ponys' rear-whuffing at the unique musky sweet ass smell of his slave and opening his giant mouth to suck and lick at the tight little horse hole.
Tiffany gasped as his anus twitched and puckered invitingly at the hot tongue involuntarily. He gently pushed his ass back and began to fuck his Master's thrusting muzzle and long raspy tongue as it poked into his hole and slid around his rim like a hot silk enshrouded dildo.
The little pony blushed as his ass was well serviced by the expert tongue of his owner. If he could help it, he'd want this moment to last forever...
Master slapped him provocatively on his rump and pushed the tiny ass away from his face gently, savoring the heat of the little erect cock rubbing against his wide muscular white chest.
"Now I want to mount you." Master smoothly declares in his usual silky deep voice; a voice that delivers shivers from Tiffany's ears down to his throbbing needy cock and winking tailhole.
"Yes..." He whispers in submission, giggling like a slutty filly as he released the giant member from his reluctant hands-only obeying because this would be a temporary farewell from Master's eager hard flesh.
Tiffany rose to his feet and turned his body around to face his owner, sitting back down on that hot inviting belly with the muscular rounded abs. The huge black monster cock drooped from its sheathe and lay against his back like a curious pet-the hotness of it marinating into his skin like warm spring sunlight. The cock oozed and dripped horse juice all over his back as he looked at his Master's face and lost all sense of time; devoted affectionately to the only stallion who had a right to claim him.
The ponyslave lowered his body along his Master's front and lay there calmly as he felt the silken hot hands of the Arab draft mix embrace and rub his back with those arms, the hands slowly lowering across his petite body and lingering hotly every inch of flesh like a massage.
It was smooth and seductive, across the shoulderblades, along the spine, sliding about the sides and hips, tickling the buttocks with fingertips of passionate seduction, down his thighs with a few rubs against his testicles, back of the knees like warm waves, back of the calves as if a teasing wind, and after a moment-nothing came as the pony relaxed and let the beat of Master's heart be his entire world, lungs filling and emtying like a sound from a conch shell.
For what seemed an eternity, he was lost in the calming sense of oneness with Master; forever entwined into his warm body and the peaceful union of two desiring stallion souls...
It was an eternity shattered with passionate debauchery as the black member fell against his buns and the tip became lodged right under his tail as he looked into Master's face and blushed.
The position wasn't quite right, so Tiffany had to adjust his body so that the cockhead wasn't sliding along his ass like a stripper pole at a stallion's club. Rising up a little, he immediately felt the giant bulbous head of the organ poke impatiently at his hole-it knocked as if demanding to be let in.
Tiffany blushed as he arced his back and grabbed the cobra around behind the head to guide and otherwise stuff it into his hole. After a couple seconds, it popped in and sank down his ass like a heated rod through ice-both horses shuddered with surprised squeals of equine bliss; bodies cringing from the sudden blast of pleasure between them.
The cock began to spray wildly in enthusiasm-slickening up the pony ass with enough pre for a full penetration from tip to hilt on top of Master's lust-fevered thighs and twitching muscled belly.
He closed his eyes as his ass devoured the whole organ as easily as a python swallowing a pygmy boar. For a long moment, he savored the firm throbbing hot organ pushing and pulsating against his insides like the cobra he pretended it to be; his ass slowly massaging and charming the indescribable beast to a submission of sticky fluids into his body.
The powerful cock threatened to release its load on more than one occasion, but Master's resolution to hold out impressed the pony. It quickly became an erotice battle between the pony greedily trying to harvest his Master's milk and the dominant stallion trying to resist as long as he could-the longer a male can resist orgasm, the more intense it feels.
Not that Tiffany wanted to deprive his Master, but his loins burned with impatience as he hammered his ass on the thick black nail as rapidly as he could-taking his owner on a pony ride he would never forget.
Without warning, the glans of the member expanded into a thick indescribable soft mass causing both intense pleasure and pain as it shot what seemed like hundreds of streams of cum as the big stallion screamed out-seizing Tiffany in his arms-and thrusting the little pony body hard against his frantically shooting organ; Tiffany's pony ass sore and spraying out horse spunk all over his Master's thighs and the rug/pillows like crazy.
Tiffany finally laid against his Master again, whuffing his panting breath at his owner's muzzle in tired bliss-the cock deeply locked in his ass even as he spread his legs to make more room for it and to allow his hole to stretch to accomodate it in this position.
He closed his eyes to the rhythmic breaths of his Master and the sound of that strong entrancing heart before going to sleep.
Hours later, the pony awoke to darkness, dim amber candles alight in the midnight harem where the moonlight shone down in twisting silver light like clouds visaged over the eyes and ground itself.
The pony yawned and suddenly jolted with a painful burst of surpise and soreness. Reaching his hand down, he felt the tight harness locked around his waist and ass-the enormous shire-sized dildo toy locked securely and deeply into his rump like Master's arm itself. Tiffany flexed her rectal muscles around it and used his insides to play and grasp it in wonder even as he lay on his rug with a heap of pillows cradling his upper body.
He went to sleep with a new lust and world of possibilities in his dreams as he lowered his head and lightly swished his tail-absolutely delighted at being able to hold Master's biggest toy.
Tiffany's one wish had been granted.