Phone Secks
Phone Secks
No force of the world moves faster than technology. Only decades ago were satellites used to route cell phone calls between different nations, and now...
Gibson Sharpe smiled wryly; an ironic grin in a remorseless stretch of desert. He had to be an actor and present the product of his company with the best integrity of service available and that entailed at least representing the charade that there was coverage for the whorezon Ruby 2200 everywhere a yiffy fur could possibly go.
Without hesitation, the fox began to take off his clothes and let his pants and undies slide from his glistening red body like water as his meaty thighs twitched and began to sweat new droplets under the sun like glimmering crystals.
His tail lifted just a little to tease the film crew with a glimpse of his rounded bubbly lower asscheeks, but he well knew that they would get to see much more as recording started.
As the camera sat on its tripod, much like a crooning black vulture atop a dull peak, Gibson bent down seductively and raised his tail to show off the fullness of his grippable red fuzzy ass and the tight sweaty juicy foxhole underneath--asshole dripping with long sticky shiny gobs of clear sex jelly like some transparent tentacle monster had taken his ass for a ride, and balls hanging under his pretty fuckable ass like tasty cherry flavored gumballs that most any gay male within a mile would immediately rush forward to suck on--to remove the cell phone from his pants pocket and flip it open.
A coyote with fur like gleaming silver held up three fingers and grinned with a full erection in his dusty tan dockers as he counted down. "And we're go in Three...Two...One."
Gibson mindlessly walked along, tail carelessly waving around his ass and thighs as if a stroll through the Gobi desert were the most natural thing ever. His gait was easy and seductive, fox-like prowess with an unbidden show of vulpine lust.
He raised the cell phone to a tufted black-tipped ear and simply asked;
"Can you yiff me now?"--
Before he put the cell phone on the ground, crouched over it, and touched a button on the side where the volume switch is put on other phones.
Immediately, a little flat circle of light came out of the display and expanded to the radius of a fist. It looked like a 2-d hologram or a glass lens that had been taken out of a pair of giant glasses.
The fox slowly positioned himself on top of the phone and began to drool in anticipation of what would soon follow-his sexy cheeks now flat against the burning sand with the slim plastic device nuzzled between his musty crevice pointed directly at his tight winking black rosebud of curling puckered foxflesh.
A minute--no more surely passed--as he arced his back and yowled loud and long in lust as a huge black and pink blotched horsecock speared unexpectedly and apparently from the sand right into his bared presented fox crack; horse meat entering him viciously and claiming his tailhole with hard fast thrusts of fury even as Gibson Sharpe, representative of a portable portal sex coverage company sighed in utter gay foxy bliss as the anonymous horse reamed him with a staggering amount of equine energy.
Before long, Gibson had his own knotted erect canine cock in one silk-furred black paw and began to work rapidly on his member as if his yiffy life depended on it. Soon, with horse juice filling him and fox cream shooting out of his bone like shiny stars of silver against the sunlight and melting into the sand of the desert as if lotion into skin, he collapsed tiredly into a sagging lump and with a long sigh, uttered; "Goooooooooood."
It was a long day and Antoine (Anty for short) Verale was expecting his adorable little snuggle pony to greet him at the door ready to give a long massage and see to his needs.
As if bidden by thought, the little lipstick covered muzzle of his pretty palfrey pony poked around the corner of a wall before the little dressed up maid horsie held both sides of his short pink knee-high dress and gave a little curtsie, eyes held low in respect.
"Hello Master." He giggles, hands behind his back.
Antoine grinned and despite his weariness, curiosity proved to overcome his sensibilities. "What have you got there, pet?"
Katy bowed before him, mane hanging over his feminine face like strands of washed pink thread. The pony used to be a chestnut stallion, but Antoine bleached his mane and tail and dyed them bright pink.
It was an appealing and enviable look for the horsie mare slut boi which attracted many a stray glance from all stallions in a given area.
That was perhaps one of the endearing aspects of having Katy horse as a fuck-pet; the little filly male looked so fuckable and tasty no matter how he dressed or what he did. Antoine found it hard to resist cramming his dick into that tight little fluffy rear whenever the pink seductive little maid bent over.
"I has a present, Anty!" He giggled out and without warning threw his toasty little body into Antoine's arms as he pecked the big stallion with wet little licks all over his face, neck and ears.
Antoine chuckled and tickled his pet mare as he was assaulted by petite little pony tongue. Over his cock, the tiny licks were indescribable.
Katy backed away as he continued to giggle and blush with cheekbones as bright as cherries, spinning about adorably with a sexy girlish flair before bending himself over and lifting his dress to present soft brown thonged horsie cheeks to his master with a casual raise of his long pretty bright tail.
Antoine looked at the little ponies' rear with bemusement. At first, it looked like Katy had accidentally left a road apple in his pink little panty string, but looking closer, he saw that it was actually a cellphone in some special adaptor.
"Nows' take this!" He giggles excitedly like a filly, holding out another phone with a brown hand with pretty painted hoof-nails.
The master horse didn't know what to make of it; it seemed to be a very basic looking cellular phone housed in a sleek black plastic casing.
Dumbfounded, he looked back up. "Honey, I'm not sure what I'm looking at."
Katy sighs and blows long pink strands of forelock out of his eyes with a sigh of exasperation. "It's for phone secks."
Antoine raised an eyebrow and looked back at the phone. "Sugar slut, I don't need phone sex because I have you to service my cock."
The pretty pony giggled affectionately in response, batting long black feminine lashes as he straightened out his pretty bubblegum colored pinafore. "It's not for talking, sexy--It's a new sex toy that uses a mini portal system to enable intercourse. Oral, anal, vaginal--if a penis fits inside, it is possible to play with it."
He melted with a resolute lust when his maid toy told him how the phone worked. With them connected this way, Antoine could fuck his pony pet whenever he wanted--even in a bathroon stall at work. In fact, he would probably do that tomorrow. "Mmmmm. Tasty, babe. You know what it takes to fire this stud up." Antoine mused, turning on the phone and sliding his finger into the transparent disc of light.
Katy immediately squealed out in surprise and ground his sultry muscular pony buns all over a nearby wall as master twirled his finger around inside the portal, and by immediate effect, his slave's now helplessly bared ass. With the other phone firmly pressed between two plump pony cheeks, Katy could not resist as his master penetrated and used his tiny tight bum in every manner possible.
"I'll have to breed you tomorrow, but I'm sure you know how tired I am right now." Antoine remarked with a long sigh of longing despite his tiredness, dropping the phone into his pocket.
The pink-maned slut bowed coyly in front of him and nodded, spinning on his pink-painted hooves with a naughty seductive flag of his shiny tail, then left to prepare his master's bed as Antoine ate a steaming fresh meal set out in his humble cramped excuse of a dining room.
He ate at some creamy cheese spinach raviolli and drank occasional little sips of apple wine from his mug as the pony clopped restlessly on hardwood flooring above with dainty clicks of his pretty pink little hooves.
Nearby, the radio played his favorite station through the course of the meal with classic rock segments from the 80's as instrumentals. It was a sound of invigorating amusement.
"Bed's ready!" The loveable little anal creature piped down from upstairs even as Antoine finished up his drink and nodded as if to himself.
Finishing up with his dinner, he put the plate in the sink as carelessly as possible short of actually breaking or chipping the dishes. Each step up the stairs was heavy and worn as his body gained weight from the overall struggles of the day.
Even as he saw his buttercup pony toy all flopped over his bed with that tail and skirt lifted to show off some sweet tasty pony ass, the mare toy rubbed his face all over the spread soft comforter and almost seemed to beg to be used like the whore he was.
"Your a tasty little slut, but I need my sleep hunny." Antoine remarked, collapsing in the bed right next to the pretty maid pony without much interest.
Tonight, he could not bring himself to mount his pretty mare and take his pleasure of that tight tasty horse rump, but he certainly looked forward to using both his toys at work on his first availble break.
If it weren't for this overbearing ache in all of his musces, he would be enjoying his pony right now. But the bed called with the irresistable pull of a magnet, and he dropped onto it as helplessly as a prizefighter that won, but still got a decent amount of his ass handed to him.
Instead, he spent the night all wrapped in the arms of his ponyslave as his eyes wandered over every sensuous male detail of yummy pony flesh as they slowly closed.
In the morning, he found himself bombarded with sunbeams that burned his eyes like acid as they shined through the slits of his blinds. Nearby, the alarm clock buzzed in an annoying mosquito way as he smacked it fiercely with his fist with a blustery sigh before standing up.
Antoine dropped his grimy briefs onto the floor and slid a fresh pair up over his rump and threaded his tail through the back and soon did the same with his pants. He licked his lips as his sheathe and balls rubbed up against the slack cloth and he wanted nothing better than to drop to the floor and hump himself silly, but work called.
Turning to the sound of a little sigh, he giggled lightly as the little pony slut yawned half-asleep and begun to burrow under the royal red comforter as if a mole. His pretty tush stuck out briefly; barely covered by a pink camisole and a full rear-covering pair of panties that seemed almost to look like a silky adorable bikini.
He lifted the comforter to see that pretty round ass again and rub it sensually with his hands, drooling and savoring the feel of the hot slippery silk against his fingers as jasmine perfume mixed with the male scent of stallion smegma musth and pre juice. As Antoine pulled the sheets back over and left his dainty cuddly little filly boy in a coccoon like a butterpony, he put his wallet and both the phones in his sleek pockets as he went downstairs and onward to the glory that was the economy car.
Nothing short of corporate clusterfuck greeted him at the meeting scheduled in the afternoon. Other formally dressed coworkers sat around a black oval table as a huge tan drafthorse went over the details of a powerpoint slideshow.
"In this, we notice sales are down for the CherryBlaster. Why?" The boss horsie declares.
Antoine took a long speculating stare at the picture of the long thick pink double-dildo. The size was massive, but shouldn't give experienced anal pets any trouble.
"Have they been tested?" He offers, rubbing the special phone in his pocket as he waited for his boss's response.
The horse smiled in response with a blush of guilty pleasure. "Extensively."
Everyone gave an uneasy laugh as he turned and one end of the giant toy was sticking out of his ass from a hole in his pants. It was a massive thing big enough to satisfy any horse, but dangerous for smaller furs.
Well, it couldn't be the color and it fit nicely inside an ass that could fit it's wideness. "Maybe it needs some bumps and ridges. Two lovers are going to be sharing this like one penis between them; might as well have those tasty little anus rubbing details that make other toys so intimately blissful."
The gathering immediately agreed with nods and idle little conversations with each other for other brainstormed ideas.
"Good. Good start. Next order of business is the PonyTail."
The next picture on the screen in the dark haziness of the room was a buttplug as thick and long in the style of a cock--a small horsedick--attached to a long full white tail.
Immediately, he could see how this toy could be improved as he had already improved upon his own, although the tail on his ass toy was permanently attached.
"This is a toy to make other species feel kinky and sexy like us horses?" Antoine muses as he rubs his fuzzy chin.
"Yes Mr. Vorale. Point?"
Anoine blushed as he remembered how wonderful it was to play with and run his fingers through the silky sissy pink fibers of his mareslut's tail.
"So what do non-equines want? Do they want to be a horse, or do they want to be the obedient ponyplay anal slut of a big horse? I have a slave at home whom I had bleach his mane and tail pink for me. I like my pets to be all sissy and girly, and the pretty pony boy enjoys being my maid for any servicing I require."
Boss horsie stroked his chin and thought about it. "Make it pink...I admit, I always desired to chase me some pink tail no matter who was wearing it. Human, pony, fox, skunk."
Antoine sighed in relief as the meeting finished and he could go to the bathroom. Locked in one stall and sitting on the seat still in his pants, he unzipped and dragged down his undies until the flat folded wallet-looking bit of horseglans looked up at him and began to drool as every lecherous thought buzzed through his mind.
He started by taking the specialty sex phone from his pocket and adjusted the buttons on the side until he had a portal opened up that could easily accomodate his enormous equine girth.
Katy giggled happily along as he dusted about the house and danced nimbly in his thong/phone harness just ecstatic with the feel of the new toy sleekly rubbing his hole with every brush of his asscheeks.
He drooled as he felt something small poke up into his folded pony hole and began to burrow in and penetrate him with long light strokes. It felt like master's finger, Katy was sure, as it began to furiously mate his ass with spit slickened strokes up against his anal nut with enough firmness to dig it out or so it seemed.
The finger tugged hard on his insides almost painfully. It was uncomfortable and felt as if his intestines were going to be pulled out of his rear, but the pony knew it was just a rough anal stretching technique used to prepare an ass for thick penetrating objects--like horsecock.
Antoine fingered out his slut pony, occasionally licking his finger for more lube and to taste his sissy pet as he rammed it back in and used it to smooth out the stubborn folds of tight pony hole.
It sucked on his finger greedily as he felt along the wrinkled puckered contours and savored the juicy feeling of pony anal heat against his finger. The ass is one of the hottest parts of the body, as evidenced by thrusting cocks and lubricated rectal thermometers.
In a few more moments, his lovely shepony would be ready for what the master stud had in mind, but there was no doubt that Katy would still feel some pain, as he had never been forced to take such a massive object in him for such a long time.
Katy staggered unceremoniously to the floor; squealing out in surprise and chomping his muzzle impatiently in discomfort as a dull warm ache erupted into his ass with a thickness equal to none he remembered taking.
He dropped on hands and knees, involuntarily raising his pink tail like he were a mare being mated even as the massive cock-feeling thing mercilessly rocked in his tight ass and sunk harshly into his anal folds with a strange bitter inate coldness.
It did not pulse or throb, it was neither hot or particularly wet and soft. Katy then connected the dots and realized that master was trying out a toy on his toy.
Master horse drooled and had a heavy bright blush on his cheekbones as he crouched over the portal phone on the floor in the stall of the bathroom. His ass ached from the amazing size of the transparent red thing jutting obscenely from his stud cavity.
After watching the boss with one, he decided that it might be a good idea to do a few more trials with the toy and play with his mare along with those yummy new phones.
Anty crouched down with the large ass-shattering toy lodged firmly in his rear as he used the opposite tip of the double horsedong to pleasure Katy with punishing and slick anal blows like the breeding slut he was.
Antoine was right; some ridges would help right now as he battered the hungry sucking ponyhole on the other end of the connection and the dildo.
Hearing the mewling adorable little sighs and whines on the other side only encouraged his loins into a faster more engaging assault of ass hammering; his ass also playing with the toy and turning this from a fucking to a tug of war.
Katy shuddered as his buns and anus twitched around the smooth rubbery cock shaft as it slid slowly in and out of him with a few probing sensual rubs...
Before resuming to an astounding rate of cock horsepower with every slick smacking noise of greased equine anal flesh. He had no idea what the toy looked like, but it felt like heaven--almost a rubberized machine built explicitly to grind ever lewdly up between his rumpcheeks more naturally than any organ could.
His body shuddered as if shaken by an earthquake. Mane tousled over his eyes in a mess with every push of invading bending silicone. The force of it was too much to bear; his ass was not built for such a force and could not handle it as it had other things like master.
No, this was something so big it drove all conscious thought from his body that there was not even any bit of resistance. His instinct implicitly seized the toy as if it were the pony's only purpose to suck it up his rump and let the manufactured cock claim him like the mare slut he was.
Antoine was tired, he was desperate to shoot a load from this double dong and both hands rubbing firmly along his slick juice spewing cock as little trickles of juice dripped from the wide sticky head of the equine yiff flesh and dripped down his shaft to the very edge of his balls like stinky thick gobs of horse musth; the smell entering his nose and making him Flehmen as he reacted just as lustily as if it were a mare's.
He was lost to the intensity of the whole ordeal. It was chaos of fire and water which guided a single-minded intensity of emotion through bestirred loin even as his widening rosebud burned with an undeniable urge for him to go faster.
He couldn't go any faster with his hands nor the dildo if he had been stabbed in his ass by spurs. It was the hardest he had ridden himself or his maid pony and his ass ached in both pain but also tickled with obvious sensations of deep and undying pleasure.
The sweet ponyboi crawled helplessly along the floor like an adorable pretty slut, backing his soft juicy rump up against a wall and began to grind his ass up against the plaster while he was utterly used and wrecked by his master's savage phallic attack.
His hole burned with fire and pain but it only fulfilled his passion and made him desire even rougher treatment as he blushed and drooled all over the floor with his head against the cold polished wood with hands over his head as his butt waggled high in the air; presented and bared easily for any male who might come by.
The pink pretty tail flopped about uselessly like a flag with every sudden hammering of his petite body; the scene looking as if a ghost were having it's invisible phantom way with his precious pony behind.
And then...
It all ended too soon and Katy shuddered and collapsed uselessly along the floor as the massive dick slid out of his tush in a merciless ass-smashing series of tugs until it was freed completely right from his tight winking anus with a loud firecracker pop.
He lay there useless and panting as if ten stallions had fucked him and immediately made him run as well. Katy was utterly spent and satisfied even if he hadn't been able to shoot a load of his butterpony nectar into the breezy silken crotch of his pretty panties. Though that didn't stop him from lazily rubbing his stiff little ponyhood up against the smooth wood under him as his pucker ever slowly tightened itself up in a number of cinnamon heat sensations as if gently burning to a candle held there.
Antoine sighed heavily as he felt long gooey strings of white horse jizm leak down his shaft and all over the bathroom floor. It had ended too soon; his first time using the portal phone on his pet, and it all ended with a bittersweet sensation of equine afterglow like a warm hollow hug.
Cleaning up and making himself presentable, he put the portalcell in his pocket and grabbed the phone book in his oak desk while idly looking over reports in his personal office.
One number caught his eye, for it was so curious a thing.
It was an ad for colonic irrigation. It involved enema's and rectal deep cleaning with water, but the doctor used a "house call" since most people couldn't sit around in a doctor's office for a couple hours to get thoroughly cleaned out. Apparently, the answer was simple for the staff at the clinic; they gave enema's through the phone!
The horse master was intrigued. This meant that he had a special new service to not only clean out his slave for use, but also give the little slut some fun and pleasure while he himself was busy doing his job.
Price was somewhat negotiable, and while they offered both mild and rough treatments since alot of people also used this service for punishment and erotic reasons, Antoine decided that a gentle but thorough cleaning out would be good for his pet since the little stallionmare had never been given an enema any larger than eight ounces.
Katy immediately stopped sweeping the porch as he felt something like a finger but thicker begin to worm into his ass and wiggle slickly up his bowel at least a foot like a snake.
Drool escaped his open muzzle as he immediately ran into the house and expected another hard fucking from his master...
And instead was immediately flooded with a cascade of warm fluid as he squealed loudly in protest and involuntarily kicked back at the door in protest like an ill-used filly.
The...whatever it was...snaked around inside him and filled his body until he could hardly walk. Being so full made him somewhat nauseaus since he didn't anticipate anything like this to cramp up his bowels so much.
Even gentle and warm, it didn't hide the sensation that his colon and innards were at war with the pushing bulging sensation of water. After all, little ponies weren't meant to be filled up like balloons.
After it filled him completely to every bare inch of space in his tush, he dropped to all fours and shot the whole load from his ass with tired grunts as he felt the water--or whatever it was--begin to gush out of his flayed asshole in long wet bursts as occasional little trickles came down his thighs.
Katy thought he was done and that he was cleaned out as was physically possible, but a new flood of warm water erupted into his helpless ass and he was forced to lay on his side.
Although, with every cleaning poured into his slim adorable body in the span of two hours, Katy quickly gained an appreciation for the way the water made him lust. It forced itself against all his inner folds and the sudden sensation to evacuate was almost orgasmic--especially as all the water rammed the colonic tube against his sore rough prostate and he could feel the water--which was warmed up by his body--up against his anus as the tube gently removed it from his insides.
Antoine hung his collared white shirt on the hat rack by the door as he dropped his briefcase carelessly to the floor. Dinner was cooking with a pleasant smell of apples and potato, but the only thing he had on his mind was using his squeaky clean cocksleeve with a good thorough stud fucking.
He gobbled down the grape cider, sourkrout mashed potatoes, and salad of spiced apple slices and sweetened dates; an impatient lust in his body inflaming his loins with a fire of equine desire.
Stallions were always horny, but there were remarkable few times that made such an impression as this. His pink filly boy was now all clean and ready for a good hard horsecock beating, and the only obstacle in the way of his lust was dinner. Though, to be fair, the unfair wait provided by this sweetly and tenderly built meal only seemed to intensify and bolster his resolve to claim his pretty fuck toy mare.
None too soon were his plates in the sink as he lunged for the stairs with impatience in his eyes and equine infused libido in his silky pistoning thighs as he climbed them two at a time like some steep impenetrable goat pass on a mountain.
Nothing could stop him; he was stallion and his cock hungered with an undeniable powerful force for all submissives and slaves to reckon with--preferably with rumps bared and tailholes presented for easy penetration.
Mmmm. It could get...nasty...if a slave tried to refuse a horny stallion in full marelust. He would pin them to the floor with his greater strength and weight as he continually hammered at their tight resisting rosebuds with an innacurate vicious cock battering. In that case, he could miss his target half a dozen times before it finally sank into them like a hard lesson learned.
Presented before him on the edge of the bed was the coy sitting princess butterpony with his bright pink thong teddy. The B-cups didn't do much for his chest, but Antoine did love how the wide crotch of the teddy covered the little pony's balls and sheathe easily in an embrace of feminine nylon and spandex.
Katy's mane was covered in pink braids and his tail was tied up in pink streaming ribbons tied up in thick bows. He giggled affectionately before his master, waggling his tail shyly with a bat of those pretty eyelashes.
"I love this outfit of yours." Antoine mused, licking his lips as he remembered the thong and how it not only made those pretty brown buns hang down like round hot globes for handles and spankings, but also the little snaps in the crotch which could be undone to make the pony more accessible if he were too tired to wiggle his thick member around a thong bit.
"I noes." He giggled out in that adorable sultry feminine way, licking a finger and rubbing it on a silk-enshrouded nipple. "Mmmm. What does Master horse wanna do to me first?"
Antoine grinned, dropping his pants as the little fillyslut watched in drooling eagerness as the huge hot stinky horsecock jumped into sight like an obscene diving board.
The slut pony reached for it in awe with pink gloved hands and brought the juice-dripping head close to his lipstick covered muzzle. "Oh Master...may I?" He asked, giggling with an undulating wild hunger and immediate reverence of worship for the mighty beholden organ of horseflesh.
"Of course, but your ass gets my cum. Tell me slut, how did you like your cleaning?"
Katy blushed and wiggled his pretty ass against the bed with guilty pleasure and giggled. "Yush! I want to do it some more!"
Antoine smiled, even as the little pony took the thick shaft in delicate fingers and lowered his head to the tip. "Good. I'm going to be using that service everytime I think about taking your ass at the end of work."
He shuddered as delicate lips and a petite tongue began to work on his tip and not simply taste it, but devour the very essence of his stallionhood. "Oh yessss pony; there's the spot." Antoine rumbles out as his Katymare works lustily all over his organ with that pretty little tongue.
With a careless ease, he pushed his mare off and onto his back as he undid the snap on the pony's crotch and lifted those smooth silky legs in his hands as that pretty tail hung over the end of the bed and wagged even as that plump pony rump wiggled over the edge with cute chubbiness.
The stallion took his long cock as he lifted the crotch and thong fabric out of his way and threw the uhooked fabric up over Katy's tummy like a reverse loincloth as that pretty little cock stiffened and the ball-skin tightened...
Before drawing his full length of warm pulsating flesh and ramming it hastily into the warm twitching juice-dripping hole. Katy shook with sudden lust-driven shock as the unmerciful organ utterly ravaged his tight pony ass and shattered the asshole like a sledgehammer.
He savored long slow sucking sticky strokes along the gripping analflesh with a drooling bliss-filled muzzle. It felt so idylically delicious, that he had to fuck that rump even faster and leave a huge load in that hungry analmaw.
Katy screamed and rubbed his nipples with one hand under his teddy as he sucked on the fingers of his other hand with one horny desire to take bigger objects in his mouth--and the rest of his body.
Assflesh gobbled inches of cock as the pony shuddered from the assault of long hot shaft, his body rocking with long sensuous slides as he feels the insides of his fillyslut stretch and tighten between every piston of his burning equine loins.
After a long series of shoves into his mare, Antoine felt the twitch of his balls and prepared for orgasm as the rising crescendo of orgasm slowly worked through his body and from his burning...rubbing...cocktip--to the skin all over his body like an unending series of oceanwaves into bliss.
His fiery horse cock erupted with jelly-cum as his tail flagged in a long series of wags. The thick cockhead flared in his mare and filled the pretty mare slut with liters of burning viscous horsecum before locking in the tiny body and preventing the juice from leaking out before it could saturate the loosened bowels and claim the hotness of the ass under him for another night like countless trysts before.
Antoine shuddered--Katy shuddered. His cock slowly slid out; not because he desired it, but because his cumload had been spent and now the big meaty cock was finished. The organ shrunk and slipped out of Katy's body like a squirmy long eel before it slowly retracted into it's burrow and nothing short of pony assbait would lure it out once more.
"Tasty." The stud whispered as he picked up his pretty toy in his arms and idly tossed the little slut lengthwise along the bed, watching those juicy slime-dripping buns bounce in the air a few times before the pony lay on the bed with his face burried in a pillow and a submissive well used pony ass curved nicely like two featureless bubbly breasts against the bareness of the air.
Antoine jumped in the bed by his pet as the tasty brown little horsie crack bubbled up with cum like a frothy foamy dessert of cream, which the big horse hastily attacked with his lips; burrowing his wide muzzle between the bared buttcheeks and under the eagerly raised tail, he was lowered on Katy's body and tasted out the petited tush and all its sweet features. The anal-flavored cum slid down his throat like sweetened milk and Antoine savored it like White Zinfadel.
When he crawled back up the bed and stared into the pretty peeking eye just above the curving enveloping red pillow, he seized that face with force, with intensity and rammed his lips against his mare's; feeding the used honeyed cum between the warm lips of his pony lover.
"Taste me, pony. Savor all that I have to offer."
It had become more than a kiss--it had become more than lust or sex or any tandem ideal of yiffiness. This was simply an act of love between two yearning mates; soul-fucking. This was an extension of what love had become between two desperate sex-thirsty beasts.
That night, though Katy wanted to button up his crotch, Antoine wanted his rump to be bared and continue to leak the body-warmed jizm all over the bed as they cuddled and rolled through the stickiness and let the thick juice mat into their fur.
It wasn't a night where they couldn't get much sleep, anyway. Through their cuddling and teasing and rubbing and fondling; Katy coaxed the rabid eel from its tight impenetrable burrow many times and was promptly rewarded (or punished, depending on how you look at it) with harsh stabbing thrusts into his already sore...squishy...slickened...pony maregina.