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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Pony" (MF Ds ponygirl) by Creampie Eater
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 06:10:07 -0400
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults.
If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to
read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note
also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading
this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector.

NOTES:

This story is very different from what I usually
write.  Just because you love my other work, this one
may still strike you as weird or even make you
uncomfortable.  At the same time, if you like pony
girl stories, you should be aware that this is the
only one I have written or will write.  I've got this
story out of my system, and I am done with it. :-)

But, if you like my stories, I invite you to check out
my archive at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www

All my stories are there, as well as links to the free
club where I post my stories first.

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Copyright (C) 2003 by Creampie Eater. All Rights
Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. Please
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Creampie Pony
-------------

I watched the man as he led my bride to the modified
gymnastics vault by her halter.  Britney walked a few
paces behind him, skillfully walking on her impossibly
high stiletto heels.  Her long silky "tail" (actually
faux hair attached to a buttplug, and inserted into
her anus) swished fetchingly as she walked.  The bells
attached to her nipple rings tinkled softly.  Seeing
my ponygirl bride like this made my cock twitch.

Gerald didn't have to give Britney any instruction. 
The vault had several thick dildos, about five inches
long and two inches across, protruding from it spaced
about a foot and a half apart.  Placing her hands
behind her back, Britney leaned forward onto the one
furthest left, letting the dildo penetrate her mouth. 
The choker collar she wore, her "halter", was latched
onto the vault to keep her there.

Although she would stay that way, she was trained to
be further restrained.  Her elbows were pulled back,
almost together, and bound by padded Velcro.  Then her
wrists were also lashed together with padded Velcro. 
She would be quite unable to resist like this.  Gerald
gently patted her round rump, and she spread her feet
on their 4" heels beyond shoulder-width apart.  If he
wanted to, he could easily grope my wife.  He wanted
to.

"Come here and feel how damp she is already," he said,
sliding his fat finger into Britney.  I moved to her,
and felt her vulva and then probed inside her.  She
was beyond damp; she was wet.

"She seems well trained," I commented, finger fucking
my wife.  "Was she easily broken?"

"No," Gerald admitted, his mouth screwing up to a
smile.  "She was a regular wildcat.  Put up quite a
lot of fuss."  He shook his head at the memory, but
was still smiling.  "But once we made her understand
this is what her life was going to be like, she became
docile enough."

"Well, that's good," I said, not knowing what to say. 
I had wanted to own a pony for some time, and then
Britney unwittingly agreed to be my wife.  Gerald was
expensive, but I had the means to pay him.  In return,
I had received a nice little filly, ready to be used
by me and my friends.

"Gotta say," Gerald continued, probably to put some
sound into the suddenly quiet stable, "that she is
quite a favorite with the trainers."

"Really?" I said, not quite surprised.  Britney had a
very nice body and a sweet little pussy.  "How so?"

"Well, she a has number of very nice talents," he
explained.  "For example, even when we were breaking
her, she would wetten up nice.  It isn't so pleasant
to break some of the fillies, 'cause they are dry as
sandpaper."

"I can imagine," I said, wincing.

"And when she stopped fighting us, she took really
nice to dildo training, in all three holes.  You're
gonna love her."

"That's great," I said.

"Why don't you try her out?" Gerald said, which
surprised me.  I didn't especially like the idea of
fucking my pony for the first time in front of him,
but I didn't want to seem like a pansy either.  Gerald
seemed to understand my hesitation instantly though. 
"Or would you like to see a trainer riding her?" he
suggested.

"Yes, that would be nice," I said, trying to forget my
momentary panic and to maintain my calm exterior.

Gerald looked around, and spotted one of the trainers.
 "Jim, come over here and put Britney through her
paces," he called out.

Jim came over and shook my hand, then asked if I owned
Britney.  When I told him I did, he enthusiastically
told me that I was a lucky guy.  "She's a nice ride,"
he smiled.

"Show me," I said.

Without further delay, Jim began to unfasten his
chinos (all the trainers wore chinos, leather riding
boots, and denim shirts).  Out popped his cock, which
was huge compared to mine.  Gerald saw my reaction and
reminded me that he employed only highly qualified
trainers.

Jim unlatched Britney from the vault, and turned her
to him.  She leaned forward and he slid her choker
around to the back side, so he could steady her with
the halter.  Then, she moved to him with her mouth
wide open.  She managed to get his cockhead on her
lips.  With him in position, getting his cock into her
throat was a non-event.  With surprising ease, she was
pressing her lips against his fly, his entire cock
buried.

I could see her throat swallowing and milking Jim's
cock.  Soon, Jim was muttering about her excellent
cocksucking, and he began slowly fucking her face with
his growing manhood.  It didn't take long for her to
get him totally erect.  I was impressed.

I was more impressed when he dropped his pants and
turned around.  Without a hesitation, she placed her
face between his butt cheeks, pressing in to tongue
his backside.  Gerald softly told me that her
eagerness to perform analingous was another reason she
was a trainer favorite.  She made soft whinnies as she
slurped and sucked his asshole.

Jim was soon ready to fuck my filly.  He returned her
to the vault, then stood behind her and simply entered
her cunt.  Her mouth was full of dildo, so she
couldn't properly neigh.  Even so, the guttural sounds
of pleasure and satisfaction were unmistakable.  My
little filly loved getting fucked by Jim's big cock.

After ten minutes of hard fucking, Britney was bucking
back at him and groaning loudly.  Her long legs were
so slender looking on those heels, but they were
strong and were forcefully pressing back.  Jim paused,
wiping his brow and looking back at us.

"Go ahead," Gerald said, apparently allowing Jim to
continue.  Jim pulled out of Britney, and then grabbed
her tail.  She made happy guttural noises, especially
when Jim pulled out the plug.  "I think you will find
your filly is quite anal," Gerald commented.

Sure enough, Jim pressed his fat cock against her
butthole, then slid steadily in as Britney's legs
shaked.  He grabbed her bound arms, pressing them up
(Ouch!) as he buried himself in her.  Then he fucked
her ass like he was about to cum.  "Damn, she's
milking me with her ass!" he exclaimed.

And then he lost it.  I could almost see his balls
draw up moments before he tipped his head back and
made male orgasmic sounds.  Buried deep inside
Britney's bowels, he pumped a gallon of sperm into
her.  He stayed inside her until his cock deflated and
he plopped out.  I could see her asshole was purple,
stretched obscenely open.  I was wretchedly aroused.

"Now, watch her training," Gerald smiled.  He
unfastened her arms, and immediately her long fingers
slid to her asshole.  Her blood red nails slid into
her gaping hole, swirling around the thick cream left
inside.  Gerald watched, smiling, for a minute, then
unhooked her from the vault.  Britney instantly
squatted, her fingers capturing the slimy fudgepie
oozing out.  Then, she brought them to her mouth and
with a gentle whinny, she sucked them clean.

She repeated this very taboo act several times, until
her ass stopped leaking Jim's gooey deposit.  Then,
she looked up at Gerald, expectantly.  "She wants her
tail back, and she wants to cum."  I was surprised,
because I was unaware she still found sexual
gratification.  Again, aware of what I was thinking,
Gerald informed me that she would happily calm down,
but sometimes she liked to orgasm if she thought we
would be pleased.

"Oh, well, I think that would be nice," I said.

"OK," Gerald said in an approving tone.  "Jim, go get
Agatha and bring her here."  Jim left and I watched
Gerald and Britney.  Britney bent over again, gripping
her ankles.  Gerald pressed the buttplug/tail into her
asshole, then patted her rump lovingly.  I could tell
Britney was a favorite of his as well.

Jim returned, leading another filly by her halter.  Or
maybe, a mare would be a better term.  Agatha was an
older lady, pleasant and docile, but not a young
runner like Britney.  "This is Agatha," Gerald told
me.  "She was given to us by her former owner when he
bought a younger filly."

"Oh."

"Well, she's still useful," Gerald smiled.  He was
affectionate towards Agatha too.

I could tell by Britney's body language that she knew
what was coming.  She started dancing around, jittery,
and her nostrils flared. Her eyes were wild with
excitement.  Jim laughed, and Gerald led Britney back
to the vault.  This time, he fixed her facing outward.
 Her feet were spread far apart, her heels digging
into the straw on the floor.  As far apart as he heels
were, her knees were even farther apart.  In this
spread wide position, I could see her vulva open
completely.  Her clit was standing at attention!

Jim meanwhile was binding Agatha's elbows and wrists
together.  She too was getting excited, and whinnied
lustily when Jim brought her face down to Britney's
pussy.  The air was filled with female sounds of
neighing and whinnies and slurping as Agatha ate
Britney.

"Why don't you take advantage of Agatha?" Gerald
asked.  "I want to show you one more talent your pony
has learned."

I would have been ashamed to not be able to perform,
so luckily I was able to bring myself to fuck the old
mare.  Despite her age, Agatha had a very nice and
well trained pussy.  It was wet and velvety inside,
and she knew how to use her canal.  Plus, feeling her
tail sliding over my shaft as it pumped in and out was
incredible.

But what did it for me was the way Britney came.  She
made a long, loud, ragged, wrenching neigh as she
exploded.  Then she grunted hard and deep, the sounds
those of pure lust.  Her nipples were hard, jangling
the bells as she shook.  The sight and sounds were too
much for me to ignore, and I felt my balls draw up and
I emptied myself in the old mare's womb.  As I did,
her toned cunt milked me, urging my balls to turn
inside out and to give up every drop.

I staggered back, completely spent.  I barely noticed
Jim and Gerald leading the ponies around.  When I was
able to focus, I saw that Agatha was now attached to
the vault while Britney was squatting behind her. 
Britney was spreading the mare's pussy wide open, and
sucking my cum out.  I could see her occasionally
pressing her pink tongue inside, searching for
creampie.  Her gentle sounds let me know that she was
having great pleasure cleaning the mare out.

The afternoon ended pleasantly enough.  Gerald showed
me how to hitch Britney to the rickshaw-like
"dogcart", and how she could pull me around the track.
 Watching my young wife working up a sweat helped
recharge my batteries.  By the time dinner was almost
ready, I was wanted to go back and use my pony again.

I had been provided a cottage with proper facilities. 
Britney trotted me over there, her body shining with
perspiration.  I unhooked her from the cart, and led
her via her halter into the cottage.  My balls needed
to be emptied before dinner.

I felt grimy from the trotting track, so I went to the
small vanity and turned on the water.  The sound of
the water drowned out the soft clicks of Britney's
stiletto heels.  I was struck unawares on my head by
something heavy, then my hair was gripped and my face
smashed against the vanity.  I fell into a heap, or so
I suppose.

I awoke, laying on the bed on my side.  My head hurt
like hell, but so too did my shoulders and elbows. 
They were bound behind me, like the ponies' had been. 
Groggily, I looked up to see Gerald smiling down at
me.  Squatting in front of him, Britney was sucking
his cock.

"Welcome to your new life," Gerald said, and I
imagined that is what he had told Britney when she
first arrived at the stables.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked, trying hard
not to be scared.

"Well, simply put, Britney made us a better offer,"
Gerald explained, running his fingers affectionately
through my wife's hair, urging her to bob back and
forth.

"I can pay more," I said, into full panic mode now.

"I doubt it," Gerald smiled.  "She's signing over your
fortune and giving you to us, in exchange for her
freedom."

I was struck dumb, but Gerald seemed to find the
prospect very stimulating.  He began to literally fuck
Britney's face.  She made a wet slurping sound as she
sucked hard at his piston.

"I can't be a pony!" I protested, but Gerald was
beginning to orgasm.

"No, but you can be a gelding," he grunted.  My mind
swirled in my aching head as he filled her mouth with
cum.  A gelding!  Neither man nor girl, the worst of
each!

My first taste of my new life came a few moments
later, when my ex-pony spat Gerald's load onto my
face, then neighed triumphantly.



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