Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2018 21:31:39 -0400
From: Winter Wolfe <wispywolfie@gmail.com>
Subject: In Love with Dodger

This is a fantasy about two mature males having sex. One happens to be a
650lb pony. Making adult animals feel relaxed, happy and content is a
totally vile, disgusting and sometimes illegal act... IF it has anything to
do with jerking them off, etc. Wait, that's not true, as jerking a horse
off in order to *sell* the semen for money is totally socially acceptable
basically BECAUSE it is done with no thought about making the horse
relaxed, happy and content. Our crazy human rules make no sense, lol. But
regardless, here's a story that should be treated as fiction. Don't use it
as an excuse to go off and try anything, and then blame me for damages,
physical or otherwise, as that's just as silly as our "morals".

Enjoy the story!


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My neighbor and I have a strange relationship. She used to breed ponies,
but she is no longer doing it, as she's older now, in her late sixties, and
she's got a bad hip from a riding accident years ago that makes the walk to
the barn and the chores within painful, and thus she does not feel up to
dealing with all the work that foals bring about anymore. She has thinned
out the herd, and she's down to five ponies now. We have two farm houses
that are basically beside each other with no other neighbors close by, an
oddity that comes from an old farmer who built a house for his son to live
close by in, which is fine when it's in the family, but gets sort of
awkward when you sell the places years later to people who are
unrelated. Luckily my neighbor and I get along really well as we're both
horse people, and we've taken the old cattle structures and both made them
rudimentary horse-related facilities.

She recognized that "I have a thing for horses" in a more-than-typical way,
I suspect because she knew others who did, too (maybe even herself in her
younger years) but she's never admitted that part to me directly. How she
found out about me was sort of like this: We often feed each other's horses
when one of us is out of town, and once she came back for something and she
caught me using my body language to flirt with her pony stallion (me with a
bulge in my jodhpurs, which were luckily still on as I was half bent down
before him) and she theatrically closed the door with a wink, leaving us
inside, saying "If you boys want some privacy just lock the door from the
inside!"

I was too embarrassed to actually do anything with Dodger, so I grit my
teeth and went to the house to see how I could salvage things (I thought I
was in trouble, so I already had some excuses ready about just playing
around with him) and all she said was, "Look: I don't want to talk about it
in detail, so I can honestly deny knowing anything, but I have been in the
horse world long enough to know your type, and it's fine with me that some
guys are gay for horses. I meant what I said about Dodger: He likes you
more than me or even the mares, I see the way he lights up when you come
in. I like him happy. Now go, and we can just pretend we didn't have this
talk."

I looked into her bright eyes, and decided it was okay to drop my excuses,
and all I said was, "Thank you. That's very ... empathetic."

"I'm a horse person," she said, dismissively, "all I care about is them,
and I know ponies well enough that if they don't like something, they'll
just kill you."

From then on, I've been hanging out with Dodger occasionally, and he and I
have quite a routine worked out.

When I enter his barn, he looks at me, and quickly gathers whether I'm
there for work or fun. If it's the latter, he talks to me, with his gentle
nickers and tall prancing, while his penis begins to drop from it's hiding
place in his sheath, first as just a bump and then the head pops out. Small
splashes of precum drip from under his now dangling 14" as I lock the door
from the inside, and step out of my pants, and put my boots back on. I
leave my shirt on - he can nip my neck, and that hurts, as sexy as it is
sometimes.

I go into his stall, and he runs up to me, trying to get his head over
mine. He's a big, black pony, and he is a bit wild, and really wants to
mount me. I really don't want that, as if he did he'd be able to plow all
the way balls deep into me, and while that would feel REALLY great for him,
and is much discussed as hot in porn stories, it will actually probably
lead to not very sexy internal injuries, and we're here for a long-term
relationship, not a one-time fling.  I move to his side, and use a big
handful of lube and run it over his long, still semi-soft penis, which is
firming up quickly in my hand, and dribbling precum. I always go a bit too
far up with my hand , just so I can cup his balls for a second. For his
size, he has a nice pair, around the size of clementines, maybe. They
twitch under my hand. Horses have tons of precum, and the water-based lube
is getting well hydrated with all the liquid. He's isn't massive compared
to a full sized horse, but equines have a trick that is pretty amazing: The
head of his penis inflates with blood as he becomes close to an
orgasm. This is called "the flare" and it's pretty amazing to see - and
feel.

His shaft is about as thick as a Red Bull can, which sounds big, but it has
a neat combination of a hard center and a soft outer area when he's ready
to screw, which means he can fit in a soft, tight place fairly easily,
inflating later. The head is also very soft except for the exact center of
the shaft, which has the end of that hard center. On the end is a head that
is bigger and flatter than a humans, with interesting edges and pockets
around the urethral opening. When a stallion is fully aroused, a pulse of
blood rushes into the penis, and the shaft becomes enlarged and rock hard,
and the head will inflate to at least twice the size, and it too becomes
rock hard and pulses when he cums.

Basically, when he is first trying to get into his mare (or me pretending
to be one) he's in this "erect, but only really hard in the center" mode,
and being a prey animal, sex is typically fairly quick, so he tries to get
in his mare fairly quickly when he's in the mood. I need to slide him in
when he's just the correct amount of excited: Just hard enough to be fully
hard, but not so much as to be flaring up. If he starts to get overly
excited the flare makes the head too big for a novice like me to get him
inside. A buddy of mine (yes, lots of other people out there take horses up
their butts, lol) calls it the "steak on a stick" problem, and that
describes it very well: "Try to put a steak on a stick up your butt, and
that's basically what it's like trying to get a flared stallion in you."

It's time, he's that "just perfectly hard and ready to go" so I rub a bit
more lube all over (and into) my ass and coax myself to relax as I get down
on the ground beside, and slightly in front of my big boy, my shoulders
lined up with his. He is too tall to kneel down under, so I have to
awkwardly squat, and I grab his heavy dick gently (don't overstimulate!) by
the ring halfway up his penis, and point his now hard and gently thrusting
head against my asshole. "Relax!" I remind myself, and then the head gently
pops inside me about four inches. I grit my teeth, because he and I have
done this a lot, and I know what's coming isn't going to be gentle.

He pauses for literally one second while he realizes that yes, he is inside
his mare, and then he winds up and drills me forward with the full force of
his powerful hindquarters, trying to bottom out in me. I'm trying to
control his depth with my one hand on his shaft, but I'm also trying to
make sure the angle of his attack isn't too far sideways as I'm not
directly under him. He winds up and thrusts again, and again, each time
getting a bit deeper. I have about 12" of him in me. I always try to be
quiet, but I never succeed, and he's pretty used to what he must think is a
crazy mare: I'm grunting, "oh, oh, Ug! Ug! OW! OW!"

I feel him flare up - both the shaft grows in my hand like someone
over-inflating a balloon, and his flare grow inside me. It feels like the
gas cramp you might get if you've eaten far too much bean chili, and you
are trying not to fart in the bosses office, lol. It's not really pleasant
- until you realize what it is: It's the massive, inflated head of a pony
dick deep inside you about to spew a big load of cum deep into his mare,
and holy fuck that's erotic and HOT. He bites down on my neck, and he
pushes that big flare in me one more time, and I let go of his shaft and
put my hand on the floor for balance, when I feel the first big spurt fill
me up. He still tries to thrust a few more times, and moving that big flare
around in my guts gets another, quiet "Ow" out of me.

Then, over and over, for four or five big spurts, he fills me up, otherwise
motionless, while he grunts and sighs into my ear, his teeth holding my
hoodie and a bit of my skin under it. I turn my head a bit and say "Good
boy, Dodger. There you go." His flare was at it's huge maximum, and then,
relief and immediate disappointment as it subsides now. Dodger starts to
soften and shrink, and I'm moving my ass back under his sheath to try to
keep him in me as long as possible. THIS is the moment I find the most
erotic, strangely, being with the big guy while he's in his "holy fuck that
was awesome!" moment. He lets go of the back of my neck, and despite me
clenching to try to keep him in as long as possible, he slips out of me
with a splash of cum that lands on the shavings under me. Terrible waste,
but there's another few ounces in me, so it's all good.

I catch some of the drips and spurts that are still falling from him in my
hand and suck it off my fingers, then I bury my face in his mane, and
whisper my thanks to him over and over while I enjoy his smell, his taste,
the full feeling inside me of his seed. At this point I'm hard as a rock,
but I have a plan for later to deal with that, which I'll probably write in
another story. I feel a sense of relief and bliss anyway, I'm happy being
used by this big boy as His Mare, and I'm just so happy to make him happy.

He sighs, and gets back to eating, and I just lay down there (still half
naked) in the shavings, my face inches away from his, running my hand over
his head and neck, playing with his mane, and telling him, "you're such a
good, handsome stud. I love you so much, buddy."


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