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VARIATION ON THE "LIFE AS A PONY" CHAPTER
FROM THE SLEEPING BEAUTY BOOKS OF A. N. ROQUELAIRE. 

Original Story by Frank Albertson 

Written at "The Other Side Of Reality" - By SwampRat

Part 1 - Continued

This continued un-abated for 2 months, with visits from the village twins
almost weekly. And yet, I was allowed release only 3 times... The pain lessened
each day, until I was able to stand it, showing signs of it only when the
driver was more harsh than usual. But, I thought to go mad from lust, even to
the point of contemplating the knot-holes in the stall-boards. But the grooms
had other plans...

One evening, a doctor came in to the stable, at least I believed him to be so.
He carried a stool around and examined the genitals of each pony in turn. But
even though no one had satisfaction in quite a while, they were strangely
quiet. At last it came my turn. The man sat on the stool, and grabbed me.
Having no fore-skin (They removed That when I had been caught the first time),
he simply wiped the head off with a rag, and grabbing the swollen base, pulled
upwards. I whined in need, as he wiped the seeping tip on a piece of glass, and
held it up to a lantern. "He's fit." The groom grinned at me, latched my
harness to the back wall, so I could not move, then followed the doctor on to
the next stall. I was soon to find out what all this was about. As before,
there was a tangible excitement in the air. The other ponies pawed the ground,
more than a few throats gave vent to whines of desire.. that were answered!
Snorts and whinny's came from the front, as hooves clopped towards me. A groom
appeared, grinned at me, and led a brown pony to my stall. There, he un-clipped
the leads, and let the animal go. He leered at me, then turned and went out of
my sight. I heard snorts, grunts, and screams of frustration.

I still didn't understand... the pony stared at me with one brown eye, then
it's nostrils opened, and it sniffed the air. It walked towards me, and nuzzled
my hard cock, making me groan, then lapped at the tip, it's tongue at the same
time rough and smooth. A howl came unbidden, as strong teeth bit into the
purplish-head, ejaculation streaming down it's throat. The little animal
continued to lick on me, getting the last of the sticky sap. I felt relief,
then shame. To enjoy the ministrations of a creature so... But no amount of
humiliation could stop me from pleading as best as I could with the groom, who
had re-appeared, not to take the animal away. At least not until it's mouth had
given me a few more moment's pleasure. But he had other ideas. Again, a
wonderful/terrible tingling sensation came, as oil was applied to my balls, and
cock. Then, the pony was taken outside, turned, and coaxed to back into the
stall. Was the animal now to kick at me, for the pleasure of my masters? I
squirmed at the thought, but instead of painful screeches, sighs and moans came
from other parts of the stable. 

My confusion must have shown, because the man laughed nastily. "You are a
stallion, so we have brought you a mare to service. Well almost..." I could not
believe what I had just heard... Even they could not be so bestial! And what
did he mean 'almost'? The answer was forth-coming. The groom pushed the pony
back, and as it's rump pressed against my erection, the tail plumed upwards,
revealing a black button of an anus.. and nothing more. It dawned upon me, that
this was a male, probably a gelding. But, by that time I no longer cared. My
need for release outweighed all other considerations. The animal was either
well-trained, or had done this quite a few times before. After rubbing against
me for a maddeningly long time, he shifted his hips, pressing the slick head
against the leathery orifice. Then he stepped back, and grunted, as his anus
opened, allowing my erection to slide into his ass. Oh, how warm, and tight
that marvelous creature was. He didn't stop moving backwards, until I was in to
the hairs, my butt pressed against the wall.

Then he spread his legs, shook out his mane, and humped me vigorously. I
snarled with lust, whimpering when my second orgasm in ages set my nerves on
fire. The pony made a funny sound, as my come splashed deep into his ass, then
he shuddered, his throbbing anus milking more come out of my cock. Soft plops
told me this was not a gelded animal after all. And, indeed, I found out he was
a vigorous stallion. For after working off his own need, he once again pumped
his rump into my groin, making me come a third time, and again triggering his
own orgasm. Even though it was late in the night, and I knew we would be worked
hard in the morning, I was extremely grateful that the animal was allowed to
stay long enough to bring me to completion once more. This time neither of us
were in a hurry, and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of my cock sliding into
his anal passage, the thrill as his flesh rubbed against mine, the smell of
lustful male bodies. Suddenly, the stallion reared up, sitting in my lap. My
cock went deeper than it had ever gone before, and as the pony ejaculated into
the straw, his ass muscles pulled rythemically on my erection. I, too, achieved
orgasm. Then the tired animal went back down onto all four-legs, and was led
off by a groom. Each of us, in turn, had a bucket of cold water thrown on him,
by way of a bath, and was allowed to pass into sleep.

After my ordeal, I no longer thought ill of myself for using the animal so. For
he seemed to enjoy the copulatings as much as I. And I would definitely repeat
my experiences if allowed to do so. But tomorrow is today, and much hard work
is ahead..

End Of Part 1