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From: freedomchilde@aol.com (Alexis Scott)
Subject: {ASSM} My Little Pony Chapter one (Mf, oral, D/S, Pony Girl)
Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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My Little Pony
By: Robert MacLeod
Like most people, I have a routine I go through every morning.  I can't really
say it is my waking routine because I very rarely stay awake for more than an
hour or so.  Still, it is a routine and it is my routine.  It goes pretty much
like this.  I am usually awakened in the morning around 5 am by my wonderful
little pony nuzzling on my dick. I usually lay there in bed for a few minutes
just enjoying the feel of her warm muzzle rubbing against my flesh.  Sometimes
I even tease her by not letting my dick get hard.  Not an easy task when
someone is doing their level best to turn you on, but it can be done.  I have
found that math works best for me.  I was never very good at it.
Finally, I open my eyes and look down at her crouched between my legs.  She
instantly sees that I am awake.  She looks up at me with her huge brown eyes
and the look of pleading and need in them is so arousing.  Lovingly, I reach
down and stroke her long black mane.  She takes this as a sign and proceeds to
inhale my cock.  Her long, thick lips wrap themselves around my shaft and she
lets the entire thing slide deep into her hot mouth.  God, the feeling of her
slick, hot mouth sliding down my cock is always enough to make me shudder.  In
gratitude, I reach down and scratch her lightly furred nose because I know that
makes her feel loved and comforted.
My little pony loves cocksucking.  She loves the feel of my hard cock fucking
in and out of her mouth.  She makes hungry little whinnying noises as she sucks
to let me know just how much she loves it.  When I am in the mood for it, she
has sucked me off for hours.  The feel of her hot mouth sucking and the
sensation of her thick, long tongue wrapping itself around my shaft is one of
the most exquisite feelings in the world.
Some days, I let her suck me off and other days I fuck her.  She can always
tell which I need too.  Like when I want to fuck her, she will look at me and
slowly pull her mouth off my cock and crouch down as low as she can so I can
mount her.  Then I slide behind her and move her thick, long tail out of the
way and slide my rock hard cock into her so tight cunt.  I don't do it gently
either.  Unlike most human lovers I have had, my little pony loves nothing more
than to have my cock slammed into her soaked pussy.  It never fails to bring a
loud satisfied groan or whinny when I bottom out in one stroke.
	Once I am properly seated in her cunt, I start laying into her with long hard
strokes, making her grunt with each plunge.  With one hand I grab onto her tail
and the other grabs her bridles.  With this double handhold, I can really pound
it into her.  I especially love fucking my pony now that she is pregnant.  The
feel of her very swollen belly slapping against my oversized balls and the
sight of her huge, milk filled tits swinging so low they scrape the bed sheets
is so fucking hot that it takes everything I have not to fill her with cum
right away.  Still, I usually manage to hold off for at least half an hour
before I fill her.  When I do, I can feel her shaking and quivering from yet
another massive cum.  She will have been cumming since I slid my cock into her.
	After I am done cumming, I pull out and she hungrily cleans my dick of our
combined juices.  Once I am clean and recovered, I carefully remove the leather
bridle and saddle from her mouth and back.  Then I watch in amazement as a
scene that has been repeated everyday for the past year plays out before my
very eyes.  The thin, brown hair all over her body fades away.  Her long
pointed ears shrink back into normal round ones.  Her mane shortens, lightens
and thins until it is simply normal hair once more.  Her long, glorious tail
recedes back towards her ass until it vanishes into her tailbone.  Before my
always amazed eyes, my little pony transforms back into my beloved wife.  She
then gets up, takes a shower and goes off to work with a deep seated sense of
contentment.  She and the rest of the world are completely unaware of her
nightly transformation into the perfect pony slave.
	Now, I hear all of you out there.  Making scoffing noises and poo poo sounds,
but I can assure you that every word is true.  I haven't made up a single
syllable.  I could, mind you, because that is what I do.  I write for a living.
 I'm pretty good at it too.  If I were to mention my real name, you would
probably recognize it.  So needless to say, any names I use in this little tale
will be purely fictional.
	Now, I hear you saying, "Well, if it is all true then how did it happen?  What
strange quirk of fate turned a normal woman into an anthropomorphic wet dream? 
(If you are wondering what anthropomorphic means, then you are probably reading
the wrong type of stories.)  Well, that is a truly amazing tale (tail?)
straight from one of my novels.  What?  Well, of course you want to hear it or
you wouldn't be reading this.  Just sit right back in your computer chair,
break out some hand lotion and get ready to be amazed.  This one is going to
knock your socks off.

The Oddity Shop
A Horse is a horse, of course...
	I had just left the downtown branch of the bank that my wife and I use when I
noticed the shop.  Now I despise going downtown in the city we live in because,
like most growing cities, the downtown area has become more and more deserted
as the city expands outwards.  Except for the commercial district, almost every
one of the classic old buildings is empty.  So needless to say the bright, hand
lettered sign announcing a grand opening caught my attention.  I hadn't noticed
it when I entered the bank because I had entered through another door.  The
varied assortment of odds and ends in the store's windows, combined with its
business sign "The Oddity Shop" pretty much told me what the place was about.
	Now at this point, two things attracted me to the place.  One was its uncanny
resemblance to the shop in Needful Things, one of my favorite Steven King
novels.  The second was that the character of the Oddity was one of my
favorites from George R. R. Martin's Wild Cards series of shared world novels. 
(Note here: If you have not read either of these, I do highly recommend them. 
Worry though, they aren't essential to the story nor will there be a test
afterwards.)  Though I doubted I would find Satan himself or a deformed
superhuman behind the slightly dirty glass doors, I was curious.  So I braved
the early morning traffic and crossed the street.
	As I entered the shop, I was struck by the fact that there were a whole bunch
of boxes just about every where you looked.  Big boxes, little boxes and even
some really large boxes all over the place.  Some made out of wood, some made
out of metal and even one that I swear looked like Cinderella's glass coffin. 
This immediately struck me as totally cool, since it gave the place a kind of
homey look.  At the jingling of the bell over the door, an elderly man stepped
out of the back room and smiled at me. I have to admit that I was a little
relieved that he looked nothing like Max Von Sydow.  "Good morning, Sir."  I
was pretty sure that I detected a kind of Bronxian accent in his voice.
	"Hey, interesting place you've got here."
	The man smiled and started unpacking a box of teddy bear figurines.  "Thank
you.  I take a great deal of pride in my merchandise.  Was something in
particular I could help you find?  Something you have been looking for that
more mainline shops don't carry."
	Now there were quite a few things that I had been thinking about buying lately
as a surprise for my wife's birthday.  Some different types of "toys" that we
had thought might spice up our sex life.  I doubted very much though if such
items of perversion would show up at a second hand shop run by a middle aged
man.  I was just about to jokingly comment on this when my roving eye spotted
something sticking out of a pile of wrapping papers and string.  I walked past
a couple of stacks of old books and one hat rack shaped like a tree and pulled
it out.
	"Ah, I was wondering where that went too.  I hadn't meant to put that out. 
Small towns aren't well known for their tolerance to such things."  I just
nodded and studied the object.  The "such things" he was talking about was a
bridle and bit.  Not an ordinary one mind you, but one more obviously designed
for less equine usage.  The opening for the face was much wider and the rubber
bit was set much to close to the top of the bridle for it to ever fit
comfortably into a horse's mouth.  Now, what I held in my sweaty little palms
was a genuine "Pony Girl/Boy" bridle and bit.
(Side note the second: For those of you not in the know on this particular
perversion, it involves the old Dominance and Submission game, but in this case
the slave is dressed up in horse gear like saddles, bridles and sometimes even
boots that resemble horse's hoofs.  Also usually added to the ensemble are an
attachment to the bridle that resembles a mane and a butt plug with a long tail
attached to it.  Sounds sexy don't it?)
	My benefactor walks over while I am examining the thing.  I guess he saw a
possible sale because he starts extolling on the virtues of the product.  I
really don't need his help because it is pretty obvious that this thing is made
out of really high quality material.  Most of the ones I had looked at in the
past were kind of plain and not very attractive.  This baby was made out of
high grade, soft leather.  It had little silver engravings up and down all of
the leather parts and the rings that held the reins and bit on made out of pure
silver.  I was so sold on it in a heartbeat.
	"How much is it?"
	"Three hundred and forty five dollars."
	Ouch, that was way more than I wanted to spend even for such high quality.  I
was just about to put it back when he said, "Of course, it is part of a set." 
With that, he reaches into the box and pulls out a small saddle and some odd
looking straps.  The saddle looked just the right size to fit onto my wife's
back and I felt myself getting an erection just thinking about it.  I
recognized the straps once he had pulled them out and got them straightened. 
They were often used by the more hardcore Pony lovers to hobble their slaves to
keep them on all fours just like the horses they were supposed to resemble. 
Now I had no intention of going that far, just like I had no intention of
actually riding my five-foot tall wife like a pony.  Still, the complete set,
all made from the same leather with the same engravings, made the price tag
much more attractive.  Before I had even realized it, the old man had taken my
credit card number and I was the proud owner of some very kinky equipment.
	Since he didn't have any bags big enough for the saddle to fit into, I just
carried it across the street to my truck.  If any one had asked me, I would
have probably made up some story about midget rodeos.  Hey, believe me when I
say it would have worked.  We are talking about a part of the country that
invented "Donkey Basketball."  Any mind that could conceive of a bunch of men
riding donkeys in a gym while trying to dribble a ball would believe anything.
	How I managed to keep from blurting out my wonderful surprise to my wife
before her birthday arrived, I will never know.  I am lousy at keeping secrets.
 I even convinced my friends and associates to visit the shop where I got my
treasures and I am happy to report that they all praised the shop and its wares
to high heaven.  (Makes one wonder in retrospect about what "goodies they
picked up, doesn't it?)  Still, I managed to keep my little secret until the
day arrived.
	As usual, I took my wife out to dinner at her favorite Chinese Restaurant for
her birthday.  The owner and his family even sang Happy Birthday to her.  By
the time we got back to our house, she was happy, horny and just a little bit
tipsy.  She then tore into her presents like a small kid at Christmas.  I had
managed to procure some very hard to find Ty Beanie Babies that she had been
wanting and she went nuts over them.  I had also bought her several new stuffed
animals as well as a really cool looking silver Ankh.  So she was already happy
and giggling by the time I hauled out the mondo big box wrapped in bright
silver wrapping paper.  Ever see a kid unwrapping a present.  Well, that was
what my lady looked like tearing into the wrap.
	Once she got it open and saw what was inside, her eyes lit up like twin
spotlights.  We had often talked about taking our little fantasy role playing
in bed to a different level and Pony gear had been one of the things we had
talked about.  This had been inspired by a series of scenes from a really hot
porno called Inferno, where the heroine is all trussed up in Pony girl bondage
gear and fucked royally by two men.  She was all set to try it out the moment
she saw it and to tell the truth, so was I.  So we both went off to shower and
then met up in our bedroom.
	As usual, the sight of my wife nude and slightly damp from the shower gave me
an instant hard on.  I know that there are some very strange people out there
who are attracted to thin women like you see on the covers of Sports
Illustrated, but I prefer women who look like my wonderful wife.  My wife is
plumb and soft with very large breasts and a soft rounded belly.  She has a
marvelous ass that is perfect for fucking and spanking.  The way her cocoa
colored skin looks when it is wet, either with water from the shower or sweat
from fucking, is the sexiest thing in the world.  The way she looked that
night, all naked and eager for this new experience is still one of my fondest
memories.
	I had laid out the Pony gear on our bed, along with the tailed butt plug we
already owned and she couldn't help but steal little glances over at all of it.
 I considered teasing her a little while, but I decided that she had been
waiting long enough for this new treat.  I led her over to the bed and
proceeded to turn her into my own little Pony Slave.
	First, I lubed up the butt plug in her pussy.  Some people use KY or some
other lubricant, but I prefer the natural way.  Her cunt was already soaked in
anticipation, so the thick plug sunk into its hilt with absolutely no effort. 
She grunted softly as I stroked it in and out a few times to coat it
completely.  I grinned at the way her nipples popped out so hard and so fast. 
My wife was eager.  Then, carefully and gently I slid the plug home inside of
her tight asshole.  The base of the plug nestled very nicely between her
cheeks, leaving only about three feet of horsehair visible.  It was indeed like
my wife had suddenly grown a tail.
	Next, I slide the bridle over her head and strapped it on.  I grew up on a
farm so this act was not completely unknown to me, but never had it been so
erotic.  The rubber bit fit into her mouth like it was made for her.  I knew
from my studies on the web that the bit was elastic enough to slide out of the
way during any oral sessions.  By this time, my wife was shaking so hard that I
was slightly afraid she would fall.  The moment I had finished tightening the
straps of the bridle, I swear she had a small orgasm.  At the time, this didn't
strike me as unusual since my wife is a very sexual creature.  Looking back, I
realize that this is where the gear began to work its magic.
	Next came the saddle.  Now unlike actual equine saddles that fit directly
under the horse's belly, most Pony outfits' saddles are designed to strap
firmly over the hips like a pair of oversized panties.  The straps go around
the waist and between the legs and the saddle sits on a sort of leather strap
that sticks out above the waist strap.  This holds the saddle very comfortably
to your pony without causing undue pressure or stress on her stomach area.  
	With her ensemble complete, I took a step back and stared at my wife.  She
looked so sexy and vulnerable dressed as she was.  The look in her eyes was one
of pure need and arousal.  She kept making little twitching movements like she
was fighting the urge to drop to all fours and prance around the room.  My cock
was rock hard and leaking precum.  I couldn't resist reaching down to stroke it
while I stared at her.  My wife saw this and groaned deeply.
	With my one hand still on my cock, I walked over and grasped her reins in my
other one.  With a light pull, I led her over to the bed.  The feel of the
reins pulling on her must have been an incredible turn on for my wife; because
she did a kind of dancing step the short trip to the bed.  Still holding her
reins, I looked her in the eye and said, "Get on the bed and stick your ass up
so I can fuck you."  No niceties, no sweet talk, just a blunt order.  My wife
had a major dominance/submission fantasy and I was definitely in the mood to
play around with it.
	My wife clambered onto the mattress, panting around her bit.  She assumed the
doggie (pony?) style position and raised her wonderfully plump ass up in the
air.  The sight of those wonderful asscheeks sticking up with a fake tail
dangling from them made me even harder, just like it always does.  I climbed
onto the bed behind her and began stroking her cheeks with the horsehair of her
tail.  This made her moan some more and she started twitching her ass back and
forth, like she was trying to wave the tail back and forth.  Gently I grabbed
the base of the plug and moved it back and forth slightly in her asshole.  This
made her moan even louder because my wife adores anal sex.  Ever since the
first time I introduced her to it, she has always been eager to have her ass
fucked.  I thought about taking her ass, but decided on doing what I knew we
both wanted so badly.
	Still gripping the reins, I slid myself into position behind her and slowly
began stroking my cock over her soaked pussy lips.  Now, when this entire thing
first began, I was slightly less than average in length and width.  Not that I
ever minded or that my lovers ever had any complaints.  So it was a simple
matter to slide my hard cock between her lips and shove it into her cunt.  This
always feels so spectacular, but that night there was a deep sense of
satisfaction fucking my cock into my wife's pussy while pulling on those reins.
 The grunts and moans from my wife told me that she felt the same way.
	I was shocked when she started cumming mere minutes after I began fucking her.
 My beloved is multi-orgasmic on a level that most women would die for, but
usually it takes a while for her to build up to her first cum.  That night, she
was vibrating around my cock and I had just gotten started.  The feel of her
cunt contracting and shaking was more than I could stand.  I had been
anticipating this for days and my balls were full.  I quickly joined her,
pumping her pussy full of cum.  This set her off into another orgasm and she
just started jamming her wonderful ass back against me like she was trying to
get my sperm as far up into her as she could.
	Gods, it felt like I must have been cumming for hours.  It seemed like I was
pouring liters of sperm into her pussy even though I knew it probably didn't
amount to as much as a teaspoon full.  Once I had recovered from my orgasm, I
realized that I had a very tight hold on her reins.  So tight that her head was
pulled back at what had to be a very uncomfortable angle.  Still, I saw no pain
in her eyes when I slacked up.  All I saw was lust.  I carefully let go of the
reins and slid gratefully down onto the bed.  My cock popped out of her and
dangled very limply between my legs. 
	Now, before you go thinking that I am a total cad, I was fully aware of the
fact that my wife was just really getting started.  Since I am well into my
thirties and she has just reached 20, it is a pretty common occurrence for me
to poop out and her still be ready to go.  That is why we have such a large
selection of dildos, vibrators and other toys.  Unlike some men who are
threatened by such items, I adore using them on my wonderful wife for hours on
end.  Hell, one night I pushed her to 78 consecutive orgasms just to see if I
could.  So I was all set to rest for a few seconds, then dig out our toys for
more fun.  My wife had other ideas.
	With a hunger and swiftness that surprised me, she spun around on the bed and
began sucking on my cock.  Now my wife enjoyed performing oral sex on me
because she knew I liked it and she liked making me happy.  It was not her
favorite thing to do nor do I think she ever really got off on it.  That is why
I was shocked when she shoved my entire cock into her mouth, past the bit and
began sucking on it like a woman dying of thirst.  Almost instinctively, I took
a rein in either hand and pulled her head down so that her nose was pressed
into my pubic hair.
	Readers, if you have never had oral sex performed on you by someone who really
wants it, needs it and hungers for it, then you are missing the most intense
sensation in the world.  My wife had my entire cock shoved into her mouth with
my balls slapping against her chin and loved it.  Her throat was pulling on my
cock like she wanted to swallow it and the look in her eyes was pure hunger. 
She swirled her tongue around the shaft and over the head, cleaning off every
single trace of her juices and mine.  Much to my amazement, her hungry sucking
and licking quickly sparked another raging erection.  My cock swelled to it's
fullest and filled her mouth.
	My wife felt the growth and began making little sounds in her throat.  She
pulled back slightly on the reins, so I released them.  Slowly, lovingly, she
pulled her head off my cock and turned back around.  I knew what she wanted and
I more than wanted it myself.  Despite being 35+ and more than slightly out of
shape, there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to fuck her hard and
fast.  So I did.
	Even though my wife enjoys being treated pseudo-roughly as part of her Dom/Sub
fantasies, I had never been as hard on her as I was that first night.  I
mounted her again and slammed my cock into her cunt as hard as I could.  I must
have ridden her ass for a good half-hour, shoving my dick in and out of her
pussy as roughly as I could.  I had her reins in one hand, hauling her back to
slam even deeper and my other hand was spanking her as hard as I could.  The
only sounds this brought from my darling were moans of contentment and odd
little whimpering sounds.
	Finally, I shoved into her as hard as I could and pulled back hard on her
reins.  Her head was almost touching her back because of the tension.  We both
came at the same time with my cock shooting cum inside of her twitching cunt. 
It was easily one of the most intense experiences of my entire sexual life and
it seemed to last forever.
	Finally, we both relaxed and despite my best intentions, I slumped over on top
of her so that I was lying partially in the saddle on her back.  Almost my full
weight was now resting on her, but she didn't seem to mind.  She just kept
making those odd noises until sleep claimed us both.  I fell into the arms of
the Sandman little dreaming of the many amazing changes going on as I slept. 
Freedom is not a priviledge, it is an honor.

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