My little pony (seriously) seduced me when I was 18.
This is a rewrite of my experience.
My parents got a small pony when I was very young. I don’t know why they did, but I grew very attached to her.
Farming is hard work, we had many animals, and I had many animals I needed to clean out after, but I was particularly attached to her. She used to nibble on me, I enjoyed combing out her coat, petting her down. I used to read books with her out in the barn in her stall just to be near her. I grew very deeply attached in time. I spent in inordinate amount of time with her, my parents knew she was my favorite.
She was in most of my life, she was around me since I was 5, maybe less. She was tiny, far too small for me or anybody else in my family to ride. I don’t know why my parents got her, I was too young to know, I will never know but I grew extremely attached to her, very much. I want to stress, I was emotionally attached.
As I said, I enjoyed just being around her. I used to read textbooks and novels around her. I read both 1984 and Brave New World next to her. I liked to pet her, I enjoyed grooming her. It was quite enjoyable just to groom her, because I could tell she enjoyed it, she would use her muscles to pull her coat. Unless you have had a horse, you may not understand that, they seem to shrug, horses will pull INCHES of their skin up. Their musculature is confounding to me. I cannot flex my skin, a horse can.
I had had seen her being mated by similar sized stallions before, but she never conceived. It was a pity. I think she would have been a wonderful mother to a foal, but she couldn’t conceive.
My parents gave up on her reproducing with her. I still was her best friend.
One day, as I was reading a novel, she presented to me, she urinated, and her pussy “winked” at me. She was in heat but there was no stallion. I was the only substitute. When they are in extreme heat, they are very obvious about it.
I was old enough at this point to know what this was. I was cautious, and I scared to be honest. I slipped two fingers into her warm moist cunt, and started to masturbate her. It didn’t take long before I got her to squirt – in other words, hit an orgasm. When she did, I went rock hard. I immensely enjoy causing pleasure. When she hit orgasm with me for fooling around… What a turn on.
I had known her for most of my life. Here she was open to me fucking her. She was my friend, a wonderful intimate friend, for a long time.
I was damned scared but I touched her flank to make certain she knew I was there even though I just brought her to orgasm. I rubbed the tip of my cock into her cunt a little bit. I was so hard. Horses are slightly warmer than people are. She was what I would call “totally juiced up”. I was careful not to harm her but I slowly slid into her without any resistance.
I was terrified of being caught but I quickly realized nobody bothered me when I was in the barn. I knew I was breaking rules here, rules beyond law. I was breaking rules of nature.
I decided to fuck her, make love to her if you prefer? She was offering, I was rock hard, I decided to accept.
I started to shove into her, slowly. I first pushed the head of my cock into her a bit, she was warm – warmer than we are. I remember being afraid of being kicked, and I’ve been kicked before but not by her. Once I got into her, I could barely prevent cumming on the first stroke, but I wanted this experience to last. I thought at the time I’d only do this once – which of course was wrong. As I pushed into her, and held myself there, she would clench around my cock. She liked being fucked, at least when she was in heat.
I had seen her being mated with a stallion before, and I was no stallion, they are far larger than any human is but I knew how rough they could be. I knew I couldn’t be that rough, so I thrust into right into her and started to fuck her pretty hard, by human standards.
She was a perfect size, just at my hip level, I didn’t need to bend down and I didn’t need anything to stand on to get into her – to fuck her. She would squeeze her vaginal muscles when I thrust into her. This was intoxicating bliss to me. I was pretty sloppy about it the very first time, but my dick was telling me what do do, and I was getting plenty of communication from my pony what she enjoyed. That heightened the pleasure of the experience. I like to please.
She seemed to be hitting orgasm (a few contractions and spurting seemed to indicate that), and I was trying to prevent mine as she clenched around my cock every one or two times I drove into her cunt. Once she stopped clenching around me I started to pound into her again, and then I orgasmed and just stayed there, buried in her pussy as deep as I could get, and she clenched again, and again, and again and I convulsed every bit of cum I had into her. I came and she came, over and over again. It was ecstasy as she drained my balls. Men know this, my balls drew right up, as I shot load after load straight into her.
When I did this, I thought this would be a one time thing, I would never do again. I felt very guilty about what I had done. I felt I abused her, took advantage of her. I have to consider, maybe she took advantage of me. Didn’t mind that at all if she did.
When I left, I was thinking “I will never do this again, this was wrong”.
But the next day, tail up. What she would do is flop over her tail, fully exposing herself. She would do this expecting something, and that something was sex. Maybe SHE felt sorry for ME. Maybe it was a pity fuck I was getting. I am guarded about sex, maybe she knew how guarded I was and was breaking me down.
When she was in heat, I was more than happy to accommodate her. When she invited me in, I don’t think I ever didn’t take that invitation. When she wanted sex, I was eager to fuck her. When she didn’t, I was quite satisfied just thinking about her as I beat off.
When she wasn’t in heat, I was happy just to hang out with her. I do not like exhibiting “control”, but I would put her in a halter and take her through the woods to a nice river area. Halters are a safety device, but I do not like using them, but you must use them outside of a controlled area for their own safety.
That pony I loved very much. I loved her before I had any sort of sexual contact with, but after the sex, I was grateful to her. I hope she loved me as much as I loved her. Her death was very painful to me, and it should have been. It’s fair, the more affection you have the more it hurts when you lose them.
After I fucked her a few times, we used to get a rhythm going. I’d shove my cock into her twice, and then she would clench and I would hold. We both got into an enjoyable routine. First time was sloppy.
She wasn’t so huge I couldn’t reach her tits when I was on top of her. In later sessions, I would get on her back, get my cock comfortably in her and rest it there, put a little bit of my weight on her, and lightly stroke her tits, until they engorged. She noticed that, I could see her reaction, I’d fondle her a bit first, then start driving in. I didn’t drive way out and way in, I stayed mostly in, short strokes.
She was a wonderful lover, and I hope she thought I was. I loved her dearly. I would do almost anything just to be with her in the pasture again lying down, petting her.
It wasn’t about sex, it was about the affection. I’m sure there must be plenty of people thinking what I did was horrific, abusive. I never restricted her, I never forced her. She was completely free to move. I loved making her cum. I loved to cum into her. Beyond the sex, I would bring her apples, carrots – I was warned not to overfeed her, she was, by far, my favorite, and it wasn’t because she allowed me to fuck her. She was just such a kind and gentle soul.
Once I was so worked up, and used to fucking her, I was able to get her so worked up, she took a shit when I was fucking her. I immediately stopped – worrying I might infect her. I jerked off with her juice around my cock and cleaned her up, then the stall. I think her orgasming affected her digestive system. That was quite an experience to realize how lusty I could get her. She crapped all over me. An an incredible mess I guess I caused?
I never had anal intercourse with her BTW. I don’t think she would have found that pleasurable and all I wanted to do was please. If she never invited me to fuck her, I never would have. I was entirely content just to brush her out, pet her, sometimes hug her. Maybe I should have stuck with just that, rather than breaking the laws of nature.
I miss her terribly. I was with her when we put her down, I was in college then, barbiturate overdose. I did not openly cry, but I had tears streaming down my face. I helped bury her. She grew to have severe medical conditions, we don’t know how old she was, but she got elderly. When I go back, I still visit her grave. My family doesn’t own the land anymore, but I have spoken with with the new landowners, and have permission. I just told them that “this area is where my favorite pet is buried”. I, of course, have not gone into this level of detail.
It’s a bitch I have to live so fucking long, outlive everything I have grown to love. I have decided that life is some sort of purgatory. This existence must be some sort of lesson, or perhaps, it’s just meaningless. I don’t know. I do know I miss my pony, and always will. I know I loved her.
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