A pony, I loved very much, seduced me at 18.
When I was relatively young, my parents bought a small pony. She was far too small to ride but was very sweet. I was far too heavy for her. She was far too small for me to ride. I have absolutely no idea why my parents bought her, and I will never ask but she became a best friend to me, from an early age.
She was adorable. She was very nice, she got along with the other animals. I was consigned to take care of her, feed her – comb her out. It takes a lot of work to have an animal. A horse or a pony is a ton of work. Work I enjoyed. I was the very rare case of a child that was a decent animal owner, but I did need help here and there.
I used to pet her, hang out with her. My parents must have known I loved her. Such a wonderful animal. I adored her. I doted on her, they must have known I just adored her. I spent a lot of time with her. I remember at 15 just hanging out with her, going over text books, just to be near her. I used to read science fiction novels in the barn, just to be near her although the lighting wasn’t always great.
One day, when I was a bit older, she “presented” to me. She was in heat. It must have happened before, I just never noticed it, but I was older at this point, and I certainly noticed it. I was old enough to know what this meant. There were no stallions around, and I’m no stallion, but I was fairly knowledgeable and willing to please her. She was exactly at my hip’s height. I was very afraid. I was extremely nervous and fearful, but I slipped two fingers into her cunt, and her tail immediately went up, flipping over. Her tail flipping over was absolutely intoxicating.
I stroked her a little bit, and she bent back, and I immediately got an erection. I had taken care of her, nurtured her years, we were great friends. I wanted to go further if she would allow it, and she did.
She was literally hot. They are a bit warmer than we are. I was so hard it was nearly painful. I never considered having sex with an animal before, but she clearly wanted and regardless of what my brain was saying, so did I. I continued to stroke her pussy, brought her to what was one orgasm, pretty certain of that – she spurted a little bit. She actually spurted, and it wasn’t urine, it was cum. That broke me down quickly. I was secluded in the barn, nobody ever went out to see me, so I decided to try to make love to her. Nobody would see us I figured, and nobody did.
I stripped myself of pants, and I edged my cock into her. I’m telling you, they are warmer than we are. It was intoxicating and I tried to go slow but as soon as I felt her heat radiating into my dick, I thrust into her. As soon as I was fully in she started to flex. They are enormously strong animals. I almost came then, but I didn’t, by some miracle. They are very warm. I already brought her to one orgasm, I wanted to make her orgasm again and I would be lying if I didn’t say I didn’t want to cum, but also, I wanted to make it last as well. I was terrified of being caught, but nobody came in, she was quite silent, I knew I was breaking rules.
I had seen horses, ponies, and cows mate before. It’s pretty short, maybe even a bit violent. I was in good shape, but I’m no stallion. I pushed into her pussy hard, and she flexed around my cock.
I pushed into her, she was very warm, and very moist. She was calm. She was in heat and wanted to be fucked. I was no stallion but I was kind, she had known me for years, and I shoved my cock into her. She couldn’t have NOT enjoyed it, because she constantly flexed around my cock. I’ve seen stallions having sex with horses, and they are “vigorous”, to say the least, so I fucked her hard, she didn’t mind. She was so much larger than I was was, I doubt I could have harmed her.
She wasn’t restricted, much less hobbled. If she wanted to get away, she could have. I wanted consent. She may have been a pony but she both outweighed me and was more muscular than I was. I didn’t want to orgasm right away, although I could feel she was cumming so I rested in her for a bit trying to calm down, and then he shifted her weight. To feel her strength as she moved was incredible.
She wasn’t particular tight, but her muscles made up for that. I stroked into her a few more times, not many times, and blew my load right into her. When she experienced this, she convulsed around my dick. She made me cum again. I remember how she bent down, that accentuated it. I fucked her several (that’s an understatement) times, and I learned to able to withhold in time. I loved to make her hit orgasm. She always tried to draw me to immediate orgasm, I wanted to make her hit a height.
I only had sex with her when she was in heat, but the sex was awesome. When she had an orgasm, it was incredible. I almost had to hold her up as she bent down. Most times she would orgasm before I did and when she orgasmed, it was bliss, and I did nearly have to hold her up to finish, but this was rare. Her orgasm almost always caused mine.
And it wasn’t just sex either. I used to hang out with her in the pasture. It’s a myth that horses don’t lie down, this pony did. I just liked to pet her when she was lying down. If you saw me at that age with her, you’d see it as complete innocence, and really it was. I loved her very much. I miss her. I will always miss her.
She was playful, mischievous, probably she was seductive. She seduced me, that’s for certain.
I got better at pleasuring her over time. I would stroke her tits as I was fucking her, and they would engorge. I got entirely over her back and would pet her tits as I thrusted into her hot warm moist cunt, and her pussy was flexing around my cock. I wanted to give her the height of pleasure. You cannot be rough in that sensitive area, it was LIGHTLY stroking her. If I ever pissed her off, I knew she could pretty easily break my ribs with a single kick. Probably could have broken a femur.
When I was a kid going through “religious training”, I was told in no uncertain terms animals do not possess a soul. That’s total bullshit. If they don’t have a soul, we don’t either. Maybe this existence is all we have. Make the best time of it.
I may be a pervert, but I’m a very kind one. Life can be hard enough without heaping problems on top of it. My best memories of her are NOT the sex, although that was incredible, it was combing her out and just interacting with her. She was a wonderful friend, and a wonderful lover. I knew her for most of my life until she had to be put down. I won’t go into it, but it was mercy. That was the first time I actually experienced despair. It was agony. I was with her when she died. I owed her that. Every animal I’ve been forced to euthanize, I have been with then as they died.
I’ve done a lot of work in… without getting specific, animal ownership. That pony was the only one that seduced me into sex. Funny what you will do when you are young and experimenting. The absolute worst thing about having a pet of any sort, is euthanasia. It seems so selfish, but I’ve seen debilitating cancers, organ malfunctions causing pain you know can’t be fixed, extreme old age. I’ve had to put down more animals than I want to remember. It’s love and tragedy that sticks with you. I know what bittersweet is, directly.
It’s almost a cruelty we live so long. I have to live with both painful and wonderful memories for another 30 years. It’s baggage and it weighs me down. I know people with parrots and other exotic birds who inherited their animals from friends and parents. I wouldn’t want that either, I don’t trust any other person with my pets.
I’m doing long term dog sitting now. You know what my morning is like? When I wake up, the dog comes to me and I’ll call them up to the bed with me, and we cuddle for a few minutes. They (I’m not going to specify the sex), always wakes up before me. I convinced my friend to adopt this dog, as it was in a very bad situation. Part of the deal is I have to train and pacify, I needed to make certain this dog wasn’t dangerous and then, encourage the dog to be affectionate and loving. Mission complete. The beast is a giant teddy bear now. My friend has little kids, I hope they aren’t selfish with the dog. I take this dog everywhere with me, every now and then a parent will point out the dog, and I will invite the kid to pet it. This dogs LOVES children. Very gentle. A few kids just gave the dog a hug and that tail goes wild. I’ve had a few dogs naturally like this, now I can create them – but maybe that’s delusion, maybe he’s just naturally like this. I can’t know.
That’s the great thing about animals. They are very open and honest. Animals can be guarded with you, but they are never dishonest. They don’t play mind games, they don’t mess with you at all. They are very direct, and very logical. People… they are all messed up. People will create “drama” just because they are bored. There is too much insanity in our species and I’m sick of it. I am tired of people.
The best part is affection in life. I may be a dirty filthy pony fucker, and I cannot deny it, but I’m gentle and kind. My absolutely best memories is gaining trust, fixing damage that FUCKING humans have done, and being kind.
I do not think I ever abused my pony either. When she orgasmed, she almost always made me orgasm. I never restricted her, never constrained her in any way. If she wanted to get away, she could. When I had sex with her, stroking her tits, she would sometimes shove back on me. We’d get a rhythm going. Two short strokes in, and she would flex around me.
I kind of wish I never fucked her. I have a tendency to overthink things, I loved her – I hope she never thought I was simply using her. She was so nice just to hang out with. I guess she was my first love, and maybe I poisoned it with sex.
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