Author: Virgil Black
Title: Ponyboy
Summary: A college sophomore enjoys her harmless fetish.
Keywords: MF, pett, oral

I don't know anything about the actual ponygirl/boy scene, so I just made this stuff up, which I'm pretty sure is not an actual reflection of normal pony play, if there is such a thing. Fetishists please don't hate me.

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PONYBOY

My girlfriend is strange.

I don't mean nerdy strange. I mean sexually strange  - uh,
kinky. Case in point: She likes to pretend I'm her pony.

Let me back up a little, and I'll set up the story.

My girlfriend's name is Lisa Chang. She's a sexy, petite Chinese
girl ("Chinese-American!" she corrects me every time). She has
the best ass and these sweet little tits with nipples that, like,
are pokey all the time. We're both sophomores at UCLA. Her
parent's are bigtime wealthy, so she is too. She has her own
sweet apartment near campus (which is great, because we get to do
it whenever and where ever we want! More on that in a minute), a
Lexus coupe, designer clothes. The whole rich girl thing. She's
cool, though. She's not stuck up at all, and makes friends with
everybody. So she's great, right?

And she is great, and it's cool being her boyfriend, except the
pony thing is a little weird.

It's not like she thought up the whole thing at once. Hell, it
started out one night when we were watching TV and she thought I
needed a bath because I hadn't cleaned up after playing
basketball. Next thing, we're naked and she's sponging me down in
the shower, getting us both all worked up. Anyway, she's added to
the scene a piece at a time, so it gets more and more complex,
and she gets hotter and hotter.

It's not every time we have sex, either, which is cool. But when
she's in the right mood or something, she calls me up and when I
get over to her place and let myself in, she's wearing her
English riding outfit. You know what I mean. White tights, field
boots, black blazer, helmet. Even a riding crop! She looks
totally cute (the pants make her ass look amazing) but it creeps
me out a little. I know what she wants, so I start to strip off
my clothes. She waits 'til I am totally naked (no socks, even)
and then walks over to me, pulling a couple of sugar cubes from
her pocket.

"How's Dusty today?" She asks. Yes, Dusty is my pony name. "How's
my big boy?" I don't say anything, because I am, like, a pony,
and they don't talk. I take the sugar from her palm with my lips,
and I nibble her there a little. She likes that, and gives a
small shudder.

"You wanna go for a ride with me Dusty?" I usually whiny at this
point, and stamp my foot. "Good boy!" she tells me and she fits a
bridle she bought online or had specially made over my head. We
used to use a shoelace she had laying around, but we've upgraded.
She tightens the buckles (it doesn't hurt or anything) and
grabbing the reins, she circles around to my left and jumps up on
me, piggy-back style. I grab under her butt so she is sort of
sitting on my locked hands, she tightens her legs around my
sides, and she says "Ho!" and I started trotting around her
apartment. It's great that she lives alone, right? She leads me
around with the reins, and when she wants to go faster she raises
the crop and I start "galloping" around. This goes on for ten
minutes or so, I'm getting tired of carrying her, and at this
point I start to wonder what the people who live downstairs must
be thinking. But then I feel her pussy, which is rubbing against
my back the whole time, start to get hot, and I know we are
almost done with this part.

She leads me back to the stable (the bathroom), dismounts, and
leads me inside this giant shower with glass walls she has. She
ties my reins to a towel hook on the wall. There's a bucket full
of soapy water with a sponge inside. She starts soaping me down,
asking if I like being clean (again, I don't say anything because
I am a pony) and acting really sweet to me. She starts on my back
and works down my sides, then does my arms and my legs. The whole
time I'm bent over with my hands on my knees. This can strain
your back, believe me!

Her clothes usually start to get kind of wet, so she says, "Oh!
I'm getting wet! I'll better take off my coat to keep it dry,"
and she does. She's not wearing anything underneath, so her
sweet, pointy tits are jiggling around and brushing against me. I
know she drags her hard little nipples over my ass on purpose as
she reaches around. Despite the weirdness, it's around this point
that I start to get hard. She pretends not to notice, at first,
and says she must dry me off now or I will get chills. She grabs
a hand towel and starts rubbing at my skin, taking up the water.
When she finally dries her way down to my ankles, she looks up
and pretends to notice my hard cock for the first time. "Oh," she
says, "you must like that!" and she giggles like a little girl.
"Let's brush you down now and get your coat all soft and shiny."
She grabs a soft brush off the shelf and starts brushing me from
my back down to my legs (this part feels really nice!). She keeps
stealing glances at my cock, and I'm starting to get a little
anxious, if you know what I mean, and I kind of shimmy from side
to side and stamp my feet. She finishes off by brushing my hair,
which feels really nice too.

"Oh dear!" she says. "Your condition hasn't changed, has it boy?"
I whinny. "Maybe I could help you a little bit," she wonders. She
looks around, pretending to check whether there is anyone else
around. "We have the stable all to ourselves, I think, she says.
"You want me to touch it?" I nod and stamp. "You do, don't you? I
want to, but I don't know if I should." She pretends to be torn.
"Well, one little feel won't hurt," she says, and she reaches for
my cock with her left hand (because she's standing on my left
side).

She slides her hand lightly down my cock "Oh, it's so hot,
Dusty." She keeps sliding her fingers lightly back and forth. "My
God, it's so big!" It's not, I'm pretty normal - I looked it up
on the Internet. She's just pretending. I stamp around and shake
my head. "You like that, Dusty? Does it feel good on your big old
stallion cock?" She asks me. She's rubbing me harder now, her
grip is more firm. "Wow," she says, "It feels so hot! Don't they
every let you play with the fillies, Dusty? I bet they don't.
Those meanies." She's stroking me good now, and I'm trying not to
come yet. Her right hand is cupping my balls and she rolls them
around. "God! These are huge too! I bet you have a lot of juice
up in them, huh Dusty?" I stamp and whinny some more. I'm going
to come soon, and she knows it.

So she stops. She always stops. "That's enough, sweet baby," she
says and she takes her hands away. "Let's put you away." I stomp
and whinny and shake my head, putting on a big show. "Come on
now, boy," she fishes a cube out of her coat pocket, which she is
putting back on. "Be a good boy. You want a cube?" I push her
hand away from my face with my nose and turn away from her. See,
I'm pretending I'm a pony that's mad at her for giving me blue
balls! "Dusty!" she cries, "I can't do what you want, it would be
wrong." I'm still pouting. She pretends to think it over. "Well,
you don't know what's wrong do you? You just love me, right? And
I love you, and I guess that makes it all right," she says.

"You want me to make you squirt, boy?" I nod my head and whinny.
Now I'm trying to be a happy pony. "Okay," she looks around,
"Let's do it." She grabs my cock again (I'm still rock hard, of
course) and strokes my side with her right hand. The she starts
stroking my cock, and I stamp around and try to pull away.
"What's wrong, boy?" she asks me. I don't answer, but keep trying
to pull away. "You don't like my hand? Is it too dry?" I stamp
and nod. She thinks it over.

"I could lick you, boy. Would that work?" I nod and whinny
happily. So she takes her jacket off again and gets down on her
knees next to me. Her white pants get wet on the shower floor.
"Be careful Dusty," she warns me, "Don't step on me!" She crawls
under me and I stamp around nervously a little bit. "Okay, boy,
here I go." She grabs my cock with her right hand, and holds it
in front of her mouth. Her tongue comes out and she licks the
length of my dick from base to head. It feels really good! "You
like that?" she asks, and I stay really still. She does it again,
and again, and now her left hand is inside her riding pants,
rubbing her pussy. "C,mon boy, c,mon," she whispers, "Gimme your
come, boy." She's breathing hard and sometimes pops the head of
my cock in her mouth after licking up the shaft. "Oh, I'm close,
too, boy. Come for me now!" She whispers, and I do, trying to
time it so I come when the tip of my cock is near her face. When
my come splashes on her (usually I have a lot, I don't know why!)
she starts coming herself. When we finish, she slumps down on the
shower floor and I reach up and untie my reins.

I usually pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom,
(sometimes we stay in the bathroom - I like to watch her face in
the mirror as I fuck her from behind!) and I fuck the hell out of
her after I make her suck me hard again. At this point in the
evening, I get to do her anyway I want - mouth, pussy, ass - and
she just keeps coming and coming. The only limit is she wants to
keep her boots on, which means I have to fuck her with her pants
around her knees. This makes for some interesting positions, I'll
tell you. She likes it hard, and we go until I am covered in
sweat and can't keep it up anymore. She's down for the count by
then, so I go shower up. When I'm clean I make some tea, I check
on her, and wake her up so she can have some. She's totally
fucked out and blissful, which is cool.

Anyway, this is a kind of weird scene, right? I'm pretty happy
with the sex part, but being a pony is strange. Since I'm giving
her what she wants, I wonder if maybe she could give me a little
something, too. I know there is this cute blonde girl, Maggie,
that she studies with...