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A Christmas Pony (m/beast) Comments welcome
by Grr Raoul Leash. satyrs@netcom.com
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Here's my annual Christmas season story. Let me know what you think.
Should I take it any further? If so, _you_ tell me the direction.
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a
male (icon) and a male animal. If this subject offends you,
do not read further.
A Christmas Pony
Copyright 1986,1993 Grr Raoul Leash
Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow
that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the
Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom
Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each others arms,
anticipating the joyous laughter that soon would fill their Midwestern
farmhouse as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was
engrossed in thought.
Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating
effects on his family's income would not spoil their Christmas.
But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one
thing his children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids,
except his, had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able
to afford one.
Tom looked over towards Laura. He realized he was a lucky man to
have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy,
had made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His
thirteen year old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable young woman.
Without warning Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming
from the roof of the two story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to
hear the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy.
"What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a
robe. "I'll find out."
Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe.
As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the
hallway by Jimmy and Amy.
"Is that Santa?" Amy asked.
Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything."
Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was
taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his
newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with
snickers of their own.
"Come on Karate Kid. Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning while
ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair.
The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters.
"It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed.
"It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed.
"Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake
scowl on his face. "The fireplace is lit. Maybe it's an animal that got on
the roof from a nearby tree and wants to get close to the heat coming from
the chimney. It's cold outside you know."
"By the sound of it, it's a pretty *BIG* animal don't you think, Dad?"
Jimmy went back to making Karate chops again.
They huddled around the top of the staircase, crouching down to get the
full view of the roaring fire in the fireplace, wondering what the source of
the sound on the roof was going to do next.
All of a sudden the fire in the fireplace blew out with a whooshing sound.
But just as suddenly, the fire roared back to life. The four of them
gasped. There, standing in front of the fireplace, was a very large man
with a white beard dressed in a red suit, wearing gloves and a cap and
stroking the head of a magnificent pony!
"Ho ho ho," the jolly old man chuckled. "Wasn't that fun?" the man asked
the beast. The pony nodded his head up and down as if to say yes.
"That *IS* Santa," Tom whispered, bewildered.
The four people at the top of the stairs stole quick glances at each other
then just as quickly returned their gaze towards the scene that was taking
place in the living room.
"I'd better get you ready for the children," the jolly man said with a
twinkle in his eye. He moved without delay toward the far side of the
handsome animal and fell to his knees with a loud plop. The pony was
parallel to the fireplace and the big man was in between them. The reddish
orange glow cast forth from the flames complimented the rosy cheeks of the
warm-hearted man. The fire being near the floor illuminated the underside
of the well muscled beast. It was a stallion!
Santa took off his gloves, neatly folded them together, then deposited
them in one of his coat pockets. He stroked his left hand lightly along the
backside of the pony's resilient withers, periodically fingering the
steed's puckering asshole. He used his right hand to massage and knead the
pony's huge balls in small circles, like a skilled juggler handling a pair
of baseballs in one hand.
The pony responded by reeling out his monstrous cock, inch by thickening
inch. After the first four or so inches emerged from the hairless sheath,
Santa moved close to the pony's love tube. The head of the cock was still
sheathed by the cock's first fold skin.
"Ho ho! I see you trying to poke out," Santa said with a stout laugh. He
flicked his tongue around the inside of the ring of thick skin. The pony
raised his head and shook it from side to side causing his mane to wave
majestically as if flowing in an imaginary wind.
"You love it, don't you boy?" Santa asked the pony. The pony responded by
popping its cockhead out through the first fold ring and telescoping the
meaty shaft another four inches.
"A stud horse!" Laura whispered in subdued excitement.
"Yeah! Just what I really wanted for Christmas," Jimmy mused without
realizing that he was thinking out loud.
"You too?" Amy asked surprised.
Tom looked at Laura. Stunned, they both looked at the two children. They
had discussed the topic of sex with their children but only on a basic
level. They were very pleased to learn that Amy and Jimmy had taken a
healthy attitude towards sex in general and towards sex with animals in
particular.
Tom and Laura confessed that they too wanted to have a sex horse. But
they were afraid of what the children might think if they'd ever found out.
"Don't worry Mom and Dad. I've wanted one for a couple of years now. You
see this won't go away half the time," Jimmy said pointing to the big lump
in his pajamas. "And you and Mom won't allow Amy or me to have human sex
until we're eighteen. I fully understand your reasons why. So that's when
I came up with the idea of having sex with animals. I can learn about sex,
have a great time at it and won't get some girl pregnant."
"Me too!" chimed Amy. Amy blushed realizing not all of what Jimmy said
applied to her--that girls can't get girls pregnant. The others chuckled.
"You know what I mean. One of the girls at school has a pony that she fucks
with all the time and she doesn't worry about getting knocked up by the
horse--'cause animals can't get humans pregnant." Again Tom looked stunned
at Laura. But they shrugged their shoulders in unison. After all, Amy had
become a level-headed young woman and deserved the freedom to express
herself in the way she saw appropriate for the occasion.
"Jimmy, are you disappointed that it's a male pony?" asked Tom.
"Heck no, Dad. Sex is sex. Just 'cause some people are narrow-minded to
think that their sexual orientation is the only way to go, doesn't mean that
they're right. I'd love to suck on a cock just as well as fuck a pussy any
day."
Again Tom looked at Laura. This time Laura turned the corners of her
mouth down in a matter-of-fact kind of expression. "My, how our children
have grown," she said then laughed.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh," Tom whispered with his index finger sticking straight up
in front of his puckered lips. He couldn't hold back a chuckle himself.
"Let's watch."
At first the horsecock continued its great arc downward for an additional
four inches--a total of twelve inches so far.
The pony's cock pulsed rhythmically up and down in unison with the
stallion's own heartbeat. The shaft grew thicker and stiffer with each
passing second.
Santa removed his right hand from the stallion's balls. He grasped the
underside of the stallion's exceptionally thick cockshaft at the first fold
between the entrance to the sheath and the first fold ring. Santa's large
hand was unable to fully encircle the horsecock. About a third of the
circumference was still exposed.
Santa pushed the thick wrinkly skin back towards the sheath making the
loose skin between his hand and the cock tip taut. The pony was excited by
this and flexed the thick muscles in the cockshaft making it jerk and slap
against his firm belly and chest.
Tom was pleasantly surprised that the pony was well cared for. He knew
this by the way the sparkling glow of the fire reflected off the shaft of
the clean cock. If the cock weren't clean it wouldn't have been shiny.
Santa relieved the tension and allowed the cock to droop again. But it
drooped only slightly this time. Santa reapplied the tension two more
times. After the last time, the cock stood extremely rigid. Even from a
distance everyone could see the muscled ridges that bulged out from beneath
the tight stretched skin encasing the pony's massive horsecock. Santa's
seductions had caused the already monstrous cock to lengthen another three
inches to a whopping total of fifteen inches! It vibrated gloriously above
the floor and mostly parallel to it but with a slight curve upward. The tip
of the horsecock lightly brushed against the pony's chest.
Santa removed his left hand from the stallion's flanks and scooted
sideways towards the pony's front legs. He took off his cap stuffing it
into an empty pocket and then positioned himself under the pony so that his
back was supported by the pony's front legs and the pony's cock was directly
in front of his face.
"Ho ho ho," Santa bellowed, his mouth now the right size and shape to suck
the pony's cock deep inside. Santa moved his head and torso forward an inch
or two and stuffed the fist-sized tip of horsecock into his mouth. He
slowly continued his head and torso movement forward, pivoting at the waist.
Inch after solid inch of extremely thick horsecock continued its moist
journey into Santa's well stretched mouth, the tip scraping his palate and
flattening his tongue. Four burning inches vanished before the forward
movement of Santa's head had stopped, the fist-sized tip pressing menacingly
at the back of his mouth and to the entrance of his throat. The pony's cock
bent slightly as Santa applied extra forward pressure with his head forcing
the cockhead into his stretching throat. He continued the relentless
pressure bending the steely rod even more. Santa slowly moved his torso
forward in a large arc while adjusting his head so that the pathway from
mouth to throat became a straight line. All of a sudden the pressure was
relieved and the meaty piece of horseflesh snapped straight as nine solid
inches jammed into Santa's oversized mouth and throat. The dilated tip
forced its way past the voice box and Adam's apple while pausing at the very
entrance to Santa's chest itself! The rosy cheeks of Santa appeared almost
red as his breathing was cut off. But then a startling thing happened:
Santa relaxed his throat in such a way that he was again able to breath
around the impaling slab of horsemeat. He inhaled deeply, expanded his
chest to incredible proportions, then reached out and tapped the stallion on
the balls. The pony raised his head and shook it again. His tail stood at
attention like a flag waving on a staff, his balls disappeared up into his
body, followed immediately by a downward thrust of his pelvis. A muffled
sound came from deep within Santa's chest. The family members choked as
they saw all fifteen inches of horsecock vanish into Santa's swelling mouth,
throat and stomach! Santa's nose invaded the space formed between the
pony's abdomen and the cockshaft within the sheath, the top of Santa's head
tickling the pony's belly in the process. Still breathing, Santa savored
the uniquely animalistic aroma coming from within the pony's sheath.
The pony raised his haunches vertically. The strength of his mighty cock
was enough to lift the large man about an inch off the floor. Realizing his
mistake the pony gently lowered Santa to the floor making sure not to hurt
him.
The pony tried again. But this time in such a way as to pull his cock out
and not lift Santa. The pony slowly exposed half of his spit-slickened love
tube then abruptly jammed it all back in again. He repeated the action six
more times then left his sex weapon buried to the hilt on the last stroke.
The pony's flanks quivered and his tail waved to and fro as the blissful
steed came violently, planting his scalding hot seed directly into Santa's
stomach. But Santa didn't want to drink all of the pony's horsecum, for he
knew that the family was watching him. He'd staged this exhibition
especially for their benefit. After all, he is Santa and Santa knows all.
Santa tapped the pony on the knees and the pony instantly pulled his cock
out half way, the well lubricated shaft spasming with radiant energy. Santa
sat upright dislodging the stallion's cock from his mouth with a loud squishy
sound. The fist-sized tip, now free, flared to over five inches in diameter
while horsecum hosed Santa's face and beard.
Eagerly, Santa drank the remainder of the stallion's cum. He held the
twitching piece of horseflesh as still as possible while directing the
forceful jets of tasty horsecum into his still gaping mouth.
When the last of the horsecum shot into Santa's mouth, Santa gulped it
down while smacking his lips several times. Santa worked the dripping
horsecum on his face into the exposed flesh. It gave his skin a healthy
glow. The pony again stood normally while the flared hood of his cock
shrank and the shaft drooped once more.
Santa grabbed the rapidly deflating cock and licked it all over. He
turned and smiled as he looked up the stairs where the sexually electrified
Streamer family was watching.
"Ho ho ho! Take very good care of my boy here! Merry sex-mas to you
all!" he boomed. The fire went out again for a brief moment and once more
re-ignited.
Santa was gone but the magnificent steed remained, his head turned towards
the family. Tom, Laura, Jimmy and Amy each swore they saw a smile on that
pony's face!
The End