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From: an22829@anon.penet.fi (Grr Raoul Leash)
Subject: A Christmas Pony (m(icon)/ma) (Grr)
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1993 15:55:36 GMT

			   A Christmas Pony
			  (m(icon)/ma) (Grr)
		 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 will
fill the 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 this
Christmas for his children. 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 then 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 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. "Let's 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 bodies 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 towards 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 ass muscles,
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 the cockhead out through the first fold ring and
telescoping the meaty shaft another four inches.

	"A sex 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 horse cock 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 horse
cock. 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 re-applied 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 horse cock. 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 horse
cock 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 horse
cock into his mouth. He slowly continued his head and torso movement
forward, pivoting at the waist. Inch after solid inch of extremely
thick horse cock 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 horse cock
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 horse cum, 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 horse cum 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 horse cum into his still gaping
mouth.

	When the last of the horse cum shot into Santa's mouth, Santa
gulped it down while smacking his lips several times. Santa worked the
dripping horse cum 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