Pony "Stud" Part One
A break from dragons featuring my main character Kalan and an abrasive young pony stallion. I'm also mean and stopped at the good part. Part two will be coming up soon.
This will be an ongoing story, got suggestions? Fire away in the comments! I may just pick one to put the little 'stud' through.
**********
Vanir jerked and yelped in shocked surprise when the smack firmly hit against his cheek, his ears went back and he stumbled a few places. The cheek reddened and warming from the sudden and surprising blow. The doe in front of him glared from over her muzzle and he tried to glare right back, that had been one of his best pick up lines! His friend had helped him pick it out especially, and he rubbed his cheek gingerly before shifting on his small shod hooves.
"What are ya? Crazy? I mean I'm offerin' ya alla this." He spreads his arms and gestures to himself meaningfully.
The young pony was barely into his teens, and was definitely not the ideal stallion. From the thick shock of dark black hair that kept flopping into his eyes, to his slightly curved dappled body and his swishing tail, he looked more like a childs pet then something a female might lust after. At the moment he was wearing artfully done short shorts that clung to his slightly muscular upper legs and with a roll of her eyes the doe just left without a word. But the look she gave him made his cheeks flush hotly, he'd been trying all night, and last weekend too. He'd done everything right, well everything right according to his book.
With a sigh the pony clambered onto a bar stool and pulled out the small book "101 Surefire Ways to Pick Up a Mare". The author had said it was the definitive guide on what mares wanted, but so far he'd struck out with every one. From appearing more confident and worldly to taking the dominant route. He'd been laughed at, slapped, mocked, and twice almost beaten up by the girls boyfriends. From his point of view his life couldn't look more bleak, so he started flipping through the pages trying to fin exactly the right trick to getting himself a girl!
~~~~~~~~
Kalan sat at a table, far away and in the dark of the room while he enjoyed the lazy music coming from the band. His head swaying to it lightly, but his eyes were all on the small dappled fellow. They had been all night. Watching him strike out time after time, until the stallion started to make private bets with himself on who he'd go after next. It was only after the doe had shot him down that he saw his chance, read the droop of the ears and tails, the frantic flipping through a well worn book. Oh yes, the little fellow really was beautiful in his own way.
The dark being leaned forward and his eyes slide along the younger form with appreciation and most importantly lust. The way the hips had that curve that was so often seen on mares, spreading out to a round curved ass and the thick spill of the tail. Even the lads head was made like a mares! A soft sweetly curved muzzle, thick supple lips and dark liquid brown eyes that peeped out from under his mane. A flick of a pink tongue ran along Vanir's lips while he studied and the stallion let out a sound more then half purr in his throat. This one would be his by the rising of the sun. It was too sweet a prize to risk getting away, so he stood up with a creak of leather and advanced on the hapless creature.
*************
Vanir kept studying his book with his brow furrowed and shifting uncomfortably, he'd read it a hundred times. He had to be missing something! Perhaps he'd missed the fact that it was nothing more then a gag-gift his friends had given him. It was right there on the back should he turn it over and bother looking at the print, but he was too taken with the idea that he was going to have a girl. One way or another!
"My.. And what's a young stallion like yourself doing without a lady attached to your arm?" The voice that reached his ears made him shiver automatically, it was dark and deep. He could almost feel it and he jerked his eyes up and almost dropped his book.
"Huh? Well ya know, between girls right now. Had to take a break from the ladies, they're always pesterin' me!"
Vanir arched his neck trying to echo an adult stallions crest and flashed a grin as he spun his lies. Not even realizing how utterly silly they sounded and he looked up and his smile faltered. He was staring up at a creature that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. The stallion was easily six feet tall, but he wasn't all muscle and sinew like the giant work horses. If anything he had a slender androgynous look, lean and strong as if whatever work outs he did do, they never involved lifting weights. Behind the stranger a long leonine tail curled and twisted, the tuft flicking in the air so that he automatically raised his eyes to see the unicorns horn. There was no horn, just a patch of scarred flesh under his mane where maybe a horn had been, but there wasn't a horn in sight. And he found himself almost falling into a pair of crimson eyes, as mad as a goshawks with no black pupile only a darker pool of red.
"Such a horrible fate, young lad. Abused and chased to ground by women who only wish to work their wiles upon you." That deep voice echoed in his ears, it sounded like a purring voice or a growl and it made him uncomfortable. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kalan. The humble owner of this establishment."
~~~~~~~~~~~
The fallen unicorn watched the boy squirm and fidget, shifting so the creak of his leather pants could be heard. The darting eyes, the way he gawked at where his horn had once been. Oh so very lovely. His nostrils flared open to suck in the air, tasting the tang of sweat, liquor and beneath that the warm musk of the little pony. As he spoke his eyes went to the goat serving the bar, narrowing slightly and flicking down to the boys cup meaningfully before drawing back to the nervous creature. His lips parted to show very white teeth in the midst of his dark muzzle before laughing until his chest rumbled and Vanir squeaked before squirming and pipes up an answer.
"Uhh Vanir, I'm Vanir. Just here to do my duties to the ladies you know. I'm kinda something of a stud to them, only pony stud around. Most of the others are gay." He states firmly with a touch of homophobia. Kalan's eyes hooded slightly and weighed the words for a moment.
"Indeed. Well you will find many beautiful women in my club if those are to your tastes." He picked up his glass, the liquor gleaming amber in the light as beads of moisture clung to the edges, "A toast then, Vanir. To the lovely ladies you'll meet this evening."
"Cheers!"
The pony had fumbled for his drink, grasping at it and the stallion noticed with some amusement it was a particularly vibrant shade of green and more sugar then actual drink. So young, so innocent. He dutifully tipped back his own drink, rolling the taste of spiced rum upon his tongue, savoring it with a sigh. Though his eyes keenly followed the swallow the pony took and then Kalan took a slow bow over one leg.
"Good wishes to your wandering, Vanir." He murmured softly before turning on a cloven hoof and walking away. His bar man knew what to do when he had his eyes on a prize.
******************
Vanir groaned, his entire head was foggy. He could hear muffled sounds and for some reason his tongue was try and felt fuzzy in his mouth. He moved his lips a little and tried to wet them with his thick tongue, prying open his eyes one at a time to see a room that appeared blurry. He squinted and snorted a little trying to focus on the low lights, everything seemed to be black or red or dark brown, but the shapes weren't quite sharp enough to make out. He winced as his head was aching a little and moved to sit up but something was pressing on his chest! He pushed up again and went to pull his arms in but they were stretched out above his head and he could feel something wrapping around both of his wrists.
"Wha..H-hey." He managed to get out and pulled at his legs, they too were held down and he could feel something above either hoof. Restraints? "Hey!"
"Sleeping beauty awakes for his Prince." The voice came to his ears, carrying with it a purr that made him squirm. He remembered that voice, another horse? No unicorn? No not really a unicorn. His mind wouldn't focus.
"Lemme up!" He shrilled out and twisted his head around, his ears pinning flat against his head as his vision started to clear up.
"Mmm no I don't believe I will, while I enjoy a good hunt I find that it's far more satisfying at times to have bound prey." Kalan answered and there was a click of hooves on the ground as he seemed to be coming closer.
The pony twisted his head and squirmed trying to get himself free, feeling silk sheets being balled up under him with his movements. However seeing Kalan froze him. The unicorn was naked! Entirely nude, the leather pants he had been worning pulled off so that each inch of the thick sheath was visible, the black soft glans bulging slightly from the tip and seated above a pair of heavy leathery balls. The second shock was realizing his bare ass was rubbing against the silk bed, he had lost his shorts. His eyes franticly darted down as he tried to figure out if he'd had anything done, his rump wasn't sore, he didn't feel wet or anything. Oh god he did not want another male touching him that way! A burst of laughter interrupted his panic and he looked up to see Kalan sliding closer to the bed until he raised one knee to kneel on it.
"Come now, Vanir. Your virtue is intact, I'm in no mood to entertain a male this evening." The words were reassuring, but the voice, the tone, they hinted at other things. Things he didn't want to know about. Never wanted to know about.
"Then let me up! What the hell? This isn't funny!" He tried for loud and dominant, but all he got out was a higher shriller voice getting more angry.
"Let you up? Of course I won't, I can't let you up! After all you're in a dreadful state, parading around pretending that you're a male and giving the rest of us a bad name." He snorted suddenly and his voice hardened into something more cruel, "So I'm going to ensure you don't make that mistake again, Vanir."
"I am a stallion. Gods, are you fucking insane? I'm a stallion, look!" He tried to wiggle his hips to make his balls and sheath tumble back and forth, feeling the weight rubbing against his inner thighs. But the movement felt..wrong...
"Ahh poor, little mare." Kalan moved closer to him, the mad red eyes seemed to stare deeper and deeper until he twitched his eyes to the side and looked away. "I'll help you, never fear."
The voice crooned and suddenly a set of dark hands gripped his muzzle and he tried to pull away but they held firm to him. He muffled a squeal of panic and something leather was being pulled up over his head! It felt strange and buckles of metal were clicking against his cheeks while he tried to dart his head down and do something, anything to stop it from getting over him. The dappled ponys eyes widening to flash a bit of white before the fingers released his muzzle once the strange leather thing was on his head and he opened his mouth to yell protest before cold metal shoved between his lips. His tongue pushed out trying to dislodge the thing, but it stayed in place even when he pushed harder. The thick metal rod slid into the natural gape in his teeth and he darkened in a hot flush realizing Kalan was buckling him into a bridle.
"I enjoy good conversations, little mare. I do not enjoy arguments. A civil tongue is something I'm also going to teach you."
"GERROFF!" Vanir managed to get out around the bit, pushing with his tongue as the buckles were fastened along his cheek and ears and the twin reins gathered up in the dark hand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fallen unicorn didn't reply, just shifted on the bed and leaned back with one hand drawing the reins tight enough he had to raise his head up a little. Kalan looked down at the bound curvy pony and a smile twisted his lips in pleasure, the lads sheath was just about the size he expected. Which when compared to a larger stallion, was quite a bit smaller. But more importantly he looked more and more attractive as he struggled and the dapples on his cheeks darkened with the hot flush of embarrassment. The stallion wound his hand around the reins, pulling them in tighter against his hand as he leaned forward to stare straight into those dark brown eyes. His own eyes narrowing a little bit.
"Understand this, pony. The better you behave, the more likely I'll grown fond of you. The worse you behave, the more willing I'll be to share you with not so nice people as myself. There are always people who deserve a reward and many would love a pony." He gives his words a deep growling sound, almost a purr but darker, thicker more threatening and is satisfied with a widening of Vanir's eyes and a protesting muffled noise before nodding his head in understanding.
Kalan leaned back and slid his hand down along the soft chest, letting his fingers slip over either side of them as he started to trace over the small stallions chest lightly. Watching the reaction of panic come from the other equine, the rapid breath and the way he kept pushing back against the sheets as if trying to escape the touch. Muffled words coming to him and he licked the edges of his lips, flashing the pink of his tongue for a moment as his touch glides down to where the dove grey sheath was already starting to plumpen up.
"Ahh well, while you were asleep I made a small change to you, little mare." His eyes lock on the young stallions, savoring his moment as his fingers slide slowly beneath the edge of the tight dark sac. "It seems you were misborn, lacking what you needed." Then his slender fingers curled up and brushed just behind the orbs, not finding sealed flesh but a thick pair of tear shaped folds hidden there and traces along them. "I'm sure you'll agree you're much better for it.
(TO BE CONTINUED)