Pony "Stud" Part Two
Part Two-
Sorry it was broken up, but I hadn't posted anything in a while and I had just finished the first part before moving to the second.
Actually finished this on the same day I posted the first part, whoohoo! Also, while this features a herm, I suck at remembering hir, shi and what not so I kept it to a male point of view.
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Vanir jerked suddenly when Kalan's fingers touched behind his balls, tracing the heavy orbs and he didn't feel them touching his balls. There was something else, he didn't know what it was but it felt sensitive. The finger rubbing up and down against some place that was making him start to press back against the bed and he squealed out around the bit. Shaking his head back and forth and tried to pull himself back away from the touch before he felt pressure. He stared own into the Fallen Unicorns eyes as they watched him and his own grew wide when the pressure parted something behind his balls and pressed upwards against the nub of his newly formed clit.
"So shocked..." The voice purred at him, full of strange promises and worse ideas.
"Wha' ish DAT?!" He managed to get around the bit, his ears darkened as he drooled on himself and tried to suck in a breath.
The dark unicorn never answered, just started to rub. It felt....good. No it felt more then good, he could feel muscles he didn't have before tightening up and clenching in reaction as the finger trailed up and down. Brushing over the dusky folds until he balled his fists up and arched against the bed with mute protest of the treatement, he'd never reacted like this to anything. The tingles of pleasure were running through him and he sucked in a breath as the muscles suddenly contracted and then winked, flaring open his newly formed cunny to flash the darker red inner lining and clit before snugging down again.
"SHTOP!" He tried frantically, looking down and watching as his cock started to push out from it's sheath, the plump pink tip and mottled girth running up along his belly while the stallion played with him.
He bit his lower lip, and the fingers kept playing with him. He felt one rubbing up against his clit and swirling around it until he whinnied out and jerked his hips backwards a few inches and the restraints stretched to hold him in place. His nostrils flared as he sucked in rapid breaths and he couldn't help but start to enjoy a rich scent on the air, thick and tangy that made his cock spill out faster and further along his stomach. Oh that scent! Beautiful, wonderful, it was filling his nose with each breath and he started to breath faster. His eyes closing and his upper lip peeling back to suck it in, and without thinking ground his hips up against the fingers pushing against him. Feeling the touch flutter over his clit.
"Mmm..so you enjoy the scent of your own heat, little mare?" The purring voice interrupted his heady thoughts and he let out a squeaking squeal of protest. I know one you'll like even more.
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Kalan watched as Vanir seemed to lose himself in the need of the moment, the want of a mare in heat. A shame it was his own heat he was smelling, but the reactions were just what he wanted. He savored the pony's twisting and flehmaning response, the way he started to harden and thicken from his sheath. In truth his own shaft was dropping already, ebony flesh wrinkled at first and soft, but filling out rapidly towards the bed. With his free hand he reached down to rub along his tip, stroking himself and squeezing until the first clear bead of precum drooled out stickily onto his fingers before moving it up. He watched the panic go through Vanir's face a moment before the fingers rolled just beneath his nose and left the glittering wetness smeared there just between his nostrils.
His other hand now held wetness as well, the mare folds drooled slickly against his fingers and he snorted slightly clearing his head of that heady scent. Oh he was a marvelous pony, and a virgin. He may have had his horn ripped from him, but he was a unicorn. A twisted evil unicorn to be sure, but still a unicorn. The sweet trusting lure of a virgin could tame and mellow his purer kin, let them lay down and rest their heads in her lap. But not him. He lusted after them, the sweet tang of broke virginity, the first clench of their walls, the feel of his cock being the first to claim their body. Even thinking it the stallion grew harder until the heavy slap of his cock could be heard hitting against his chest and stomach and he started to shift his way higher up along his captive.
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Vanir froze when the fingers rubbed up along his upper lip, smearing something clingy and viscous and his first thought was one of disgust. But then the scent hit him. It was thick and musky, almost salty smelling as he drew in a deep breath of it, barely letting it out before he sucked in another, and another. It was like some sort of drug to him, he started to shake all over and writhe against the bed. Feeling something slippery sliding against the crease of his ass his newly made cunny begain letting out slick hot juices and all too soon he felt a burst of shame when his cock tip started leaking against his chest in eager arousal. He tried to concentrate, to get around that scent. But it was there, and every breath he took just made him want more!
Suddenly his reins were gripped hard and his head tugged down towards Kalan, his eyes wide and somewhat glazed with foreign need and want that kept entering his mind and body and looked into those dark red eyes. The lips were curved back in a snarl and the light in his eyes was frightening, full of lust and thoughts the pony couldn't comprehend and wasn't sure he wanted too. He tried jerkign back but the fist balled the reins up so he was being held closer to the jaw and was forced to look down and see his own mottled hard cock. But worse he could see the dark spire that jutted out from the slender bodied stallion, the tip drooling out precum and he shrieked out a sound of panic.
"Stop that!" The voice snarled to him.
He couldn't, he wouldn't, he was not going to let this happen! His body twisted and jerked against the restraints that held him at ankles and wrists, fought against the bridle that was gripping his head. He wanted to kick and strike out, throw the other stallion off. His body had other ideas, he could scent his own arousal and want, felt the way his coat started to gloss with a slight nervous sheen of sweat as the dark form was looming over him like some sort of night mare. The weight on the bed shifted under him, creaking slightly before he felt the thick tip rubbing up against his balls, jostling and tumbling them so he groaned out.
"Ohh yes, struggle, little mare. Squeal and cry for me." A voice hissed so close that his eyes snapped open a few inches from the dark stallions. "I do love a struggle."
He glared hatefully at Kalan, the creature that had trapped him like this, but the glare waivered. It turned to panic as he felt the cock tip dipping lower and pushing up against those winking slippery folds, something warm and viscous drooling out and spilling over them so that he shrieked again in a high pitched frightened sound. He saw how large that was, it wasn't going to fit, it couldn't fit! The thick male musk was thicker now that the male was pressing down over him, the reins gripped so that his head was tucked down almost against his chin and watching the grith nudging under his balls. The pony felt the pressure build and start to pry him open and there was a panicked moment as he met the others eyes.
"Deep breath now, little mare." Kalan's voice was husky and deep with need and lust, the sort of voice he had never wanted to hear on another male. Ever.
Vanir felt the stretching first, almost too much as he was pried open and his legs jerked in reaction, his wetness spreading out over the dark cock as it spilled out more precum against him and he had just a moment to brace himself as he saw the muscles of the hips tense up. The thrust forward made him let out an equine squeal of shock and pain as he felt the cock driving into him, spreading him open in one harsh movement. It was too much, too big, too thick and he almost felt himself ripped open. He did feel something rip, something tear from the thick crown as his virginity was torn from him, and the slickness that slid out was tinged pink until the stallion drove himself up all the way to mash up against the cervix. Grinding there as heavy balls slapped against his ass. His dark brown eyes teared up slightly in reaction to the harsh claiming of his body.
The pony's muscles clenched down in reaction, spasming around the dark spire as he shuddered and panted, his body shaking beneath the fallen unicorn in shock and confusion before the hips started to draw back. His back rose upwards beneath Kalan, dwarfed under the taller male as the pulling length tugged and stroked strange places inside of him that were partially pleasurable and partially painful. Then the hips slammed back in a rough thrust that made him let out a squealing little sound again and his body spasmed.
Kalan darted his head down and gripped the reins suddenly with his teeth, so close that the hot wash of the stallions breath ran over the smaller daintier muzzly and one hand moved to the ponys side while the other reached down to suddenly wrap around the mottled cock. Squeezing the tip so he couldn't stop the soft moan of pleasure and the hips started to move in long hard thrusts against him. He could feel the wetness being pulled out of him, drooling along the crease of his ass, mixed with the precum the stallion was drooling inside of him almost constantly, the lewd wet noises squishing together as the dark hips came down. The pain gradually started to fade away, Vanir almost wished it hadn't.
His heartbeat was thundering in his ears, pounding and thudding as he felt the pleasure growing. The instinctive need and want for this, a need so old it was animalistic and he couldn't stop the twitch of his hips that lifted upwards. His ears burning with humiliation as he thrusts up into the hand wrapped around him, only letting the stallion in deeper so that each thrust mashes harder against his cervix, he could feel that barrier being bruised and ground up against while he twisted and writhed against the bed. His lips parting open as he struggled to breath, the aching pain gone or at least so mixed with pleasure he couldn't feel it and he started to make short cries.
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Kalan's form was like a shadow, rippling and thrusting harder, faster. The tip filling out so that a hot splatter of thick pre coated against the cervix before he drew out and could feel his medial ring pulling free before thrusting forward again. The scent of lost innocence on the air so thick it made him wild and triumphant, he could see the pony reacting. The embarrassment on his face as he started to push upwards into the unicorns hands, and Kalan made sure to squeeze and grip and tease him. He didn't just want to rape the little fellow, he wanted his newest prize to enjoy it. Want it. Need it. He might just keep this one the way things where going.
Each clench of the untrained muscles made him groan out, rumbling and hurring to himself when they plucked around him just right so that his balls were constantly slapping up aganist the curved dappled rump. His tail lashed behind him roughly, snapping in the air as he shortened his pace and started to to just let a few inches pull out before slamming back in again. The birth canal strained so tight around him he was surprised Vanir hadn't torn around him, so beautifully and wonderfully tight and wet. He'd never had a mare that'd managed to get this slick, so that each thrust was like gliding through silk. Hot, wet, needy silk that moaned out under him helplessly.
He might have lasted longer had the little pony not been so tight, not made such lovely squeals, or the feel of the mottled cock not started to strain against his hand as the tip begain to flare. But the combination was a heady thing and he arched his neck and tugged his head back, forcing the reins to tighten and the pony's head to raise as he felt his flare spread wider, stretching the inner walls more and more. His urethra pushing out of his belled tip to lodge firmly against the spongy tender opening of that cervix while his balls pulled up tight against his inner thighs before he started to let out the first sperm heavy rush of his cum. Creamy and heavy it shot out in heavy ropes, erupting into his little captive in thick syrupy rushes. The fallen unicorn let out an equine scream of pleasure and triumph.
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Vanir's form gave a buck, his eyes widened in sudden panic as he felt things building inside of him. He tried to think of anything else, but the hand gripping his pink cock tip was massaging him until his head tried to toss back. Struggling against the reins before he felt his balls draw up tight against his body and the first wave of his cum splattering out against the hand and drooling out against his chest. Bucking and jerking uselessly against the restraints in his panic, he felt as if a fist had spread in his belly as the stallions flare was opening up. Trying to deny what was going to happen a moment before that final thrust rocked his form and something nudged up against the barrier inside of him.
Warm and heavy. Liquid and sticky it was pouring into his spasming passage, the walls closing down tight and he could feel how his own body was pulling and suckling around the thick dark cock. Trying to pull the virile semen into himself as it splashed out inside of him over and over again, not once but enough that the grind of Kalan's hips against his own forced some to drool out in heavy drops against his upturned thighs and his own tip kept on pumping out a few more strokes against the hand. Pooling in puddles against his chest and belly while the throbbing just kept coming inside of him. His ears went flat to his head in shame as he lay there beneath the larger stallion, breathing heavily and staring into those mad red eyes.
He'd thought the worst was done before a second rush flooded him, this time he could feel it clinging to him, sticky and heavy and he let out a whinny of protest! The stallion was blowing a gel plug into him, sealing him up as if he were really mare! His shaking body was covered in a sheen of glossy sweat, scented heavily of sex, mare and stallion while ever so slowly the weight raised up from him. The softening cock was slowly pulling backwards from his abused passage, that he could now feel just how sore and aching he was.
Vanir winced a little as the cock tip pulled out still flared from his splayed folds ,leaving them gaping and drooling pearly cum along the edges, most of it still sealed deep within him. He stared down at the slimy drooling cock that hung beneath the stallion, wet with his own juices and the others cum and he shuddered in the sudden realization that all of that had been inside of him! The stallions teeth let go of the reins so his hand gave a gentle tug guiding the head to look up at the fallen unicorns face, the smile that curled his lips one of satisfaction.
"What a fine pony 'stud'." The voice mocked him, that rich dark touchable voice and he lowered his head as much as he could with sudden fear and humiliation. What was going to happen to him now?