Butt-Putt Golf
A white pony dotted with little black spots answered the phone with a jump of his shuddering sweet-smelling body. It was so odd that the phone rang just as he was about to pick it up.
From the shiny navy blue plastic came an energetic voice awash with mischief and a playful long purr.
The call ended with his friend inviting him to play golf early morning tomorrow and told him to take a big enema and fast the night before. It was a strange request, but he thought nothing of it as they frequently did naughty things together.
He had no hint that the game of golf would change so drastically.
The grass crushed under his hooves like a rug of sprawling green; tree branches and flags wavered all about.
Waiting nearby with a club held loosely in his hand stood a slender yet clearly powerful tiger--his lower body naked and striped.
Smiling, Alphy slid the club back into the leather bag in the back of a cart. His tail wrapped sensuously around his waist like a belt as the horse looked around and noticed they were completely alone on the course.
"Hey Berr'. I thought I would change a few rules to make things interesting. Did you inject sixteen or so ounces of mineral oil into your ass like i told you?"
The pony Berry looked around with a strange sense of foreboding as he slowly nodded. "Yeah...why?"
Alphy giggled and went back to his golf bag and took out a white dimpled ball, his own ass oozing with little shimmers of lubricating oil.
"You want to fuck as we play?" Berry asked, his tight yiffhole leaking mineral oil into his underwear and pants.
"Not quite. You remember how par and strokes work, right? In this game I thought up, we'll stuff golfballs up the others' tailhole according to the number of strokes minus the original three allowed for each hole. So if it takes you four swings to complete a hole, you get one stuffed up yours. Negative scores like a hole-in-one allow you to remove balls accordingly. Sooooooooo...I recommend that you concentrate well or you have a deep ass."
Berry smiled in turn as he took off his clothes and the tiger took a 9-wood from the bag and a very long tee.
"Now, I want you to lie on the ground for me. I'm going first." Alphy remarked.
The horse did as he was asked and blushed in surprise as the sexy tiger slapped his horsie cheeks lightly; kneading and playing with them before he took the long tee and slid it into his tailhole before balancing the ball on the top.
Alphy savored the unique moment with a lecherous lick of whiskered lips as he gripped the rubber handle of his heavy club and steeled his body for his swing.
"Fore!"
Then Berry felt wind snap by his ass as the heavy wooden head graced his buns dangerously close in such a way that made him wince before the ball disappeared into the distance like a shooting star.
"Your turn." Alphy mused with a lecherous smile.
The pony grinned back and took a 7-iron from his bag as the light breeze snapped his mane back and forelock over his eyes like whispery waves of spiderwebs over his eyes. "Alrighty!" He declares with a playful chuckle as he swings his club a little for practice. "Don't get spanked."
Alphy placed himself lazily on the grass and looked every bit like a lion lounging with the pride. His red and black asscheeks glimmered in a sultry tasty way under the shifting clouds of the sky. The tiger wiggled his rump invitingly and wagged his tail like a tentacle or sex-starved serpent.
Berry took one of the special anal tee's from his friend's supply and stuck the long tip ever slowly into that tight inviting feline hole even as that pretty tail raised eagerly and seemed to encourage him to stuff something bigger up there.
The pony smiled; there certainly would be something bigger to jam in that juicy tiger hole--a handful of golfballs certainly turned Berry's fancy. It couldn't be worse than playing with giant anal beads, certainly.
Birdsong filled the air of the cold morning as a careless occasional breeze swept around their balls and under their tails with mild frigid intensity. There was something carefree about wandering around on a golf course in public without any pants on.
A grin creased his muzzle at the amusing thought that burst unbidden into his mind. In a very subtle way, this is what someone would call 'ponyplay', except he didn't have the harness to go with it. Berry was simply silky pretty naked pony with sloping hindquarters presented for all idle eyes.
With one concentrated swing, the ball was up in the air like a shooting star...falling...
Into a pond with a resigned splash of surrender like it hated him.
Alphemis laughed with amusement, his carefree chuckle a long series of adorable purrs from his wagging whiskers. "I think that's a two ball penalty right there." He giggled out.
Berry shielded his eyes as he did his best to remember the spot where the ball went in so he could tee off by the edge with a fresh one. "A what?" He repeated, too busy trying to judge the distance.
The pony gave a surprised little effeminate squeal as he got anally violated twice in a row; the tiger jamming a pair of thick golf balls into his oily horse hole without him even realising the kitty boy had gotten himself up.
He blushed in embarassment as he felt them tap against each other and roll around inside him almost like eggs as the tiger laughed at his silly expression with such sport. "Never mind a hole-in-one, I got two in a hole!" The tiger declared, falling on his face as he rolled around bemused at the whole odd situation.
Puckering his rectum over the balls and swatting his tail, he shrugged with a long whicker and nudged the striped male with a hoof. It was time to take their next shot, and Berry couldn't decide if he liked having 'eggs' or not as he walked to the cart, his tailhole still somewhat sore from their wide diameters. A golf ball should be nothing to a horse, but Berry was used to thinner cocks from dogs and cats.
Alphy took a long moment to get back up, holding his sore chest the whole time as little tears streaked out of his eyes. "Oh-Oh my god-That-that look on your face looks like you ate a pile of horshit and kinda liked it!"
Berry let him laugh it up as they mounted the cart, their naked bottoms oozing mineral oil all over the canvas seats. In no time at all, he was sure the tiger would suffer a little avian pregnancy of his own, and Berry would be glad to stuff him like an unbirthing turkey.
Alphy savored his next attempt, sliding a finger into the pony's delicious rumphole and rolling one of the balls inside with his claw like a little toy. That's what the stallion's ass had ultimately become for him over the many months they played with each other in the college dorm; a toy.
Underneath, the pony raised his tail and coughed politely, reminding him that he had to take his turn so they could move on. Yes, as tasty as that leopard spot rump was, he knew he couldn't fuck it until they got back to their room.
Although, that didn't mean that going golfing in a kinky way didn't have its benefits. Alphy licked his lips as he thought about how much fun he'd have with the horse later in the game as they played on.
In a savory twisting motion, he burried the four inch shaft of the tee into the stallion; a tasty little toadstool stand between two curving plump warm mountains. His eyes lingered over the pretty hills and thoughts of spanking and scratching those cheeks as he claimed his pony...
A five-wood smacked the tee like a spinning helicopter blade and launched the ball into the air as if it had been fired out of a cannon, landing on the grass only two or three feet beside the first hole.
With a shake of his head, Berry farted out what was left of the splintered little tee and took a clean ball from the bag, an 8-iron from his belongings, and a grin on his face. Alphy savored that hanging limp little pink garden hose of horsecock before he got on his belly and felt the sharp manicured grass poke into his sensitive cock and scrotum as he waited.
After a few more seconds of tickling grass, his head fell limp in the grass as a thick pony finger slid into his ass...and threatened to pull him up to his feet with a few insistent naughty tugs.
It felt like it would never end as suddenly, a blunt tee shaft was firmly stuffed between his striped buns like a thermometer for naughty doctor play.
A slow swing overhead, and then he felt the snap of wood as the ball went into the air like a comet against a blue sky...
Into another pool on the other side of the hole.
Berry snorted in disbelief and seemed angry enough to throw his club on the ground, but he regained his composure and shrugged, waiting for the cat to get up.
When Alphy grabbed two more balls from his golf bag, he was ready; his legs spread wide and his tail raised...but it still didn't prepare him for the sensation of egging rape as the skinny tiger rammed both of them--one after the other--into snug pink pony pucker and began to giggle in his purring way as he watched the pony ass swallow them whole like a snake.
"Four in one." The kitty giggled out, taking humor anew in Berry's earnest red embarassed cheekbones.
When they got to the place where Alphemis launched his ball, the cat boy had an amused look on his whiskered face that almost made him look like he was giggling and saying 'mew?' in feline mischief.
"Now assume the breeding position over the ball." The tiger mused, licking his whiskers with satisfaction.
Berry did so, realizing that his semi-erect cock was just long enough to actually come in contact with the ball.
"Don't look back sexy, I'm going to 'putt' it in." Alphy growled, leaving a moment.
Berry thought that he would now be fucked without mercy right here on the golf course, when he heard the sound of metal sliding along leather with an odd hollow tingly echo, and as he was trying to figure that out...
"Fore!"
*SMACK!*
And Berry immediately stiffened in pain as the heavy metal head of a golf club smashed into his presented rump; the force of the harsh blow causing his limp horsecock to slap the ball into the nearby hole with such perverted gusto even Emeril would be saying 'Bam!'.
He stood on all fours there, eyes stricken wide in disbelief as the ball made a muted THUK inside the hole and rolled around the plastic housing.
Alphy laughed behind, leaning up against his putter. "We're going to do the rest of the holes with you being my 18-wood; one for every inch of cock. I hope you can handle it, or I'll stuff some more golf balls in you until you do!" Alphy giggled wryly, drinking water from a frosting thermos of water as he waited for his cock-putter to get back up and capitulate to his kinky will.
It would be one round of golf Berry would never forget, nor his sore bruised pony ass.