A Gift in the Horse's Mouth
by tannim
December 21, 2018

	Snow fell outside.  Lovely white fluffy flakes.  Bells tinkled outside with them.  The mares wearing the bells pranced in the snow outside a large barn door, enjoying the white fluff coating them.  A halflinger and an arabian mare, one brown with white ankles and tail, the other brown with black ankles and tail, both bit at the snow on the ground and tossed it playfully at each other while waiting for a response to their hooves knocking on the door several seconds before.

	Magic, the dark ankled arabian, ducked a snowball from her friend and quickly bit some up and flung it at Anja with a skillful flick of her neck.  Anja, the light ankled halflinger, took it right in the face.  She narrowed her eyes, shook her head to fling the snow off, and stuck her long neck out as far as she could to put her nose to nose with Magic.

	Anja's nostrils fared, her lips twitched, and her body tensed, then she lightly touched Magic's nose with her lips and spun around away from the other mare, laughing. "Good shot! I'll get you next time."

	Both of them perked their ears up at the sound of hoof on wood coming closer and they both tapped their front hooves on the ground to make the bells jingle again.  When the door opened they whinnied in greetings and ran inside before the large brown Ardenner stallion could speak, each running past on their own side of him.  The draft horse swung his head left, then right, seeing one attractive mare rump and then the other before closing the door and turning around to join them.

	"Magic, Anja! You're supposed to wait until I say come in before coming in!"

	Anja tugged a small wrapped box off Magic's back after nosing the snow off it. "You shouldn't have taken so long to let us in, Chameur.  What were you doing?"

	"Oh my, I think I know." Magic sniffed at their air, then ducked her head down to peak at the handsome stallion's cute pink and black splotched penis hanging dropped and floppy under his belly. "I think he was busy slapping himself silly." She smirked and swished her tail about. "Either that or he didn't bother to wrap our present this year."

	The stallion snorted and trotted about them, all four legs lifting a bit higher than needed so he made loud heavy clops on the clean hardwood floor. "It's not my fault you two can't keep your scents to yourselves.  I was getting the place decorated, like I said I would be."

	Both mares watched him as he trotted around them and he hadn't been lying.  There were lights along the walls and fake snow cotton sheets here and there on bales of hay.  A table was in one corner with grass and apples on one side, a large trough of something was on the other.  The scent of the punch was fruity, but they couldn't tell exactly what was in it.  A large tree was decorated with old once brightly colored ornaments of a variety of shapes and sizes.  Some were very equine, a saddle, a u shaped shoe, a small horse doll with full tack.  Some were simple balls hanging from hooks.  At the top a very surprised looking reindeer sat the tree's spiky top up his rump, legs spread wide, and a star floating above his antlers.

	Several wrapped boxes were under the tree and Anja set her small gift among them.  Magic took her own larger and much longer box off of Anja's back and added it to the pile.  Both mares trotted over and nuzzled Chameur's neck and chin.

	"Merry Xmas, Chameur." It was said at the same time, but Magic kept going. "Do we open yours first or do you want to open ours?"

	Chameur huffed at the nuzzling and nosed them back, sniffing deeply at their manes. "We could always sit and talk instead of rushing into it." The look on their faces made him laugh. "Ok, ok.  How about You open MINE first?"

	He trotted to the tree and nosed a square box over to Anja and then nosed another to Magic.  The two mares bit at the bows on top, to tear them off and used their lips to rip the rest of the wrapping paper off.  Magic was the first to tear enough off to expose a plain cardboard box underneath, but Anja was the first to actually get the lit off.

	"It's..."

	Magic snorted to interrupt her. "Don't spoil it!"

	"a..."

	Chameur pursed his lips, trying to keep a straight face.

	Magic nudged her box over with her hoof just as  Anja finished. "ball with your face on it."

	"I know you mares love to play with my balls, so now you can all year long!"

	Magic watched the ball roll and saw there was more on the other side. "Of course the other side has your butt.  Let me guess, all our gifts are some sort of joke this year?"

	Anja stepped behind him and nudged his balls with her muzzle. "So are you saying we should kick these around?"

	The stallion's tail flattened against his rump and he turned to glare at her when she pinched his soft skin with her lips after asking. "No you may not kick THOSE around."

	Both mares looked to each other, then nuzzled his neck before Magic nudged the gift she had brought for him to his hooves. "You're next."

	Chameur looked it over longer than needed, just to make them grow impatient. "It's wrapped well.  I like the little deer on it.  Their antlers are nicely decorated, don't you, OW." He stepped away from Magic, his shoulder stinging where she had bit it. "Fine.  Some mares don't know how to accept appreciation."

	He carefully nosed the package against his left fore-hoof and managed to tear it open with his teeth after a few tries.  The thing was nearly half a meter long wrapped up and he really had no idea whit it was. Even after opening it he wasn't sure what the pink rubbery thing was.  It didn't LOOK like the dildo that he had been expecting. It was wide with a saddle like curve on top.  When he nudged it over it had a long crease down the center.

	After turning his head and craning his neck at several different angles, the stallion gave up. "Ok, I give up.  What is it?"

	Magic ran the top of her muzzle along the bottom of his barrel until her nose bumped against his not quite fully erect cock still dangling unsheathed. "It's an aide for lonely stallions to masturbate with." She lifted her head back up and frowned. "For when we aren't there to grace their presence with our company.  You slick up the crease here, strap it to your belly like a saddle, and then you slap your cute little dick into it.  Hit the crease and it'll feel much better than that tough belly of yours."

	"When do you mares leave me alone enough to NEED this?"

	Anja pushed her gift over. "That's what I asked her, but she thought it would be funny.  Now try mine."

	Chameur nosed Magic's gift over again, curious about it despite what he had said, then unwrapped the much smaller present, barely a hoof wide.  Inside was a smooth plastic ball coated with a soft rubber with three holes through it at the center and two D-Rings on either side.  Four pink straps were connected to it, two to each ring and every strap had another ring at the end.

	The mare lowered her muzzle nose to nose to his after he stared at it a few seconds. "Well? What do you think? Go on, try it on."

	"You know I'm not one for wearing the gags..."

	Magic and Anja both caught a strap in their mouths and stepped to either side of him, pressing the ball against his lips until he gave in and opened his mouth to let it happen.  He lifted his head once it popped in behind his front teeth and the sighed while he waited for the two pretty mares to strap it to him.  Chameur was curious as to why there were four straps when they only pulled two of them behind his head to hold it in place, but didn't say anything about it, since he couldn't.  He let his stiffening shaft rising under his belly again do the talking instead.

	The stud looked from one to another, flicking his tail in a mix of annoyance and excitement.  Once again he was letting the mares have fun with him in ways he hadn't intended.  He was supposed to be binding THEM.

	Magic and Anja trotted around him, enjoying the pink strap in his mane and along his cheeks, then each kissed his balls.  When he snorted at that they moved further up and both kissed around his cocktip.  His scent was working them up and their growing scent was making it hard for him to think festive thoughts.

	Each mare moved to stand at his side and Magic kissed his cheek. "You do look cute in that."

	Anja stood and kissed his cheek on the other side. "But really, it's for us to wear at the same time for you.  She'll be locking lips with me until you are finished with us and let us go."

	Chameur smiled around the gag, savoring the idea.  His mares kissed him again at the same time and his erection slapped his belly loudly.  Later, it was a very merry xmas indeed.