- >Trooper, you mean Big Mac, keeps you in a hug, sobbing
- >Then just sort of snuffling and sniffling
- >All the while, you're hugging him back and stroking his ears and neck softly,
- running your fingers through his shortened mane
- >The pony finally falls asleep after half an hour.
- >Slowly escape the ponybeast's clutches with a cunning Indiana Jones style body
- pillow switch
- >Yes, you own a body pillow, it's good for hugging
- >Sneak to your laptop and start googling talking ponymonsters
- >And symptoms of a concussion or sudden schizophrenia
- >Google tells you that there are, in fact, talking ponythings for sale for
- godawful amounts of money
- >And that you have brain cancer twice
- >According to most of the FAQ sites the ponies are intelligent, but are raised
- to always want to be a pet
- >You use your google-fu to try and find out why this has never been on the news
- >Oh, Real Jersey Shore Troll Edition premiered the same week these things went
- public
- >Ponies need about as much attention as most dogs, and can handle simple tasks
- >They aren't allergic to anything strange and can live for around 70 years if
- cared for properly
- >Almost no ponies are in the adoption system, most owners are vetted beforehand
- and the ponies tend to learn what their masters want very quickly
- >Definitely not telling Mac about that
- >You bookmark some suggested recipes for treats and ideas for games and
- activites
- >Close the laptop, walk by the sleeping mac and gently ruffle his mane
- >He makes a soft sound and lifts his head into your hand for a moment
- >Pick up the ragbeast Smarty Pants and gently push it down between his chest and
- the pillow
- >You have some mostly-fresh salad mix in the fridge
- >Pour that into a large bowl and leave it on the floor near your couch where Mac
- could see it
- >Pick up the garbage, sweep and start mopping when Mac finally opens his eyes
- and looks around
- >"S-Sir ya didn' need ta' I was gunna clean that up..."
- >You look a little confused at the pony
- "You clean?"
- >"Anythin' you need Sir" Mac quickly says, struggling to get out of the blanket
- you had wrapped him in, gingerly setting Smarty Pants aside on the couch cushion
- >He gets down, foreleg not giving him any trouble, he sits on his haunches and
- looks anxiously at you, ears half-splayed out
- >"Ah didn' mean ta make a mess ah was just tryin' ta get Smarty Pants back..."
- "You could have asked"
- >You finish drying the floor after the mopping, and it looks as clean as a 70's
- era floor can
- >"Ah figgerd people didn' like pets talkin'... after ah..." The pony closes his
- eyes and hangs his head
- >"Ah can' get anythin' right..."
- >You walk over to the pony and softly stroke his ears
- "Mac, it's okay. I got some salad from the fridge if you're hungry"
- >The pony perks up just slightly, casting a glance back at the bowl on the floor
- "Thank ya' Sir"
- >He trots over to the salad, sniffs at it and starts eating like he hasn't seen
- food in weeks, inhaling the leaves rapidly
- >You sit on the couch and watch the pony as he eats, tail swaying slowly; if he
- was a dog you'd think he was more happy with that salad than anything
- >You are not sure how a pony is meant to look but he's a little on the skinny
- side, but you think with a few weeks of proper food he should look great
- >Wait, no, he'll look normal
- >You flip on the television and watch some rerun of star trek
- >Mac returns to your side and sits on the floor, watching the screen intently
- "Mac, you can sit on the couch if you want"
- >The pony looks up at you "Ah-ah can?"
- "Sure"
- >You pat the open spot next to you, the pony scrabbles up grabbing his
- teaddything and, leaving his head in your lap as you stroke his neck gently
- >You prop up your legs on the coffee table, which squeaks
- >Mac perks up "Sir do ya have any tools around?"
- >You'd gotten a tool kit as an apartmentwarming gift from your parents
- >The only use it sees is in spider extermination
- "Yeah, over in the closet"
- >Mac slides of the couch, trotting to the closet, opening it with a deft twist
- of his hooves and pulling out the small kit with his teeth, which he sets down
- nearby
- >"Sir, can ya clear off the table please?"
- >You don't know where this pony is going but you move everything to the floor as
- he removes the screwdriver with his mouth
- >If he goes postal on your $25 Ikea table, you will certainly feel ambivalent
- >He gets his back under the table, trusts out a leg and flips it, catching the
- table on his leg and lowering it carefully so the surface rests on your floor
- >The pony looks around for a moment, foreleg testing the table for loose parts
- >One of the leg wobbles like a politician's stance on healthcare
- >He holds it still before you can even offer assistance, and manages somehow to
- screw the leg back in flush, holding it with a hindleg and using both forelegs
- and mouth to operate the screwdriver
- >Pony should qualify for some kind of contortionism award
- >He sets the screwdriver back into the kit, nuzzles it into it's clip and flips
- the table back over, catching and lowering to avoid slamming it on the ground
- >"There ya go, Sir."
- >You set your feet on it
- >Not a squeak to be heard
- >You look at Mac with surprise
- >"Wh-what'd ah do wrong? Ah triah'd Sir Ah Did!"
- >The pony looks ready to start sobbing again
- "Mac, Relax, I like it."
- >"Ya do?"
- "I do, I promise"
- >Mac smiles and nuzzles your leg, then closes and returns the toolkit to the
- closet, even shutting the door behind him as he returns to your side, sides
- heaving a little with heavy breaths as he rests his head on the armrest.
- >You stroke his mane and ears, and feel a little sweat
- >He must've atrophied in the deathpit, even your shriveled frame can move that
- table easily
- "Mac, you can still sit on the couch"
- >"Thanks Sir" He says, trotting under your legs and getting on the cushion next
- to you after you clear the detritus
- >He's still panting heavily and sweaty, you can feel it as you stroke his ribs
- >He rests his head in your lap, and suddenly you realize you're sporting an
- uncomfortable halfy
- >Shit, missed the morning session
- >Never miss your morning session
- >Mac shifts his head around in your lap, trying to find a comfortable spot
- >Try to think unboner thoughts as something warm, soft, and endearing twiddles
- around your junk
- >That's just making it worse
- >"Uh... Sir?" Mac Says curiously
- "Yes, Mac?"
- >"Yer... ah, well... ah learn'd a pet aint got no right tellin' their owners
- want to do with them an' if ya wanna..."
- >He gently nuzzles the crotch of your pants, breathing slowing down, eyes
- looking to you with something like worry
- >"Ah... ah can h-help ya with that..."
- "L-look Mac, I like girls, but thanks"
- >"Ma old owner tol' me it wasn' gay if it wasn' a dude..."
- >You stop. Sheesh, maybe his name should have been trooper, most people with his
- issues started tumblrs.
- >You go back to petting his side, feeling the slight uneveness of his coat
- >"Ah-ah just wanna show ya I appreciate everythin' you' done."
- >He nuzzles just below your belt
- >Huston we have full strength
- >You lay a hand on his side. You definitely do not want any of the house-
- cleaning, table-fixing, sweaty, powerfully built, grateful, submissive,
- southern-accented
- >Who are you kidding
- >Mac keeps nuzzling softly, MiniAnon more then enjoying the attention
- >You let the pressure on his up, look around to see if anyone has entered your
- home lately, and undo your belt
- >Mac scoots a little closer, undoing the button and zipper with his mouth
- >You move around, back on the armrest, legs on either side of the warm, slightly
- heaving Mac
- >The pony takes your underwear band in your mouth, pulling it down, warm breath
- brushing your shaft the whole way down
- >And he even does it slowly
- >MiniAnon is ready to go as Mac nuzzles your balls with gentle care, warm soft
- tongue tracing the line back up
- >His nuzzling moves along MiniAnon
- >His nose and lips are soft, gentle, like velvet
- >His deep, regular and slightly moist breaths brush you like a rainforest breeze
- >His tongue wraps around the whole front half, surface gentle, warm and wet
- >By the time he's at the top he's licking up a bead of slick pre and smiling
- contently
- >His soft lips brush the head of MiniAnon, breaths still warm, wet and slow as
- he kisses and carefully moves down onto to your flesh
- >Holy crap this feels amazing, his tongue cradling the whole underside, his
- fuzzy, strong lips sealing around the base of your shaft, more like a pair of
- velvet fingers then anything
- >His breath never stops, hot and wet as he starts bobbing along your shaft
- >Mother earth herself could not do this
- >You shiver as he increases his pace, lips exploring every inch of your shaft,
- tongue slowly exploring your head, practically milking you
- >Your hands rest on his head, one in his mane, tangling with the hair carefully,
- the other getting a grip on his collar, being just careful enough to not choke
- or pull on him
- >His bobbing continues, lips pressing and squeezing, tongue and breath wetting
- your shaft
- >You don't even know how long it goes
- >His lips keep pressure, a warm velvet grip
- >His breath and tongue are...
- >Are...
- >Before you can think of anything else, you feel the shocking bliss of orgasm
- >Mac continues, lips stroking, tongue lapping, the whole time pressing you
- deeper into the afterglow
- >He lifts his head, looking tired but content, your already half-limp MiniAnon
- done.
- >You stroke his mane softly
- "Th-that was... great"
- >"Ah triah Sir" He says, settling his head down, nuzzling your hands gently and
- you let go of his collar
- >You take a few deep breaths, getting your pants back on with shaky hands
- "Do you need..."
- >"No, Sir. Ah'm alright" He says dreamily, nuzzling your thigh
- >You lean back, still petting his ears and cheeks
- >Mac cuddles up to you, and you feel...
- >Oh, jeeze, this pony has a fifth and a half leg prodding you gently
- >You really should do him a solid
- >But your head is clearing and you REALLY WANT A GF, RIGHT?
- >You settle with hugging him close, rubbing his sides
- "You sure you're alright Mac?"
- >You gently brush Big Mac 2.0 with your knee
- >His eyes snap open
- >"Ah-Ah'm sorry Sir Ah'm alright I promise that jus' kinda happened an' you don'
- need to..."
- >You lean down, nuzzle his forehead and hug him tightly
- "Mac, it's alright"
- >Between the offer to clean, the fixing the table for free and, that brain-
- melting experience you do owe him
- >You lay him on his back
- >Mac looks alarmed
- >"S-sir ya really don' need ta"
- >Judging by that civilization ending pillar, you should
- >You lean down, nuzzling his already hard shaft
- >It smells like hay and hard work
- >Mac twitches gently, hindlegs pulling in
- >"Sir..." He says in a trailing whine, ears laying flat
- "Mac, it's alright"
- >You lick from the middle of his shaft to the tip, the whole thing oddly shaped
- but tasting kind of pleasant
- >It's like that dream you keep having, but with a bright red horse
- >It takes a lot of work, but you manage to get the tip and a few inches in your
- mouth
- >Mac gasps, twitches, and slowly relaxes, nickering a gentle nothing
- >You take a long lick, the pony's flesh tasting of salt, an honest musky
- something, and a grassy flavor
- >Mac bucks into your attention, thick, salty pre flooding your mouth.
- >With a little work you swallow it, the flavor bizarre but like Mac, honest and
- earthy.
- >The swallow drives Mac into another loud moan, and you feel the first fitful
- spurts of ropey cum on your tongue.
- >Wheat, grass, salty sweat
- >You have just enough time to think and pull your mouth off, quickly moving your
- hand in and stroking as your pet cums
- >The red pony moans and writhes slowly under your attention, his hooves pressing
- against you softly
- >His chest is coated in white, thick liquid
- >And his chin, you bought a shooter
- >"Thank you S-Sir..."
- >Mac is panting as his hooves work at the air in slow motion
- >Your mouth is still full of his seed, and your lips feel feel heavy as well
- >He leans up, licking your lips to clean you off
- >Not sure if... eh, it's actually rather nice
- >You swallow, which is kinda gross but at leas it tastes okay
- >Mac licks you, then himself clean, flexible enough to get his whole chest and
- belly
- >The pony rolls over to his belly and rests his head in your lap, tail swaying
- as you stroke his ears
- >You both watch the end of that episode of star trek
- >Big Mac has his head on your chest, forelegs around your middle, nickering
- softly content nothings
- >The time is ten in the morning
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