His Spurty Pony

I want transhumanism soon just so I can be some rich person's own little stallion.

...Or really anyone's.

 

A mind/body made of data that I can rewrite as I please? Yes. Yes a thousand times. And given the opportunity I'd treat you as best I could, were you to have me as your loving owner~

 

I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful colt.

 

Do you want to be my prized stallion who I lavish with praise and pleasures every day?

 

Honestly, I'm nervous about that. I'm nervous because I'm not sure if I could be as good to you as I should be.

I'd be a femmy little pony with the only indication that I was male being the monstrously overendowed testicles and stretchy horsecock hanging between my legs. They'd pulse with need and seed and beg to be tended to constantly, but I'd hold out for you. I have to. I want to see you smile.

 

Oh my. Would you let me dress you up in frilly panties? How about a pink corset for that monster horsecock of yours, your thick urethra hidden behind the criss-crossing straps and your thick flare covered in a lacy sheer cocksock? Of course I'd slip a condom on first before getting you ready for your little fashion show to catch all your pre and bulge lewdly as my light kisses to your bra-covered testes and puckering anus drove you over the edge.

And you wouldn't need to worry about saving up for me on one condition - every dollop of creamy seed spilled while I was gone was to be video taped so we could watch afterwards as I gently pumped in and out of your ass, and you'd have to save it all for us both to share as a refreshing drink for our movie time.

 

Dressing up would be one of my favorite things to do for you. Seeing you coo over my mane, fuss over my immaculate coat, and tend to my skimpy clothes and tight ballbra would make me feel like the luckiest colt in the world. Especially when you bind my dripping shaft in your colorful cock-corsets, I'd whimper as you smother my thick, heaving nuts in loving pecks. Filling out condoms with goopy cum until they start slipping from their weight is the least I can do to repay you for the adoration and affection you've shown me.

And being able to cum at any time for you would be a blessing. I'd ask for cameras to be set up in a couple spots in the house, each mini-theater equiped with some perverted toy or kinky contraption.

Oh, and I can't forget about my treats to you. Salty, musky shakes made from fresh fruit and my chilled pony semen. I'd learn to operate everything in the kitchen if it meant being able to share those with you every time we snuggle.

 

Would you rather be a pegasus or a unicorn? Or perhaps a simple earth pony? I'd smother you with love all the same, snuggling you close as we share one of your delicious cumshakes. If you'd let me, I'd love to pour one down your turgid cock, massaging it down your urethra into your big, churning balls so we can use your erection as a fleshy straw. We'd alternate gulping down mouthfuls of your fruity sperm as I teased your pucker with my fingers.

As for toys and cameras, I'd have an entire room in my house dedicated to you and your pleasure. There'd be a wide array of toys for you to use on yourself, some of the kinkier ones fitted with a lighted camera in the tip so we could watch your insides ripple around it alongside your blushing face as you bring yourself to climax after messy climax. If a bucket would be difficult to hit, we could always modify a butt plug to take a hose so you can stuff it into your tip before getting wild~

 

Pegasai are almost always more slender and delicate than their counterparts. It's a consequence of being built to fly. It would also help me pull off that feminine look if my equipment weren't so promentent and massive.

 

But most of all I'd love you simply snuggle with you in bed. I'd gently massage your wings as you nuzzled into my neck, smiling as I planted kisses on the top of your head and softly sung you a little lullaby. And in the morning I'd wake up to you rock hard and messy with cum from your wet dreams.

If this is a future where bodies are malleable, would you indulge me in getting a thick cock of my own? We could grind our erections together and bask in the heady stink from our sweat drenched testes, kissing each other's tips as we climax together, painting our bodies white with cum for hours.

 

But even though you're my good little trapstallion, it can't all be about me now can it? A healthy relationship between an overly hung man and his equally endowed svelte pony should satisfy both their needs. How would you want me to treat you right on a special occasion? Dinner? Dancing? A movie? Rutting you senseless until you're a cumspewing wreck unable to even speak?

 

It's transhumanism. I wouldn't do anything to get in your way of a throbbing shaft that hung to your knees. Even if your foreskin hung far enough to engulf my flare, I'd worship it all the same. My tight ass though might be of a different opinion. You'd leave me gasping and gaping, feeling utterly empty as it slid out of my hot, clenching rectum.

As for treating me... I think it would be sweet to go out sometime together. Nothing sexual except for the always present frilly ball-bra that I wear for you. A restaurant would be a nice start. They've grown tolerant of odd couples ever since people started uploading into fantastical bodies like they were suits. It would be a little odd to taste meals without a hint of salty pre, but the exquisite dishes, expertly prepared food, and romantic atmosphere would only serve to make me even more bashful as we spoke at length about things.

 

I'd do my best to spoil you rotten those nights, taking you to the fanciest equine-compatible restaurant in the city. The entire menu would be open to you, exquisite hays and fresh, crisp vegetables along with vegetarian alternatives to all the classic meat-based dishes. Or if you've still got the stomach for something savory I'd buy you the choicest cuts of Wagyu, seared to perfection and oozing with flavor.

I must admit I'm not much of a sommelier, but the wine list would be open to you too. I'm sure we could ask for a perfect pair for our meal and end up with an amazing glass of red or white that would dance on our tongues and beg us to down the entire bottle. But moderation is important, lest we get too inebriated to fully enjoy the dizzying array of delectables before us.

Undoubtedly a little tipsy from the wine, we'd inevitably end up snuggling on the ride home, our cuddling turning to light kisses, then to hungry tongues in eager mouths, then us peeling off clothing the moment we'd be back home.

Pulling away and panting softly, I'd look deep in your eyes and tell you how much I loved you. Anything you wanted was fair game. Tonight I was as yours as you were mine.

 

Frozen for a second, the words start to sink in. I search aimlessly, trying to find the words you want me to say in your expression. But I can't. You're too honest and kind and giving. "Anything?" I gingerly set a hoof on your chest.

I push my mouth onto yours, pouring my heart into this deep kiss. As our tongues dance and we embrace eachother in a desperate attempt to prove our love, I feel truly happy. But I have to pull back, breathless and seeing stars. Through the veil of welling tears they seem to crown you as I stare long into your vivid eyes.

"T- tonight... I want jusht to be with you..."

 

"Then I'll never leave." Making our way to the couch, I'd pull you into a tender hug, pressing my lips sweetly to yours as we whiled away the night. My good little pony in my loving embrace for as long as he wants.