Title:           I will be shamed by this when sober
Author:          satyrdaily
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First Edit:      Saturday 28th of September 2013 12:06:02 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 28th of September 2013 12:06:02 AM CDT

I had a lot to drink and started to write some pron, but now I want to sleep.  So here is the first part.  The second part will depend on how hungover I am and how quickly I can get buzzed again, but you can probably guess what's going to happen.
 
 
 
The night was still and deep.  A clear sky let the stars shine brightly, the three quarter moon illuminated the dew filled meadows below.  Through the tall grass crept a strange creature.  Above the waist a vision of blossoming womanhood, but fair freckled skin gave way to luxurious orange fur and digitigrade legs terminating in delicate hooves.
The grasses brushed against her like a caress as she made her way through the fields towards a dilapidated barn whose glory days were far behind it.  She picked her way through the unkempt field with careful efficiency, avoiding the rocks and mouse burrows that littered the ground.
The barn was dark and foreboding.  The young satyr shivered, but not from the chill night air.  She bit her lip in hesitation as she gazed into the beckoning dark abyss.  Trembling, hesitant, she reluctantly passes through the weather beaten threshold.
The night outside seemed bright as day compared to the pitch black inside the barn.  Five steps within the blackness and completely blind, she softly clears her throat.  "Hullo?"  She barely whispers.
Her heart is pounding in her throat, seconds pass like lifetimes.  She holds her breath, giving serious consideration to bolting for open door behind her.
"You're late."
The sudden flame of a kerosene lamp blinds the satyr to the speaker.
"Ah, I'm sorry.  Momma stayed up late tonight and ah -" She stammered out an apology as her eyes began to adjust to the dim orange light.
"Enough," the speaker cut her off.  She could see the tall yellow unicorn almost clearly now.  He hung the lantern on the wall, the sweet sour stench of rotted hay and old must hung heavily in the air.  "I was beginning to think you chickened out."  The mustachioed unicorn approached her and began to circle her predatorily.
"N-no sir.  I said I would be here, and here I am."  She tried to force confidence into her voice, but it was a lost cause.  "My word is my bond."
"Really?"  He leered openly at her firm young flanks, the perky buds of her breasts, the silken flow of her blonde locks.  "I can only hope so.  That Apple honesty is the only reason I agreed to this."
Her cute young face flushed brilliant red at the implication, "I would never lie! Specially not about that!"
"Oh?"  He mocked her, caressing a hoof against her rump.  "You also got those Apple hips, so I wonder."
Her anger got the best of her fear temporarily.  "I told you I'm a virgin, and that's the truth!  NOW!  You promised we get this over with and that's it right?"  She burst out loud, stomping a hoof and clenching her fists tightly.
The stallion just smirked.
"We do this and you leave my family and my daddy alone, right?"  She demanded forcefully.
"That's right," he purred.  "Just this one little thing and we'll forget about aaaaallll the money your poor poor daddy owes us."
"And he'll never know?  Momma neither?  You wont tell a soul?"  Fear was beginning to creep back in insidiously.
"Well," he demurred "I guess that's going to depend on how well you do."
She swallowed hard, steeling her resolve.
"Get in the stall."  He suddenly barked, and she obeyed.  "Take off the shirt."
Her heart echoed in her ears deafeningly as she fumbled with the buttons of her cut off gingham blouse.  Numbly she dropped it to the ground, her nipples defined through her lacy pink satin bra, her modest B-cups creamy and dotted with sun kisses.  The chill air only served to make them more predominant as she trembled in spite of herself.  She fidgeted awkwardly with her arms, her solo audience scowling whenever she tried to raise them across her chest, finally she settled on resting them across her flat stomach.
He took in the sight approvingly.  "The shorts."  He said, firmly but with less of a bark.
In spite of the night chill her face burned like fire.  The cut off denims were tighter than they needed to be, circumstances had forced her to delay getting some more suited to her generous hips that seemed to have appeared overnight.  She wiggled out of the skin hugging shorts with an unintentionally sexy shimmy, revealing pink satin panties perfectly matching her bra.
He admired the perky plumpness of her rump, teased at by her skintight shorts.  His green magic rubbing against her soft satin undergarments as she stood awkwardly.  She conciously focused on resisting her instincts to try and cover herself with her arms, to try and bolt past the stallion and make it to the open door beyond.
The magic was a gentle pleasantly tingly caress against her tender regions.  Her rosy nipples strained against their satin bonds and the hot urgent rush in her nethers excited her body in spite of her brains objection.
Her face was flushed as she stood there, trying and failing to pretend she was as excited as she felt.
There was a sudden snap of coolness against her breasts as he took her bra off, exposing her rosy buds.  "Ah-" she began to object.
He raised an eyebrow.  She thought better of it and managed a weak smile, "s-suprised me."  A cheeky grin crossed his face, made all the more unmistakeable by his bright red mustache.  He resumed touching her with his magic, slowly exploring every inch of her critically, almost teasingly.  She tried, but there was no ignoring the growingly erect horsecock between his legs.
As he explored more and more of her with magic, he got closer and closer to her, circling closer like a shark.  His yellow fur was rubbing against her bare flesh when he whispered in her ear, telling her to touch it.  At first she pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he wasn't having any of it.
Bracing herself, trying to ignore the red hot pulse screaming through her own genitals and the sweet musk of her own enticing sex she lowered herself.  It was an awkward operation as he stood upright, leaning back unnaturally to expose his mottled equine dick to her human half.  She hesitated to wrap her nimble fingers around his flared member, fascinated and horrified by the first penis she'd ever been in contact with.  A bead of precum glistened in the dim orange glow as she gingerly wrapped her hands around his thick shaft.  He grunted softly in pleasure and nodded his head encouragingly, "stroke it."
She was surprised by how soft and velvety it felt against her skin as she explored it with her hands.  Between her curiosity and the hot blood coursing through her nethers her sense of reason and propriety was all but drowned.  She felt her way up along his glans, down past his ring, even venturing so far as to brush against his large testicles.  She stroked it as he instructed her, focused on the task set in front of her.
Suddenly a loud slam startled her.  The open barn door, the only salvation that had beckoned to her was gone.  Someone had closed the door.
A nearly identical yellow unicorn came into the light, this one clean faced.  She looked up at the unicorn before her, and at the newcomer.  "Keep going."  The newcomer ordered, the stallion before her nodded agreement.
With a return of nerves she reluctantly returned to stroking his cock, stealing nervous glances at the interloper.
"AH!"
The other stallion had begun caress her much the same way as his twin had, focusing on her equine nethers.  It was similar, but different, more urgent.  Her satin panties felt soaked and her blonde tail twitched in spite of herself.
"Keep going."  This time the stallion she ministered to gave the order, more firmly.
She nodded and returned to work, trying to ignore the all too exciting pulsing from her crotch.
 
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