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Could you imagine coming home on a Friday, a long week of work behind you and then this gorgeous sight greeting you? It was quite difficult to find the bow, he’d murmur, then to tie it with nothing but a pair of clumsy hooves.
 
The smell of something delicious bubbling away in the kitchen filling the air, marred only by the sound of your own breathing and Caramel gentle shuffling about on the beanbag. Shuffling back and gently, slowly parting his hind legs and pushing them into the fabric.
 
There’d be a little blush across his face just like this and he’d coyly ask what kept you so long. Were you really that tired? Well, you’ve had a long week so maybe you should just relax for a while; dinner won’t be too long but there’s enough time for a quick kiss, at least.
 
But of course he wouldn’t be talking about his lips, not with how he would be wiggling his hips about. You might well stumble over to him, part exhaustion and part excitement. Do you think his little rump is as firm as it looks? If you gave one cheek a little squeeze would it have an inch of give? Or would it be like the beanbag he’s lying on – soft, malleable and begging to be kneaded and rubbed.
 
You just know there’d be another little wiggle of his hips and he’d coo and ask if you’re going to keep him waiting. Would you? Or would you bury your head between those warm cheeks and gently, sweetly kiss that little ring. You wouldn’t see his face flush red or his caramel coloured lip caught between his teeth but you’d certainly hear the gasp and the stuttered moan.
 
Then again would you give his stiff cock a few strokes? Would you tease the head with your thumb and make him squirm harder back into you? Or would you just rub one of his balls against your palm and watch him kick his little hooves against the beanbag and squeal, giggling as he insists that you’re teasing him too much! He’s been waiting for so long for you to get home, you can’t make it worse!
 
Then you’d have to make a choice: would you stand up and free your painfully hard erection from its fabric prison? Or would you first tend to your close friend? Well, I certainly can’t answer for you.
 
I hear ya, I hear ya!
 
What you’re saying is that you need some way to loosen it out a little. Well, if you’re already down there then it wouldn’t be too hard. Just imagine it, the smile slowly slipping off Caramel’s face when he sees that hungry look in your eyes that disappears behind his rounded rump.
 
Oh you’d know exactly what you’d like to eat before dinner – it’s lying right in front of you. He’d probably gasp and clench his hind legs in tight to the beanbag at first, starting to giggle if you instead turned to gently lapping at his smooth skin. But it’s meant to be enjoyable for him too, right? So maybe if you gently kept his balls down and made one long, slow lick from his taint up to that button-sized little butt.
 
Would he lie there shivering and shaking, his hoofs giving little kicks against the beanbag? Or would he start squirming back again, draping his silky soft tail over your shoulder while your hand keeps his cheeks apart?
 
It’d be the perfect position to give him another kiss. Your mouth would easily be larger than his ring so you’d have no problem encircling it and then worming your tongue against it. Only problem is, the poor colt would be caught between clenching down and trying to relax to let you in.
 
Would you could do is start massaging that soft little butt of his. Get two handfuls of his cheeks and start kneading them like you’re baking a loaf of bread. The massage should help him relax and release his muscles so you could start worming your tongue into him. You just know he’d start squealing again, kicking his hooves and begging you not to start doing that now, the dinner won’t be long!
 
But the stiff cock making its own indentation in the beanbag would tell a decidedly different story: don’t stop. Whatever you do, you’d better not stop heating him up after being cool all day.
 
That wouldn’t really be enough to loosen him up, now would it? So you’d have to disengage that kiss—making sure he’d see you licking your lips just to draw another adorable blush from him—and sweep one hand down onto his taint. But you’re not going to rub that now, oh no, you’ve far more important matters to attend to.
 
Matters such as teasingly rubbing the tip of a finger against that puckered little hole. Hell, even your finger is bigger than it is! All that’d mean, of course, is that you’d have to start slow. Get it nice and lubed up with saliva and then gently push it in against him, make him slowly open up to you.
 
The muscle would, naturally, clench down tightly on that finger. You’d have to twist it around a little, probably making him gasp and squirm again. That thick tail of his would be flicking about, over your shoulders and against your cheek and it would be full of his musk. So maybe you’d just have to grab it and get a noseful of the heady scent.
 
And maybe you’d pull just a little too hard on it making poor Caramel clench down on your finger and pull it in. You know, with that little hole so well lubed up from your lips and tongue you could probably push your finger in all the way to the knuckle. It’d probably make him giggle again and wiggle his hips while he tells you it tickles and that… that he wants more.
 
I’m sure it’d be a lie to say you wouldn’t be rock hard by that time and that the desire to just plunge yourself into the pony wouldn’t be gnawing away at you. But after all that struggling and only managing to get one finger in? If you tried it now you’d only wind up with your cock grinding between the cheeks of his rump and never get it in; you’d never grab his withers and show him what it really means to be fucked.
 
Dinner’s still cooking, though, would you have enough time to go the whole way, take another finger or two to him and then have him readied?
 
No, wait! You can’t just go off and leave Caramel like that!
 
It’s simple: first off you have to show him that you’re still the boss. That could easily be done by wiggling your finger around against those warm insides, getting the poor colt even hotter. You couldn’t see it but Caramel would dive his head in against the beanbag, getting a mouthful so you won’t hear him moaning. There’s already been too many nights where you’ve made him moan and good-naturedly poked fun at how he sounded a little like a mare.
 
It’d be even worse with you pulling that finger out. He’d be clenching down on it, trying desperately to keep it inside him. Just imagine it – that kind of tightness squeezing down on your cock as you lie across his body, cuddling him…
 
But that could only be a minor, momentary distraction. Like catching a glimpse of his stiff cock which by now would have started to leak precum, staining the beanbag and floor. Could you keep your hand off it? He’s familiar with being cuddled in to you at night, your hand stroking him while his thighs squeeze you. No, you’d have to hold back. At least for now.
 
At least… until you’d snaked another finger in close to that impossibly tight little ring. Maybe you could lean in again and breath deeply of that rich, masculine scent. Then give a few gentle licks, just enough to get him lubed up again. And then? You’d have to push both fingers in, sweet little Caramel biting down on the beanbag as your fingers would slowly, agonisingly start to make their way in.
 
The skin all around would distend with the force. His hooves would dig in to the fabric of the bag, straining to stop himself from being moved as you put more strength into your arm. You might even have to whisper to him to relax, it’ll be much easier if he lets you in. So the colt would take a few deep breaths, relax his whole body and sink back onto your fingers.
 
You might even be tempted to lick your lips at the sight of those two fingers disappearing into him. Slowly, of course, unbearably slow to start off but the more you put into it, the quicker they’d open him up. His gently curved back might well start arching into the air as he wiggles his hips again and takes the last inch.
 
It’d be hot inside him, just as before but different. Tighter. Barely enough room to move your fingers before you’re stroking his insides again, drawing a quavering moan from the colt and another shudder along his body.
 
The sight… oh, that beautiful sight, it’d be too much. Don’t deny it, you’d have one hand down on your pants, undoing the belt and button. Your stiff cock would bounce free at last, rock hard and waiting to be plunged deep into the pony before you.
 
Caramel would see it too with his head turned about shyly. Of course, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen it but it would be the first time it would be going somewhere other than his mouth. And while it might be tempting to swing around to his front and let him have a quick suck of it—more to make sure the entry will be easy—we both know you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer.
 
Pulling your fingers back out would be almost as arduous as going in. Caramel would be biting his lip again, looking back to you with wide, pleading eyes. Knelt there, behind him, your member would wind up being pressed to his; one as hot and as hard as the other but for now only one would be finding relief.
 
It’d be a quick matter then, making sure his cheeks are spread wide for you to gaze down between. That ridiculously tight little butthole would still be glistening with saliva but you’d have to stand up to reach it. The beanbag has him raised just high enough for you to do that.
 
And… that would be it. You could line yourself up, maybe even grind over and back teasingly until Caramel’s whining and pressing himself against you. But would you take the final plunge?