The four stood in a group as you stand in naked glory. The male thoughts of beastial pleasure pulse about in the warping mind. You would love to make pony love to any or all of them, if they might agree.
A dappled blonde and brown mare steps away from the group and begins to walk wide circles keeping you well in her view.
You sniff in her scent and with the pheromones flying a very male pony cock falls from it's dark home. The mare snuffles softly as she steps closer yet.
Making not a move you stand stiff of body and almost rigid of cock.
Closer she comes as walking by her sound hairy body smooths across your flanks. Now that cock bobbs up and down as the lust of a stallion builds to fevered pitch.
Huffing your breath it begins to sound of snorting. This brings the sweet mare to turn her rump toward your long face. A slow rise of that very full hairy pony tail gives wonderous views.
Round, hairy buttocks, a neat combed tail, the winking lips of her very pony shaped vulva give her intentions. She welcomes you and you are so willing. She spreads her hind legs, bows her head low. A act of submission to the stallion of her choice.
You are the choosen one, she wants you to mount and plunge so very deeply. Her thoughts are your deep desires too. A bound from forelegs bring you to lean over her rump.
Your legs straddle down her sides as the erect pony cock searches in the blind for a moist welcomed place to burrow deep. At last the process becomes one of technique. The touch of the flat end of your most sensual part now presses at the gates to heaven.
A thought of some moral reasoning stops your advance, but as quick as it comes the thought fades and only pleasure in the order of the day.
The wet warmth of her juicy cunt now spreads it's sensation over the length of that pure pony cock. A thrilling joy of enriched pleasures which you never felt in the embrace of a woman. Inch by inch the sensual hose goes ever deeper down.
At last the feel of your sheath touches the vulva and the greatest depth has been reached. Now comes an old form of pleasure as the penis now beastial of size pulls back and thrusts deep. The ribs of her most female birth canal grips the cock and grants a higher realm of pleasure.
Those strong hips thrust the member roughly in and help pull it back only to bring shivers of pleasure. Again and again you work the pelvic thrusts till a building preasure signals what is to come.
Building preasure is but part of the ultimate delight of being pressed so deep into the mare. You remember such as when a man but never was the urge and preasure so great as now. A wriggling mass of cum and semen roars up from the testicles. Down the length of the black shaft comes your pony seed. Like a preasured flood moving down a long hose, a hose which is part of the real you.
Shivers of pleasure pulse from you into the mare as she expects what is soon to come. Now the fever of that passionate desire is at it's peak. The anterior end of the wonderful shaft opens of bring a feeling of watery cum and globbing chucks of pony semen to spew out.
Out the seed of pleasure spews. A blubbering preasure of pleasure and musky scent. A snort of stable air bring the scent of your semen mixed with her love juices. Now as the preasure falls, passion calms, the scent renews all wonderous desire.
Again she winks her sexual lips. The feeling in unmistakeable, she wishes you to begin anew. The blood boils, lust returns, passion builds that very nice preasure in those big testicles. The desire to thrust returns as passion bring the feeling you now so wish to enjoy.
The mare's nearby whinnie softly in hope that one of them will be next.