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Year of the Bull Chapter 7: Pony Play
🕑 Added 2021-10-19 05:04:12 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Wyebird
Though it was fun to frequently be on the prowl for new and interesting people to have sex with, often times it was the contacts Alode made along the way that were just as interesting to indulge with. Especially when they themselves harbored enough kinky facets to keep him engaged for long periods of time.
The bull god kept himself partially entertained as he maintained a conversation with one of his newer friends via text. The chat had taken a turn for the dirty and now pics were being exchanged between them.
“Say 'cheese',” Alode said with a grin as he angled his camera down at his crotch and snapped a quick pic.
Oliver blinked in surprise and paused in his movements; half of the bull god's cock stuck in his mouth. He rose one eyebrow and gave his roommate an incredulous look as he obliviously tapped away a message and then hit send. The tiger finished going down, then held the length in his throat for a few seconds before pulling back with a loud slurp.
“Are you still going over there?” the femboy asked as he idly pumped over Alode's shaft with both paws, twisting his wrists as he did.
“Oh yeah, he's got some new pony gear that he's been eager to use. Supposedly he bought it just for me,” Alode said back with a smirk as he saw the replying message full of emojis and a short diatribe about how he couldn't wait to be the one fawning over that thick bull dick next.
“But you've already got me here, why can't we do some fun pony stuff?” Oliver asked and dragged his tongue up the cock's side.
“Because you're not a pony. Also, we have sex all the time, don't be so greedy,” Alode chuckled and reached out with a hand to grasp the back of the tiger's head and forced his mouth back down onto the throbbing girth. Oliver complied with a startled meow and sank to the point of kissing the bull god's lap.
You ride me like a pony all the time though, the tiger thought half bitterly to himself, though he did have to admit that Alode had a point. There were plenty of times that the bull god would get back from having sex with one of his other boy toys and he'd still make time for Oliver. And it's not like the tiger had much room to talk given what he did for a living. In all, he just shrugged to himself and resumed his quick slurping and bobbing while he wiggled his tongue back and forth against the cock's under side.
A replying pic of Alode's pony friend popped up and caused him to excitedly push into the tiger's mouth. It detailed the feminine equine's ass spread open with his tailhole slightly gaped from being vigorously fingered. His fur was damp from a fresh shower and the message sent with it simply said “Ready and waiting for you.”
Alode chuckled to himself and shifted forward in his seat.
The tiger abruptly drew back and slipped the member once more from his mouth as the bull god stood up. He tilted his head in confusion before asking, “Don't you want me to finish you off?”
“Thank you, but I just needed a warm up is all,” Alode said as he made his way across the living room.
Oliver huffed in irritation and hopped up onto the still warm cushion and crossed his arms over his chest. He was still pouting when the bull god came back from his room fully clothed, his huge cock somehow stuffed into his pants and not showing an obvious bulge of how hard he still was.
Upon seeing his roommate's upset disposition, he approached with a warm smile. “I don't mean to leave all of a sudden, but I promise that I'll finish you off when I get back home.”
“And how long will that be?” the tiger retorted.
“Shouldn't be more than a few hours.”
“A few,” Oliver huffed again.
“Oh, don't be that way.” Alode leaned down and nuzzled his face against the tiger's ear. It gave a reflexive flick in indignation. “I'll make sure it's worth the while to wait up for me. You know what I'm capable of doing.”
“Oh? In what way?” the tiger asked, his curiosity piqued.
“How about I answer any more questions that you have about me and I'll do that thing with my tongue that you like so much,” Alode offered.
Oliver's ears flicked again, this time in renewed interest. “Well...all right then. But please don't be gone all night? I got stuff to do tomorrow.”
“I'll try my best. That's all I can offer,” the bull god said and ended his words with a wink before he turned and made his way for the front door. Oliver watched after him as he so casually walked out and closed the door behind, all the while frantically coming up with the questions he most thought to be the best to ask upon his roommate's return.
By this point in his vacation, Alode had practically memorized every street and building in his mind and no longer needed any kind of assistance getting to any address that was given to him. As such, he arrived at the pony's house far out in the suburbs less than twenty minutes after he left his apartment.
It was a small building that the equine shared with two other roommates, but neither were home at the moment, as was the plan. Such was further obvious by the fact that only one car remained parked in the three-car driveway.
Upon hearing the bull god's car door slam shut, the pony appeared at the living room window and drew open the curtains to see that his lover had indeed arrived. Alode paused for a moment at the sudden display as the pony was so ready for their fun that he was already completely naked and semi hard. The bull god could only chuckle and shake his head as he came up to the front door.
Before Alode could even raise his hand to knock, the door swung open and in front of him stood the overly excited femboy horse, Tristan. He was a head shorter than the bull god with a thin form and supple hips that lead to a backside that portrayed an athletic lifestyle. In fact, it was his ass that caught Alode's attention while walking past the front of a gym. He was bent low doing a lunging workout while holding dumbbells and from then on Alode made it his mission to have a taste. Luckily not only did the pony share the same interest but he was quite enthusiastic about the prospect as well.
“Mind if I come in?” the bull god asked with a smirk.
Tristan didn't even say anything, he just grabbed his guest by the arms and hauled him inside, the door clattering shut from behind.
“Took you long enough,” Tristan said and continued to lead Alode through his house. As he did, the bull god's eyes once again locked to that irresistibly cute backside, of which was bare and begging to be used. His well-prepared cock flexed at the thought and he had to remind himself to stay calm or else risk destroying his clothing.
Luckily, he wouldn't have to wait long to strip down. The pony didn't even go to his room, he made a detour the living room and stopped at the large couch that dominated one wall. From there he let go of the bull god's hand and nabbed the leather bridle that he had bought for this special occasion.
Alode took the opportunity to shove his bottoms down while he watched Tristan fit the piece over his snout and shove the wooden bit between his teeth. When the pony turned back to look at his guest, he was met with the bull god's naked form and grinning visage. Though slightly shocked by the sudden removal of clothing, the pony was similarly overjoyed at the sight of his lover's cock standing proudly from his lap.
Tristan didn't bother to question how such a large thing was kept hidden so well, even if he could have, he just meandered back over to Alode and held out the thick leash that was connected to the back of his bridle.
The bull god took the end and wound it around his hand before gripping it tightly in his fist, showing how firm of a hold he had on it. The pony beamed as best he could through the mouth gag and turned to continue leading his lover to his room so they could have more privacy but the lead snapped taught.
With a surprised nicker, Tristan stumbled back and turned to see that Alode hadn't budged from his spot. He nodded with his head for the other to follow but the bull god just shook his head with a dark glint coming to his hungry gaze.
The pony quirked an eyebrow in confusion but was suddenly yanked forward. He stumbled awkward and might have fallen flat on his face if Alode wasn't there for him to crash against. He braced against the other's towering, statuesque body, both hands on his chest as he stared up with a hint of fear. His heart beat fast and his breathing started to become labored as he huffed around the bit.
Suddenly, Alode grabbed the pony by the arm, spun him around and shoved him towards the nearby couch. Tristan flopped against the arm and righted himself just as the bull god came to stand right behind. He wasn't able to comment or question what was going on besides a few burbles of broken speech, but his lover's intent was clear.
Alode's cock smacked the pony's butt as a way to tell him what was coming. Tristan uttered an excited, muffled neigh and pushed back as intense heat wafted over his lower body.
Another rough tug on the lead made the femboy straighten his back and tilt his head up, the entire length straining. The bull god's free hand grasped the base of the other's tail and lifted it to show the begging ebony pucker beneath. He shoved his throbbing pyre between those cute cheeks and let his length grind against the puckered flesh. Precum dribbled from his tip and smeared against the sensitive ring which made Tristan moan longingly to be penetrated.
He got his wish mere seconds later as Alode drew his hips back, let his tip fall against the winking asshole, and then pushed in. The pony was so needy and ready that no lube was needed, and he had been fucked so many times by Alode that he was used to the size. Regardless, that didn't mean the surge of divine bliss that came with the entry wasn't appreciated.
A long, ecstatic moan escaped the pony as Alode's shaft forced itself all the way in. Their balls pushed tight together as Alode let his impressive size just settle within his lover, its length causing a prominent bulge to distend his belly.
The bull god grinned and admired the pony's submissive disposition, so ready to give him everything that he wanted and more. The more he looked at the bit that kept the femboy silent the more he realized that beyond being sexy, it was quite practical. Tristan was very noisy and loved to talk while getting fucked, so getting a reprieve from the chatter was the icing on the cake.
Just when Tristan thought he was going to start begging through the gag, Alode began to aggressively rut his hips. A guttural snort and huff exhaled against the back of his neck as pleasure stroked them both at the same time. The hand on his tail kept him in place while the other's powerful body pumped away. Each stroke pressed hard against his prostate before curving up and following his insides. Divine sparks of electricity tickled his belly and had him crying out with high-pitched moans.
A resounding clap resounded from every powerful thrust, immediately followed by a muffled scream. Tristan's eyes rolled up in their sockets as the pumping picked up in speed and strength. At no point did Alode relent on his hold of the leash, the pony's body bent back at a somewhat awkward angle. The femboy could care less about the slight twinge in his back, the ecstasy that stroked the nerves through his stomach were overclouding every other thought at the moment.
Rumbling groans escaped the bull god with every breath as he let more of his divine energy seep into his lover's body. His precum continued to spill and so Tristan's insides steady grew wet and the effort to stretch them became easier. The vacant look in the pony's unfocused eyes told Alode that he needed go even harder, and so he did.
Tristan's hands tightened their hold on the couch's arm as his body became assaulted with the relentless pounding. He no longer really moaned, all that came from him were whimpers and mumbles that might have been words without the bit garbling them.
Alode found the sounds to be far more attractive than he had expected them to be. Suddenly he wanted to do so much more to the pony than just gag and lead him around with a leash. He wanted to tie him up, suspend him from the ceiling and make him even more helpless and at the bull god's will. Perhaps another time, Alode thought to himself and sent another surge of energy into Tristan's body.
The pony screamed around his bit and struggled to stay upright. He wanted to just flop over the couch arm and let his body be used like a helpless fuck toy but his lover wasn't going to let him. Waves of euphoria crashed through his body as he struggled to stay coherent, the muscles along his belly frequently twitching as he was subjected to the other's might.
All through the aggressive treatment, Tristan's cock stuck out from his own lap, hard and dripping precum like a faucet. The clear fluid spattered against the floor and formed a small pool. In any other circumstance he was actually a hair trigger to reach his climax whenever his prostate got played with too much, even when he wasn't touching himself. How Alode was able to keep him right on that orgasmic edge without falling over was beyond his understanding, but at the moment his mind really wasn't filled with anything more that the intense pleasure of the moment.
“Such a good little mare,” Alode teased. He released Tristan's tail to give his ass a firm smack that was only slightly louder that the persistent clapping from their hips coming together. “You better give me a healthy foal when I'm done breeding you.”
Tristan replied with a string of muffled words that not even Alode's divine ears could really make out. He didn't care to, the wanting nickers that soon followed were all that he wanted to hear anyway. A smack on the other cheek made him jump forward and spatter some of his precum against the side of the couch. His foot gave an excited stomp on the floor as the pool had grown large enough to start getting his toes wet.
“Who's my good breeding slut?” Alode asked as he leaned his head closer to put his mouth right at the other's ear.
“Meee!” Tristan cried out surprisingly coherent.
“That's right, my good, little mare,” Alode continued to praise. The pounding reverberated through the house, further emphasizing the good fortune that they were the only ones home at the time. Not that they would have been any quieter if they were in private, but nothing quite beat the thrill of fucking so openly like this. Doing so in an apartment was one thing, but to have almost an entire house to themselves was exhilarating.
Alode's hopes made full swings with every thrust. His cock drew back so far that it almost popped free and he would drive in until their balls smacked together. His pleasure steadily rose over the minutes that the motion persisted for and he soon found himself at the peak of his endurance. At the moment his moans were greatly overshadowed by the pony's, but as the sensations along his cock grew more intense so too did the sounds that he made.
Powerful groans soon bellowed from the bull god as he got closer and closer to his edge. He soon pulled Tristan even farther back so that their bodies pressed together, truly emphasizing the difference in size between them. His mouth caught the pony's ear between his teeth and he playfully nibbled at the sensitive flesh as his rocking hips transitioned to more rapid, short strokes.
Tristan's mind buzzed with euphoria and he could barely do anything more than to just clench down on the rutting cock in the hopes of milking his lover of every drop that he had. Little did he realize how soon his wish would be granted.
With one particularly loud grunt, Alode shoved his body forward and forced the pony's front against the couch, his own cock flexed hard and pushed over the couch arm to point straight up in the air. The bull god's dick swelled and flexed one last time before a heavy burst of his hot, flowing cum spewed from his tip. The viscous liquid seeped deep into the pony's bowels, his insides painted white and bringing with it a surge of divinity that broke down the last barriers to his own climax.
If not for his exhausted state, Tristan would have screamed like he was being murdered. Luckily, he wasn't capable of that much volume, but his begging shout did herald his member flexing and spewing thick ropes of his own jizz across the couch cushions. The volume of his load nearly matched the bull god's in, and every renewed burst that filled him made him give one of his own.
Alode Slowly bucked a few more times to really make sure his balls were drained before he fully pulled out. To no one's surprised, the pony's thick asshole remained gaped and drooling cum. It ran down over his taint and covered his balls before continuing on to drip to the floor. The bull god watched the mess for a few moments as he caught his breath, then looked up to his lover.
Tristan was panting just the same, though his entire body seemed to be completely limp. Alode's weight and his hold of the leash seemed to be the only things holding him up, an aspect that made the bull god chuckle.
He released his hold on the pony's tail and went about quickly undoing the bridle from the back. As soon as the straps were undone the whole thing slipped over Tristan's head and gravity took over from there. His torso flopped forward and his face landed against the still lingering puddle of his cum on the cushion. His nose filled with the scent of his own emission and his mouth was almost the same as he was actually able to pant freely without the gag restricting him.
“Look at you, just can't get enough, can you?” Alode said and grasped a fistful of the pony's short mane. Tristan nickered weakly and tried to look back over his shoulder with tired eyes for further instruction. “Clean up your mess,” the bull god demanded.
Tristan didn't even hesitate. He lifted his head and began lapping at the mess, slurping up what he could of his own jizz and swallowing it back. He was hungry to be degraded, and this was one of Alode's favorite things to do when they were done fucking. The pony had drunk as much of his own cum as he had his lover's.
“Good girl,” Alode chuckled and aggressively shoved him forward while grabbing one leg and yanking it up. Tristan spun around and landed on his back against the cushions, his form concealing the dark damp spots of his cum that hadn't been licked up yet. Alode continued to shove his legs up to the point that Tristan was curled in on himself, his own dick flopping against his chest. If he strained forward enough, he could probably stuff the tip into his mouth, an aspect that hadn't escaped Alode's thoughts but that wasn't his current intent.
Instead, the bull god sank two fingers into the horse's loose asshole and scooped out a large glob of his jizz. He presented the dripping digits to Tristan and he obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. As soon as they were shoved between his lips, he clamped around them and suckled like a hungry foal, not stopping until they pulled back clean.
Alode played this action out a few more times, making sure to stick his fingers in as far as they could go to garner as much of his cum as he could. Only when he was confident that he couldn't get any more did he stop, but Tristan still seemed hungry.
To sate the begging pony, the bull god swung himself around and knelt on the cushion near the femboy's head and presented his semi hard cock. Like with the fingers, Tristan opened his mouth wide and eagerly accepted the length. It was still caked in his cum so it was like a freshly discovered treasure trove. His tongue washed the entire surface as it steadily sank down his throat, eagerly swallowing as he went along.
Once Alode was fully settled into Tristan's mouth to the point that his musky balls were resting on the pony's nose, he just let the femboy suckle away. Fresh blood and vigor soon had his cock swelling to appreciative firmness once again, to the submissive equine's delight.
The bull god could only watch on and laugh at how insatiable and eager this one was to please him. The more he basked in the pleasure that Tristan's stroking tongue and suckling lips provided, Alode made the conscious decision that maybe this one was also another worthy confidant to share his secret with.
If Alode wasn't careful he'd soon have to deal with a harem of femboys with no place to put them all. For the time being that was a worry that he'd deal with later. For now, it was a race to cum a few more times before Tristan's roommates got home and they still had a whole kitchen to get dirty.
