Pony Joke Pt. 01

Forgetting the fact, of course, that Fyr was up in the house, none the wiser, not knowing what her husband was doing with the horse that she'd only just met not all that long ago.

That didn't matter. As long as they got what they needed, Ropes pressing in and even suckling on the horse's clit until Limba succumbed to the heated rise of pleasure inside him. The horse thrust and bucked increasingly urgently up against his muzzle, juices practically squirting from him, though it was not up to him to control the moment.

No... He was free to lie there, head spinning in the afterglow, as the cougar moved over him, licking off his lips salaciously, already appreciating the treat that he had gulped down. Eating out another was a pleasure in itself, but, even when it came to being a demon, there was nothing better, at least to him, than sinking his cock into a hot, wet pussy that gripped him in just the right way.

They cried out as Rope lined up, leaning over Limba as he sank his dick inside in one, single thrust, using every inch. Like the cougar had said, he liked mare pussy better. And Limba had the best mare pussy of them all...

"Oh... Yes... Fuck... Ahhh!"

Limba tried to buck up against Ropes, losing his sense of self in his eagerness, but the cougar was quick to pin him down, the light barbs on his cock pulling and catching in his sensitive pussy. They were not sharp enough to bite or cause any harm, but were more than enough to stimulate him, Limba trying to thrash in his moment of lust.

"Unff..."

Ropes shrugged, too warm, using his tentacles swiftly to slide out of his shirt too, kicking his underwear off one ankle. He'd already lost his jeans and would have to later brush off the dirt from them, but being nude but for his natural fur felt better to him, able to more easily roll his shoulders back, lips parted in a feline hiss.

"Yesssss..."

Perhaps he should not have, but he still exulted in the sensation of driving into Limba when his wife was unawares. He could only imagine, for it was not as if Fyr was going to raise anything with him, just how she was driving herself wild wondering what was going on, when he was going to start teasing her about Limba. Little did Fyr know that Ropes already had a tease well in play for her, the joke on her while he got one over on the red dragoness yet again.

It was all as anticipated, though he sank into the moment, shuddering thrills running through him as a sweet mare pussy gripped his cock. Even though Limba was not fully in control of his muscles down there, the equine's pussy still teased and pulsed, muscles pulling and contracting, so slick and wet after his climax that it was all Ropes could do to not cum right then and there. He didn't have to hold back, of course, but he still wanted to savour the moment, every fluttering heartbeat and every grind in of his cock into a cunny that simply kept him coming back, again and again, for more.

"Unff... Yes, so tight..."

Ropes bared his teeth as if he had suddenly taken on a more ardent feral form, the squirming equine tiring him, just a little. But the thrash and lustful thrusts back of the horse were most certainly something that he could tame, pinning his arms back above his head to stretch him out a little more. He could have held him in position by spreading and holding his legs out too, but Ropes had a few more tricks up his figurative sleeve than that.

But the first the horse knew of it was Ropes' tentacle caressing and sliding over his backside, groping and squeezing the firm muscle there. The tentacle was far from idle, however, teasing between his rear cheeks and finding the fat pucker of his tail hole, the doughnut of soft flesh accepting his tentacle inside swiftly and easily. The horse arched up, head spinning, pussy squeezing down, though he was not yet close to orgasm, despite the rippling waves of pleasure flooding him, pulling him closer and closer to a second high and point of no return like nothing he could ever do for himself.

"Oh... Fuck... Yes..." He moaned, trying to buck and thrust, but that tentacle in his backside drove in even harder, working back and forth as if Ropes was fucking his arse at that very moment with his cock too. "Harder... Mmm... Make me your mare!"

Even though being a boy mare was how Limba identified, he still liked it to be said, heat rising to his cheeks as he grunted, eyes wide and bulging. Ropes shoved a tentacle into his mouth with a shake of his head, at the very least giving Limba something to suck on, keeping him quiet.

"Fyr's probably dozing by now," he growled, leaning over the equine as he forced Limba's legs a little further apart with a push of his own, demanding space. "But you've got to be quiet too!"

Ropes had a better handle on himself than the equine, to be fair, but lust still had to be taken, stroke after devious stroke. He groaned deeply, relishing in the moment, the rush of heated pleasure, how it flowed through him with every stroke. Yet it was the grip and the pulse of the horse's pussy that pulled him on, making him want to fuck him harder and faster, to really give in to the crudest, roughest sex that he could pull on. Of course, it had only been a couple of days since he and Limba had last fucked, but it may as well have been months or even years for how Ropes felt.

The horse sucked on his tentacle as if it was his cock, the cougar working it back and forth gently inside his mouth, playfully tickling the back of his throat and the lack of a gag reflex. Damn, that was something he liked about horses too, Limba rocking onto his cock weakly, eyes wide and plaintively, straining to say something even as he was gagged by his tentacle. And yet Ropes didn't need to hear a single word when he was so caught up in taking pleasure, every stroke bringing him more lust, heat crawling across his skin, tail lashing.

Limba went first, however, rocking up with a muffled cry, shuddering in place, revelling in his second orgasm. His pussy squeezed, squirting his arousal out along the length of the cougar's cock, though he couldn't have done anything else other than to ride it all out if he'd wanted to escape. Sometimes, the overwhelming rush of ecstasy was too much, even for him, though pushing through orgasm to the blissful afterglow was all that was needed to be ready and comfortable again for another round.

The cougar slammed in, driving in with short, hard thrusts, barely drawing back at all before slamming in once more. Losing himself, he snarled, giving in to the demon within as he unloaded, spurs raking and pulling as the beautiful equine arched up against him. Even those lips on his tentacle, the tongue swirling around, were divine, pulling him through throbbing spurt after spurt of orgasm, filling the horse's pussy with his cream. Ropes grunted, swallowing his yowl for discretion, at least that time, staying as deep as he possibly could within the hot, tight grip of his partner of the moment's pussy.

It was there that he stayed, unloading every drop of thick cum that he had to give, though the cougar was not particularly over productive in his orgasms, not unless he did something different like holding off or edging. It was not needed, not when a demon of lust could fuck and fuck and fuck again -- which was probably one of the reasons that Limba enjoyed his company as much as he did. He didn't mind that the horse liked him for his dick, for there was more to their friendship than that, but that kind of relationship where they were friends with some big benefits between them was what he liked too. Who was he to judge either Limba or himself, after all?

He groaned, moving again already, though neither had any real notion of how much time had passed since they had started fucking. The cougar's ears pricked, keeping watch on the outside world, just in case Fyr headed off out looking for them, though he hoped that she was out for the count already. That would be the easiest thing and he would smooth things over with her later if she had noticed him missing for longer, all so that he could keep playing his little game. It was not as if it was a game that they had not played before, after all, even if Fyr was not aware of it this time.

With the horse moaning under him, Ropes smirked and sank once more into his mare pussy, seeking to cream inside again and make him even wetter and more lustful than he already was.

If that was even possible for a horny boy mare like that...

Continued in part two...