Authors Note Hi guys here's the latest, I'm not sure whether I overstretched myself but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Its a bit wordy but there is sex in there somewhere LOL. This story contains elements of BDSM and fetish pony play, there is no bestiality of any kind. Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was ea...
The next day I again called in sick to work. Early in the morning, I made my way back to that secret place in the forest. I found my entry and crawled through. Nothing had changed, it was beautiful, calm and enchanting. I made no pretense of why I was there. I knew and the enchanted place knew I was there for sex. I took off my clothes and lay them in a pile...
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Lisa's introduction to an entirely new way of life happened one day solely by a serendipitous misfortune. She was at a busy mall conducting some personal business when the dominos of happenstance began to fall down around her. It was a chance encounter: an unplanned adventure, not of bad luck or good. Yet as a result, Lisa's life was energized into an entire...
Cannes to Las Vegas a pony girl odyssey A sequel to Saddleworth to Cannes "What on earth did you want to go and do that for!" Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint ripple of polite applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold medal around my neck. I had just w...
You wake up to the steady drip of water. For a moment you think you've left the faucet on at home. Slowly you open your eyes, wildly groggy. Your vision is fuzzy. Remnants of a night partying. And then...your here. Here is your face pressed against a cold stone floor. As you come to you can feel something warm and fleshy wrapped around your ankle. It's gent...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Chapter 10 THE PICNIC The rope reins hung loose in my hand as I hiked along the trail down to the spring. I walked slowly and carefully, giving her time to consider and place each step. She was painfully harnessed and loaded. I had no intention of allowing her to be injured and any misstep could end in a fall. I spent as much time looking back to check her...
Your name is Kirsten Fowler, you are a reporter in the city of Windover. You're 5'9" tall, you have B-cup breasts, and you wear your dark brunette hair in a pony tale. Several months ago you and your father, a policeman, were assaulted by... well. You're not quite sure what it was. Your father had picked you up from work that day and you'd been driving...
Centaur Love V Mathew sat on the little bench beside the drying barn. Growing up he always woke to see his father getting up early for deliveries, but he never knew how his father knew when one would be delivered. But now he knew. A soft scratching feeling had woken him up earlier. The soft scratching came through the spell of clairvoyance he had laid on t...