My pony seduced me at 18
My little pony (seriously) seduced me when I was 18.
This is a rewrite of my experience.
My parents got a small pony when I was very young. I don't know why they did, but I grew very attached to her.
Farming is hard work, we had many animals, and I had many animals I needed to clean out after, but I was particularly attached to her. She used to nibble on me, I enjoyed combing out her coat, petting her down. I used to read books with her out in the barn in her stall just to be near her. I grew very deeply attached in time. I spent in inordinate amount of time with her, my parents knew she was my favorite.
She was in most of my life, she was around me since I was 5, maybe less. She was tiny, far too small for me or anybody else in my family to ride. I don't know why my parents got her, I was too young to know, I will never know but I grew extremely attached to her, very much. I want to stress, I was emotionally attached.
As I said, I enjoyed just being around her. I used to read textbooks and novels around her. I read both 1984 and Brave New World next to her. I liked to pet her, I enjoyed grooming her. It was quite enjoyable just to groom her, because I could tell she enjoyed it, she would use her muscles to pull her coat. Unless you have had a horse, you may not understand that, they seem to shrug, horses will pull INCHES of their skin up. Their musculature is confounding to me. I cannot flex my skin, a horse can.
I had had seen her being mated by similar sized stallions before, but she never conceived. It was a pity. I think she would have been a wonderful mother to a foal, but she couldn't conceive.
My parents gave up on her reproducing with her. I still was her best friend.
One day, as I was reading a novel, she presented to me, she urinated, and her pussy "winked" at me. She was in heat but there was no stallion. I was the only substitute. When they are in extreme heat, they are very obvious about it.
I was old enough at this point to know what this was. I was cautious, and I scared to be honest. I slipped two fingers into her warm moist cunt, and started to masturbate her. It didn't take long before I got her to squirt - in other words, hit an orgasm. When she did, I went rock hard. I immensely enjoy causing pleasure. When she hit orgasm with me for fooling around... What a turn on.
I had known her for most of my life. Here she was open to me fucking her. She was my friend, a wonderful intimate friend, for a long time.
I was damned scared but I touched her flank to make certain she knew I was there even though I just brought her to orgasm. I rubbed the tip of my cock into her cunt a little bit. I was so hard. Horses are slightly warmer than people are. She was what I would call "totally juiced up". I was careful not to harm her but I slowly slid into her without any resistance.
I was terrified of being caught but I quickly realized nobody bothered me when I was in the barn. I knew I was breaking rules here, rules beyond law. I was breaking rules of nature.
I decided to fuck her, make love to her if you prefer? She was offering, I was rock hard, I decided to accept.
I started to shove into her, slowly. I first pushed the head of my cock into her a bit, she was warm - warmer than we are. I remember being afraid of being kicked, and I've been kicked before but not by her. Once I got into her, I could barely prevent cumming on the first stroke, but I wanted this experience to last. I thought at the time I'd only do this once - which of course was wrong. As I pushed into her, and held myself there, she would clench around my cock. She liked being fucked, at least when she was in heat.
I had seen her being mated with a stallion before, and I was no stallion, they are far larger than any human is but I knew how rough they could be. I knew I couldn't be that rough, so I thrust into right into her and started to fuck her pretty hard, by human standards.
She was a perfect size, just at my hip level, I didn't need to bend down and I didn't need anything to stand on to get into her - to fuck her. She would squeeze her vaginal muscles when I thrust into her. This was intoxicating bliss to me. I was pretty sloppy about it the very first time, but my dick was telling me what do do, and I was getting plenty of communication from my pony what she enjoyed. That heightened the pleasure of the experience. I like to please.
She seemed to be hitting orgasm (a few contractions and spurting seemed to indicate that), and I was trying to prevent mine as she clenched around my cock every one or two times I drove into her cunt. Once she stopped clenching around me I started to pound into her again, and then I orgasmed and just stayed there, buried in her pussy as deep as I could get, and she clenched again, and again, and again and I convulsed every bit of cum I had into her. I came and she came, over and over again. It was ecstasy as she drained my balls. Men know this, my balls drew right up, as I shot load after load straight into her.
When I did this, I thought this would be a one time thing, I would never do again. I felt very guilty about what I had done. I felt I abused her, took advantage of her. I have to consider, maybe she took advantage of me. Didn't mind that at all if she did.
When I left, I was thinking "I will never do this again, this was wrong".
But the next day, tail up. What she would do is flop over her tail, fully exposing herself. She would do this expecting something, and that something was sex. Maybe SHE felt sorry for ME. Maybe it was a pity fuck I was getting. I am guarded about sex, maybe she knew how guarded I was and was breaking me down.
When she was in heat, I was more than happy to accommodate her. When she invited me in, I don't think I ever didn't take that invitation. When she wanted sex, I was eager to fuck her. When she didn't, I was quite satisfied just thinking about her as I beat off.
When she wasn't in heat, I was happy just to hang out with her. I do not like exhibiting "control", but I would put her in a halter and take her through the woods to a nice river area. Halters are a safety device, but I do not like using them, but you must use them outside of a controlled area for their own safety.
That pony I loved very much. I loved her before I had any sort of sexual contact with, but after the sex, I was grateful to her. I hope she loved me as much as I loved her. Her death was very painful to me, and it should have been. It's fair, the more affection you have the more it hurts when you lose them.
After I fucked her a few times, we used to get a rhythm going. I'd shove my cock into her twice, and then she would clench and I would hold. We both got into an enjoyable routine. First time was sloppy.
She wasn't so huge I couldn't reach her tits when I was on top of her. In later sessions, I would get on her back, get my cock comfortably in her and rest it there, put a little bit of my weight on her, and lightly stroke her tits, until they engorged. She noticed that, I could see her reaction, I'd fondle her a bit first, then start driving in. I didn't drive way out and way in, I stayed mostly in, short strokes.
She was a wonderful lover, and I hope she thought I was. I loved her dearly. I would do almost anything just to be with her in the pasture again lying down, petting her.
It wasn't about sex, it was about the affection. I'm sure there must be plenty of people thinking what I did was horrific, abusive. I never restricted her, I never forced her. She was completely free to move. I loved making her cum. I loved to cum into her. Beyond the sex, I would bring her apples, carrots - I was warned not to overfeed her, she was, by far, my favorite, and it wasn't because she allowed me to fuck her. She was just such a kind and gentle soul.
Once I was so worked up, and used to fucking her, I was able to get her so worked up, she took a shit when I was fucking her. I immediately stopped - worrying I might infect her. I jerked off with her juice around my cock and cleaned her up, then the stall. I think her orgasming affected her digestive system. That was quite an experience to realize how lusty I could get her. She crapped all over me. An an incredible mess I guess I caused?
I never had anal intercourse with her BTW. I don't think she would have found that pleasurable and all I wanted to do was please. If she never invited me to fuck her, I never would have. I was entirely content just to brush her out, pet her, sometimes hug her. Maybe I should have stuck with just that, rather than breaking the laws of nature.
I miss her terribly. I was with her when we put her down, I was in college then, barbiturate overdose. I did not openly cry, but I had tears streaming down my face. I helped bury her. She grew to have severe medical conditions, we don't know how old she was, but she got elderly. When I go back, I still visit her grave. My family doesn't own the land anymore, but I have spoken with with the new landowners, and have permission. I just told them that "this area is where my favorite pet is buried". I, of course, have not gone into this level of detail.
It's a bitch I have to live so fucking long, outlive everything I have grown to love. I have decided that life is some sort of purgatory. This existence must be some sort of lesson, or perhaps, it's just meaningless. I don't know. I do know I miss my pony, and always will. I know I loved her.
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ILoveAnimals: When I broke down and had sex with her, I'm pretty certain I was reading Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky. I read Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes alongside her as well. That was a very touching story. I'm overly sentimental. I read Watership Down with her. Required reading at the time for me. I miss just reading with her and being near her. I miss petting her. I'm not a primitive, I'm "highly educated". I'm just emotionally weak. She seduced me and I loved her a lot. I am thankful for that connection. I have to plow through 200 Years Together by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. It's finally been translated, but it's a forbidden subject. I've gone through most of Gulag Archipelago, it's almost a comedy, until you realize it was quite real - it is partially fictional. I'm not an intellectual, but I can fake being one. I have the same intelligence. I run the gamut. I have a very wide range, many choices. Don't envy me. I would rather be on a small and directed path. I am very grateful I never became sadistic, that I'm worried about causing harm - that I am cautious.I could have gone sadistic I think at one point I think. I would have really broken from the world then. I would have been divorced from every living thing then. I'm very thankful I didn't step over that line. My best experiences really are compassion and kindness. I am glad I picked kindness, no matter how screwed up it was :) I am very grateful I never was violent. I have experienced violence, but it was against me. I will never pass that on.
Reply↴ • uid:1e43iigu27g1Rustyas1: I think a pony knows when it wants to be fucked and when you can tell you have to fuck her. It is only fair. I enjoyed your story 🍺🍺
Reply↴ • uid:frcs5ab0jILoveAnimals: Not just a "story". I loved her. I loved her far before I ever had sex with her. I don't think most people could understand. We were likely the same age. I'd do anything just to be with her again. It wasn't about sex, I adored her. I miss her. I know I certainly went well beyond boundaries, but it wasn't her fault, it was mine. I have incredible affection to her to this day. i will never forget her. It's a crime that they die so young. I'm not religious, but if there is an afterlife, I would like to touch her again, if only for a moment.
• uid:5kpf4pkut4uILoveAnimals: I worry if I am a monster. I adored her. I broke some fundamental rules. I hope she loved me, and didn't just accept me. I'm terrified this may have been abuse. I'm afraid of that. I loved her very much. She seemed to love me. I miss her. I will always miss her. She was my first love, and I really loved her.
• uid:mpsz0aot8uILoveAnimals: "She", not "it". I'm going to correct you there. They are not human, but at the same time, they are not things. I am quite certain she enjoyed the sex.If she didn't, she could push me off, and if I tried to continue, she could trample me, she was twice my weight and 4 times my strength and I was no weakling back then. I loved her dearly. I am grateful to her. I am also embarrassed and ashamed with what I did.I never hurt her, but I know how the world would judge me if I was totally open about this. I miss many animals and people in my life though death. She was the first one I really connected to, I think I miss her most of all. I guess this is why bestiality is considered an abomination. She died in her 30's, I'm going to live twice as long, maybe (terribly) 3 times as long. I'm nearly twice her age now when she died, and I still miss her. I had so much affection for her, I should have stopped there. I just miss her. I should have never had sex with her but if I didn't, I still think I would have felt this loss. I miss her very much.
• uid:1e43iigu27g1ILoveAnimals: Here's quite a bit more of an innocent story, recount. The last time I interacted with a pony was at an office park. I was running off to get a bite to eat at lunch, and there was a gelding in a small fenced enclosure. One of the buildings was a medical facility, so I think the pony was brought there either as part of a petting zoo, or possibly to be ridden - I didn't ask the person that brought him, she was busy setting up. It had been years since I touched a pony, so I reached through the gate, and lightly started to stoke him. I'm pretty good about conveying affection. The little guy was first nervous with me, but he quickly got over that. I had nothing but good intentions, and I think they can feel that. Poor thing had a rough ride to our office park. He had defecated everywhere, I imagine the haul had to be a pretty long one, I'm in a relatively urban area. I was petting him just under the chin down to what I believe is called the brisket, just above the front legs. I do know this is an erogenous zone, it's quite a sensitive area. He realized pretty quick I just wanted to please him. What surprised me is he started to cuddle up to me, moving sideways so I could be closer and more easily pet him.That was pretty awesome. I only had an hour off for lunch, so after 10 minutes I had to go, he whinnied when I got about 10 feet away, calling me back. He was pretty good at making me feel guilty. I still grabbed my food, but to go, and spent another 10 minutes with him on my way back, the place I was getting food from was just across the street. I think the owner was delighted - maybe she realized I had ponies before. It was nice to just pet down a pony again. I was tempted to blow off work, lie, say I was sick or something. I really enjoyed that 20 minute interaction. It had been over a decade since I had the opportunity to pet a pony. Just a nice, quiet interaction, very sweet. I get a lot out of making an animal happy and content.
• uid:1cnczb3o8b50bewellis: umm pony pussy could be kinda kinky also but ididnt no animals have sexual feelings like humans thats the part that lets you know its fiction
Reply↴ • uid:mqsuni3edf5LoveAnimals: Haha. The idea that animals don't have feelings, that insane to me. Obviously they do. Everything they experience is emotional, including sex. My pony quite possibly didn't experience a connection with me through sex, but I sure did.I can tell you without any doubt at all, they enjoy affection. They aren't things. I feel this is blatantly obvious now. Never had a dog or a cat? They all, without doubt feel emotion. I almost certainly fucked up with having sex with her, I was overdriven by lust at the time, and once I gave into that, I wanted more - but she liked being pet out, combed out, she enjoyed affection. Maybe sex is less important to them, but it was important to me. When I combed her out, I could get her to nibble in enjoyment. Cant say that when I was having intercourse with her although I got her pretty worked up once. If you think of them as "things", you're just wrong. It's a living thinking soul.Curious, nurturing, loving, troublesome, resistant, pissed off, happy. They have at least as much emotional awareness I do, but maybe I'm retarded. I did fuck a pony after all.
• uid:sky7s5byvdrILoveAnimals: Some people think it's just about sex, I smashed that boundary. I really loved her. I loved her well before I had intercourse with her. I miss her. I guess I am a zoophiliac. I miss her terribly. I do fear what I did was evil, wrong. I am well aware I had a great deal of control over her. I was stupid in my youth.I object to harm, and she wasn't "a thing". As time distances, I have regrets - but she did invite me, once. After that one time I was hooked in.I am grateful to be older and no so easily seduced now. I still love her, she is dead now, but I wish I never had sex with her. My best emotional state is compassion, not lust. Most people cannot understand this bond.
• uid:mpsz0aot8uGh: Umm this is basically exactly the same as the other story you wrote a few weeks ago. Do you not know how to write something different or forgot you already wrote this ?
Reply↴ • uid:1d0646exzz9yLoveAnimals: I cannot easily rewrite my real experience without going into fantasy. I can describe what I did in many ways, but it's complex. I feared I was a monster, evil in what I did for a long time. It has taken decades to consider I wasn't, at least I don't think I am, I was in emotional turmoil for a long time. I never hurt her, never restricted her. If she got pissed off she could have easily killeld me, at least harm me. She never harmed me. She was several hundred pounds over my weight, immensely stronger, I thought I may have been a rapist with some animal with Stockholm Syndrome for a while. I was scared I was an inadvertent abuser. I was terrified of that. Although I never physically restricted her, I wonder if I unconsciousnessly did it mentally - she trusted me. I hope I never abused that trust. I loved her well before I had sex with her, I should have never done it if she didn't invite it. I have both fear and regret. My fear is I used her, she put up with me. I needed a friend back then not a lover. It was her that brought me to that final level. I would have never had sex with her if she didn't invite me. Fear is my worst enemy. I don't want to harm, and I overthink things, I always suspect because I'm well outside of the "norm", I have that fear all the time. I regret it in many ways, what I did. I wouldn't recommend you do this. I should not have done this. I both regret it, and don't. One of the worst experiences in my life was having to put her down. It's bullshit they live so shortly, or I live so goddamned long. I loved her. 30 years seems like a long time when you are 15. I would do nearly anything to meet her again. The sex was awesome, but the emotional connection is what I really miss. I loved her very much, can't help it. I cannot deny for a moment I enjoyed the sex, but what I really enjoyed, was the connection. This is not "a story". It's a recount.
• uid:sky7s5byvdrLoveAnimals: My reply to you seems to be in holding, for now, but YEP. Want me to make stuff up? This was my early experience. Somebody whined and moaned I was being too repetitive in my first post. I wrote that to remember her. I was repetitive. I have found people LIKE me, but not like me. I always feel permanently connected. It was a mistake for me, I will always miss her. I will be on my death bed missing her. I cannot disconnect from those I loves, ever. They are NOT things.
• uid:sky7s5byvdrILoveAnimals: Gh: - you're a sadist aren't you? You disgust me. If it was in my ability, I'd wipe all of you from existence. I've run into you scum before, I can feel you out by just slightly touching you. I know you, and if you ever run into me, you better run.
• uid:t4s3q96qsILoveAnimals: As I age, it's odd to see I was quite innocent then despite what I thought at the time was horrible depravity. I didn't realize at the time I would remain forever connected to her. I've had other animals since, but I never did what I did then, but I damned well loved them all. I shouldn't have done it, I was young and horny. I wanted to please her and damned if I didn't want pleasure myself. The connection I got and what I've lost will last me until my death. I should have never gotten this intimate with her. I'm quite satisfied just having a dog curl up next to me now. I wonder how many people here reading this consider me a monster, I'm not. I have done a lot of work in animal rehabilitation and rescue. She may have damned me, but in this life, she opened up my soul. Cruelty is one thing I do no understand. Glad I don't. Maybe I'm just fundamentally built differently and she knew. Maybe she was different. Who knows. She was my first, and I think best, love. Rest in peace little one. With some luck, I will see you in less than 30 years if only for a moment. I loved you.
Reply↴ • uid:phkby8snthuILoveAnimals: I misspoke. I still love you little one. I will never give up my affection for you. I feel you seduced me, but I'm OK with that. I hope to see you again at some point. If it's oblivion we are headed toward, fine, but if there is an afterlife of some sort, I want to meet you again. Just once, for however of a short period of time. My preference would be eternity. I know I broke rules. It wasn't your fault. Little one, I still love you, even after a decade. I'll never get over you. You were in my life for more than 1/2 my life. I am sorry we had to euthanize you, but a natural death would have been agony for you. I still miss you. I realize now, I will miss you all my life. You aren't the only one I loved, you were the only one that was able to seduce me. I hate this long life. I should have died at 40, I'm condemned to live to like 70, even perhaps 90. Life is a bitch, it's not just a saying. For people reading this, as I age, I withdraw more. It's painful to love and to have loss. As I grow older and older, it's now just a build up of loss. I am not just a mindless pervert. I experience deep grief, more than most people can. Rest in peace little one. I love you still.
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