She stepped into the stable wearing nothing but an old tank top and cutoff shorts, the late afternoon heat making her skin slick. The pony stood in the last stall, a big dappled beast with a thick neck and heavy balls already drawn up tight. His cock was half out of the sheath, dark and veined, the tip glistening.
She’d been thinking about this all week. Every time she mucked out the stalls she watched him, and every time he got hard for her. Today she wasn’t leaving until she felt that thick length stretching her open.
The pony snorted when she unlatched the door. She moved slow, letting him catch her scent. His nostrils flared. She stripped the tank top over her head, letting her tits bounce free, nipples already tight. The shorts followed, kicked into the straw. Naked, she walked right up to him and reached under his belly.
Her fingers wrapped around the hot, heavy shaft. It pulsed in her grip, growing thicker, the head flaring wider. She stroked him with both hands, precum leaking over her knuckles. The pony shifted his weight, hips twitching. She dropped to her knees in the straw and brought her mouth to the tip, licking the salty fluid, then opening wide to take as much as she could. Her lips stretched around the blunt head. She sucked hard, tongue working the underside while her hands kept pumping the shaft.
He was fully hard now, nearly two feet of thick pony cock throbbing in her fists. She pulled off with a wet pop and stood up, heart hammering. She turned around, braced her hands on the stall wall, and spread her legs. The pony knew what to do. He stepped forward, hooves thudding, and mounted the low breeding stand she’d shoved into place earlier. His belly pressed along her back. The heavy cock slapped between her thighs, hot and slick.
She reached back, grabbed the shaft, and lined the flared head up with her pussy. She was already dripping. One slow push and the tip breached her, stretching her entrance wide. She gasped at the burn, then moaned as another inch sank in. The pony thrust, short and powerful, driving more of that thick cock into her cunt. She felt herself opening around him, walls clenching, juices running down her thighs.
He fucked her in steady, brutal strokes, each one forcing her to take another inch.
Her belly bulged slightly with the girth. She pushed back to meet him, taking him deeper, until she felt the medial ring pop inside and the head press against her cervix. The stretch was obscene. She came hard, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around the invading cock.
The pony didn’t stop. He kept pounding, the wet sound of her soaked pussy taking every thrust filling the stall. She reached down and rubbed her clit, another orgasm building fast. When he finally pulled back and slammed in to the hilt she screamed, coming again, squirting around the thick shaft.
She felt him swell even more. His balls tightened. Hot, thick ropes of pony cum flooded her, pumping straight into her womb. It overflowed, running out around his cock in heavy streams, soaking the straw under her feet. He stayed locked inside her until the last spurt, then slowly withdrew. A flood of cum poured out of her stretched hole, splattering the ground.
She stayed bent over, panting, cunt gaping and dripping. The pony’s cock hung heavy and wet beneath him, still twitching. She turned, dropped to her knees again, and licked him clean, tasting her own juices mixed with his seed. Then she stood, legs unsteady, and stroked his neck.
“Same time tomorrow,” she whispered, already feeling the ache between her legs and wanting it again. The pony huffed, cock starting to swell once more. She smiled, already planning how she’d take him even deeper next time.
