Cuckold Colt

As he moved, Amethyst's head whipped around, eyes narrowing dangerously. He froze halfway through the motion of standing.

"Stay there, colt," she reprimanded sharply, words cracking out like a whip over his head. "I did not say that you could move."

Nickering, he lowered his muzzle so that his chin rested on his chest, heart thudding wildly. Watching was simultaneously the worst and the very best thing ever, being able to look and not touch. But in his heart he would much rather be on his knees getting his mistress ready to take her stud however she pleased. He just wanted to be...well...involved. Involved in her pleasure.

Satisfied, Amethyst stepped back, pulling the stranger with her by the paw. He nickered and perched on the edge of the bed at her direction, only leaning forward to nuzzle briefly into the crook of her neck, blunt teeth nibbling softly. She giggled like a filly, tail lifted high and flirty as if to show off for her 'her' stud.

"How was your trip down?" She asked conversationally, seating herself in his lap. "Hopefully there was little traffic to harry you."

"It wasn't so bad," he replied, fingertips massaging down her spine to the mare's delight, her back arching. "Actually took the train - it's a bit easier if trying to get down to London these days, though you wouldn't have thought so a few years ago."

Nodding, Amethyst swung her legs comfortably over the other side of his thighs, allowing her hooves to dangle freely. She leaned back into his arm and nickered as his strong arm slid around her back, preventing her from slipping or falling. Only then did she cast her colt a glance, the stallion frozen in place on his chair for fear of being told off again or, worse, instructed to leave.

"Colt, this is Finn." She belatedly relayed to Madoc by means of introduction. "You're going to see a lot more of him."

Her lips quirked in a flicker that told him more than the words that followed, speaking of many late evenings home and days spent disappeared on 'long walks' that he had chosen to ignore as nothing other than the perfectly innocent.

"That said, I have already seen very much of him..."

He whinnied shrilly, nostrils flaring and paws curling into tight fists. His mistress had been seeing another stallion...without him? But they'd always invited others into their bedroom when he had been there! It was their rule! Or...had been their rule. Yet, if a rule was broken, why did his cock throb with excitement, near enough threatening to rip through the fabric of his jeans? Why did it have to turn him on so much to think that his mistress had been fucking any male she pleased without his knowledge?

Finn brushed his nose over Amethyst's cheek, free paw stroking up and down her leg, sliding ever closer to her inner thighs, teasing ramping up as the seconds passed, dragging out into minutes. Madoc held his breath, eyes riveted on the show before him as the equines conversed quietly between themselves, speaking of the most mundane events that did not seem to fit the situation or their flirtatious advances in the slightest. Nipping Finn's neck, Amethyst huffed lustily and wriggled in his lap, buttocks rubbing over what the colt could only suspect was a rapidly growing bulge, something that would hopefully soon be released for him to see too.

Amethyst's tail flicked against Finn's legs and she snorted as his paw finally delved between her thighs, thumb rubbing over the crotch of her skinny jeans. Madoc groaned, imagining that his mistress was already soaked through her underwear - her scent was potent enough as it was. Or perhaps he was only more attuned to her arousal than most. Catching the colt's eye, Finn grinned.

"Don't worry, little pony," Finn addressed Madoc, tucking his chin on top of Amethyst's head so she could not see the amusement in his eyes. "I don't plan on taking your mare from you. Only giving her what she needs for an afternoon or more. However much she wants from me."

He chuckled, chest rumbling with mirth as the mare turned to steal a kiss from his lips.

"And I don't doubt she'll want every inch from me."

Madoc shook his head, eyes closed, pretending he did not want to see every inch sinking into his mare, his mistress. No, he did not want that at all. Yet he could not vocalise the thought as it was far from the truth, even if he would not admit it to himself. It was wrong to want it and, at the same time, oh so right. Amethyst smirked, unbuttoning her stallion's jeans.

"Just sometimes a mare needs a real stud...you know?" She elaborated, pushing Finn's jeans down enough to show off the bulge in his Tight Tails underwear, red and navy standing out in pleasant contrast to his coat. "A mare needs to be fucked, hard and long and deep. You're simply not up to the task."

The chestnut mare nipped the stallion's neck hard enough for him to grunt from pain, cock throbbing.

"And I have the perfect stallion for the job right here."

Madoc shook his head. That should be him on the bed. He should be the one getting undressed and having Amethyst nuzzle over his bulge with a throaty moan that he knew was solely for his ears. Pushing Finn's hips and rump up from the bed, she swiftly eased off his jeans and tossed them on a crumpled heap on the floor, followed by his underwear, regardless of how good they made his rump look. She wrapped her paw around the mottled rod of stud flesh as it sprung out without restraint, paw squeezing and pumping the length as Finn awkwardly dragged his t-shirt over his head, nickering softly.

Catching Madoc's eye, Amethyst winked and dipped her muzzle down to that fat shaft, running her tongue up the underside from the medial ring to the flat head, pre cum glistening upon the tip. The Warlander groaned, paws shaking as he fought to restrain himself, to stay still on the chair, as his mistress teased another stallion right in front of him, lips stretching over his cock head. She never did that for him.

Suckling on the tip, the mare giggled to herself as Finn snorted heavily, fingers twining into her mane but not pushing her down as she teased: he knew better than that. After the first few times of displeasing her, he had learned to fear the crack of her crop on his rump, pleasure melding into pain that was not his style in any way, shape or form. No, the bay stallion thought to himself, he knew that it was much better to behave. Then he could fuck a sweet red mare. Though one would never sleep with a red head...

He grunted as Amethyst eased more of his cock into her long muzzle, tongue stroking the underside, just to rile him up. By the time she withdrew, only a few moments later, the stallion's coat was darkening with sweat, nostrils flared as his cock flexed and bobbed, every inch of his being begging him to fuck the mare before him.

"Such a nice, thick cock..." Amethyst murmured. "You're exactly what this mare is looking for, stud."

She licked her lips and slid from the stallion's lap to slip her jacket from her shoulders, a shoulder-less pale blue shirt following to land in a screwed up pile of rapidly mounting clothing. Turning so that both males had the best view of her backside, Amethyst slid her jeans slowly down her thighs, taking her time as she worked the tight fabric over muscle. Finn groaned and bobbed his muzzle as her black thong was revealed, a simple design that matched her 'barely there' bra, nipples only just covered. Kicking the jeans off her hooves, Amethyst straightened with a smirk, pushing the fabric to the side without care for creases. Colt would put them tidy for her later.

"Oh, Madoc?" She regained his attention as his eyes were firmly on her rounded rear. "Do be a good colt now and come make my stallion good and ready to fuck me."

Finn started.

"What?" Finn grunted, ears perking up straight. "This isn't like what we've done before

Blood roaring in his ears, Madoc eased himself off the chair and dropped to all fours, legs trembling too badly for him to stand upright without making a fool of himself. He doubted they would hold his weight with a hard cock straining to break free from his jeans. They were a pain, tight around his thighs with the growing 'package' and he dipped his muzzle, teeth grinding to bear the constriction.

Amethyst waved a paw as he crawled closer, grey muzzle respectfully bowed.

"Strip first. And quickly. Don't want to be getting any, ah, mess on your clothes."

She grinned at the implication. If she had anything to do with it - and, oh, she would - the colt would be gulping down several loads of stallion seed before the day and night was out.

The colt gulped and nodded, scrambling to his hooves to obey her instructions. His stripping was a side less showy than that of the mare and stallion before him - he had a job to do, after all, and Amethyst would not tolerate him being slow about it. Shoving off his jeans, he flushed at the patch of pre cum soaking through his crimson boxer-briefs, an ostentatious bulge from a shaft not fully dropped from its sheath due to the constriction of certain undergarments. Without ceremony, he yanked his t-shirt over his head and snorted, shaking his forelock out of his eyes. The stallion sat on the bed with wide eyes, almost as if he was beginning to second guess his decision. Madoc hoped he would not run.

As Madoc rested his paws on Finn's knees, gently easing his legs apart so that he could reach the dropped, throbbing treat between his thighs, Amethyst scooted on to the bed behind the stallion. He nickered anxiously, tail restless, and cast her a hesitant look, eyes darting from spot to spot as if he could not settle on any one thing. Lipping softly up the stallion's thigh, Madoc nuzzled and licked along the line of quad muscle up to Finn's musky balls. He pressed his nose into the crease between them and inhaled deeply, ears splaying.

Finn rocked his head back, eyes half closed as Madoc slowly stroked his shaft, unable to make his finger and thumb meet around the hefty girth. He grunted, lips parting to lap over the head, knowing he was well and truly outclassed by the size of this stud. He couldn't fill up his mare like he could. Would he get every inch in? Groaning, Madoc took the head between his lips and pushed down, gulping the larger stud's cock down into the back of his throat.

Fingers curling, Finn stiffened, eyes on the male between his legs, balls in the paw of another male. Amethyst giggled and nipped his neck, tongue playing over the bite.

"Relax, stud." Amethyst curled her paws around his shoulders, breasts pressed softly to the stallion's muscled back. "Enjoy him. He's getting to be a pretty good cock sucker now that I have him in proper training."

Madoc flinched, unsure whether to take her comment as an insult or a compliment. She had had him sucking on her toys for many weeks now, ensuring he could take them into his throat and not worry about displeasing any of the males she brought home for their 'fun'. His eyes watered as he swallowed hard, forcing his muzzle down deeper and deeper, lips trained into a tight 'O' around the mottled shaft. The medial ring pushed between his lips as he took the length into his throat, nostrils held wide in a flare as he held his breath. Slowly, slowly... He held the stallion in his throat for as long as possible, spurred on by the moans and pants above, before withdrawing for a rush for air.

Gulping down much needed breath, Madoc lapped down the underside of Finn's shaft, slick with his saliva, to his balls. He tugged lightly at loose skin with his teeth and took one orb into his muzzle, suckling with the utmost care. He knew how sensitive those could be, particularly on a larger 'lad', as Amethyst was apt to say. Though he knew more intimately from the feel of her hoof or paw coming down on his jewels. Madoc shuddered at the memory. It was a case of different strokes for different folks and he doubted that this stallion would be best pleased if he caused any damage in this instance.

The couple above pressed their lips together and Madoc's ears flicked to catch a quiet squelch of sexual fluids. As he drove his muzzle down on the shaft again, covering every inch in adoring laps and licks, he heard Amethyst moan into the deep kiss and could only suspect that Finn had his fingers buried deep in her pussy. He trembled. The mare must already be dripping, desperate for a big stud to plough her. He was glad that she had Finn there to take care of that need for her.

Finn patted him awkwardly on the head between the ears and Madoc glanced up, vision encompassed by cock and toned stallion abdominals, cut and sleek. The mare snapped her fingers.

"Good boy," Amethyst praised him, muzzle on Finn's shoulder. "Now he's ready for me."

Madoc raised his head, a drop of clear pre cum shining on his lip.

"Don't you want me to get you ready too, mistress?"

"Oh, no need." She waved her paw. "I'm already dripping. That's how a mare gets when she knows she has a stallion ready to breed her."

It implied that she was never wet for him and his tongue, his eager muzzle, but Madoc knew otherwise. Regardless of the white edge of a lie that could not be a lie, it earned her the edge of a cocky grin from Finn and the stallion dropped a kiss on her lips, huffing as his cock was stroked between two paws, Madoc waiting for Amethyst to make the next move.

She sprawled back on the bed and spread her legs wide, hooves on the rumpled white duvet to thrust her hips up. Like a mare in season, she drove two fingers into her pussy and groaned, tail flicking across the bed beneath her. Teasing her fingertip in a circle over her clit, the mare whinnied in invitation, bucking her hips as if to demonstrate her eagerness, eyes darkly wicked. Finn stretched out his muzzle, upper lip curled back to sift through the overpowering scent of horny mare.

"Fuck me, stud," she nickered, cupping and squeezing both breasts in her paws, nipples hard, needy nubs. "Show me what a real stallion feels like."

Finn needed no further direction. Flipping about on the bed, he pushed between her thighs, paws landing on either side of her shoulders. She drew him to her as she would a lover, allowing his knees to nudge her thighs further apart as he shuffled in, cock in one paw to drag the head over her pussy - enough stimulation to make her huff with need.

"Don't you fucking hold back, stud."

Amethyst twisted her fingers into his mane and dragged his muzzle to hers as the head of his cock pressed to the entrance of her pussy. Her body resisted the invasion for a split second before the tip popped in to a chorus of moans from both of them. The shaft slid in, slippery with pre and Madoc's efforts at readying the stallion, until Finn quivered, breath coming in short, sharp gasps, at the medial ring. Kneeling on the floor, all Madoc could do was watch helplessly as a shaft thicker than the one dropped between his legs stretched out his mistress, ever the voyeur.

Moaning, Amethyst's mane fanned about her head as she took the stallion in deeper, back arching. She wrapped her legs around his waist for leverage, using the position to draw another two inches or so into her snatch. Grunting, Finn's tail swished and his glutes clenched as he drove in deeper, chest nearly brushing Amethyst's but not quite as if he was cautious about putting his weight on her. Madoc rolled his eyes out of their sight. Amethyst could take a stallion's weight on top of her - he knew that. Finn shouldn't treat her as if she was made of glass.

Amethyst dug her hooves into the stallion's rump until the head of his shaft pushed against her cervix, bottoming out with an inch left to go. She groaned, ears flipping to her skull though not from anger, but frustration. She wanted all of him! Rocking her hips up, she tried to take him deeper but her body was non-compliant, keeping that splash of grey and pink shaft just outside her warm passage. Huffing, Amethyst snorted and groaned, Finn drawing back only to thrust in deeply, now that he knew her limit. Again and again, he rolled into a rhythm, cock head grinding over the tight bundle of nerves inside her pussy with every thrust.

Amethyst melted under him, lips parted and eyes half-closed, letting pleasure wash over her. Around the bulk of muscled stud, she watched her colt with his muzzle on the bed angled so that he could watch that cock ramming into her. She flashed him a grin and then moaned as Finn nibbled her neck, hips moving rhythmically.

"Harder, stud," she breathed. "Mount me hard."

Finn whickered, muzzle buried against her neck, hips working harder as he bred the demanding mare with every ounce of sexual energy he possessed. Every time he thrust, his glutes squeezed together magnificently and Madoc huffed warm breath over the duvet, a paw lightly cupping his own balls. He could have pawed off watching the two of them going at it, but his mistress had not given him any instruction. It was safe to say that he was not allowed to cum, only watch and assist as she directed.

Under him, Amethyst groaned and clung on to his mane, pulling hard enough to draw a grunt of pain from his lips, though Finn made no complaint. He slipped one paw around Amethyst's hips to squeeze her rump, lifting her up from the bed and angling his thrusts just right so that the last inch of his cock rammed into her. A neigh ripped itself from her throat and the stallion panted, sweat darkening patches on his coat, driving in with desperate breeding need as she bucked beneath his body.

"You're so much bigger than my colt," she whispered, voice carrying to Madoc's pricked ears. "I don't think even his cock will...mmmph...serve as a toy for me now, not something for me to mount and ride like a...ah...dildo."

The colt blushed, looking down at his cock. It wasn't a bad size, not by far, but he was outclassed by a draft stallion, unable to match up when it came to what he was 'packing'. His mare craved more than what he had to give. And he would do anything to ensure that she could have it whenever and wherever she wanted it.

Amethyst rocked her hips up to meet Finn's thrusts, pussy clenching and squeezing around the shaft. Closer and closer, the need to orgasm tingled through her body like an electric charge sending sparks all the way to the very tips of her fingers.

"Fuck me, Finn." Her eyes blazed. "Make me cum. And don't even think of spilling your load before I get off."

Madoc traced his fingers along his shaft, watching the shudder of compliance tremble through the stallion. Drawing his cock from Amethyst's pussy with a sloppy drool of combined arousal, Finn gently flipped the mare on to her front and drew her hips up from the bed. Following his swift change, Amethyst pushed her body up on to her paws and knees, back arched as she lifted her tail high for the stallion, pussy clenching around nothing, needing to be filled. Squeezing one of her muscled buttocks, Finn grabbed his cock in one paw and guided himself in, thrusting in right up to the hilt.

"Mmmph... That's it."

Amethyst panted with her lips parted, letting the stallion grab hold of her hips and steady her as he drove in with all the fervour of a stud possessed - driven to lusty heights by her body and sex. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, tail flicking up to his chest as Finn screwed up his muzzle in an effort not to cum, as she had said. It was torture of the cruellest sort, to fuck a hot mare and not be permitted to spill one's seed however he pleased, but one he was willing. Finn almost kind of liked it now too.

Amethyst snorted, dropping her muzzle as her body rocked with his driving, sharp thrusts, near enough to send her over the edge with no more stimulation.

"Cum after I do."

Finn knew her body and dropped his chest over her back, letting her support his weight as one paw snaked around her waist and between her thighs from the front. Quickly, telling of the liaisons they had had prior, he found the nub of her clit and squeezed it lightly, wanting to cum just from her moan of pleasure alone. His fingers dragged through the splash of juices coating her pussy lips and eased his passage over her clit, rubbing as the mare pushed back on to his cock. Only then did he hunch his back and ram into her, hips working like a piston to breed the mare as she wanted and craved, all for the red mare's desires.