Page 87 of Becoming His Pet

“Greg.” She wanted this; he could hear it in her voice.

He tossed the plug toward the toy cabinet but didn’t bother to check if he’d made the shot. He had other concerns at the moment. Like getting his cock back inside her.

“Take a deep breath in and push back at me, pet. Just like when we put your tail in, okay?” He squirted a good amount of lubricant on his cock, stroking it to be sure he was ready. Fuck, was he ready.

She tapped her foot and gave a nod at the same time, making him smile. She wasn’t just acknowledging that she understood him, the saucy pony was demanding he get on with it.

Lining up behind her, he gathered up her reins again. Slowly, he pushed forward, watching as inch by inch, her asshole took in his cock. He let out a long-shuttered breath. She was so tight, so hot. He shouldn’t have waited so long to do this, to take her ass. She’d been ready for it for weeks, but he’d put it off. No more. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Feel that, pet? Feel my cock deep in your ass, stretching you?” He gave a short thrust and she whined, a second thrust that pushed him in deeper and she groaned loud. He smiled at the back of her head. “Push back at me, take my cock all the way in,” he demanded, snapping the reins.

She grunted but obeyed, pushing her ass back at him until she completely had him inside. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a calming breath. If he didn’t slow down he’d come before he really got a good ride out of her.

Pulling out to the tip of his cock, he paused. “Settle down.” He smacked her ass when she began to wiggle, trying to get him to go faster for her. Once she was quiet again, eager and waiting patiently, he drove into her hard.

“Fuck.” His breath became harder to grasp. “I can’t go slow, pet. Not with you,” he warned her, pulling back again.

She nodded and wiggled her ass at him, a telling sign. Soft and gentle didn’t work for them. It wasn’t what they were made for.

Grabbing the reins, he thrust forward into her ass. Feeling the tight ring clench him and hold him while he fucked her hard. She had moaned and cried out during sex with the plugs in, but she acted like a wild thing now, bucking up against him, shoving her ass back at him to meet his thrusts.

“So tight. Fuck, so tight.” He reached around to her clit, rubbing it gently at first, then pinching it until she screamed with need.

“That’s it. Come for me, pet. Come hard,” he ordered, gritting his teeth. He wouldn’t last much longer if she didn’t come for him. Seeing her prance for him, seeing her obey and take the treats he’d given her with wide eyes full of trust and love, he considered it a miracle he hadn’t come in his pants. But now, watching his cock fuck her ass, and hearing the moans of pleasure escape her, he wouldn’t make it another stroke if she didn’t come for him.

“Greg. Fuck!” she yelled, still garbled, but he knew what she said. He could always understand her.

Her ass clenched around his cock and she cried out, a long, loud scream full of pleasure and relief, drawing his own orgasm from him. He grunted and plowed into her again and again, until his own release climaxed and left him sated.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping from her. Drops of his cum dripped from her ass, sliding over her pussy lips and onto the dirt below. His seed. When it came time to get her pregnant he’d have to find a way to keep it all inside her, but right now, it was just them. And perfectly so.

He yanked up his jeans and went about undoing all of her gear. She was always tired after an afternoon of play, and they’d been at it for a while. She winced when he removed the nipple clamps and worked her jaw open and closed once the bridle was removed.

“You did so good.” He kissed her brow and took her into his lap to cradle her.

“That was... amazing,” she whispered into his chest, clinging to him with her fingers. “Why’d we wait so long to do that?”

He chuckled and held her tighter. She’d been so damn perfect for him; he couldn’t have asked for anything more from her.

“Are you really going to buy me hoof boots?” she asked after a short stretch of silence.

He laughed and kissed her. “Of course. You have a wedding next weekend, we can use the payment from that order to go shopping.”

The house they’d bought was past the city limits, even further west than the suburbs. A quiet town on the edge of the state line where Greg built her a greenhouse to grow her flowers. Then they’d opened up a flower shop, and she quickly picked up business for weddings in the area and further out.

His girl had a green thumb.

And when she was naughty, a red ass.

“Sometimes I think something bad is coming for us. Things can’t stay this perfect forever,” she whispered.

“No, they won’t be, but so long as we have each other we can get through it all. Right?” He squeezed her hip. “Besides, trouble, I think you keep me on my toes and ready for anything.”

She giggled. It was so good to hear her happy.

“I do my best,” she said on a yawn.

He sighed. “I think it’s time for a nap. C’mon.” He shifted her off his lap and stood up, waiting for her to stand before picking her up again.

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