Pony Joe

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Later that night, several hours later, Fyr met Ropes in the living room when he finally returned, his arms laden with shopping bags. For once, she knew that he had not been meeting Limba.

"Hey, Ropes," she said, her tone level, for the moment. "Limba stopped by."

The cougar stiffened slightly, half-shrugging.

"Oh, yeah?" He said, playing it off. "I'll call him later then, that's annoying."

The dragoness hid her smirk, though she was still angry at him too.

"I talked to him, you know."

She let that sink in, though the cougar did not catch on.

"Oh?" He met her eyes. "What about? I know you've been tense around him, did everything go okay?"

Fyr smiled. Was he really that clueless? She rather liked having the upper hand.

"I suppose so, yeah," she said, as if she was thinking it through. "Guess we straightened things out and cleared the air."

She slid in close to him, her arms around the cougar, though Ropes pulled back a little, surprised at the level of intimacy she was showing. He leaned into her touch once he'd settled, purring a little as he held her.

And yet the dragoness had a trick up her sleeve as she brushed her fingers across his muzzle and whiskers, rubbing her slightly damp fingers across the space between the cougar's nose and lips. His eyes widened, inhaling deeply, the white of his eyes turning a lighter shade still in shock.

He knew that scent... There was no way that he couldn't know that scent...

"You..." He gulped, tentacles stirring, reacting to that aroma. "Limba?"

Even his shaft rose to attention, teeth showing as if he was a predator on the hunt once again. And yet the implications of what had had to have happened swamped him, forcing the cougar to step back away from Fyr as he realised, finally, that he had been caught.

The dragoness met his gaze triumphantly. Maybe winning was not the thing that she should have been focusing on, but she'd sobered up some and it couldn't be helped. It was who she was.

"So... I know," she said simply. "And you owe me, cat. To put it simply, Limba's in the bedroom now...and I want to watch you fuck him. Take it or leave it, but I know what you're going to choose."

Ropes' answer came in the form of a deep kiss, sweeping her up in his arms as if a far more romantic gesture was taking place. His tongue dove into her mouth as she laughed into his muzzle and eagerly returned the kiss, tongues tangling, lust rising, unbridled need flaring up between them.

"I think you have the perfect plan already," he hissed sharply, eyes glowing with need, only when they broke the kiss. "Show me what you want then, dear wife of mine..."

Fyr grinned, leading him upstairs. Limba had prepared well for them, though it was not as if it was going to take much for Ropes to fuck him, the horse all spread out, naked, on the bed as if he had been there many times before already. His fingers were already between his legs, pressing in deeply to his pussy, the horse nickering and moaning, eyes half-lidded in need.

"Mm, I thought you were never going to get back," he whinnied, a grin stretching his lips. "Did you two work it out or am I heading home?"

Ropes, however, answered that question for him, diving between the horse's legs as if there was only one thing that he could focus on. His eyes raked up the equine's legs, from his dark markings down at his fetlocks to where his coat blended into that richer golden brown, lips already parted for the treat of his sex. It was too much for him, the teasing touches from Fyr, the rush of being caught -- and having everything work out okay in the end. Truly, that was the best thing of all, but Ropes would never have said it aloud, even if he was pleased that Fyr had come around so quickly.

If there was anything at all for him to answer for there, to Fyr, he would consider it long, long after he had eaten out the horse, his raspy tongue delving into Limba's cunt with a long, slow lap, savouring the moment. The horse bucked and squealed against him, trying to get him to do more by grinding onto his nose, but the cougar, finally, had every bit of the control that he wanted, relishing in being watched.

Fyr grinned, biting her tongue and her want to interfere, though she was quite sober after waiting for Ropes for so long. She pressed in only to help the cougar peel his shirt up, ripping it up and over his head, surely splitting a seam. She hadn't asked Ropes if he wanted to be naked, but, well, she knew the cat well enough in that regard to tend to his needs even when things were not as explicit between them as raw, verbal communication. His tentacles twisted, making her job harder than it had to be, though Fyr didn't much care, not as the lightly muscled torso of her husband came into view.

Perhaps not the best of husbands, considering the fucking around...but if she got her needs met too, Fyr thought that she might just about be able to let that slide. And she did rather like horses, even getting to experience her first pussy -- the first that was not her own, of course -- that day. Maybe that too would open new doors for her.

But she had hungered to watch him for too long already, pacing the house and waiting for Ropes to come home, not knowing before that seconds could stretch out for so long. The lewd, wet slurps of the cougar lapping up into the horse's cunt filled the room, Limba grunting and bucking, grabbing at Ropes' head as he thrust up.

"Oh, fuck, yesss..."

The horse moaned out his lust in a rush of breath, the cougar's tail lashing the air, though Fyr sat back, perching on the edge of the bed to take everything in. She didn't need to be a part of it, not yet, for she wanted to drink it all in, savouring everything like a fine wine dancing on the tip of her tongue. If she'd been a cat like her husband, she might have purred, but all she had in her was a pleased rumble as she rubbed the front of her crotch, just about brushing her clit through her clothes, though her light cotton trousers, which fell smartly down her legs with a clean, pressed crease for wear around the house, were thin enough to get a tremble of pleasure.

She hadn't known it could be so hot to see him eat someone else out that voraciously, the dragoness swallowing hard, though Fyr did not take her eyes away from the action for a single second. Her husband was a remarkable sight as he groaned, leaning in, growling into Limba's pussy, though Fyr did not know for who she had eyes for more, not knowing whether to lock her gaze onto her husband or the horse. In the end, it was Limba who commanded the most of her attention, though that could have been the adorable little whickers and neighs he was letting out. He even thrust and bucked up against Ropes' muzzle with such demand that it took her beath away. She could even learn a thing or two from him about getting what she wanted in bed, though she had to say that, one way or the other, her husband never left her unsatisfied. Such was the way of being with a lust demon, she guessed...

The cougar snarled, need rising, flaring through his veins as if he was seared through with lava, burning up from the inside out. It was just the demon inside him coming to the surface, demanding what it needed, to feed, to indulge, to take everything and drink in that delicious aroma of sex until he was full and gorged on it. He licked his lips, drawing back a little, but that was only so that he could get one of his tentacles rammed into Limba's pussy. The horse squealed and clutched at him, though Ropes allowed him to thrust against his muzzle, relishing in the roughness of the moment.

To have someone like that, who could really let go, let everything come, thrust by thrust... Why, that was a treat indeed for him, especially as the horse squeezed around his tentacle as if Limba was trying to milk him of his cum. But not yet, not quite yet, not as Ropes pounded him ruthlessly, giving Limba as good as he got, the unique taste of equine slipping down his throat as he lapped at his wet, swollen clit.

Limba couldn't hold back, squealing and arching up from the bed as if called there by a higher powering, shuddering in place while orgasm took him. His vision wavered, weakness swamping him, but his legs were locked up in position, lost in the moment as climax swept him. Pulse after pulse gripped him, driving there by the sweetly lapping tongue, his clit too sensitive for more and yet he was hardly in control of what Ropes was doing. All Limba knew was that he needed more, the tentacle filling him so nicely.

And he needed the real deal too...

Ropes shot her a glance from between the horse's legs, eyes half-lidded, husky with lust. She shivered, but slipped down the bed closer to him, close enough to run her paws over his hips and arse. She had an ulterior motive there, of course, groping his hard-on through his jeans and moaning aloud.

"Fuck, Ropes, you're so hard already..."

Fyr quaked. Had she ever gotten him that hard that quickly? Fuck, that was hot, all in the best of ways, even though it had been a very, very long time since she'd watched. Limba moaned, splaying out on the bed again as if there was no more strength left in his legs to keep his hips elevated, though he could have a few moments to recover. Husband and wife, after all, had some work to do.

It was strange to watch them interacting as Limba looked up, watching Fyr and Ropes together, how they shared rough touches and gentle kisses, lust curling and twisting between them. Though it was as if it was already known that they wouldn't be fucking that night, not when Fyr, quite aptly, was playing the part of the cuckolded wife.

She arched up against him, knowing the nuances of his body, quite clearly, better than Limba did, but she had been with him longer, even if the relationships between them were different. Curiously, the horse watched, propping his head up with a pillow, not realising that it was Fyr's. In a way, he had well and truly taken her place, that night, in the marriage bed, the very spot where Ropes and Fyr had fucked for the first time after saying their wedding vows.

With Ropes standing, Fyr smirked as she slid down his body, relishing in her role, more alive than she had felt in weeks. It was as if the energy that she had not even realised had been missing had suddenly returned to her, flowing through her veins, arousal burning through. Fuck, she needed it, desperate with need, though she still stole a grope of his crotch while she was fumbling with his belt. Curse belts! But she would hardly have wanted Ropes to walk around either with his trousers around his ankles, sliding them down with a rough shove eventually and exposing his hard cock. His boxer briefs got caught under his cock and she lowered herself to her knees sharply to help, knees connecting too roughly with the carpet, though she pretended not to notice the "thunk".

The dragoness shivered as Ropes' paw closed around his cock, jerking himself off, already hard and ready, the barbs raised as if in anticipation of the pleasure to come. But she knew, even then, that his cock was not for her that night and it was not even her place to lean in and take him into her mouth, as much as a big part of her might have wanted to. The cougar stood there, naked and powerful in all his glory, tail and tentacles lashing and writhing respectively. His pale eyes glowed with the intensity of his lust, taking her breath away, but the crook of his finger was not for her as he motioned to Limba.

"Suck me off, boy mare," he growled. "Show my wife how it's done..."

Fyr moaned, though blushed heatedly at her own embarrassment, at being put in her place. Of course, she was not a bad cock sucker by any means -- but it was how Ropes said it that got to her, that made her wetter between the legs than she had any right to be.

Limba took the lead, crawling down the bed to the cougar, his cock a little low for Limba on all fours, but, well, nobody was going to complain about that. Savouring the appetiser, Limba sucked down Ropes' cock to the base, eyes closing, the thick length pushing very lightly into the back of his throat. He swallowed around the tip, enjoying the trickle of pre-cum leaking from the head, though it was not big enough to cause him any trouble. He sank into the moment, able to tolerate sucking cock for longer without being driven wild with lust, considering that he had already gotten off. It helped a little but not entirely, Limba whinnying briefly as his paw sank back between his thighs, rubbing his dripping pussy. His own fingers spread his folds as if to show off his body, though the cougar was more interested in thrusting into his muzzle than fucking his boy cunt, the boy mare shuddering with use.

He could still use his broad, fleshy equine tongue to cradle Ropes' cock as he thrust, though the rougher treatment had his stomach turning over and twisting into delicious knots of lust too, not able to hold back, not even wanting to control himself. That was the thing about being with a partner like Ropes too, even though he had spoken quite honestly earlier when he had told Fyr that the sex was amazing too: everything just came naturally. They flowed from one position to the next as if they were reading one another's minds and even sucking the cougar's shaft was enough to drive him into a twist of lust like no other.

Ropes snarled, watching the equine's ears prick and focus on him, though the sway of his long, luscious tail called his attention too. He needed him, need to get off, but having Fyr watching too sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through him, taking more from it than he had in a long time. He felt her eyes on him, even though he did not make direct eye contact with her, grinning to see that, on the bedside table, the picture of them had been turned to face the other way. That could have been Fyr or Limba who had done that, but, well, it didn't matter. It mattered what it said, that all relationships and bets were off for that night.

And Fyr had given him free rein to do exactly as he pleased. Such that he intended to use every second of it...

With every roll of his hips, he ground deeper, almost getting to the point of choking Limba on his cock, though that was not quite as much his thing as Kao's. Still, the feline knew that Limba could handle rougher than he had been giving him, roughly yanking on his mane and twisting his fingers into the black hair. The horse under him grunted, startled, but Ropes did not pause to ask permission, slamming in roughly, fucking his face crudely and roughly, as if the horse had become nothing more than a living fleshlight in that moment.

Limba sank into it, holding onto Ropes' hips to brace himself, the cougar's tentacles roaming his body, toying with his arse, his hips, sliding down along his muscled thighs. He couldn't help but be fit in his line of work and the horse rocked back wantonly into the touch, losing himself in it.

Still, he needed more, the rough slap of Ropes' crotch bearing down on his nose, making it harder and harder for Limba to think of absolutely anything else, caught up in everything and moaning for more. He tried to swipe his tongue across the head of the cat's cock when he drew back, but the cougar was too rough to slow, thrusting keenly without any current care for the state of his partner.

Fuck, that's hot...

Ropes, however, slowed and stopped with a hiss, the equine drawing back and looking up at him with a quirk of his ears. Although he was still a little breathless, Limba managed a coy smile, drawing the cougar to a growl, lips rippling along the line of his teeth.

"What's the matter, cat?" He teased, raising his tail. "Can't take it?"

Ropes smouldered.

"No..." He drawled, teasing Limba right back. "But I don't want to waste any more time either... Get on your back, boy mare."

Limba grinned and nickered his approval, falling back on the bed with a bounce, the mattress giving lightly under his weight. It squeaked a little with all three of them up there, but no one was worried about the bed not holding up -- even if it didn't, it wouldn't be a huge problem for any of them that night. Their attention was too focused on lust as Ropes crawled up between the equine's rather lewdly spread legs, his tentacles hitching around them and yanking them apart a little more. Even then, the cougar oozed charisma and sexual charm, Fyr and Limba putty in his paws for the demon to do with as he wanted.

Fyr and Limba, however, wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

The dragoness watched, though had to get out of her clothes too, too warm all over to stay in their tight grasp for much longer. She might even have popped a button on her cotton trousers in her haste, though Ropes waited for her with a canny smirk tugging at his lips. He hadn't even penetrated the horse yet, Limba nickering and about to stomp his hoof to tell Ropes to get the hell on with it.

"Guide me in, hon," he teased, a tentacle curling around Fyr's wrist and pulling her back in closer. "Make sure I go nice and deep into this little boy mare puss..."

Fyr whimpered, quivering at the attention. It should have been wrong, but it made her body crawl with pleasure, prickling with sensation. Her paw closed around his cock, stroking gently, but she could not help but notice the slickness remaining of Limba's saliva there, how his uncut shaft gleamed faintly with it. Even the barbs looked more tempting than ever as she worked her paw up and down, his tentacles twitching. The tips oozed pre-cum, but they were a part of him that would not cum unless he directed attention to them.

What is he planning?

But it was not for her to know as she guided her husband to fuck someone else's pussy, his cock grinding in, inch after inch, sealing the deal. Limba grunted and huffed, grabbing at Ropes' shoulders, but the cougar was quick to ram his full length in, attention snapping back to the horse.

"Careful there, little mare, or you'll get more than that cunt bargained for..."

Limba squealed as Ropes fucked him, not waiting for an answer before pounding him roughly, stroke after stroke of his thick length disappearing right where it belonged. He quivered under the cougar, trying to rock up to meet the cougar's thrusts, but Ropes was as demanding as he had been in the blowjob, so much so that it was all Limba could do not to swoon. And that was very unlike him! Ropes was an even better fuck than Kao and the horse thanked any gods that happened to be listening at that time that he had gotten to fuck the cougar. Not having Fyr beat his arse for fucking her husband, well, he was going to consider that a bonus.

The dragoness lay close to them on the bed, nude but for her red and yellow scales, the frills around her head quivering lightly in anticipation. And yet she had everything she wanted right there as the cougar slammed in furiously, roughly fucking the horse. It was almost as if she was not there and watching at all as Ropes slammed in, following the course of the equine's whinnies for more, Limba's eyes fixed on Ropes and Ropes alone.

"Unff... Yes..." Limba moaned, clinging to Ropes' shoulders, anchoring himself there. "Yes... Fuck... You feel so good inside me..."

"Mmph," Ropes grunted, bracing himself over Limba as a tentacle yanked the horse's legs wider still. "Well, you feel better than my wife..."