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HOLY FUCK. I WAS GAGGED AND WORE A HORSE brIDLE, and if I was correct, got edged, and now I was acting like a goddamn pony, but every nerve ending in me was on high alert. He was riding me like a horse, basically, and it was so stimulating. He slammed his cock into me, and I screamed against the gag. I was so full of his dick, and my muscles were clamoring for all of him. My body seized in contractions, so close, so close, and he began thrusting his hips harder.

“Look at my fucking sexy pony. Neigh for your alpha.”

I tossed my head back and made the best sound I could with the bar gag in my mouth. Drool dripped from me, rolled down my chin, and over my chest. He snapped the reins and kept driving in. I arched my back and pushed up on my arms to my fingertips, and then I was off the ground. He held me up with the reins and fucked me faster. He struck my ass again, and it stung like a son of a bitch. I screamed and wanted more. Bucking my hips up, he spanked me once more, pulling tightly on my reins. At least he got over his fear of spanking a pregnant person.

I yelped as my muscles seized so much, squeezing around him, everything in me tense, my core quivering, and then bolts of electricity shot through me as my body spasmed, my toes curled, and my back arched. I trembled and screamed as my body contorted and writhed as pleasure consumed me. He kept driving into me, grunting and slamming in so deep, stretching me to my max, delivering non-stop ecstasy as he fucked me like he never had before. He roared as he pumped, tugging on the reins, and I was speechless as I shook, clawing at the bed as I rode the endless waves of bliss.

My muscles stayed taut as I continued to tremble while he pounded me, and I knew I loved him so much. Not just because he gave me immense pleasure or that I was the submissive one and fucking loved being his pony, horse, whichever one—he was my everything. My reason for breathing, for having a baby, for finding joy, for starting a new happy life. It was all because of him. I shook my head and got up on my knees, grabbing the headboard. He yanked on the reins, pulling my head back, and kept banging me.

Sweat dripped from everywhere. My drool now created puddles on the bed, and he might’ve bruised my pelvis. It was all so wild and aggressive, but I didn’t want him to stop. My muscles clamped around him, and my whole body seized as I thrashed about like an angry horse with my muscles pulsing in pleasure. Finally, he howled and shuddered in release, and tears poured down my face.

“Hey. Hey. I’m so sorry.” He petted my hair and then scratched under my chin.

I shook my head, panting.

He unbuckled the trainer and pulled the bar out of my mouth. “Did I hurt you?”

I nodded.

“Should I never do that again?”

I shook my head.

“But you’re crying.”

I gulped and nodded.

“You okay?” He hugged his arms around my chest and kissed the side of my face.

“It hurt so bad. I’m probably going to be bruised.”

“Oh, baby,” he said, kissing up my tears.

“But fuck, did I want more,” I said between bated breaths.

“I made you cry,” he whispered.

“That’s not why I was crying.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m happy in love.”