Anon's Farm


                                            1.
                                            
                                                >It's a hot summer day at the Anon's farm.

                                            2.
                                            
                                                >Well, actually, the "farm" is basically just one barn. Just like you, ol' farmer Anon, aren't actually a farmer at all.

                                            3.
                                            
                                                >But you did ditch your royal consort attire for some cheap shirt and jeans to fit the role better. So now you're ol' farmer Anon, coming to your barn to tend to your horsie.

                                            4.
                                            
                                                >Poor dear must be pretty hot in there today. A scorcher in the middle of undisclosed private location leaves nobody unaffected.

                                            5.
                                            
                                                >So as you open the creaky door to the barn the attention of your old reliable farm horse is all on you.

                                            6.
                                            
                                                >It's none other than the crowned ruler of all the Equestria, princess Twilight Sparkle. The big-big purple herself.

                                            7.
                                            
                                                >All bound up in hard leather. Legs close together and linked with a chain that also keeps her from leaving - if she could even move like this.

                                            8.
                                            
                                                >Massive wings are secured quite roughly at her sides. The only parts of this mare that can move freely now are her tail, bound at its dock for easy access, and her head, adorned with a big blinder - practically a mask that won't allow her to see anything no matter how she tries - and a leather muzzle covering a unpleasantly solid, metal bit, robbing her of speech and making sure she'd obey every pull of the reins, if she had any.

                                            9.
                                            
                                                >The harness almost looks traditional, with a noseband, cheek piece and all that. Well, she insisted that it has to be authentic to Earth's horses. Even though without the saddle most of the other straps binding her entire body serve no purpose.

                                            10.
                                            
                                                >Other than satisfying your lover's odd kink, of course.

                                            11.
                                            
                                                >It takes a second for her to register your arrival. You took your sweet time on purpose. Of course, you didn't really have to make her wait for about fifteen minutes, but it was all for immersion. To build anticipation.

                                            12.
                                            
                                                >The air here is so still, it feels like that door creaking was the first thing your princess have heard since you left her here.

                                            13.
                                            
                                                >Her big ears flap in attention but she tries her hardest to not act too gleeful. Twilight's head remains lowered and her amazing, luscious sparkly mane is still mostly on the floor.

                                            14.
                                            
                                                >The mare's long bangs would've been obscuring her vision now, if she were allowed any in the first place.

                                            15.
                                            
                                                >So the only real reaction you get is that ear twitch.

                                            16.
                                            
                                                >Both of you remain silent as you approach the pony. The wood accentuates every step your farm boots allow Twilight to hear, but you know this is the crucial part.

                                            17.
                                            
                                                >The only sense this pony is allowed now, aside from smell and touch, is hearing. That's why it's imperative that you don't talk.

                                            18.
                                            
                                                >It's not a rule but it's something you figured she might enjoy.

                                            19.
                                            
                                                >Leave her guessing the whole time. It's what she would want.

                                            20.
                                            
                                                >Even in the dim depths of the barn the air is still hot. You didn't really bring any hay here but the lonely stack that's situated right at the window for immersion is doing its job perfectly - its smell is everything you need to complete the picture.

                                            21.
                                            
                                                >So you're here to tend to your big pony. Nothing simpler, really. What she doesn't expect is the tool you've brought with you.

                                            22.
                                            
                                                >It's a big old dandy brush. For big ponies like her.

                                            23.
                                            
                                                >In her rather docile and submissive position her head barely reaches your chest but that's rather deceptive - standing upright she's a bit taller than you even without counting the horn.

                                            24.
                                            
                                                >Thankfully, you got a wooden pallet stashed right outside the barn, also unbeknownst to Twilight. It's a surprise for later, for the main attraction the mare's waiting for, but for now your focus is going to be grooming your mare.

                                            25.
                                            
                                                >It all works in your favor since she left all the planning to you, wanting to be surprised by what you're going to do to her. You have a feeling she'll enjoy what you have in store.

                                            26.
                                            
                                                >Despite her apparent lack of interest, you can see by the movement of the mare's nostrils that she's full on alert. The shallow breaths that she's taking are interrupted by loud exhales from time to time and in the stillness of the barn they are rather obvious.

                                            27.
                                            
                                                >Your footsteps guide the pony's attention to her side where you decide to make your first move.

                                            28.
                                            
                                                >In total silence you let her guess what you're doing when you pat the brush a bit, put your fingers through the handle and ruffle the bristles a few times.

                                            29.
                                            
                                                >When it finally lands on Twilight, she tenses up despite anticipating the touch. It's just not the sensation she was expecting and it's probably going to take her a few moments to realize exactly what this apparatus is.

                                            30.
                                            
                                                >But you commend her for remaining composed, you'd probably jump away from something like this if you were in her place. Luckily, you'll never find out for sure.

                                            31.
                                            
                                                >After a few rubs the pony figures it out, just like you expected. She instead leans into your motions, which helps you rather nicely.

                                            32.
                                            
                                                >Down her beautiful long neck, to her chest, around the breast collar. You use her crown piece to force her head up and, probably to her satisfaction, the metal bit and the leather leave her no choice but to follow your motion, like a good horse she is.

                                            33.
                                            
                                                >Under her chin, shoulders, back, all good. You leave the wings for now, figuring it'd be a bit too rough for her, instead going down the barrel and to her croup.

                                            34.
                                            
                                                >Twilight is taking it well, but she knows it's just a prelude. Even so, you see her tail twitch a few times when you get closer to it.

                                            35.
                                            
                                                >You really want a stronger reaction so moving lower from her stifle you make sure to push the brush in a bit.

                                            36.
                                            
                                                >The mare gives up after just a few good swipes down to her hock.

                                            37.
                                            
                                                >Her tail swooshes wildly just once, without a doubt spurred by her imagination working this new experience into her fantasy.

                                            38.
                                            
                                                >But that also means that's as far as you'll go with it.

                                            39.
                                            
                                                >You repeat the same routing for her other side as well. Twilight has no choice but to be patient, as any good horse would be. But now that the seal has been broken, her tail gives you all the signs that she's enjoying it.

                                            40.
                                            
                                                >This time you get a bit too much into polishing her cutiemark, but a small shuffling of chains reminds you to not overdo it with the appetizer.

                                            41.
                                            
                                                >What she really wants is for you to dig in with your hands. Once Twilight hears the brush, expectantly clean even after such a thorough swipedown, hit the floor behind her, she turns her head to the side as if to see what you're doing now.

                                            42.
                                            
                                                >Naturally, no such luxury is allowed to her. But you meet her motion with the palm of your hand.

                                            43.
                                            
                                                >First, a small rub on her forehead under her bangs. It's rather hot to the touch, but you imagine all of her is right now.

                                            44.
                                            
                                                >You are proven right soon enough. After your second hand joins in and rubs her ears, cheeks and nose, you move to her even hotter neck.

                                            45.
                                            
                                                >She always enjoys your nails tracing down from her poll, massaging the base of her mane, but only when you reach her withers does she react with her tail again.

                                            46.
                                            
                                                >The silk of her coat is welcoming as always. Oh, what could such a beautiful mare be doing in this dusty old barn?

                                            47.
                                            
                                                >The most cared after pony with the coat as pristine as the skies during her sunrises and sunsets, is now nothing but a barn animal, entrusted to you, good ol' Farmer Anon the Mare Breeder (named so by Twilight when she came up with this whole idea)...

                                            48.
                                            
                                                >But as you move along her back you know that this is when you finally get to properly caress her wings and get under them a bit. For Twilight though it's simply indication that you're finally going lower.

                                            49.
                                            
                                                >Before you get the part she really wants caressed, you try to surprise her by instead moving in front of her and squatting right at her chest.

                                            50.
                                            
                                                >You use both of your hands to feel her foreleg down from her forearm to her knee. Twilight's sleek legs almost bend under her desire to respond to your gentle but firm touch, but all you get is a blast of hot air from above.

                                            51.
                                            
                                                >She can't see your smile, but you find it adorable that her head is so low she's almost in your hair and you can feel how labored her breath is already.

                                            52.
                                            
                                                >Well, if she's already that excited then she's about to start losing it. With a flick on Twilight's unsuspecting nose you move to her side again, but not before giving her horn a quick rub too.

                                            53.
                                            
                                                >Obviously, the mare realizes where you're headed so she feels all tensed up when your palms land on her hips.

                                            54.
                                            
                                                >Once the kneading begins though, the princess relaxes and takes in the quite familiar sensation of her ass being massaged all over.

                                            55.
                                            
                                                >Again you repeat those motions, pushing your fingers into her soft legs as you go lower.

                                            56.
                                            
                                                >The closer you get to her dock, the more ready Twilight feels. She knows what's coming. But you want to see her beg for it first.

                                            57.
                                            
                                                >Her back bends and her ass can't get any higher in this bondage, even if she stands on the tips of her hooves. But it's the thought that counts.

                                            58.
                                            
                                                >While greedily feeling up the very rear of her ass and pinching the dock of her tail you don't even notice that the barn is already filled with the sweet scent of your mare's lust.

                                            59.
                                            
                                                >The smell of warm hay masked it a bit, but now that you've noticed it it's really obvious. Lifting Twilight's agitated tail up, you notice that her legs are bound a bit too tight together for you to see everything clearly, so you have to part the buttocks with your hand a bit, to Twilight's quite obvious delight.

                                            60.
                                            
                                                >Her lips are glistening invitingly; being exposed like that the pony tries to take a step towards you, but alas, can't really move.

                                            61.
                                            
                                                >The clutter of the chain this motion produces is more than enough to make a point though. The princess wants you to get to it at last.

                                            62.
                                            
                                                >It's not that easy with her legs so close together, so you have to improvize. Standing close to the pony, you turn away from her and put your arm over her croup, grabbing a handful of her soft ass on the other side immediately.

                                            63.
                                            
                                                >You don't hesitate to lean on her, almost clinging to her leg, so that she feels your body close.

                                            64.
                                            
                                                >In the meantime, your other hand squeezes right in from the top, fingers caressing the soft outline of her puffy slit.

                                            65.
                                            
                                                >It immediately opens up under the pressure, inviting you in, but what you really want is to find the delicate pleasure bud that you feel pulsating even before you reach it.

                                            66.
                                            
                                                >Twilight's butt is so high up that it feels like she's gonna fall over. But that's nothing compared to how her body trembles once you gently pinch her clit with your hand.

                                            67.
                                            
                                                >Just a bit of squeeze between the base of your thumb and your palm and Twilight's legs get all wobbly. You keep massaging her sex right outside but that's not gonna be enough for her anymore.

                                            68.
                                            
                                                >In another desperate motion she pushes back again. This time you don't tease her. Your fingers plunge right in and immediately get lost in the wet velvet of the royal pussy.

                                            69.
                                            
                                                >Twilight is trying to help you with a bit of swaying motions, but you've got yet another surprise for her. Before you really get her off you want to do it your way.

                                            70.
                                            
                                                >The mare is yet again quite curious about your motions when you disengage completely. She can only guess, of course, and that's the fun part.

                                            71.
                                            
                                                >She was so excited about the bondage itself so she thought this is just gonna be it and now she's left wondering what you came up with for her sake.

                                            72.
                                            
                                                >It's kinda hard to do this without communicating with the mare at all, but you think the sounds are obvious enough.

                                            73.
                                            
                                                >You get on your knees behind her and put your arms on her legs, pulling her ass down a bit. At first, Twilight hesitates to move, but when you start kissing her butt and going upwards, she shifts her position as much as she's allowed to.

                                            74.
                                            
                                                >When your face gets close to its target you already see a streak of delicious mare juice on her leg, so this pony is ready to give you a ride.

                                            75.
                                            
                                                >With your eyes closed you press your face in as deep as you can. Your lips find Twilight's clit, all aching for more pleasure, and this is when the pony finally loses all composure.

                                            76.
                                            
                                                >Strained sighs are all you can hear from the front while you consume the back. Unable to withstand your tongues' fast and persistent motions, the mare can't contain her lust anymore.

                                            77.
                                            
                                                >Musky sweetness fills your mouth but you won't stop just for that. You don't swallow your mare's candy juices - mostly - and instead let them drip down her legs and your chin, hitting your shirt in streaks.

                                            78.
                                            
                                                >You let Twilight know you've received her gift by loudly slurping on her snatch and, to your satisfaction, feel like Twilight is trying to disengage a bit: her embarrassment is complete with her tail suddenly pulling down.

                                            79.
                                            
                                                >But on top of being completely bound, her legs are held firmly by you, gaskins squeezed in your hands, so she can only breathe heavily as her swollen marecunt can't stop showering you with royal excitement fluids, thankfully completely safe and hygienic for humans, as you have found out years before this.

                                            80.
                                            
                                                >Just some magical princess syrup, as you'd expect from the most magical mare in Equestria.

                                            81.
                                            
                                                >You want it all on you. You're a god damn farmer, you want to smell like MARE for DAYS, you want every single pony who'd approach you to know that you bathe in this stuff 24/7, that you OWN a mare in every sense of the word.

                                            82.
                                            
                                                >Not like you're risking bumping into anyone here at this privately owned and very remote location, but whatever, you're just making a statement.

                                            83.
                                            
                                                >Under such persistent assault Twilight doesn't last long. For a moment it feels like your hands aren't holding her legs in place but actually are the only things supporting her. But you know you can safely do another round as long as she's still standing.

                                            84.
                                            
                                                >Despite Twilight's embarrassment it only served to contribute to her swift climax and now she is - or her body is on its own - pushing her hips down, allowing you to dig in easier.

                                            85.
                                            
                                                >You don't know if she feels how loud your breathing is right next to her lusty petals while your tongue is punching her sensitive clit, but judging by her noises she does feel it when you fully bury your face in her pussy and gently suckle on it instead.

                                            86.
                                            
                                                >Now that she's more comfortable with this your hands are also free to roam along her soft forms, making sure every inch of her long legs is caressed as far as you can reach.

                                            87.
                                            
                                                >You even manage to push your hand between her legs and carefully feel up her perky teats. Twilight confirms that it feels rather good for her with even more enthusiastic snorting than before.

                                            88.
                                            
                                                >And just like that, with your princess' nipples between your fingers and your nose right between her marelips, you get your horsie to orgasm again.

                                            89.
                                            
                                                >With how quickly she got there the second time she must've fully accepted that you're not leaving her side unless you're completely drenched.

                                            90.
                                            
                                                >So with her chest heaving she lets out another very suppressed moan and it sounds like her head is moving from side to side. Probably the only way she can express her feelings right now.

                                            91.
                                            
                                                >But that's not all you've got for her. You slowly push away from Twilight's rear, leaving a trail of kisses on her butt and legs.

                                            92.
                                            
                                                >She can't see it, but now that you're free to look around again you're watching her reactions closely. After spending some time covering her behind in smooches and brushing her coat against the grain, you see her settle down a bit, breathing becoming mostly normal again.

                                            93.
                                            
                                                >For you it means it's time for the final act. You keep Twilight waiting for a moment again: she hears you move to the door and she's standing in attention, knowing that she'll remain oblivious to your plans until they're already in motion.

                                            94.
                                            
                                                >But you give her a clue. A wooden pallet is being dragged all the way to her. Hearing this she knows this only means one thing.

                                            95.
                                            
                                                >Her ears bend in preparation and her ass is lifted up again, little steps being taken by her bound hooves as Twilight is trying to predict how to best position herself.

                                            96.
                                            
                                                >Rubbing and licking is good and all, but you know what this mare really needs. A good ride like an animal she is.

                                            97.
                                            
                                                >Mares are to be bred, so that's exactly what's gonna happen.

                                            98.
                                            
                                                >The pallet is thrown on the ground, but not too close to Twilight. No need to startle the pony. You then push the thing towards her until she feels it slightly touch her hooves.

                                            99.
                                            
                                                >The chain gets right under it and for a moment you wonder if she can muster enough strength to dethrone you with a good mid-orgasm yank. But you doubt it'll happen. She a good, obedient mare.

                                            100.
                                            
                                                >Twilight can't contain the sway of her butt, it's like she's rubbing her legs against each other. Hearing another generous streak of mare juices hit the wood right below your horsie makes you want to both hurry up and prolong the teasing at the same time.

                                            101.
                                            
                                                >Oh, she's beyond caring or being embarrassed now. Look at this beast presenting, if her legs were free right now she'd have them wide apart and eager to milk you dry.

                                            102.
                                            
                                                >Hell, if she were free she'd crush you against the wall with that ass and pounded you until SHE decided it's enough.

                                            103.
                                            
                                                >But, of course, here at Anon's farm she doesn't get to choose what she's doing, you do.

                                            104.
                                            
                                                >Every sound that gets you closer to rutting her senseless is music to her bent ears and quivering clit. The sound of you getting on the pallet, the sound of your belt being undone, the sound of it hitting the wood as your pants slide down.

                                            105.
                                            
                                                >And finally, the sensation of your touch upon her cutiemarks. This nearly sends her into overdrive, you are so close to her now.

                                            106.
                                            
                                                >It's hard for you to postpone it as well, seeing how much she needs this right now. But Twilight doesn't know you've been hard all this time and you ain't getting any softer, so for a bit you can still play with her.

                                            107.
                                            
                                                >The heavenly feeling of her hot coat under your palm, and at the same time the sturdy posture of a big mare, reliable, strong, stable - all of it is like telling you, do your worst, she can take it.

                                            108.
                                            
                                                >Your hand moves to her dock and for a moment you feel like this enormous, twitching tail of hers would feel nice wrapped around you. So you do that, keeping it to your side as you finally get close to your lover.

                                            109.
                                            
                                                >Twilight must be sensing exactly what you meant by that because she tries her best to keep that tail right next to you. Of course, it fails as soon as your tip finds its way inside Twilight's drenched pussy.

                                            110.
                                            
                                                >Not a moment after you feel her push against you, to take you all the way in as soon as possible. Satisfied sighs echo through the barn as the pony gives you even more of her love nectar, this time not just rushing down her legs but also staining your pants.

                                            111.
                                            
                                                >You weren't counting on that but now you'll gladly take it.

                                            112.
                                            
                                                >The pony embraces your member so nicely you don't ever want to pull out. Not like you're given a choice.

                                            113.
                                            
                                                >Twilight may have grown to a full sized horse-princess but her grip on you is as firm as ever. Actually, probably even more firm now. And she still likes to keep you in for a while after you first enter her.

                                            114.
                                            
                                                >But it isn't about her now, is it? She knows that. So you pull, almost all the way out, and then push again. You're starting with wide, slow motions because you know this is as patient as you'll ever be during this heavenly act.

                                            115.
                                            
                                                >As you gain speed your grip on Twilight's back tightens. A fistful of her ass is just not enough anymore. With a loud smack your palm lands right on Twilight's cutie mark, and then the second time, and the third.

                                            116.
                                            
                                                >It's nice to think that even if the princess tried to instinctively kick you, she wouldn't be able to anyway. All she can do is take it. And she's taking it with legs shaking from pleasure, not kicking.

                                            117.
                                            
                                                >That's what she wanted all along. Hugs and kisses are left back at the comfy bedrooms of Canterlot. Here at Anon's farm you groom the mare, then you jack off the mare, then you jack off into the mare. Simple as.

                                            118.
                                            
                                                >Twilight seems to appreciate the simplicity. Easy to tell by the way her head is shaking and moving up and down, restless in her inability to express anything but various forms of horse exhales.

                                            119.
                                            
                                                >Her mane, sweeping the dirty floor in one moment, is thrown upwards in another, leaving dust to dance in the sun rays nearby.

                                            120.
                                            
                                                >Oh, you wish so much you could pull it. But that's also not something farmer Anon would do, so you don't even try.

                                            121.
                                            
                                                >No words can leave her mouth but she's far from silent. And with all the nickering, sighing and muffled moaning you're hearing it's you can't help but grunt and groan too.

                                            122.
                                            
                                                >Hard not to feel appreciated when your usually gentle lover, now a beast in heat, is begging you to ravage her harder without even saying a single word.

                                            123.
                                            
                                                >You're not even worried about falling from your pallet anymore, with one hand on Twilight's wing harness and the other holding her dock wrap, you hammer the mare as hard as you can.

                                            124.
                                            
                                                >This is what she wants, for you to use her sense-deprived body for your pleasure. She exists here just to drive you mad with the divine texture of her majestic purple princess pussy, so familiar yet so irresistible.

                                            125.
                                            
                                                >The thing you're standing on is almost swinging back and forth now but its scraping along the floor is still quieter than all the slaps, the groans, the moans, the rattling of chains and leather being pulled from side to side.

                                            126.
                                            
                                                >You wouldn't even be mad if Twilight used her magic right now to free herself, but she's fully concentrated on simply not losing her mind, head almost lying on the floor now with her nostrils flaring in breath so hot you can almost see the steam.

                                            127.
                                            
                                                >And you're no better now, feeling so close you can't care about anything other than finishing now. Inside, all inside, all hers. There is no other way on Anon's farm.

                                            128.
                                            
                                                >When the release finally comes the mare locks you in, trained well by all the practice you've had before. You do your best to not let out any pathetic moans each time you push more and more cum into Twilight's marehood. You can't argue, this does feel strangely satisfying on some spiritual, horsefucking level.

                                            129.
                                            
                                                >Damn it, Twilight, was this also planned as some sort of taboo play just for you? You doubt you'll ever know. It would be too humiliating to ask AFTER the fact.

                                            130.
                                            
                                                >After your very explosive climax everything is still and silent. Just two kinky lovers restoring their breath. Your princess once again sweeps her mane across the floor and regains her posture, barely.

                                            131.
                                            
                                                >Now it's your legs that suddenly feel wobbly and you wait for a moment before getting off your high horse. It's really comfy to just keep yourself attached to the mare's soft butt, still deep in her, but once you start regaining your senses you feel no pressure from her anymore.

                                            132.
                                            
                                                >Oh, you so want to call her name and say how much you love her as usual... But it's not what farmer Anon does. Farmer Anon breeds the horse and goes on his merry way as if it's just like saying "hello".

                                            133.
                                            
                                                >What would the horse care if you said you love her? That's silly.

                                            134.
                                            
                                                >Although Twilight would probably argue that a lot of people actually do talk to their animals like they could understand them and some even swear that they do. If she knew what you knew about animal husbandry that is (very little).

                                            135.
                                            
                                                >But then you'd parry her with the fact that, actually, in Equestria some farm animals also do talk. Meaning Twilight's whole mute thing is basically useless.

                                            136.
                                            
                                                >Of course, this sort of debate will never actually happen. Probably.

                                            137.
                                            
                                                >You pat your mare's ass a few times in approval, get your pants up, all wet with Twilight's lust fluids, and go. Not even moving the pallet or anything.

                                            138.
                                            
                                                >Making sure Twilight hears you close the barn's door behind you, you actually quietly open it up a bit again just to peek inside.

                                            139.
                                            
                                                >Your mare is still dedicated to the kink. She's moving in place for a bit, yanking the chains slightly, and is still trying to breathe normally. But she's completely silent.

                                            140.
                                            
                                                >A nice, obedient mare. As it should be.

                                            141.
                                            
                                                >Soon you'll come to fetch her. As soon as you clean yourself up a bit.

                                            142.
                                            
                                                >Even if she sees your freshly washed clothes (that still will hold the smell for days) she won't mention it. Actually, you probably won't speak of this for the rest of your trip to Anon's farm.

                                            143.
                                            
                                                >All the way back when you were caressing her bare back at the Golden Oak Library you were never shy talking about things like that. But this one just doesn't feel like it needs discussing.

                                            144.
                                            
                                                >None needed to be said during and none needed to be said after. That's the simple way of Anon's farm.