Free Velvet Stables by Sean Michael Page B

stable hand to the family and keep Bal with us than to find someone we’d offer him to.”
    Zim gave a little yip, happy to trust Andy not to break up their family.
    The stable door was opened and Andy patted him. “You round them up, pup. I’ll get the hose and rinse them down.”
    He licked Andy’s hand and stood up, undoing the stall door latches and going in to wake up each pony, rubbing and licking them, nudging them out with his nose.
    Balfor was last, the huge pony snoring, sleeping in the hay, black mane messy.
    Zim bent and rubbed noses with the huge mount, licking and kissing. He barked twice.
    Pretty, pretty dark eyes opened, Balfor leaning in and nuzzling.
    He whimpered and yipped, kissing again, licking the warm lips. “Master needs you.”
    Balfor nodded, dark eyelashes making shadows on the long face as the pony stood and stretched, heading out, long tail swinging.
    Zim followed, nipping playfully at Balfor’s legs. Balfor tossed his head, chuffing and snorting, going up to nuzzle Andy, nibble at him.
    Zim fetched the curry brushes and brought them to Andy. Maybe Andy would let him brush Balfor. Maybe Andy would let the giant pony mount him. His tail quivered at the thought.
    “Good pup.” Andy sprayed Balfor down, the huge pony stamping, tossing his head. “Easy, boy. You’re in high spirits today.” Andy turned off the water, hands taking Balfor’s face. “I want you on your best behavior today, Bal. I want everyone to be stunned at your perfection.”
    Balfor nickered, leaned into the touch, eyes closing.
    “Pup, can you handle Bal? Brush him, get him prepared?”
    Zim nodded, tail wagging eagerly. “Yes, Master. Do you think an orgasm would help calm him, Master?”
    Andy thought, sunlight turning his master’s hair bright copper. “That’s an excellent idea, pup, but make sure you get him hard and bound after. I want him to be perfect.”
    “I will, Master.” Zim was practically vibrating and he almost didn’t ask for permission to let Balfor fuck him, after all, if Andy didn’t say he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be disobeying, but the specter of the day left behind was fresh and so he asked. “Can I let him mount me, Master?” Please, oh please, oh please . He whimpered, waiting.
    Those warm eyes that saw everything looked at him, so proud, so happy. “Yes. My good boy. You may. Go on, now. I have work to do.”
    Balfor tossed his head, cock heavy and hard.
    “Thank you, Master!” He ran to Andy and licked his Master’s hand, barked twice and then nipped at Balfour’s heels, herding him toward one of the empty stalls that would have clean bedding.
    Balfor moved, muscles rippling, black tail full and swaying. They ended in a nice, clean stall, the sunshine pouring in, fresh water waiting.
    He turned to Balfor and raised his arms, wanting up, wanting to kiss and rub and get them both hot before Balfor removed his tail and mounted him with that beautiful huge cock. He barked twice, eyes shining up at the pony.
    Balfor gathered him up against that so-wide chest, head dropping to nuzzle at his neck, his shoulders. The pony’s skin was still damp and cool from the hose, still a little slick. He wrapped his legs around Balfor’s middle, hands carding through the long mane. Oh, he would make Balfor shine. After they rutted.
    He took Balfor’s head in his hands and brought their mouths together, whimpering into the kiss as he rubbed against the cool, slick skin.
    Balfor tasted sweet, Zeb said it was the grains, the fresh water, but Zim thought it was just Balfor, just the natural goodness in the huge man.
    “You want me?” he asked Balfor, licking at the pony’s skin, nibbling Balfor’s neck.
    Balfor nodded, rubbing that heavy cock against him.
    His hole was throbbing, squeezing the plug inside him, making his tail vibrate. “Me, too.”
    He gave Balfor another kiss, then wriggled out of the big arms and fetched a pot of oil, lovingly slicking up Balfor’s large cock, moaning at