Three couples stood outside of the stables as the last of the corporate sponsors were ushered out of the area. The horse races were long over, it was nearly midnight, and despite the festival atmosphere the stable guests were reminded that the horses needed to rest. You can always come back tomorrow, the crowds were reminded. Except for the six people standing in the murky dark at the far end of the stables.

The sultry summer air was thick with the smell of the barns, a scent of earth and the cloying, musty-sweet smell of horses. An occasional whinny was carried on the gentle evening breeze, and as the six people stood at the only stable door that remained open a casual observer would have detected a nervous air about them. They were the biggest sponsors, the owner of an oil company, his wife, and their guests. It was obvious from the cut of their clothes and the jewelry worn by the women that they were no stable hands, and they seemed out of place among the piles of hay bales and saddles that lay strewn around the barns.

A tall man in jeans and a red shirt walked up to them, his tanned face ruggedly handsome, his slate gray eyes missing no detail as he came to a halt before the anxious group. He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring the last of the guests had left the stables and the gates were locked before he turned to speak.

"We're almost ready, so if you'd like to come into the barn we can get started." His words sent a ripple of excitement through his small audience, and they followed him into the stable. Once the six had entered the building the man paused to slide the heavy wooden door closed on it's track, and he locked it shut with a heavy padlock.

It was a typical stable they were in, made up of a wide hallway lined with ten stalls per side. The stalls were twelve by twelve feet in size and all had heavy sliding gates made of iron bars. A wooden half wall on the right side of each gate allowed the horses to peer out into the hallway, and the group followed the man in the red shirt to the far end of the stable. The stalls were all full and a handful of the horses had their massive heads poking out into the hallway, sensing the anticipation of the group as they walked to the end of the barn and the only empty stall. The sound of a hoof pawing the bedding in one of the stalls reverberated through the barn in a series of dull thuds, and at the opposite end of the hallway one of the horses looked down the length of the barn, shaking its head and whinnying insistently.

The group gathered in front of the empty stall, which was lit by a single light bulb in the ceiling. The dim light spilled out into the hallway and cast shadows into the corners of the stall, and as the six looked into the cubicle they saw that it differed slightly from the rest. It was cleaner, only slightly so, the walls still covered with the dust of the barns, but the floor had been covered with a fresh layer of sawdust. There were leather reins hanging from the walls inside, along with a collection of crops and polished stainless steel bits and clips that glinted faintly in the warm, light. Along the back wall of the cubical was a low padded bench, and beside it a galvanized metal bucket.

"Now, there are a couple of rules you all need to follow," the man said, standing between the group and the stall, his hands on his hips. "First of all, you are free to talk among yourselves, and once we begin you can do anything you feel you would like to do, but it must be here in the hallway." He looked at them, unsmiling, before continuing. "You are not to enter the stall under any circumstances. And you are not to speak to or touch anyone but the others in your group. No one speaks to or touches either the filly or the stud. These rules are firm, and if you break these rules the evening is over. Is that clear?"

All six in the group nodded in silent obedience. The man knew that they had gone to great lengths and great expense to arrange this evening, and he was confident they would follow his directions to the letter. He did one final check of the stall to ensure all was in place before walking to a small intercom box bolted to the stable wall.

"Bring her in," he said into the box, and he opened a smaller door beside the larger one he had locked earlier.

After a few long minutes of nervous silence the group could hear the sound of footsteps outside the door. A female trainer, dressed in snug black riding pants and a red blouse, stepped into the stable. She held a thick leather lead in her hand, and the group released a collective gasp as the filly was led into the barn.

She was a magnificent creature, her mane of chestnut hair falling past her bare shoulders in shimmering, silky waves. She had been immaculately groomed, they saw, and her body rippled as she took slow, deliberate steps into the stable. Her eyes were big and dark and she ignored the group with a regal sense of indifference as she was led to the door of the stall. The men and women of the group had known what was coming but none of them could fully grasp that it was real. Her pretty face showed the barest of makeup, only some liner and shadow to bring out her eyes and a deep red color on her lush lips. The filly had been toned by workouts but retained a strikingly voluptuous figure, her bare breasts swaying gently as she walked at the end of the lead, which was fastened around to a wide leather collar around her neck. Her tanned skin was flawless and looked as soft as satin, and her tight waist gave way to full, fertile hips. As she was led into the stall they could see the fullness of her high rump, which held an exaggerated heart shape before tapering to shapely, strong thighs. She wore nothing but a pair of black leather boots that reached her mid thigh, the four inch stiletto heels clicking on the concrete of the barn floor until meeting the sawdust in the stall.

The trainer snapped the end of the filly's lead to a gleaming metal O ring that was attached to a leather strap, then removed the lead from the front of the filly's collar and reattached it to a clip on the back of her neck. The strap was looped over a pulley in the stall's ceiling, and the trainer tugged on it. The pulley creaked quietly as lead lifted up, and she tied the strap to a hook at the side of the stall, effectively securing the filly to the middle of the stall while leaving her a little slack for movement. The trainer stroked her hand over the filly's mane, whispering something to her that brought the faintest of smiles to the creature's lips before kissing her forehead gently and exiting the stall.

"She's beautiful," one of the women in the group said to the man in the red shirt, her eyes darting over the filly's curves.

"She's the best we have," the man replied with a nod. "We have had a hard time breaking her - she's still got a wild streak in her - but I'm sure you'll agree that isn't necessarily a bad thing."

His comment elicited a quite laugh from the group as the filly simply stood in the middle of her stall, staring at the group without reaction to their words. She shifted from one foot to the other slowly, bending her knees one at a time to shift her weight. She exuded a nervous energy, one that made her seem like she could bolt at any moment. The leather lead, it was obvious, was a good idea. The man in the red shirt glanced at the trainer.

"Bring in the stud," he said quietly.

The trainer exited the barn and there was the metal rattling of a stall or cage being opened. A few seconds later she walked back through the door, followed by a single blonde stud.

He was naked and they could see was tall and broadly built with a thick, muscular chest and broad, powerful shoulders. His fiercely intense blue eyes darted to the group as he walked past them, looking away with the same passive disdain that had darkened the filly's eyes. His waist was tight and the bulging muscles in his thighs rippled as he padded barefoot over the concrete floor of the barn. He was handsome and strong, his body perfectly defined, and his cock swung with proud virility between his thighs. He was well endowed, uncircumcised and thick, and his heavy balls hung low and full as he walked into the stall without being led.

The filly reacted to his presence cautiously, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air, her eyes narrowing as he slowly paced the length of the stall. He circled her slowly, the blue of his eyes growing deeper as he eyed her with silent hunger. He took a step toward her and the filly pulled back, the pulley her lead was attached to rattling in the barn roof as they sized each other with their eyes. The women in the group exchanged worried glances as they saw a flash of fear in the filly's eyes as stud ignored the sound of the trainer rolling the stall door closed.

"Easy, boy," the trainer said as the stud took another step toward the skittish filly. He took a step back, his eyes burning into the curvaceous woman before him.

"One more thing," the man in red said as the trainer gathered a few things to take with her out of the barns. "You will be alone in here but we are going to be watching on camera. You are here to watch, not to interfere. If anything happens in there that is a concern, we'll deal with it." He paused. "Only us." With that he turned and walked out of the stable with the trainer in tow, sliding the barn door closed.

In the silence, the group exchanged nervous glances. "This is crazy," one of the women said finally, shaking her head.

"Look at them," another of the women said, her eyes glued to the sight of the stud slowly pacing around the filly. He walked slowly and, they saw, was becoming aroused. "They are like animals."

"Jesus, he's big," one of the men said, holding his wife's hand as they watched him circle the chestnut. She was pacing with him now, attempting to keep him in her sight at all times.

"Is he?" One of the other men said with a anxious chuckle. "I haven't been able to take my eyes from her tits since they brought her in." His wife gave him a weak smile before they both turned their attention back to the stall.

"They're both fabulous," the third woman spoke, her eyes devouring the scene before them.

The stud reached for one of the filly's hips, his big hand barely missing her as she darted to one side. He made a low growling sound from deep inside his chest and continued to pace around her, closing the distance until she was walking slowly backward in a tight circle, the stud's eyes on hers. He reached for her again, with his left hand, and again she tried to feint to the side. He was ready for her this time and caught her arm in a tight grip. She emitted a high, short squeal as he used her arm to turn her around, pulling her back into him holding her securely against his body.

She was breathing harder as she began to struggle, not hard but with a slow undulation of her body, trying to loosen his grasp to no avail. She tossed her head as he nuzzled her neck, and the group was frozen in silence as he began to squeeze her heavy tits in one hand while holding her arm tight with the other.

As he pawed at her the filly tossed her head wildly, her mane of chestnut hair flying into his face while his big hands moved to fill themselves with her body. He moved quickly, both hands cupping her tits and using that purchase to hold her to him as the group stared in fascination. She twisted to get out of his grasp and when she did he pulled her against him harder. Her face became a mask of determination as she reached back with one hand and raked her long nails down the side of his neck. The stud let out a roar, his grip loosening just enough for her to slip away. One of the women let out a gasp as she saw the long, deep track the filly left in his neck, from just under his jaw to his collar bone. Stepping away from him, she lifted her finger to her mouth, staring into his eyes as she slipped her finger into her mouth and tasted his blood.

The stud touched his fingers to the deep scratch and pulled them back, bloody. His head quirked to one side curiously, and he brushed his fingers over his bare thigh, leaving a smear of blood. He was fully aroused now, his big cock jutting out toward her as he stood there, just staring at her. Her breasts rose and fell with the rapid pace of her breathing, and something passed between them, a silent communication that seemed to threaten the filly as she began to back away from the stud before he even began to walk toward her, until she was straining on the end of her lead.

The group had shuffled forward unconsciously and were now up against the bars of the stall door, as close to the two as they could get. Just as they settled in against the bars the stud dashed forward. The filly looked frightened and moved to dart around him but he was too fast for her, his muscular legs straining as he found purchase in the sawdust of the stall. He went not for her body this time, but for the leather lead that ran from her collar to the ceiling. Thinking he had missed her, the filly bolted for the other side of the stall. He jerked hard on the lead, snapping her head back as her collar dug into her skin. Caught off balance, she let out a strangled cry and spun on her stiletto heels, falling to her knees with a deep grunt.

He was on her then, his hands going to her mane and gripping tight, holding it close to her scalp with both hands. Her lips went tight as she attempted to pull back, her hands slapping at the fronts of his hips as his fully engorged cock bobbed in front of her face. She tried to look to one side but he only shook her hard by her hair, causing her to squeal with her mouth closed. As she slapped at his hips he jerked her head again, and as if could no longer wait for her to open her mouth he began roughly rubbing his cock and those heavy balls over her face, smearing her lipstick as he sighed deeply.

"He's a fucking animal," one of the women breathed softly. Her nipples were jutting up under the silk of her blouse and her husband was standing behind her, rubbing her hips with his hands. None of the group reacted as they watched the pretty little filly struggle to get onto her feet. The more she struggled the harder the stud held her down, continuing to run his huge cock over her face even as she slapped at his hips. He pulled back to shift his grip on her hair and when he did one of her flailing hands connected with his rigid cock. Her open palm slapped him hard and cracked loudly in the stall, the group gasping with surprise. The stud snarled though clenched teeth and, holding her mane firmly, lifted his right hand up above his shoulder and brought it down at a sharp angle, backhanding the pony's pretty face.

The six watching gasped in unison, watching as her head tossed to one side even though her still held her by the hair tightly. Stunned, her body slumped, momentarily drained of fight, a stream of blood spilled over her lip, running down her chin. The stud didn't hesitate in capitalizing on her dazed condition, grabbing his cock with one hand and pushing it between her swelling lips. He began pumping his hips as soon as he felt the heat of her mouth, thrusting that big cock into her mouth with hard, fast strokes as the filly coughed and gurgled around his shaft.

"Oh my god...look at him," one of the women whispered, eyes locked on the sight of the stud's hard cock streaked with blood, pumping into the pony's mouth. "He's choking her...Grant?...she can't breathe..." Her husband didn't respond, still shocked at the sudden fury that had erupted between the two in the stall.

The filly was struggling to regain her composure as he fucked her mouth, and since she couldn't move her head she began to claw at his hips and thighs. Even as she was leaving deep furrows in his skin he was unrelenting, jerking her head forward to meet his thrusts until suddenly, with a loud cry, he forced her to take his entire length into her throat.

"Jesus..." one of the men whispered, watching as her face began to redden from lack of oxygen.

"Did he come?" one of the women asked rhetorically as he held himself deep in the filly's throat. She was writhing, gagging hard over his huge cock, her tiny hands balled into fists as she pounded at his stomach, trying to get him to let go of her.

"Look at her gag," one of the men said with a tone of astonishment. As repulsed as some of the group felt they could not look away and were becoming aroused despite their disgust. One of the women had unzipped her husband's pants and had slipped his rigid cock out, stroking him slowly as they watched.

Finally, with the filly making a deep coughing sound and tears streaking her face, the stud released her. She slid from his cock, gasping for air loudly as he stepped back, looking at her. She fell forward, one hand supporting her while the other went to her throat, a long line of saliva tinted red from her blood hanging from her mouth. He walked to the back of he stall and picked up the padded bench, easily handling the weight of it as he set it down in the middle of the stall. Taking her arm he pulled the filly to her feet, effortlessly throwing her over one end so the two of them were facing the left side of the stall. He grabbed the collar around her neck and worked the gleaming buckle, freeing her of her restraint.

Her strength had apparently returned as she began to buck her hips, tossing her head and whimpering as she tried to move away from his searching cockhead. He had already gained position on her, however, and she wasn't able to fend him off as he pinned her with both hands at the small of her back, disabling her from moving her hips. She kicked back at him with the gleaming points of her boots but he either evaded her attempts or absorbed the pain of the blows she did land. She wiggled her hips, her rump rippling fetchingly as she tried to get away, earning herself two hard slaps that left big red blotches on her skin.

"God, look at that big pony ass," one of the women panted, leaning back against her husband as he rubbed her through her skirt. The stud snorted loudly, digging his fingers into the pony's flesh.

"Oh, I think he likes that," the woman said with a coy grin. Even though it was against the rules, the woman leaned closer to the bars and cooed "Do you? Do you like that big pony ass, boy?" Again he snorted loudly, gripping the filly's rump tightly.

"He fucking loves it," one of the men said lustfully, watching as the stud grabbed his cock and prodded at the filly. "Look at him; he's trying to mount her."

Ignoring their comments the stud was pushing his hips forward, stabbing at the filly with an eager cock. He was as hard as marble, his cock jutting upward and engorged to an immense size, seeking her opening with hard thrusts. The filly relaxed suddenly, still breathing hard but no longer fighting as the stud centered himself behind her. The group on the other side of the bars stared into the stall, all eyes fixed on the thick length of cock the stud was pushing toward the filly's pussy, silenced by the thought of seeing him finally take her.

The filly, motionless, waited until the last second before rearing backward. She pushed against his cock, forcing it to one side while she pushed her rump back toward him. Getting a grip on the padded bench the filly shoved her body backward and, taking the stud off guard, forced him to step back. It gave her just enough space to slip to one side, evading him as he lost his grip on her lush hips.

The stud let out a ferocious growl and reached for her, his hand grabbing at the flesh of her round ass as she stepped away, gripping her and holding her by a tenuous handful of her ass before she broke away completely. The filly darted gingerly to the far side of the stall and spun to face him, his cock swaying as it jutted from his hips, his eyes burning into hers with the intensity of total and complete want.

"Get her, boy" one of the women breathed. She wanted to see him stud the filly, they all did, their desire eclipsing their initial concern for the beautiful pony's safety.

The stud turned his head and looked at her, the first time since entering the stall that he had acknowledged the presence of the six onlookers. The dark fury of his eyes froze them into silence, and he turned back toward the filly with something resembling total resolve. He stepped toward her and his cock bobbed with swollen weight, his hardness not fading in the slightest as he closed in on the trembling, sweating filly.

She darted toward the stall door this time, toward the onlookers as the stud reached out for her again. He lunged toward her with perfect timing and caught her arm in one of his big, powerful hands. He turned with her as she raced for the bars of the stall door and then flung her backward, her feet churning as she fought to keep her balance, crying out as she failed and tumbled to the sawdust covered floor.

She rolled over and bounded to her feet, sawdust clinging to her back and thighs as she kicked at him again, the sharp toe of her boot barely missing his thigh as the stud, seemingly enraged now, ran toward her. Her screams seemed fragile and weak as he gripped her arms and shook her, snarling and uttering loud, throat growls as he pushed her back toward the bench. He spun her around and forced her over the padded top of the bench, this time slapping her voluptuous rump hard, making the filly jump and squeal as she fell over the bench for a second time.

"Think he'll let her get away again?" a man asked of no one in particular as the filly pushed up and away from the bench.

The stud was ready for her this time, though, and his hands went to her shoulders as she came up, shoving her back down with cruel force. Winded by his blow the filly let out a strangled moan as he kicked her feet apart, her boots scuffing over the floor of the stall as he grabbed her waist and pinned her roughly against the bench. She kicked and thrashed but his hands were holding her waist with a vice like grip and he held his prize against the padded rail with cold confidence.