buddy swears he's a stallion chick magnet
he's a total Chad Thundercock that brings in the bitches
doubt
he never brought girls over
you definitely made that doubt known
dude was built like his sister
maybe it was the horse thing but he had a girl ass
both of you called the other homos
but you had the sneaking suspicion he really was gay
you had a wild idea
worst case, you play it off as "hey, funny prank bro"
the painted horse boy was minding his own business on the couch
he was a decent roommate
got a little too heated in games
telling players to suck his dick
you'd bought a horse bit off the internet and you snuck behind him
you got the reigns and bit around him and the metal and leather fit
he fought against it for a good minute
boy kicked and you wrestled him
it was a struggle
when you asserted yourself and pulled back his cock popped out of his gym shorts and he groaned against the metal bar
he was erect and spewing precum everywhere with his thrashing
eventually you relaxed and he scowled at you before spitting the bit out
he realized he was exposed and tried to stuff his meat back into the shorts but they were a bit too small to hide that dick
"you ass!”
you laughed at your genius wit and that only resulted in a furious horse flying off the couch in your direction
he was definitely into dudes
chick magnet
you were laughing as he tried to wrestle you
occasionally he'd call you a son of a bitch or an ass and you were a little worried you'd actually pissed him off
he was rolling around the floor with you though, hadn't made to punch you
so maybe he wasn't violently frustrated
just upset
he was strong
girly or not he was still a horse
but you used your free hand to put the bit right back into his mouth and he retreated, smacking your hand away and throwing the thing out of your hand
personally you were glad this had worked
you were curious if he'd be into it and yeah, it was a dumb idea
but worth it
this stallion was gay after all
you had figured the worst thing would happen was you'd get to play it off for a laugh
best case happened though
strange way to shoot your shot but you wanted your little pony
perhaps you'd been a little too forceful
you'd apologize if that was the case
for now you held your tongue, and went to sit on the couch
he refused eye contact, trying to fix himself back up and dusted off his chestnut fur a little
he readjusted his shorts but the flared cockhead was impossible to hide that way
you saw it out of the corner of your eye
well some lucky girl was going to miss out on that if you had your way
dude had to be a bottom
he caught you looking so he stormed off to the bathroom grumbling and you backed off to prevent another tussle
he was cute when he was pouty but you weren't going to push your luck
at least now
your interference cost him the match
no doubt you wouldn't hear the end of that
you did a double take and realized that the bit was gone with a quick glance at the floor

you had the desire to commit more mischief, of course
couldn't lie
barging into the bathroom would be funny in the short term
however, you also didn't want to really get him pissed and ruin shit
and if your theory was right you might not have to push anything
you wanted to let him figure his own shit out now
letting the gears work in his head
pranking Terry any further would jeopardize letting him figure out you wanted his cute ass in bed
he could drop the chick magnet facade and just be your chick
much easier for everyone involved
but you didn't expect him to retreat like that with that bit and the leather
it went better than expected
or at least faster
he had gotten hard off it, sure
your mind did race at the thought of what he was doing in that little bathroom
so you didn't exactly want to prank him now, but satisfy your curiosity a little
you crept over to the door
again, you didn't want to screw this up but it couldn't hurt to be nosey
just a little
you inhaled quietly and held your breath just to listen for anything
your optimistic fantasy had played out a little judging by what you heard
it was muffled, which you initially thought was just the door but you quickly realized he must have that bit in his mouth of his own volition
he was trying to keep quiet but you knew what those sort of noises were
you were a guy too
your imagination was running wild with the idea of him bent over that old sink
you'd thought about that bare ass more than once
his pretty little tail lifted up, waiting for you
you knew this was risky and a boneheaded move, but you couldn't help but whip it out in the hallway
you listened intently
both to goad yourself on and to make sure you weren't caught with your own pants down
turned out that was the best decision you could have made instead of just going all out on your voyeurism
Terry groaned particularly louder around that bit and you knew immediately what that meant
it sucked to retreat with your own orgasm so close but you didn't need to complicate this
you put your dick away and withdrew to your room and hoped to finish there
you bet his ass clenched right when he came
the fantasy was good company and it pushed you over the edge
tiny as the apartment was, you could tell by his hooves when he was finally done in the bathroom
you wisely gave him space for now, still committed to letting him work this out in his head

you heard him get back to his game after a visit to his room
there was an attempt to play but it sounded like eventually he quit
after the post nut clarity you did have enough sense to worry if you legit really pissed him off
so you did decide to get up and go see how he was
you wouldn't bring up anything
just poke your head out and make sure he wasn't stewing in quiet rage on the couch
maybe you'd have to apologize for thinking with your dick
he was browsing his phone
didn't bother looking up from it when you walked into the room
should you say something?
there was an urge there
but maybe he was alright
and you didn't want to screw up the opportunity
maybe just asking him out would have been better but he was so far in the damn closet
he'd never just admit it
he finally did look up to glare at you before going back to the phone
OK dammit
you might have screwed up
at least you knew he was into this stuff
so you decided to make things awkward and apologize
he didn't look up when you sat next to him on the couch
you overstepped a line
you didn't try to spin it
at least now
you did want to call him cute
when you did he snapped up from his phone and lunged at you
he cursed you out and you didn't fight back
your flirting had been a bit unhinged so you did let him vent
he was attempting to shake you by the collar and acting tough
didn't exactly work given the size difference
this was the second time he'd put his hands on you today but this time was a little more restrained
you let him call you every name in the book as you looked over his face
then you called him cute again and he broke off to huff

the stallion clearly was in a mood
you might have really fucked up here and maybe there was no recovering this
he eventually excused himself to his room
Terry locked the door behind him
your worry about screwing up was nonsense
right now the horse was annoyed
he smelled that you just beat off
and he had a feeling it was over him
all over that stupid fucking bit
he had put it on his dresser
he didn't dare admit being rough and reigning him in like that had been the biggest turn off he'd ever felt
not to you
he huffed again to himself
you thought you were so damn smug
but goddam he'd never jerked off so hard thinking about you
he knew you liked dudes and he didn't judge
but him?
he was supposed to be into mares, despite that not working out
like ever
not think about your breath on his neck
he realized he was getting hard again
your stupid fucking smug smile
he grabbed the bit and felt his cock twitch
even though he knew he locked the door, he couldn't help but over his shoulder
this was so kinky
he thought about how you smelled
he felt like pervert but found himself sliding the metal into his mouth
he was cursing you out in his head just like in the bathroom but couldn't help pulling his shorts down again

Terry had jerked off before
plenty
he was a guy
still young and dumb
but this was different
he blamed you as he fucked his hand
the bit kept him quiet enough, his teeth clamped down tight on that metal
he wasn't supposed to be turned on by how you held him
but the flared cock leaking in his hands betrayed him
Terry knew he was slinging precum when he started really fucking his hands
smelling your dick on you was the last straw
well not really
that fucking cute remark
the horse boy felt his nuts tighten and he groaned against the metal as he blasted a load across the room
but he couldn't help himself right now
it didn't feel like he could stop
he ended up on his knees on his bed and his dick felt like it wouldn't go down
he buried his face in his pillow and went back to jerking off
the metal bit still in his teeth

you hadn't seen Terry come out of his room for hours
you'd started to worry
you had been a little forceful
you didn't attempt to address the problem directly
you'd tip toe around the problem and offer a bribe at the same time
there were sounds of panic behind the door after you knocked and asked what he wanted on a pizza
a way to find out if he was still alive in there
after a moment of fumbling he opened the door a crack to make eye contact
the room reeked of sweat and he looked like he killed someone
the stallion ended up avoiding eye contact
you repeated the request about the pizza
it would hopefully work as a decent apology
can't be mad at pizza right?
of course he wanted veggie lovers
you'd live
after, you pulled up the app to order and let him be
he shut the door behind him and breathed out a sigh
Terry realized he'd passed out
he just hadn't stop jerking off and woke up to that knocking with the bit still lodged in his mouth
he glared at the thing on the bed
”jackass” he muttered to himself as he thought about you
God he'd need to wash the entire bed spread
he slumped to the floor, feeling tired and mentally defeated
he thought after cursing you out he'd feel better
then maybe after beating off how many times that might work
the stallion tried not reflecting on all this
he didn't want to think
at least he could blame you for making him feel complicated

Terry came out of his bedroom disheveled
he reeked of sex
he was immediately aware of it and went straight for the shower before he even thought being around you
bad enough when he smelled that on you
he didn't need you smelling that desperation on him
or maybe he did
didn't take long for the shower to turn into him trying to get his new erection under control
his balls were tapped out and he had a dry orgasm that nearly knocked him over
thinking about you getting him hard was an alien feeling he didn't like
he hated that bit for awakening something in him
the actual shower was a welcome distraction
he always took care of his coat
dedicated actually
he ran the shampoo over his white and tan patterned fur
he ran through so much shampoo and conditioner but it was a point of pride
the girls wouldn't like a messy coat and mane
he even got his hooves pedicured at his usual place every month
girls liked that, right?
he wasn't “cute”
he cut off another erection at the pass by thinking about his physics class work
never had he been so relieved to take that class than now
God help him if you found that mark on his coat that looked like a heart
he wouldn't hear the end of it
he scrubbed with shampoo then conditioner twice
then rubbed in a scented oil after to hopefully completely cover up the shame
he brushed out his mane and blow dried everything
Terry looked at himself in the mirror and sighed
the equine was a little scrawny except for his damn fat ass
but he thought mares liked glutes
definitely not some pumped up stallion
but it took all types
his mom said he was handsome
instead he gets some weirdo dude calling him cute and buying him pizza
he huffed again and twisted around to make sure his tail looked good in the mirror

you had enough sense not to remark on anything that had happened today over dinner
didn't want him pissed and this would go against your intentions of at least attempting an apology
Terry cleaned up beautifully but you didn't dare say that
both of you ate quietly with the TV on in the background and phonescrolled
just the typical Saturday night shit
almost like earlier didn't happen
your knee bumped into his getting up and he nearly dropped his plate
you fought back a comment
that would do you no favors if you were still hoping to get into his pants
instead, you did your best to pretend you didn't notice
there was a time to be a smart ass and that was when you were buried in his
at least he seemed to be relaxed aside from that
the night was uneventful aside from hearing Terry sneaking around in the dead of night
hooves on linoleum were hard not to notice
you were up browsing your phone when you should have been sleeping
your curiosity got the better of you now and you decided it would be time to go for a glass of water
the stallion nearly hit the ceiling when you caught him at the washer and dryer in the little entryway room/laundry
”don't fucking sneak around like that.”
you remarked that isn't that what he was doing?
”I'm… just doing laundry.”
at 2 AM?
he didn't bother justifying that one with a response and refused to make eye contact after
you wouldn't push your luck though and opted for actual sleep this time

Terry kept the bit and leather straps in his sock drawer from then on
it was a dirty little indulgence
he'd have a free day between classes and practically drain his balls dry
but despite the fun it wasn't enough
wasn't the same high as having someone pulling it
he eventually looked into more leather straps
not quite bondage gimp stuff
he knew he was weird for this, but he had a limit
the straps fit under his clothes easy enough
the feeling of restraint, even in public, made his heart race
but even chasing that wasn't enough
he knew the answer to all this heat
and it pissed him off to no end
if you were going to make him feel like this, the least you could do is goddamn make good on it
one night he had had enough
you were allowing things to play out, hopeful with how you'd caught him acting occasionally
you knew he was horny
no one retreats to their room that much and comes out to wash sheets that much without getting into freaky stuff
Terry scowled at you from the couch as you made tomorrow's lunch in the kitchen
he knew you knew exactly what you'd done
had to
you'd planted all these ideas in him and you were just there making a sandwich
he'd been toying with the idea of buying a skirt offline yesterday you were just making a sandwich like this wasn't your responsibility
three months he'd spent burning off pent up arousal and you were just making a sandwich
he gripped the armrest so tight his fingers dug into the material
Terry was annoyed by a lot of things right now, unaware for the moment you were oblivious

in hindsight, you probably should have seen this coming
despite being built like a girl, Terry was a stallion
with enough testosterone to match
just sort of wasted on a manlet with a juicy ass
but the teasing had clearly been an awakening for the horse boy
you made your lunch in peace, unaware of the storm clouds rolling in
your task all done, you came out to the living room to Terry glaring at you
nostrils flaring
his hand nearly destroying the arm rest
you had to ask
what was his problem?
several months of sexual frustration cleared the room and slammed you to the carpet
you'd wanted to give Terry room to work himself out
apparently that wasn't the smooth process you'd assumed it would be
in fact, it seems like going hands off after that encounter may have created a monster
he certainly looked furious staring down at you as he straddled you
then you glanced down and saw he was rock hard
the flared tip clearly poking out of the bottom of his shorts
he noticed even with you quickly snapping back to his eyes
”that's your fault you son of a bitch.”
he pulled his shirt off, showing something that made you gawk for a moment
pink leather straps criss-crossed over his chest
his erect pink nipples framed by steel shiny rings in the shape of hearts
he went out and got this unprompted by you
your plan definitely worked
the shirt was tossed across the room
”I hope you're fucking happy.”
he flinched when you reached up and grabbed one of the straps on his torso
he actually gasped when you tugged it
then he slapped your hand away
it was clear he was struggling
you decided being passive might not be the best solution here
you grabbed him again by the chest straps and rolled over, pinning him
he looked absolutely indignant
one might even say huffy
when you called him cute you may as well have insulted his mother but he was pinned under you and wiggling against you didn't help his concentration

the stallion was tempted to kick you off
he wasn't cute
but then you kissed him
it was awkward with his snout but the gesture was enough
Terry had never been kissed before like that
you'd pinned his hands
he had to take the kiss
a kiss from a man
he had to just lay back and receive it
it had gone from slow to rough
messy
you really didn't know how to work with Terry's face at first but you learned as you went
his dick twitched against yours
when the kiss was broken he could think straight
he was only doing this because the jerking off wasn't working
all he had to do was do this gay stuff once, get it out of his system and then he could just move on
that was it
he tried not to look at the saliva connecting you two after the kiss
he was breathing heavy and trying to ignore way that made his cock leak
the stallion would just do this once and find out he didn't like it
that's what he kept telling himself
he whined when you reached down to squeeze him through his shorts
why the fuck did that feel better than his own hand?
his hips jerked when you stroked him
all he'd have to do was do this once
of course, he'd hate all this after he was thinking clearly
it was your fault anyways
he huffed, earning him another kiss
the attack on two fronts was getting to him
the stallion had to consciously fight his legs from spreading
all he had to do was get off here and he'd never have these urges again
but there was no reason he had to look like he was eager for it
because he wasn't

Terry hated he couldn't stop himself from arching his back when you reached into his shorts
well his dick was poking out of them already, but your hand finally freed him
chicks probably thought he was on the small side
only fifteen inches when hard
maybe that's why he didn't have any luck
and you didn't even notice that shit
you were just touching it like it was… yours
the kisses, the stroking
what the fuck were you doing to him?
the stallion wanted to curse you out for all this when you pulled away but you cut that off with another kiss
it shut him up again
the horse's cock throbbed against his best wishes
he hated admitting this was better than stroking himself for hours
he groaned into your mouth
it was building up
his nuts were full and God he was hoping you fixed that
he didn't mean to think that
the flared tip leaked like a faucet
preparing for a mare that wouldn't happen
when you ran your palm over the tip he couldn't help grabbing onto your back with his free hand
it was so much better than his own hand and he just couldn't explain why
the stallion hated loving the climax you pulled out of him
his hooves stomped against carpet as he thrust up into your hand
thick messy ropes of cum shot out everywhere
against your chest, his chest, the floor, your face, the wall, his face
you didn't break the kiss, his scream muffled
his firehose of a cock throbbed in your hand with every burst
then in the brief respite, the realization hit Terry
he didn't hate that hand on him and the tongue insisting on his mouth even after the post nut clarity