Body Language (new title, was Yozak-Kouma)

Yozak-Kouma (chapter 2 of 2)
Author: Tsutsuji

Rating: Hard R for kink and m/m sex
Warnings: weelll, the request was for Pony Play, so... yeah. yaoi, bondage, and role play. No actual animals involved, so no, it's not bestiality. It's also not beta'd.
Word count for chapter 2: 2900-something plus notes.
Originally written for a request on the KKM kink meme.

Summary: What's the best part of pony play: the exhilarating ride, the attentive grooming, or the amazing sex afterward? Yozak could answer that for you - if he didn't have that bit in his mouth.

Note: By the way, I know next to nothing about actual horses, so excuse any technical errors about stuff like tack and... stuff. My horse-crazy-girl days are long, long past...


Yozak-Kouma can't turn all the way around and can only swivel his head so far, trying to watch what Conrad does behind him. The saddle is removed, and immediately, his heavily-worked back muscles are soothed with the massage of a soft-bristled brush in Conrad's hand. Tension flows out of him with every stroke. For a while he just stands with his head down, eyes half-closed, and lets the gentle-firm sensations flow down his back from shoulder to ankle.

Conrad brushes out his hair, slowly and carefully combing through the thick mane until it tumbles down his back in gleaming, red-gold ripples. After that's done he releases Yozak-Kouma's arms, rubs the stiffness out of them and then binds them at his back instead. Then he begins to brush him down again, from the front this time.

Conrad's touch begins to ignite ripples of pleasure in his skin. Gradually, the mere pleasure of being brushed and rubbed down builds into something more distinctly sensual. The warm glow of satisfaction he feels in the service of his rider gathers deep inside Yozak-kouma, growing steadily into a heated desire to please Conrad in a much more physical way.

His groomer drops to one knee in order to brush down his legs, but the careful touch doesn't linger long around his groin. At that angle, however, he knows his body's response to the careful grooming must be pretty obvious by now. Obvious, but not yet acknowledged, and all he can do is wait.

Conrad has removed most of his tack already, but by the time he reaches for the bit and bridle again, Yozak-Kouma shakes his head and dodges away from his hands as far as the reins will allow. He doesn't want Conrad to take them off. He wants them there and he wants Conrad's hands on the reins, just like that rawhide strip between his teeth that time in the stable. He wants Conrad. But he can't say what he wants.

"Kouma?" Conrad questions his sudden reaction, soothing him with a palm against his chin.

Yozak-Kouma leans into him, rubs his shoulder against him, tucks his head down to nuzzle Conrad's face. With the bit in his mouth, he speaks the only way he can, using his body and making whinnying, pleading sounds in his throat, willing his rider to understand.

Conrad watches him carefully, listens, and pats his jaw reassuringly. Yozak-Kouma relaxes, going still, but then Conrad reaches for the bridle again and he prances out of reach.

"I see," Conrad says finally, smiling. He places his palm on Yozak's flank, coaxing him to be still again, but this time it's not the touch of a rider gentling a skittish mount. "You want it this way, don't you?"

Yozak would nod and make an emphatic sound of affirmation, but for Yozak-Kouma, the only possible response is to whinny softly, lean in and nuzzle against Conrad, and then stand quite still.

"Yozak," Conrad breathes, lips against his shoulder. He reaches around Yozak with both arms in a brief embrace. "You take my breath away... you're so beautiful. So strong. Especially like this."

The words hardly sink in before he steps away again.

"Back, Kouma," Conrad says. The firm touch of the rider returns, but instead of trying to release the bridle, it only guides Yozak-Kouma to take a few steps backward, away from the bedpost, and then coaxes his legs a little wider apart.

Conrad leaves him that way for a moment. Yozak-Kouma strains at the bit to try to turn and see what he's doing, but the taut reins won't allow him to look around. In a moment, though, Conrad is back, and first releases his arms and moves them around in front again. He pushes down on Yozak-Kouma's shoulder, making him lean froward, and attaches each wrist to rings on the bedposts. This leaves him with his arms spread apart and resting against the bed rail at a convenient height to balance some of his weight.

Yozak-Kouma's skin twitches, shivering, as Conrad runs a hand down the back of his legs to his ankles. He can't look back or down, of course, but he recognizes the familiar sensation of suede being looped around his ankles. However, this hobble is not designed to keep his legs together, but instead coaxes them further apart.

Finally, Conrad takes the reins in hand, lifts them back over his shoulders and moves around behind him again.

Yozak lets out a soft groan of pure human anticipation when he feels Conrad's hardness nudge his naked ass, a sound cut short when the end of the rein stings his shoulder and reminds him to turn the groan into a throaty wicker instead.

"You still talk too much...!"

~~~

There's a very good reason why Conrad skimps on the grooming before he saddles Kouma to ride. If he didn't, he's fairly certain that he'd never get them out the door.

It's true that he only started out putting his best friend and lover in bit and bridle during sex, but with each piece of harness that Yozak added, the game expanded - if he could ever have called it a game - and the connection between them grew deeper. Yozak's prancing horse-gait and that distinctive voice whinnying at him should have been comical, he supposed, and might have been if it wasn't for the incredible power of the submission that went with them.

The first time he actually rode Kouma, they both expected it to be erotically charged and that it would lead to even wilder sex afterward than that first time in the stable. It did... but the sheer pleasure of having all of Yozak's strength and will underneath him and under his control had been exhilarating for its own sake, for both of them, in a way Conrad had never expected.

When he rides, when Yozak-Kouma puts all his strength of body and will in Conrad's hands and submits to his control, it seems as if they could not possibly be any more intimate than they already are, horse and rider connected through touch and with the deepest, wordless level of understanding two creatures could have.

But if he wants that, he has to forgo the grooming beforehand. There have been times when the mere act of placing the harness on Yozak's naked body was almost too arousing a task to finish, when watching and feeling Yozak submit to each piece was so erotic that all he could do was pull him down on hands and knees and take him as fast and hard as they both wanted. There were times when Yozak wanted it as much as he did and started nuzzling him, prancing in place even if he was cross-tethered, flexing muscles and bucking his tight ass at Conrad, and generally making his own state of arousal too obvious to ignore.

This time, determined to take advantage of the long summer evening, Conrad managed to curb Yozak's arousal and his own enough to saddle him up before they both lost control. It was worth the ride to make them both wait, but once the grooming begins, they aren't going to be able to wait much longer.

At first, it's the simple pleasure of soothing tired muscles after the ride; a way to reward his mount with the sensual pleasure of being brushed, and, of course, to make sure he's not bruised or chafed from the harness. But as he caresses every inch of skin and quivering muscle with the brush and with his hands, Conrad becomes even more aware of what Yozak offers him every time they do this. Kouma, his own beautiful stallion, willful and mischievous at times but ultimately always at his command - giving not only the strength of his body over to Conrad's completely control, but his heart and will as well.

With every stroke the grooming becomes more sensual as he grows even more aware of Yozak's body - the solid feel of it, the scent of his exertion mingled with that of the leather harness, the gradual deepening of his breaths as he relaxes, and the way he leans unconsciously into Conrad's touch.

Except for the leather bands on Yozak-Kouma's arms and the bridle, there is nothing to hide him from view, so Conrad is free to admire as much as he wishes - including the impressive erection curving against a muscular thigh. Yozak-Kouma can't watch him in the same way, and can't see how strong his own arousal is growing under his riding uniform. He finds he has to exert a fair amount of patience on his own part when he's more than ready to acknowledge their perfectly human desire for each other, and finds his skittish mount unwilling to comply.

Of course, it takes him hardly more than a second to understand what Yozak-Kouma is trying to tell him, what he actually wants. He knows, a minute later when he hears the guttural, human groan, that he's just made Yozak wait a little too long this time.

All this strength and power being given to him to control - so much trust. Conrad's never sure he deserves that much, from Yozak or from anyone, but he can hardly refuse the offer of it. Especially not like this.

He lets the reins fall along the rippling back and shoulders, and caresses the bare skin of Yozak-Kouma's back, warmed and smoothed from the brushing, flushed with prior exertion and now with a different kind of inner fire. When he runs his palms over the sweet curve of hard-muscled ass, Yozak-Kouma twists and rises under his hands, pressing back against him. Bobbing his head, making the bridle rings jingle, he snorts eagerly.

With one hand Conrad continues to caress him there, both to calm and to tease; with the other he unfastens his trousers and lets his own erection spring out toward the offered backside. He knows he's got his mount so relaxed and so excited that he hardly needs the oil he left within reach - and if Yozak could speak he'd probably tell him not to bother, as he usually does - but he coats himself with a little of it anyway.

Then positions himself, bracing his legs and shifting closer, and Yozak-Kouma freezes, waiting, until he lifts the reins again. Wraps one arm around Yozak's hip and jerks back on the reins with the other, and plunges in, and Yozak thrusts back to meet him with howl of pure lust around the bit in his mouth.

Conrad's vision goes white for a second, and then they're rocking, slamming together, Yozak twisting back and driving him so deep he can hardly breathe. He's holding onto Yozak to keep him on his feet and being held up by his strength all at once. The bridle jingles, Yozak grunts and snorts through his nose with every thrust. Conrad growls low in his throat.

It's rough and hard, and it would be over too soon if he didn't force himself to hold back and to pull hard on the reins when Yozak's thrusts start to come on too fast. The mere sight of Yozak's arched back, gleaming with sweat and rippling muscles, with his head thrown back as he strains at the bit and his hair streaming over his shoulders, is almost enough to take Conrad over the edge.

He forces them both to slow down, exerting all his control, a rider bringing a galloping war horse to a walk - prancing and shuddering under him, Yozak-Kouma complies to his command to slow down, but the sound that comes out of his bridled mouth is half whinny and half pure human frustration.

"I know," Conrad says, hearing his voice ragged and breathless. He loosens the reins in one hand and caresses one quivering flank with the other. "I know..."

They're still rocking together, just as deep but more slowly now. He notices the muscular thighs beneath his are trembling; fatigue is setting in at last, less from the long ride and more from the strain of holding back. But Yozak-Kouma settles down and waits for him anyway. All that strength under his control, he thinks breathlessly; all that trust.

"Kouma," he says, lifting the reins again. "Yozak..." he grits out through his teeth as he leans forward.

Conrad flicks the reins and thrusts, and the rhythm builds up again fast but steady, galloping toward the end. Knowing they're nearly there, Conrad reaches around Yozak with his free hand, and is rewarded with a frantic buck and a shuddering groan when his hand closes around Yozak's cock. That's probably not necessary either, in fact it's a wonder that Yozak hasn't spent himself already without even being touched, but Conrad's glad of it. He wants to feel the pulse of his stallion's release in his hand at the same time his own climax rips through him a few seconds later.

~~

A little while later, after Conrad has - finally - gotten the bit out of Yozak-Kouma's mouth and the bonds off his wrists and ankles, he pulls Yozak down with him onto the bed. His no-longer-speechless stallion is still quiet, and still inclined to nuzzle into his shoulder, but his satisfied sigh is completely human - distinctively Yozak.

Yuzak rubs against Conrad's body, slides a hand inside his shirt and leaves it there while he snuggles closer. Conrad left his trousers and jacket beside the bed along with the discarded bridle; the shirt is the only article of clothing left on either of them, but apparently Yozak feels the need to get past that small obstacle as well.

"Were we really gone for an hour?" Yozak wonders. "Didn't seem like it."

Conrad wasn't really keeping track either, but it was as long a ride as he's ever taken on Koumo's back.

"Should've run for home like any other horse," Yozak replies. "If I'd known it was going to be that good at the end, I would've."

"If you'd galloped all the way home, you would've been too worn out to do anything when we got here," Conrad points out.

"It takes a lot to wear me out," Yozak says.

"We'll go for a longer ride next time then," Conrad suggests. "I wouldn't mind. I like riding you long and hard..."

"Hm," Yozak says, pulling back and quirking up and eyebrow. "Are we talking about the same thing now or not?"

Conrad laughs quietly. "I enjoy riding you, Yozak... either way."

"Yeah," Yozak agrees. "I like it too."

Pleasantly tired and perfectly satisfied, Conrad slides his legs alongside Yozak's and settles in with his arms around broad shoulders, and closes his eyes.

The silence doesn't last for long.

"I bet I could go even further pulling a cart," Yozak muses aloud.

"A cart?" Conrad doesn't think for a second that he's joking.

"Sure... a two wheeler maybe? I bet I could rig up a harness for one, easy..."

He warms to the subject, and pretty soon he's speculating in detail about the design of the cart and where he can get material for it. Conrad listens for a while, until he realizes Yozak's not about to wind down anytime soon. It's true; it does take a lot to wear him out.

But there is one more sure fire way to get him to stop talking. Conrad rolls over and pushes him onto his back, grabs a fistfull of auburn hair and pulls Yozak's head up.

"Ooops," Yozak says, blue eyes twinkling as Conrad leans down over him. "Was I talking too much again?"

Conrad doesn't answer that; this time, he just shuts Yozak's talkative mouth up with his own.


~ the end ~

Note: I did a lot of online research on Pony Play over the past few days so I could do this kink justice, and I learned that there are many different sides to it so I tried to fit several of them into this story. Hope I didn't fail too badly.

Besides the information on La Dresseuse Maureen, other inspirations/sources of info were the websites for human ponies "Rogue Pony and Dakota Kai" and "Silver Sparks" who made me see that it's not all about humiliation, kinky sex and bondage, and the antics of "Danny the Wonderpony" on Youtube, who proves that a human pony can carry a fairly large person on his back as long as he's got the right saddle!