Depravity

Shuichi sat next to his Master and tried very hard not to fidget too much. His bit had been removed so he could eat the small treats offered to him. Time was slipping away quickly, and any nervous energy had been replaced with excitement. He couldn’t wait to get out of his paddock and into the ring.

Cart and riding Ponies generally weren’t as beautiful as show Ponies. They worked for their Masters and Mistresses, and most focused on strength rather than grace and beauty. Despite that, they were still quite a sight to behold.

Some riding Ponies wore large leather saddles on their backs, the stirrups swinging around their waists. They would crawl on their hands and knees with a rider on their back. Other riding Ponies carried their Master or Mistress on their shoulders, running on two legs.

Eiri and Shuichi watched as the Ponies were put through the races. The cart Ponies went first, and were tested on speed and strength when pulling a heavy cart behind them. The males raced separate of the females, and winners in each category were eventually awarded their prizes.

The singer wanted to make sure his muscles were warmed up and ready for the competition, so he spent some of their time waiting trotting around the paddock. Eiri loved to watch his Pretty Boy move. He was skilled in the heelless boots, able to maneuver down narrow walkways and through obstacle courses with little difficulty.

Occasionally, the erotic equine nuzzled against his Master’s pockets and palms, requesting a treat as reward for his good behavior. Eiri finished feeding him the apple he had, and returned to the indoor stall to refill his pockets.

This time, instead of picking out a piece of fruit, he grabbed a small bag of rice cakes. He had to be careful not to overfeed Shuichi fruits or foods that might be too high in sugar, or that might cause an upset stomach. Amazingly enough, the singer actually liked the crackly disks of flavorless puffed air, so they made a perfect treat.

Besides being an auditory person, Shuichi was also very tactile. When he couldn’t experience life through his ears or his voice, his small hands would reach out to touch. The novelist figured the rice cakes fed both his base domains, being loud when crunched and having an almost explosive texture as well.

He tossed one in the air, which the Pony easily caught with his mouth. Even though Shuichi’s hands weren’t bound, he knew to keep them behind his back at all times. Eiri was pleased at how well disciplined his sub was.

The cart Ponies had finished their races, and it was now time for the riding Ponies to enter the gates. The jockeys mounted their steeds and maneuvered them into starting position, upright runners first.

Shuichi and Eiri watched as the Ponies burst forward and ran the track, struggling to keep their balance while not dropping their Master or Mistress. Some ran in heelless Pony boots, but most wore flat Pony shoes or went barefoot.

Imagining himself as a riding Pony, Shuichi started laughing quietly. He could never carry Eiri on his back, let alone run with him. He knew that the moment his Master sat on his shoulders or back, he’d go down to the ground.

The riding Ponies were put through their trials much faster, as there wasn’t time taken up by attaching large carts to their backs. After the races were finished, the cart and riding winners were called to stand in front of the bleachers as they were given their awards. The Ponies had large flower necklaces placed around their necks, each with a ribbon pinned to it. The ribbons were marked Win, Place or Show (First, Second or Third). The Masters and Mistresses were handed trophies.

The figures on the tops of the Dominants’ awards were too far away for Shuichi to see clearly, but it looked like they were gold figures of human Ponies either pulling a cart or supporting a jockey. He wondered what the show Pony trophies looked like.

After all the awards were given out, Mistress Tenshi announced there would be a fifteen minute intermission. Upon everyone’s return, the final games would begin.

That was Eiri and Shuichi’s notice to get ready. Leading his Pony back inside the stall, Eiri brushed the pink locks out one more time and rubbed his body down again, bringing a beautiful glow to his skin. This time, the cloth he used was coated with sunscreen as well. The last thing he wanted was to chance a sun-burnt Shuichi.

“Are you ready for this Pretty Boy?” Shuichi shook his head yes and whinnied happily, eyes bright and tail swinging. Eiri leaned in and kissed him before hooking the bit back into his mouth. The reigns were then snapped into the rings on the side of the bit, and drawn down through hoops in Shuichi’s wrist cuffs. Dotting kisses on his Pony’s neck, Eiri finished preparing him by latching his cuffs together.

The reigns were now on him in show readiness – hooked to the bit, down through the cuffs and then into Eiri’s hands. The final step was to re-arouse Pretty Boy. Smiling with an evil glint in his eyes, the Dom decided to get Shuichi hard without laying a hand on him.

He stood back and rubbed his palm over the front of his pants, laughing to himself as Shuichi’s eyes grew wide and hazy with lust. He opened his pants and exposed himself to the Pony’s scrutiny.

Shuichi loved and hated ever moment of this. Watching Eiri pleasure himself was one of the singer’s favorite fantasies. The problem was that his hands were restrained, and there was no friction on his cock. Knowing he was completely at his Master’s mercy, Shuichi had no choice but to relax and enjoy the show.

Eiri held himself with his left hand, and swiped up a drop of pre-cum with the fingers of his right hand. Shuichi watched as his Dom brought his hand up to his own lips and licked the pearly droplet away. The Pony moaned loudly as he watched his Master play, his cock now fully hard and swollen.

The novelist had one last idea for an incentive for his Pretty Boy. He stroked himself hard and fast the way he liked it, until he coaxed a few more drops to the tip. This time, instead of licking it from his own fingers, he instructed Shuichi to kneel down. Eiri then rubbed the head of his cock over his lover’s lips and around the bit, coating him with his pre-cum.

“Don’t lick that off right now. Leave it on, and during the contest, if you feel your cock starting to soften, taste a little bit of it. Lick just a small amount off. When you do, let it remind you that afterwards you’ll taste more. Afterwards, I’ll slide my cock in and out of your mouth.” Eiri continued rubbing the slit against Shuichi’s lips, coating him and making his mouth shine. “Afterwards, I’ll put the tip of my cock on your tongue and cum all over it.”

Shuichi shivered and snuck just the very tip of his tongue out under the bit. Eiri’s cock brushed against it and the Pony’s entire mouth was filled with his lover’s taste. It was utterly intoxicating, and his cock throbbed in response.

Instructing the singer to stand, Eiri picked up his crop and led them to the front of the stall. He tucked his cock back into his pants before leading his Pony outside. When they opened the gates, the middle of the stable was filled with groomers, trainers, Masters/Mistresses and Ponies making their way back from the first competitions, or heading out to participate in the dressage contest.

Shuichi chewed and gnawed on his bit, so Eiri ran his hand down Shuichi’s back to ground him a little. Leaning in, he whispered in his sub’s ear, “Show time, Pretty Boy. Let’s show everyone out there what I already know about you; that you are a perfect Show Pony.” Finishing off his pep-talk with a kiss on the cheek, Eiri watched as his sub stomped his hoof in agreement and tossed his head in the air.

Many eyes fell on them as they made their way to the stable exit. Several other show Ponies had already lined up and were awaiting further instructions. One of the groomers approached and sent out a call for the rest of the show Ponies to make their way to the line immediately.

Within a few minutes, there were eight beautifully groomed human equines standing proud beside their Trainer or Master. The Head Groomer had a silver chalice which contained small golden tags engraved with a number. Each Master reached into the chalice and pulled a tag, the number indicating their position in line and the order in which they would compete.

Pretty Boy paid no attention to any of this. He had finally allowed himself to slip completely into Pony-space, blocking out everything around him except for his beloved Master and the task he was set to complete. To him, it felt like he had become a treasured creature. All his needs, desires, anything he could ever possibly want would be taken care of by his Master. He had no worries, and his only responsibility was to Eiri. As long as he existed purely for his Master’s pleasure, he knew his Master would exist purely for his well being.

It meant that he had absolute trust in Eiri. The Dom could do anything he wanted to his Pony, and Pretty Boy would welcome it.

Eiri saw the far-away look in his Pony’s eyes and was pleased. This was exactly where Shuichi needed to be in order to successfully compete in the Dressage Contest. It was a heady experience, to know that he held the physical and mental well-being of another person in his hand. Shuichi’s show of trust in him was utterly complete, and it filled the Dom with a sense of power that was nearly god-like. While in this mind-state, his sub’s entire existence depended on him and him alone.

He saw that his sub was a little chilled by the air conditioning inside the stable, so he briskly rubbed the Pony’s skin, warming him slightly. Pretty Boy huffed in appreciation and nuzzled against Eiri’s neck.

The Head Groomer called out, “Line up in order of your appearance!” Eiri had drawn the number three and took his place behind the first and second competitors. He was a little surprised by what he saw around him.

The novelist found the variety of Pony gear amazing. One of the Pony girls in line with them wore very little; just a small corset, bit, reigns and tail. She was going out barefoot. Behind her was a submissive dressed in latex from head to toe. Eiri couldn’t tell if it was male or female, the costume was so complete.

He wondered how that Pony expected to be judged, as focus wasn’t placed as much on gear as it was on grace, beauty, agility and discipline. This sub was forced to stay bent over so both their feet and hands were to the ground. It was a form of Pony play that was much too extreme for the novelist and the singer.

Some Ponies wore large headpieces made up of feathers. Eiri had considered purchasing a show piece like that for his Pretty Boy, but decided against it. He felt that Shuichi carried his own beauty and didn’t need to accentuate it with such garish displays. After all, his pink hair was garish enough.

Pretty Boy’s body was in constant motion. He shuffled from hoof to hoof and chewed his bit nosily while waiting to get into the ring. Eiri tried to keep one hand on his Pony’s body at all times, making sure to keep the sub’s attentions focused. He didn’t want to have to use the blinders if he could avoid it.

Shuichi stood to Eiri’s right side hopping gently on his hooves. When he heard the fanfare sound in the Dressage ring, he stomped and neighed in excitement, smiling around the bit. The other Ponies were feeling the same way and added to the noise.

The line started moving forward and Shuichi immediately fell into a low Pony step, bringing each knee up to the height of his groin or just below. While this was acceptable for most kinds of Pony games, Shuichi was competing today and needed to demonstrate his high step.

Eiri watched as a knee was raised and lashed out quickly with the crop, snapping it against his Pony’s thigh. He drew Pretty Boy’s attention, and with the next step he wordlessly conveyed his instructions. Placing the tip of the crop under the Pony’s knee, he pressed up until Shuichi high stepped. Immediately, Pretty Boy knew what was expected of him. Each subsequent step was a full high step, raising his knees to the level of his waist. It was a stunningly beautiful way to walk, especially since his legs were encased in skin-tight leather boots, and his Master was pleased.

They had fallen slightly behind while correcting the Pony’s step, so Eiri snapped the reigns softly encouraging his Pretty Boy to speed up. Catching up quickly, they exited the stables and were led into the main dressage ring.

While everyone in attendance enjoyed the cart and riding Pony games, there was a certain electricity in the air caused by the presentation of the show Ponies. All eight of them were truly magnificent, and gave off an air of arrogance and self-confidence that all could sense. You couldn’t be a shy show Pony if you ever wanted to compete.

Each team of Pony and Master/Trainer were called forward to be introduced, and in typical Pony-show fashion, where then trotted around the ring. Eiri ran behind Pretty Boy as they circled the small ring, occasionally flicking his sub with the crop. They had worked out a series of silent commands during the past few weeks of training so that the Dom wouldn’t be forced to speak out loud while in the ring, other than when they showed off his special talent. Depending on where the crop landed or how the reigns were tugged, Shuichi knew exactly what was expected of him.

All eight Ponies made the circuit and were brought to the front of the ring once again. Then one by one, their Master brought them out to the center and began their practiced routine.

Pretty Boy had very little interest in the other Ponies. His headspace was so complete that he had forgotten the black ribbon around his cock until he felt himself start to soften slightly. Up until then, his cock had been bouncing in the air as he trotted.

Shuichi’s tongue darted out to lick a tiny bit of the cum from his lips and he felt an immediate rush of blood to his groin. It renewed his arousal and he refocused his attention on his Master. They were coming closer and closer to his performance, and Shuichi was starting to feel nervous again.

Eiri pulled a small brush from his pocket and preened his Pretty Boy one last time before they were called to compete. He had just enough time to whisper a few more words of encouragement when Mistress Tenshi called them to the center of the ring.

Pretty Boy high-stepped out in front of Eiri proudly, raising each knee high and holding his head up in the air. He really was beautiful, but Eiri could see a couple of small things that they would need to work on for the next competition.

The singer’s biggest difficulty related back to his boots. While indoors, they had always removed the metal horseshoes to buffer the noise down a bit. Now that the horseshoes were back in place, Shuichi wasn’t as graceful as normal. It wasn’t a major difference, but enough that Eiri noticed it, and he was sure it would be a small mark against his Boy.

They’d have to find a way to practice outdoors in a more natural setting, while not arousing suspicion or calling forth the paparazzi with their bondage clothing. The novelist filed this away for later thought.

The other problems were so small as to be of nuisance to no one but Eiri. Shuichi’s arms weren’t being held back far enough for his liking, so he tapped his Boy with the crop and corrected it. They walked and showed off his beauty for a few more seconds before moving on to the next part of Pretty Boy’s routine.

There were several cavalletti set up in the ring. [1] Cavalletti were low timber jumps that the Ponies used to demonstrate their grace. Eiri unhooked Pretty Boy’s reigns and draped them over the fence. He then tapped his Pony’s flank with the crop, indicating it was time to run the course.

Eiri pointed to the first cavalletti and they took up their positions next to each other, Shuichi on the outside. With a low grunt, Eiri signaled their start, and they both began running to the first cavalletti. Eiri tapped Shuichi’s back encouraging him to run faster. It was at the expense of the pony step, but right now his agility, discipline and grace were being tested.

Pretty Boy jumped the first hurdle without a problem, clearing it beautifully. Directing him to the second and then third, Eiri smiled as he watched his Pony perform perfectly. Once Shuichi had enough speed, the unfamiliar terrain no longer affected him.

They made their way through the short course flawlessly and returned to the front of the ring. The audience applauded them and waited for the next demonstration.

Once there was silence, Eiri began by calling out a series of display moves that Shuichi was required to perform. All ponies had to demonstrate a basic understanding of these moves before they could go on to the next part of the competition. The first was show.

Pretty Boy knelt down gracefully, placing one foot forward, and waited for the release command. Once it was given, he stood up and held himself still, waiting for Eiri’s next command.

“Piaffe,” Eiri called out. Shuichi began to trot in place, high stepping with each leg. The object of this exercise was to demonstrate the Pony’s mastery of balance. While he didn’t trip or break stride, he wasn’t as graceful as he should have been. Eiri made a mental note to practice this movement further.

Pretty Boy was commanded to stop. The piaffe had winded him a little, and he worked to control his breathing. He and Eiri met eyes, and he was immediately washed over with warmth and love. His Master conveyed emotions silently to his Pony, making sure that Shuichi knew he was both pleased and proud of him.

Once his breathing had leveled out, Eiri called out the next command, Side Pass Right. Passing one foot over the other, Shuichi walked sideways to the right until the command was countered with Side Pass Left.

As he moved, he licked a little more of the cum from his lips, once again filling his mouth with the taste of his Master. The singer felt the cool breeze blowing through his hair and the sun warming his skin, and he realized he had never felt happier. He was finally performing for Eiri. His very existence seemed to hang on his Dominant. What he did today would either make his lover proud or disappoint him. It was a wild combination of both utter submission and power.

The stop command was given, and they had only two moves left to demonstrate. The first required that a lead rope be attached to the bit. The lead rope was different from his reigns, and was not threaded through his cuffs. Once attached, Shuichi was instructed to lunge, which required him to run around Eiri in a perfect circle. The rope indicated how far out Shuichi was to go, and his gait was watched for form and beauty. They had been working on a variation on lungeing called volteing, which required Shuichi to tighten his circle around Eiri to a much smaller diameter.

The judges were impressed with their improvisation, and applauded their perfect execution of the moves.

The final demonstration was a bow. Shuichi stood still facing the crowd and Eiri placed the tip of his crop to his Pony’s chest. It was run up the chest, neck and face until it came to rest on Pretty Boy’s forehead. Eiri then began to drop the crop down slowly, and his Pony was required to keep his forehead touching it at all times, forcing him into a bow.

Eiri moved the crop lower and lower until Shuichi was nearly bent in half. In theory, this was not a difficult move to do. In practice, with both Pony boots and writscuffs on, it was extremely hard. The sub’s legs shook slightly as he bowed, and Eiri cut it off before he caused his Pony to fall to the ground.

Once he stood straight again, the crowd burst into applause. They had already seen two other Pony/Master teams perform these difficult moves, but were truly impressed with Shuichi’s near mastery of them. Eiri then reached out to Shuichi to prepare him for the final trial.

While they had been practicing their demonstrative moves, some of the Pony-hands were rearranging the obstacle course behind them into a purely random patter. Eiri had requested this be done when he entered the contest, as he didn’t want Shuichi to know or even see the path he would walk. Their final trial was one of discipline and trust.

The blinders were pulled around Pretty Boy’s head and moved into place, not simply restricting his vision, but blocking it out completely. Shuichi was totally blind, and had to rely on his Master for each step taken. As Eiri closed the blinders over his sub’s face, he saw Pretty Boy’s tongue sneak out for another lick at his lips.

“Good job Pretty Boy – you’re almost done.” Eiri’s voice was low and husky, and reinforced the pleasure coursing through his sub’s body. Shuichi neighed and tossed his head, very happy to know he was satisfying his master.

Stepping back away from his Boy, Eiri used vocal commands only to navigate Shuichi through the course. Every normal movement was preceeded by a noise. A single step was indicated by 'hup'. To get his Pony to extend his step, such as to move over a low cavalletti, Eiri would hold the noise, ‘huuuuup,’ until Shuichi was to lower his hoof.

Every right and left turn had their own sound, and jumps were split into two categories; low jumps and high jumps. Shuichi strained to hear the sounds his Dom made, anxious to run the course perfectly. After a few moments, he came to a portion of the course that was extremely difficult, signaled by a special sound he had been trained to recognize. Slowing down, Pretty Boy awaited his next instruction.

The vocal cue told him to raise his foot and step forward carefully. When he finally brought it down, he made contact about ten inches off the ground. Immediately, the singer recognized this as a balance beam.

Eiri slowly and carefully led Pretty Boy across the beam. For his part, Shuichi did very well. There was one tense moment when he began loose his balance, but the Pony calmly righted himself and didn’t fall. The audience let out a collective sigh.

Once Shuichi cleared the final obstacle, Eiri directed him back to his side and removed the blinders. They were applauded and Hiro’s cries of congratulations could be heard over the din. Shuichi licked a little more cum from his lips, relishing the taste. Both he and his Master bowed to the audience before stepping out of the dressage ring to the waiting paddock. There were five more ponies to go before they’d know how he would score.

One of the ponies, the one in latex from head to toe, tripped and fell while running the cavalletti course, landing flat on his face. The audience gasped and waited to see if he was badly injured. When his Trainer helped him to stand, his injuries became apparent. He had either badly sprained or possibly broken his left leg, and had to be carried off the course.

Injuries like that were common amongst show ponies. Shuichi watched in horror, dreading that something like that could happen to him. He wasn’t sure what scared him more – the possible injury, or K’s explosive temper should it ever happen to him.

The remaining Ponies ran the course and performed their tricks. When everyone had finished, Mistress Tenshi called them back into the ring for the award presentation.

Honorable Mention went to a small Ponygirl with a large feather plume on her head and her Master. She was very beautiful, but not very graceful. Given a few more months of practice, she had a good chance to move up in the ranks.

Third place went to another Ponygirl and her Mistress. A large flower lei was draped around her neck and her Mistress was handed a trophy. They stood off to the side to await the second and first place winners.

Mistress Tenshi smiled as she called the name of the Pony/Master team that won second place. “Pretty Boy and Yuki-sama!” Shuichi hadn’t expected to win any place at all, let alone second. He was overwhelmed as the Dominatrix placed his lei around his neck and handed Eiri their trophy. It wasn’t first place, but they were both extremely proud of their awards.

After he got over his initial shock at winning, Pretty Boy couldn’t help but stomp and jump a bit – a small victory dance. Eiri rolled his eyes; he expected nothing less of his sub. After all their years together, he knew Shuichi well enough to predict this would happen. Their audience laughed at the singer’s antics, and once he was done, the Dom led them both to the side.

In first place was a beautiful Ponyboy with large nipple piercings that his harness had been threaded through. Chains also attached his nipple piercings to his bit, so every move created a sharp tug.

He moved with majestic grace and seemed to stand larger than life. Watching him and his Mistress accept their awards, Shuichi knew he’d have a lot of work to do to get ready for the next competition. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a next time, and he set the goal to win first place.

Eiri leaned in and whispered to his sub, “Excellent Pretty Boy! I’m very proud of you! This means that I expect you to try even harder next time though. Next, I want us to add a first place trophy to our collection.” He ruffled Shuichi’s hair and smiled warmly at him. The reigns were reattached to his bit and threaded through his cuffs one last time.

Pretty Boy huffed happily in response and nuzzled against his Master’s neck. The Show Ponies were paraded around the ring again before being released to be returned to their stalls.

Eiri led them into their private stall and began the cool-down his sub needed to go through. They weren’t done scening for the day, so it wasn’t really aftercare, but he did need to bring Shuichi out of pony-space before they could play any further.

Shuichi was high on life. He turned his head to bury his nose in his lei, inhaling the scent from the beautiful flowers. Eiri sat back to watch his little show for a short while, smiling to himself as his sub pranced and trotted around the stall and whinnied loudly. When they made eye contact, Eiri called him over and removed his bit before pointing to the water troth.

Taking the suggestion, Pretty Boy knelt in front of the troth and lapped at the cool water. It felt fantastic on his face, and he took his time drinking his fill. Once done, he stood again and turned to his Master, awaiting his next set of instructions. It was at this point that he remembered the cum on his lips and licked himself greedily. Unfortunately, the water had washed any remnants away, disappointing him greatly.

“What’s wrong Pretty Boy? No more cum on your lips?” Eiri smirked as his Boy nodded yes solemnly. “Well, I did promise you that I’d cum on your tongue. Do you still want me to do that?”

This time, the Pony nodded yes with much eagerness, and his eyes lit up at the prospect of what was to come. “Let’s get you out of this gear first. You’ve earned it.” Eiri walked over to his Boy and released the wrist cuffs and removed the flower lei. “Strip yourself the rest of the way.”

Being told to remove his own gear was a somewhat new experience for Shuichi. Normally, Eiri would strip him down piece by piece. He wondered if he was being tested, but decided to make a little game of it. He’d try stripping in a way that was enticing and arousing for his Master.

The singer began with the blinders, since the bit had already been removed. He walked them over to Eiri who had sat down again, and handed them to his Master. The novelist was pleased and accepted the gear.

After the blinders came his cuffs and then harness, which he slowly stripped down his body to make sure it wouldn’t catch on his tail. Everything was neatly handed to his Master, and the sub then pulled the ribbon tied around his still-hard cock off. He put it between his teeth and presented it to Eiri, who took it with a leer. The look in his eyes made Shuichi shiver.

That left him in nothing but the collar, tail and boots, and Shuichi knew they were Eiri’s favorite pieces of his gear. Getting down on his hands and knees, he crawled over to the blanket that was still lying across the hay and lay down on his back. Eiri was sitting across the stall and had a perfect view of his sub’s body as Shuichi spread and lifted his leather-clad legs into the air.

The tail was revealed; Shuichi had been careful to make sure he wasn’t sitting on the pink locks so it wouldn’t get stuck coming out. Keeping his feet high up, he reached down between his legs and grasped the base of the tail, pulling it part way out.

Eiri couldn’t hold back his moan. His smaller lover’s legs were always long and beautiful, but when wrapped in skin-tight leather they grew even longer. The result was incomparably erotic, and sent pulses of electricity straight to his cock.

Shuichi played with the tail a bit, sliding it out and in a few times until both of them were panting. He loved teasing his Master like this.

“Trying to top me from the bottom, Boy?” Shuichi’s response was to lick his lips, telling his Master exactly what he was trying to do.

Eiri decided this was enough teasing and descended upon his sub’s body, gently pulling the tail from his passage and pressing their bodies together. He hooked his fingers through Shuichi’s collar and pulled his sub up to him, pressing their lips together almost violently.

Eiri kissed him passionately and Shuichi returned the emotions back to his Master with all the power in his heart. They gasped for air as they kissed, neither willing to break apart for too long.

Grinding his hips down into his sub’s body, he spoke against Shuichi’s cool lips. “Tell me what you want Boy. Do you want me to cum on your tongue right here and now, or should I fuck you first, and cum in your mouth when we get back to our room?”

Shuichi entire body arched off the blanket covered hay and he cried out, “Fuck me! Oh please Master, fuck me!”

Eiri leered at him again and answered, “Your wish is my command.” He reached down between them and opened his pants only enough to release his cock. Quickly rubbing in some lube, he took a hold of Shuichi’s hooves and pushed them up into the air over the sub’s head before sinking himself into his lover tight hot sheath.

The singer laced his fingers with Eiri’s, pulling his legs up and open further. It let the Master’s cock penetrate him even deeper, bringing cries to both their lips.

They rocked together, Shuichi using their momentum to thrust his hips up as he was fucked. Eiri looked down at the body writhing beneath him. Shuichi became sexier and sexier to him with every day that passed. He didn’t know if that meant he was falling more in love with his boy, or if it was just a result of their lives together, and he didn’t much care. All that mattered was that this gorgeous man crying his name over and over again was his and no one else's.

The thoughts running through the novelist’s mind were enough to slam him right up against his orgasm. It was rare that he truly lost control, but this turned out to be one of those rare moments. With a loud howl, Eiri came.

Shuichi felt the hot flush move through his body and it triggered his own orgasm. Harmonizing with his lover’s cries, the singer joined Eiri as his orgasm throbbed through his body. They rode out the waves of pleasure until exhaustion gripped them both. Eiri collapsed on top of his sub’s body, and in response, Shuichi wrapped his arms and legs around his Master, drawing them closer together.

They laid like that for a while, snuggling and holding each other close. Once they were both able to move again, Eiri would return them to their rooms for a light lunch. They had plans with Hiro and Suguru at 3pm, and the Dom mused they might be able to fit in another scene before then. Nothing extravagant or long, just a short little game that would earn Shuichi the last point he’d need to reach his special prize.

“Two points, Boy. That’s what you earned at the Dressage contest. Two points, because you came in second place. Well done. That totals 29 points. Only one to go.”

Shuichi was completely exhausted, his adrenaline high finally leaving him. He didn’t even have enough energy to manage more than a grunt in response before sleep overtook him.

He was completely out cold. Eiri smiled down at him and stood up, retrieving one more blanket to place over his sleeping sub. While Shuichi snored lightly, the novelist collected and cleaned their gear. Not even removing Shuichi’s boots woke his sub, so Eiri let him sleep a little longer. They still had some more time, and a short nap now would re-energize the sub for later.

And anyway, those tufts of pink hair peeking out over the blanket were quite adorable. Eiri couldn’t bring himself to disturb their owner just yet.

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Hiro and Suguru were completely impressed. The games were an amazing experience for them both. After everything finished, they made their way to the stables to congratulation their friends on their amazing win.

Hiro stood before their door and raised his hand to knock. As his hand descended, he suddenly pulled up short. Listening closely, he clearly heard his best friend crying out to his Master in ecstasy. Eiri answered all the cries with moans of his own, their voices bringing blushes to everyone walking by.

Quietly, Hiro and Suguru snuck away from the stall. They were going to meet up at 3pm for a mentoring session, and the boys decided to congratulate their friends then. It turned out to be a good choice.


TBC….

A/N:
[1] Cavelletti (Completely worksafe – an actual horse is shown jumping them)
http://www.cavalletti.com.au/rembapark/images/rp_fibs1.jpg