Scorpio'sWill2Power
08-13-2006, 10:41 AM
This is for all the boys ands girl who ever dreamed of having a pony
of their very own.
A special dedication to all the little girls who grew up and
found that being a pony was even more fun and how best to
serve themselves and a loving Master.
Dream with me for a moment, perhaps relive a fond memory.
Close your eyes and see yourself laying amid the hay in a
warm dry stable. Cozy upon your orchid velour blanket you
slumber, legs drawn up to your breasts in this fetal birth position.
In a sense you are awaiting birth, this becoming you've dreamed
of those many nights when you awoke to feel the dampness
between your thighs. Awoke restless and even a tiny bit fearful as
you still smell the leather harness warmed by the sun as it molds
to your body.
The lingering taste of the bit upon your tongue, still hearing
the delicate tinkling of bells clamped to your hardened nipples
that ache and burn to be kissed and suckled by your Master.
Awake little one, open your eyes and see your rebirth.
I know you hear my footsteps, my boots trod heavy against the
packed earthen floor.
Minute red twisters of dust swirling about the black boots as
I open the door to your stall. Open the door to this dream
you've shed tears for and clasp your heart with such
and ache. I come bearing your breakfast to nourish and strengthen
you for the long training ahead.
Large silver bowls held by strong hands, hands that touch to
groom you, to discipline, to train you to become what until now you
have only dreamed.
I've brought your favorites today my sweet mare, cold crisp apple
juice and crushed granola filled with honey and oats and dried fruits
to make you smile and tempt your palette.
Awake now and hungry you kneel to nourish yourself, hands
stretching out before you as they brush the warm straw.
I watch as you move between the bowls, your face hovering over
one then the other as you lap the juice and scoop up the granola
to chew and swallow.
As you move back and forth between them I use your brush to
comb and untangle the flowing mane of your hair. Raking out the
tiny stalks of straw twisted amid the silken strands. I love your
morning scent, the way your hair glistens with its natural oil to cast
a radiant sheen.
When I see you this way, breathe deeply of the warm scent of
your slumber and the dampness gathered between your folds I hunger
for you. The thought alone of inserting your tapered red anal plug
with the attached mane inside you stiffens my cock and my blood
begins to race with every vein in my body.
Seeing you with reigns encircling your face, the bit planted between
your teeth and lifting your tail mane to penetrate you. My prick
engorged and pulsing as it nears your inviting mate hole.
I grip the tail and lift it up so it won't hinder my access to this
glorious recess of yours. This sexual well that weeps it's crystalline
tears to feel me deep and snug inside.
You whine and sigh as the mane brushes over the firm globes of
your ass. You hike your rear to me, inviting me to take what is mine.
Can you feel me nestle my cock tip between the now sodden lips,
how swollen they've become?
The feel of each turgid inch splitting those puffy slopes as it snakes
its way within you. Pulling the reigns ever tighter as I slam my
hips against your ass and I press you down to force the very
breath from your lungs.
Back up to me my sweet mare, offer your sexing hole to me so
that I might seed you properly. Breed you and break you of your
stubbornness, your vanity and pride.
I shall bring the true nature of your hidden beast forth.
No beast of burden but one I fully accept with heart
and soul to nurture and cherish.
Whip the tears from your eyes when you have wronged
yourself or my teachings yet soothe and heal with
a blessed hand in equal measure.
I shall seed you with my love and devotion to bring you full circle,
to have you evolve and become what you were always meant to
be---------MINE!!!
Can you see it, can you feel it, can you smell it, hear it, taste it.
I CAN!!!
:mountie: :mountie: :mountie: :mountie:
"Dig A Pony"~The Beatles
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, dig a pony
Well you can celebrate anything you want
Yes, you can celebrate anything you want
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, do a roadhog
Well you can penetrate any place you go
Yes, you can penetrate any place you go
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, pick a moondog
Well you can radiate everything you are
Yes, you can radiate everything you are
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, roll a stoney
Well you can imitate everyone you know
Yes, you can imitate everyone you know
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, feel the wind blow
Well you can indicate everything you see
Yes, you can indicate everything you see
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, cold and lonely
Well you can syndicate any boat you row
Yes, you can syndicate any boat you row
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because
of their very own.
A special dedication to all the little girls who grew up and
found that being a pony was even more fun and how best to
serve themselves and a loving Master.
Dream with me for a moment, perhaps relive a fond memory.
Close your eyes and see yourself laying amid the hay in a
warm dry stable. Cozy upon your orchid velour blanket you
slumber, legs drawn up to your breasts in this fetal birth position.
In a sense you are awaiting birth, this becoming you've dreamed
of those many nights when you awoke to feel the dampness
between your thighs. Awoke restless and even a tiny bit fearful as
you still smell the leather harness warmed by the sun as it molds
to your body.
The lingering taste of the bit upon your tongue, still hearing
the delicate tinkling of bells clamped to your hardened nipples
that ache and burn to be kissed and suckled by your Master.
Awake little one, open your eyes and see your rebirth.
I know you hear my footsteps, my boots trod heavy against the
packed earthen floor.
Minute red twisters of dust swirling about the black boots as
I open the door to your stall. Open the door to this dream
you've shed tears for and clasp your heart with such
and ache. I come bearing your breakfast to nourish and strengthen
you for the long training ahead.
Large silver bowls held by strong hands, hands that touch to
groom you, to discipline, to train you to become what until now you
have only dreamed.
I've brought your favorites today my sweet mare, cold crisp apple
juice and crushed granola filled with honey and oats and dried fruits
to make you smile and tempt your palette.
Awake now and hungry you kneel to nourish yourself, hands
stretching out before you as they brush the warm straw.
I watch as you move between the bowls, your face hovering over
one then the other as you lap the juice and scoop up the granola
to chew and swallow.
As you move back and forth between them I use your brush to
comb and untangle the flowing mane of your hair. Raking out the
tiny stalks of straw twisted amid the silken strands. I love your
morning scent, the way your hair glistens with its natural oil to cast
a radiant sheen.
When I see you this way, breathe deeply of the warm scent of
your slumber and the dampness gathered between your folds I hunger
for you. The thought alone of inserting your tapered red anal plug
with the attached mane inside you stiffens my cock and my blood
begins to race with every vein in my body.
Seeing you with reigns encircling your face, the bit planted between
your teeth and lifting your tail mane to penetrate you. My prick
engorged and pulsing as it nears your inviting mate hole.
I grip the tail and lift it up so it won't hinder my access to this
glorious recess of yours. This sexual well that weeps it's crystalline
tears to feel me deep and snug inside.
You whine and sigh as the mane brushes over the firm globes of
your ass. You hike your rear to me, inviting me to take what is mine.
Can you feel me nestle my cock tip between the now sodden lips,
how swollen they've become?
The feel of each turgid inch splitting those puffy slopes as it snakes
its way within you. Pulling the reigns ever tighter as I slam my
hips against your ass and I press you down to force the very
breath from your lungs.
Back up to me my sweet mare, offer your sexing hole to me so
that I might seed you properly. Breed you and break you of your
stubbornness, your vanity and pride.
I shall bring the true nature of your hidden beast forth.
No beast of burden but one I fully accept with heart
and soul to nurture and cherish.
Whip the tears from your eyes when you have wronged
yourself or my teachings yet soothe and heal with
a blessed hand in equal measure.
I shall seed you with my love and devotion to bring you full circle,
to have you evolve and become what you were always meant to
be---------MINE!!!
Can you see it, can you feel it, can you smell it, hear it, taste it.
I CAN!!!
:mountie: :mountie: :mountie: :mountie:
"Dig A Pony"~The Beatles
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, dig a pony
Well you can celebrate anything you want
Yes, you can celebrate anything you want
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, do a roadhog
Well you can penetrate any place you go
Yes, you can penetrate any place you go
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, pick a moondog
Well you can radiate everything you are
Yes, you can radiate everything you are
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, roll a stoney
Well you can imitate everyone you know
Yes, you can imitate everyone you know
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, feel the wind blow
Well you can indicate everything you see
Yes, you can indicate everything you see
Ooh
I hi hi hi hi hi hi, cold and lonely
Well you can syndicate any boat you row
Yes, you can syndicate any boat you row
I told you so
All I want is you
Everything has got to be
just like you want it to
Because