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Submitted On Jan20/09 Hits 1847 Summary:
Ashley the ponyboi in an akward predicament.
Ashley is copyright Strider-Orion.
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Reining In Ashley
By first impressions, most would be fooled by the feminine appeal of a certain horse. His name was Ashley, and he was the only stallion who ever looked like he belonged on the receiving end of a teasing board at the stud. I, his buyer, his master, too, was intrigued by this marish facade. Nevertheless, the illusion was only more enriching as I came to cherish the perfection of that flesh; desired it in its simplicity.
Ashley was mine. Mine forevermore, his smooth bronzed hide like silken gold, too magnificent for just any fool to touch, a statue of flesh no mortal could emulate within any sufficient margin of beauty. I took pleasure in touching Ashley's body, in his female vestments, in his lovely kind green long-lashed eyes. His clothes piqued my delight with great unyielding passion.
The lithe little stallion-mare had the look of grace, of elegance, of lust unbridled. His hair was worn in an overly filly-like style, long locks down his poll, barely concealing a whit...
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