Andy and His Zim
Andy headed to their quarters, reaching into one stable or another, stroking the fine ponies as he passed. “Goodnight, Pretties. Tomorrow we’ll be around early, new riders coming to choose mounts.”
He locked the stable door, chuckling at the whinnies, the stamping feet. His partner, his soulmate, his Bear, was coming from the kennels, filthy and sweating, huge bulk filling the hallway, dark eyes shimmering with happiness.
“Andy.”
“Hey, Bear. How’re the puppies?”
Bear grinned wide, chuckled. “Toothy, growly, playful. All curled in a pile.”
“You’re filthy.”
They opened the door, their own puppies waiting for them, pushing into their hands, wiggling. “Hey beautiful boys. Have you two had a good day?”
“Yes, Master,” replied Zim, speaking for both of them as usual. Zeb just barked, rubbing against Bear’s legs, tail quivering.
Andy purred down, stroking Zim’s hair, admiring the bright eyes of his sweet pet. The floor was carpeted with thick pile, easy on Zim and Zeb’s knees and hands as they crawled about on all fours. “Zeb, you need to bathe your master. The other puppies mussed him.”
Zeb barked twice and rubbed a moment longer against Bear before prancing off on all fours, stopping and coming back to Bear and then taking off again.
Bear chuckled, then followed Zeb with a happy grin. “Good boy. Let’s go have a bath.”
Andy watched them, then settled in his chair, patting his lap. “Come on, Pup. Let’s see your tail.”
Last night Zim had earned a hard spanking and a harder plugging, Andy using the sweet body until all the mischief was loved out of him.
Zim leapt onto his lap, tail waggling, rubbing against him, whimpering a little.
“You sore, Pet? Or okay?” He dipped his finger into the salve he kept by his chair, slowing circling Zim’s hole, nudging the plug with its tail.
Zim whimpered, pushing back against him. “Both, Master.”
“Too sore to be touched?” He slid the tail free, setting it aside, two slick fingers pushing deep, spreading the salve into his pup.
Groaning, Zim rode his fingers. “No, Master. A little sore, but also fine.”
Bright eyes looked up at him, soft whimpers sounding.
“Pretty Pup. And were you good all day?” He moved with slow, deep, sure strokes.
“I tried, Master. Very hard.” Zim’s eyes rolled as Andy hit the little gland.
“Such a sweet pup.” He worked that gland again and again, purring low. “Don’t spend until I give the word, pup.”
“Yes, Master.” Zim was rubbing against him, ass high in the air, pushing onto his fingers.
“Good boy, so pretty...” He moaned, cock pressing against his leather. “Missed your presence today in the stables. The ponies were looking for you.” All the while he pushed and touched, drawing pleasure from the sweet body.
“Missed them. Missed you. Oh, Master... Master.” Zim was rocking, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Yes, pet. Show me what you need.” He added another finger, spreading the tiny hole for him.
Zim yelped and then barked, rocking harder.
“Such a pretty boy. So fine.” Andy’s cock was aching, throbbing, wanting to slam into the hot, tight flesh that was his pet.
“Oh. Oh, yours, Master. Yours.”
“Yes. Mine. My sweet pup.” He could smell Zim’s need, feel the hunger in the air. “Come for me now, pup. Show me.”
Zim howled, head snapping back, ass squeezing his fingers tight as his pup shot over his legs.
He chuckled, let his fingers slide free, stroked Zim’s spine as the tail was cleaned and slicked and pushed in deep. “Good boy.”
Zim’s tail wagged, ass moving hard as his hand was licked.
“Now, pup.” He gently pushed Zim off his lap, unfastened his now-wet leathers so his cock pressed out. “Now. Clean me and give me pleasure.”
“Yes, Master.” Zim began to lap at him eagerly, tail still wagging as the little tongue slid, hot and wet, over his cock.
He groaned, spreading his legs, groaning
Andy headed to their quarters, reaching into one stable or another, stroking the fine ponies as he passed. “Goodnight, Pretties. Tomorrow we’ll be around early, new riders coming to choose mounts.”
He locked the stable door, chuckling at the whinnies, the stamping feet. His partner, his soulmate, his Bear, was coming from the kennels, filthy and sweating, huge bulk filling the hallway, dark eyes shimmering with happiness.
“Andy.”
“Hey, Bear. How’re the puppies?”
Bear grinned wide, chuckled. “Toothy, growly, playful. All curled in a pile.”
“You’re filthy.”
They opened the door, their own puppies waiting for them, pushing into their hands, wiggling. “Hey beautiful boys. Have you two had a good day?”
“Yes, Master,” replied Zim, speaking for both of them as usual. Zeb just barked, rubbing against Bear’s legs, tail quivering.
Andy purred down, stroking Zim’s hair, admiring the bright eyes of his sweet pet. The floor was carpeted with thick pile, easy on Zim and Zeb’s knees and hands as they crawled about on all fours. “Zeb, you need to bathe your master. The other puppies mussed him.”
Zeb barked twice and rubbed a moment longer against Bear before prancing off on all fours, stopping and coming back to Bear and then taking off again.
Bear chuckled, then followed Zeb with a happy grin. “Good boy. Let’s go have a bath.”
Andy watched them, then settled in his chair, patting his lap. “Come on, Pup. Let’s see your tail.”
Last night Zim had earned a hard spanking and a harder plugging, Andy using the sweet body until all the mischief was loved out of him.
Zim leapt onto his lap, tail waggling, rubbing against him, whimpering a little.
“You sore, Pet? Or okay?” He dipped his finger into the salve he kept by his chair, slowing circling Zim’s hole, nudging the plug with its tail.
Zim whimpered, pushing back against him. “Both, Master.”
“Too sore to be touched?” He slid the tail free, setting it aside, two slick fingers pushing deep, spreading the salve into his pup.
Groaning, Zim rode his fingers. “No, Master. A little sore, but also fine.”
Bright eyes looked up at him, soft whimpers sounding.
“Pretty Pup. And were you good all day?” He moved with slow, deep, sure strokes.
“I tried, Master. Very hard.” Zim’s eyes rolled as Andy hit the little gland.
“Such a sweet pup.” He worked that gland again and again, purring low. “Don’t spend until I give the word, pup.”
“Yes, Master.” Zim was rubbing against him, ass high in the air, pushing onto his fingers.
“Good boy, so pretty...” He moaned, cock pressing against his leather. “Missed your presence today in the stables. The ponies were looking for you.” All the while he pushed and touched, drawing pleasure from the sweet body.
“Missed them. Missed you. Oh, Master... Master.” Zim was rocking, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Yes, pet. Show me what you need.” He added another finger, spreading the tiny hole for him.
Zim yelped and then barked, rocking harder.
“Such a pretty boy. So fine.” Andy’s cock was aching, throbbing, wanting to slam into the hot, tight flesh that was his pet.
“Oh. Oh, yours, Master. Yours.”
“Yes. Mine. My sweet pup.” He could smell Zim’s need, feel the hunger in the air. “Come for me now, pup. Show me.”
Zim howled, head snapping back, ass squeezing his fingers tight as his pup shot over his legs.
He chuckled, let his fingers slide free, stroked Zim’s spine as the tail was cleaned and slicked and pushed in deep. “Good boy.”
Zim’s tail wagged, ass moving hard as his hand was licked.
“Now, pup.” He gently pushed Zim off his lap, unfastened his now-wet leathers so his cock pressed out. “Now. Clean me and give me pleasure.”
“Yes, Master.” Zim began to lap at him eagerly, tail still wagging as the little tongue slid, hot and wet, over his cock.
He groaned, spreading his legs, groaning
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