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Rituals: Becoming Ponyboy (1/1) NC-17 Orlando/Vigg	By : writearts2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Rituals: Becoming Ponyboy (1/1) NC-17 Orlando/Vigg
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Riinnnggg.

Shit. I glanced up from my latest messy experiment in Japanese watercolor painting and frowned in annoyance. Who the fuck was bugging me? Ah, judging from the time the mailman probably rang my doorbell. Rob usually cruised by around 3:00PM.

Mmm, and maybe my mailman offered me a special package, well, one aside from his own. Not that I ever saw it but… fuck, come on, focus here. As I grinned in fevered anticipation I dropped my large sable hair brush into water, snuffed out my joint then I jogged down the dimly lit hall. How cliché; the bell rang again. The postman always rings twice, eh? Ha, ha. God, I hoped Rob brought me what I so eagerly awaited.

In my excitement I almost banged the front door against the foyer wall. "Hiya, Rob." My pleased gaze saw a large box resting at his feet. Yes!

Rob the stoner mailman sniffed my smoky aroma then he shot me a wide knowing smile. "Yo, Viggo, I have an insured package from England that needs your famous signature."

Instead of dancing around like an excited child OD’d on sugar cookies and orange soda I merely smiled, signed and accepted the large box. Rob nodded at the package. "Careful with that, dude, it’s mighty heavy."

"Yes it is, Rob. Thanks." I carried the box in and hauled the weight back to the bedroom. Finally! Knife, fuck, needed a knife. I grabbed an X-acto knife from my studio. Now hold on, old man, embrace a little self-control here. Weren’t you forgetting something? Oh right. I rescued my expensive brush from the water and set it down to dry. Anything else? Nope, I was free to play.

Once back in the bedroom I carefully slit open the thick packing tape, opened the flaps and grinned in giddy delight. Oh fuck yeah. I so looked forward to seeing my custom ponyboy rig and now here it sat loving wrapped. My eager fingers just wanted to rip everything open at once. No. Come on, you idiot, don’t rush the unwrapping ritual. Savor the experience.

Man, sometimes I could be such an anal ass. Hey, what could I do? My life revolved around discipline and control and anyone working with me quickly learned that fact. Yeah, fuck, a controlled hippie made no sense but confusion spiced life, eh? All right, where to begin? Take the right hand path. I opened the first long cardboard box and gasped in delight. Shit, oh sweet, sweet, sweet! Far better than I ever dreamed. How cool; the color proved perfect!

My fingers reverently lifted out my new tail dildo. The dildo portion was a firm flesh hued rubber, lengthy and gloriously wide. Yum. The tail; long, full and silky, carefully dyed to match the hair sample I had sent the craftsman; what a thing of sublime equine beauty! Breathless chuckles rumbled through me. Feeling frisky I merrily swished my thick tail through the air. I wanted to test this marvelous tail out immediately. No. Look at everything first. Shit, stop acting impulsive. Man, I had been with my impulsive Orlando for too long. My lovely beauty had rubbed off on me in many assorted ways.

The next box offered me my wig mane, the rich hair dyed in shades of my tail. Truthfully I wasn’t 100% about wearing the mane but I thought I should at least see how the thing looked on me. Still, the fake mane was a spectacular piece of art, it resembling a bushy yet trailing Mohawk. What was in this slender wooden box? Mmm, wow, a stiff mahogany-hued leather riding crop beckoned from its padded case. I knew just where it would be broken in.

My fingers unwrapped another treasure. Instead of leather I ordered the firm latex bit. My British pony supplier assured me latex worked best since it didn’t absorb my saliva and wouldn’t taste nasty.

The silver spurs possessed fairly blunt edges; once we tested everything out perhaps I’d graduate to something sharper. I liked how they were designed to strap around Orlando’s slender ankles. Pretty. A complex looking stappy bridle, crafted smaller to fit a human face, graced another box. Nice, so nice. My fingers appreciated the velvety smooth brown leather. Yes, it had been a tough call between the sleek black leather and the warm-toned deep brown but I felt the brown complimented my coloring more. Ha, how vain was that notion? I passed on the deluxe version with blinders attached because the thought of wearing blinders just didn’t turn me on. I also decided against purchasing the set of leather "hoof gloves." I had a gut feeling my crazy Orlando would see them and just laugh himself sick. Still, they looked kinda cool. I knew they’d really make me feel complete. Yeah, maybe I would order them later.

Finally I unwrapped the custom designed saddle made expressly for my strong back. Wow. I ran my fingers over the delicate Celtic swirls and runes coating the smooth leather surface. High marks for creative hand-tooled artwork! Superb. I made a mental note to call Sean and thank him for turning me onto Peter, the superior British ponyplay craftsman. Of course when I chatted with Sean about my quest Sean swiftly claimed he wasn’t into this ponyboy scene but he well, erm, squirm, knew people who were. Uh-huh, suuuuure. Ha, I bet a sweet blonde tail hid somewhere in Sean’s closet. My friend liked his kinks.

The thin saddle fascinated me. The underside was generously padded so it wouldn’t chafe my skin. Ha, I did love the term training saddle. Yeah, this beauty was my training saddle. If I wished I could move to the next level and have a heavier, more realistic saddle created for me. But Peter advised me to start out light and thin. Better on the old back. Good advice. The stirrups pulled more laughter from my throat. Mmm, imagining my Orlando’s slender feet slipped inside the shiny metal made me feel too damned horny. Yeah, whoa, my cock already merrily pressed against my old jeans.

All right, I had been good. Now I wanted to test a few items out. Trouble was I wasn’t completely sure how elaborate of a ponyplay scene I wanted to create. When I mentioned the concept to Orlando my lover immediately asked to remain naked. Orlando didn’t want to dress up like a cowboy or anything butch like that. My lovely boy joked around about being Lord Godiva and riding me naked. Fair enough. I totally enjoyed the idea of a naked Orlando bouncing atop of me. Slurp.

I knew the usual ponyplay standard demanded that the pony shouldn’t talk nor should he ever use his hands. Good thing I was the pony; strict silence simply didn’t suit my volatile Orlando. Well, then again Orlando couldn’t be the pony due to his fragile back. Another smile creased my face. I still might buy Orlando one of those wonderful tails just for fun. Oh yeah, dreaming of my slim sleek Orlando with a long, dark brown tail fluffing out of his tight ass…God. My cock almost lost control. Time to sneak an Orlando hair sample over to Peter. Hell yeah, my Orlando could be the pretty non-riding pony.

OK, everything unwrapped and inspected. I fucking couldn’t stand waiting anymore so I stripped off my painting clothes. Once my cock swung free my fingers lovingly caressed the perfect tail. I stroked my tail over my cock. Yes, happy cock liked the feel. Next I stood before the full-length mirror. Ha, I looked like an excited little kid. Oh shit, wait, put some lube on this thick monster. Just a thin coating should do the trick. There. OK. Deep breaths. Loosen up. Here goes. I bent over and slowly, slowly, slowly slid the thick dildo base between my ass cheeks. Mmm, ohhh, yeah, excellent. My inner muscles relaxed and devoured the potent length until the tail brushed my cheeks.

Fuck. Amazing. I stared at myself in pure admiration. My new, long full tail caressed down my powerful thighs then trailed down to my knees. The hairy creation looked glorious and woohoo, the fine dildo felt good too. The length stuffed me full. Fuck, stop acting like a vain old ass. Oh well, too bad. I grinned and shrugged at my reflection. I couldn’t help it; I thought I looked totally delicious. Standing there sporting a fluffy tail and a raging erection suddenly made perfect sense to me. I slowly turned into a lean, mean, equine machine.

Now for the mane. Shit, the thing looked so elaborate. It truly was a superior wig, almost as high a quality as the ones we used on the "LotR" set. My fingers fussed and tugged until I finally pulled the soft mass into the proper position on my head. A lush forelock tumbled down over my forehead while the remainder sensually flowed past my shoulders. Hey, not bad. Not bad at all. A strong urge to whinny filled my throat. So I did.

To my surprise I didn’t start laughing. Instead making that sound felt right. I definitely began feeling… really different. Time to go down on all fours. I dropped onto my hands and knees. Yeah, just as I thought my new tail brushed my shins. Sexy, so sexy. As I studied my reflection I gave in and twitched my ass. There. Good, real fine. My tail swished and swayed against my flesh. Mmm, my stiff cock swayed right along. Ha, now I fancied that my dick looked longer and thicker. Just imagine sporting a big horse dick! Pfftt, if I suddenly grew a horse dick my horny lover would give up his acting career and just cuddle in our bed waiting to be fucked and spanked by yours truly. As long as my sweet Orlando devoted some time to roughing me up such a life sounded like paradise to me.

Hmm, wait, a pony should have a slightly curved belly, right? Could I puff out my fairly tight middle into a rounder shape? Whew, not easy when you tried keeping your back straight but I was able to achieve a little swell. Ahhh, whoa, expanding my belly made that dildo twitch deep inside me. Ahhhhh. A new chuckle escaped my lips. Shit, I made the effort to remain lean and now I wanted a pot belly. Well, a few extra beers and less physical effort could solve my problem.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait to put on the clever bridle. This scene promised wonderful things.

"What the hell are you doing out of the stable?"

Ahhh! I whipped my head toward the door so fast I almost fell over. What the fuck was my lover doing here? My pleasure at seeing my sleek Orlando standing there naked made me forget to remain in ponyboy role. Well, I could be Mr. Ed, right? "Lover! What a fantastic surprise! But how did you manage time to come home?"

Orlando’s wide smile flirted between guilt and glee. "Can you believe we took three days off due to everyone getting majorly ill? I mean everyone puked their guts out except lucky little old me! The second they made the totally rare decision I rushed to the airport and paid a ridiculous sum of money for a ticket home. I wanted to surprise you so I snuck in and shed my clothes." His sweet smile turned wickedly playful. "Weird thing was I swore I heard a whinny echo from our bedroom so I crept down the hall and peeked in. I almost screamed in delight. You know, Viggo, after all that traveling I’m dead tired but seeing you has definitely perked me up." Orlando saucily waved a bag of baby carrots at me. "Look, I even fetched my pony treats from the fridge."

Instead of answering in words I hung my head and whickered. My right front hoof pawed at the hardwood floor. Come on, my darling, go with me here. Ponyboy had arrived.

I watched as Orlando’s gaze grew thoughtful. He set the baby carrots on our bed and angrily shook his head. "You are a stubborn pony. You belong in the stable, not roaming free as you wish."

God I loved my clever boy so much. No wonder we adored each other. Role playing tainted our blood. Instead of playing nice I deliberately backed away and released a defiant snort.

OK, my Orlando liked the defiance since I offered him plenty of options here. Would he try calming me down or go for the stern crop? As I watched my lover debate a sneer curved his sexy lips then his light voice turned cold. "Don’t be a stubborn pony… erm..." Orlando hesitated and suddenly looked puzzled.

Shit! We hadn’t discussed my character name. Well, don’t worry, this was merely a trial run. Come on, lover, just make something up. We had a good start here so please don’t sweat the details now. I was really sliding into this whole new scene. Please don’t stop.

After his brief pause Orlando placed a haughty hand on his left hip and arrogantly shook his head. "Strider, I swear you are the worst pony of all. How I let Lord erm, Winthrop talk me, the famous Lord Godiva, supreme expert on ponies, into purchasing such an ill-tempered pony is beyond my regal comprehension. You are a total disgrace to my world-class stable. You shame me!"

Don’t laugh! I firmly bit my lower lip and darted dear Orlando a quick wink. Completely out of character but I wanted to give Orlando my approval on where he went with this new story. He loved making up stories. I might be a poet but Orlando possessed the story gift.

Orlando remained in his new character and pointed a stern finger at me. "Now come here, Strider, so I can ready you for a ride. "

Come here and tame me, Lord Godiva. I stepped backward again and uttered a threatening little whinny. My reddish-blonde mane tossed against my erect shoulders. Easy there, Strider, don’t twitch your tail too hard. Clench your ass muscles harder around the dildo. Jesus, that intense building pressure felt toooooo sinfully good.

"You naughty pony!" Orlando picked up the bridle and examined the leather. I could tell he approved of the deep brown color. He turned and sternly brandished the contraption at me. "Don’t give me trouble, Strider or I’ll use the crop on you!"

Argh, moment of decision. Did I want to rush to that fun now? I was still getting into character. No, let’s not go to the whipping today. For now I wanted to savor this sexy new feeling. All right. Instead of resisting I crawled forward, halted and hung my head in abject submission. As I meekly cast my gaze toward Orlando’s feet my mane fell into my eyes. Hmm, I noticed that Orlando’s toenails needed cutting. I’d do it tonight. I adored playing with his narrow feet. Hell, I almost licked them but… no.

Orlando’s melodic voice sounded relieved. Yeah, if my boy felt exhausted he wouldn’t be into disciplining me properly. "That’s better, you handsome beast. Yes, that’s why I was foolish enough to purchase you; you are a fine-looking pony, strong and proud."

I glanced up through my mane and watched Orlando step closer. Mmm, his long fingers trailed down my spine. I swayed in true pleasure. "That’s a good pony. See how pleasant it feels to be stroked?" Orlando stepped back and ruffled my mane.

Oh shit, my wild boy’s beautiful rigid cock bobbed mere inches from my mouth. I just couldn’t halt myself. The moment drove me mad. I lunged forward and lightly nipped that lovely male flesh then I clasped my lips tight around the warmth.

In reaction Orlando slammed the bridle against my tail. Shit… wow, his blow drove the dildo hard into my ass muscles. Ahhhh. A low grunt huffed from my lips. I released his delicious cock.

Orlando’s confusion infected his voice. My unexpected action caught him off guard. "Ahh, so we’re not sure how we want to act, eh? Ornery beast!" The bridle slammed against my tail again. God, lover, watch it… I was ready to come. Hard.

A soft whicker echoed from me. I dropped in pleading submission and respectfully nuzzled my lover’s slim toes. Mmm, God, yes, I wagged my tail from side to side. That dangerous dildo drove me wild.

"That’s better, you ungrateful pony." Orlando, or Lord Godiva, yes, think of him properly, yanked my head up and, after a few fumbles, secured the smooth leather bridle around my face. Good thing I had ordered the Velcro fastenings. Yeah, since this was a training bridle it used Velcro and left my mouth free. If we truly enjoyed this play then metal buckles would come later.

Lord Godiva tugged on the reins and brought my head up. I rose from my elbows and flicked my mane. I snorted in joy. Yes, God, yes, my creation felt sublime.

"Show me how you prance, pony. Move!" My aggressive Lord Godiva’s open palm smacked my ass hard. The sexy vibrations nearly did me in.

Holding my shoulders high I stepped after Lord Godiva. Try not to come. Hold it in. Jesus, I felt wonderful. Oh man. Nirvana.

Before we left the bedroom Lord Godiva retrieved the stiff crop. He firmly flicked the new leather across my ass. "That’s my handsome stud. Make your Lord proud of you. I want to see high steps. I will not endure a lazy pony."

As I pranced I swished my tail and tossed my mane. Interesting to feel which muscles bunched and worked. My fingers felt most of the strain since I bunched them together and stood high. Yeah, fuck, now I knew I wanted those hoof gloves. Would strapping my shins against my thighs to create more impressive hindquarters feel sexy or too painful? Wow, there were so many hot options to consider!

My Lord Godiva sternly walked me around our entire condo, he correcting my posture with sharp crop flicks. When we toured the kitchen I saw a bundle of pretty, multi-coloured sweetheart roses resting on the counter. How sweet of my Lord to bring me flowers. Damn, my mouth wasn’t close enough to pull them down. I wondered how they tasted. Ha, that action would earn me an instant strict cropping.

I could tell as we walked that my dear Lord Godiva gauged my physical limitations. He adjusted his tight grip on the reins and gave me a little more slack. That lessened the strain on my neck. Ha, we were both in ponyplay training. Of course I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful trainer.

After our tour we returned to our bedroom. The faded spring sun now cast late afternoon streaks across the shining hardwood floor. I never really noticed how lovely the golden flooring looked down here. Interesting. As I obediently posed before the mirror Lord Godiva opened the bag of carrots and held the moist orange tidbit toward me. "Here, my handsome Strider. You have earned a treat."

I whinnied and docilely accepted the offered small carrot. After he fed me three more carrots Lord Godiva petted my mane. "That’s a lovely pony. Good Strider. Now it’s time to saddle you up."

No. Suddenly I knew I wasn’t going to last. My balls began tingling in the old familiar about to blow sensation. Come on, Strider, just try and hold out. My flesh twitched in aching lust. No, fuck, I felt too excited. My wide eyes watched in the mirror as Lord Godiva placed the saddle over my back then he fussed with the thin belly straps. Shit, no, ahh, my darling’s warm strong hands brushed my weeping cock.

His warm flesh did me in. I jerked and dissolved into my heady orgasm. What a tremendous whopper. Fuck! My enraptured body fell to the smooth floor and just shuddered in pagan pleasure. I felt the saddle thud to the floor. Yesssss, please yes. As I panted in release I pawed my hands against the sun rays. This poor pony proved spent.

Orlando’s low laughter wrapped around my sweating flesh then his cum-damp toes prodded my belly. "Naughty pony! How dare you spurt on my regal feet!"

Fine, fuck, we were done for now. Yeah, this fledging scene needed major fine-tuning but now we knew the general direction. After I caught my breath I shook my head and started laughing. "Orlando. My darling, you can’t imagine how excellent I feel right now."

My boy’s light laughter twined with my lower tones. "Well fuck, lover, I think I know from your wild reaction. You are one sexy pony and also quite magnificent. I can’t believe they matched your real hair color so well."

"You don’t think the mane is a bit much?"

To my relief my darling’s brilliant smile washed over me. "Nonsense. You are utterly beautiful. In reality I thought this scene might be silly but seeing you as a pony is a real turn-on. I know our special roles need plenty of work but are you cool with me being the haughty Lord Godiva?"

I laughed again and finally found the strength to stand. "Lover, I adore the idea. I’ll be your defiant pony, eh? Next time I might need to be broken in a serious manner." I shook my head. "It’s weird cause the idea of striking a real pony is totally abhorrent to me but then again I’m not your average pony, eh?"

Orlando smiled in perfect lust and trailed his thin fingers over my damp chest. "You most certainly are not! No, you’re my handsome special stud pony. Just think, lover, we have three days to practice. I know how much you’ve looked forward to this new scene so we’ll concentrate on making everything perfect. And can I say I adore your glorious tail? How long is the inner base?"

I chuckled in appreciation. "It’s one helluva hulking dildo. Believe me, beloved, I’ve been trying desperately not to come."

My lover pulled me into a tight embrace. Our cocks nuzzled hello. As our lips nibbled and bit he viciously slammed his palm against my tail. Arrgh, shit, I swore the dildo nearly ruptured something deep inside me. Ahh, ohhh, I grunted into Orlando’s searing kiss. His laughter tickled my cheeks. "Hmm, it sounds like Lord Godiva needs to teach his handsome pony the strict meaning of control."

Please do, lover. Please. That’s a sexy lesson I enjoyed learning over and over. Especially when I possessed such a delightful master.

Xoxo FIN… but the Rituals series is not over.
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Rituals: Becoming Ponyboy (1/1) NC-17 Orlando/Vigg