A Different Blanket

Daisy locked the door and pulled the blanket round her naked body. It’s roughness excited her skin and made her nipples tingle as she nestled into the voluminous folds, rubbing her firm body against the coarse material and smelling the strange but familiar odours so much part of her life. It’s earthy scents mixed with the heady aromas surrounding her as she sat quietly studying Pip her mute but restless companion, filled her mind with the enjoyment she now expected when locked away in her recently discovered private world.

It was such an important day tomorrow. The journey wouldn’t be long and then surely she would show the world her prowess in her chosen field.

Her parents were out, her brother in bed. The night was calm, mild and the scents as she strolled expectantly from the house had filled her nostrils with the sweet yet pungent night flavours of country air.

Daisy chuckled as Pip raised his head and sniffed the air and she glanced at the sealed plastic box nearby. How she had thanked her lucky stars on discovering such a potent yet simple key to her future.

Three months previously, she had watched Victoria her tutor, extract the unique solution for perfectly normal purposes, known throughout the world Daisy moved in. However – watching Victoria, who was unaware of Daisy’s presence in the building, swallow all of the solution had amazed the young girl.

The following day, Daisy and her family had watched Victoria capture top prize, amassing huge applause from an audience who were flabbergasted at how the elegant yet frail blonde had managed to control such power. Daisy had remembered the smug look on the aristocratic Victoria’s face afterwards and became determined to investigate.

Daisy’s own efforts in their shared sport had been failing miserably, but having copied Victoria, cautiously at first, she started to experience a new physical strength and showed it with her energetic attitude, startling her father.

She cast the blanket aside, shivering in the sudden change in temperature, giggling to herself as her nipples rose to hard buds. She swiped her fingers delicately over them, the sensation making her catch her breath and sigh. Pip looked at her, making that familiar welcoming noise. Her hand flickered over Pip, sensing the power through his skin as his enormous body rippled with each movement. Without fear Daisy reached beneath his legs, cupping the stallion’s genitals, rolling his six inch diameter testicles. Her hand traced across his sac and onto the floppy, dangling sheath. Pip stamped, snorting and she stepped to his handsome head blowing into his nostrils. She opened a carton on a nearby shelf and dragged out a thin polythene tube.

Lifting the sealed plastic box, she opened it, Pip whinnied noisily as his favourite aroma seeped into the humid stable. A soaking rag was placed over his nose and his tongue lolled as he sucked in the scent of a brood mare in heat. Daisy stooped to his belly and thrust her hand gently into the folds of his sheath, meeting the knob of his penis as it rolled relentlessly out until she was holding a quivering pole of rampant horse cock some three feet long and four inches across. It waved about incongruously as she reached up for the tube.

Daisy slipped the equine condom over Pip’s dick. She played with his hot sheath as the stallion tensed with pleasure until she grasped it’s solid member and started to roll her hands up and down applying pressure. Pip stamped and whinnied, snorting and thrusting immediately as Daisy masturbated the prize winning stud horse.

It was a tiring, slow process and dangerous as Pip became more agitated. Daisy’s naked body leaned against him and he seemed to be aware of her fragility. Daisy puffed as her hands manipulated the bulky horse cock that had disappeared so many times, full length into pulsing, pink, winking vaginas of his female visitors. Daisy loved to see a mare or filly being covered. To see Pip go through the teasing process with an old brood mare tempting his hardness and then watching him rear and thrust at another mare, his aim perfect, was a thrill.

Suddenly he stiffened and gave a huge scream and she held his cock tightly feeling the inner throbbing then the jet of rich sperm flooded the condom. It’s heat was incredible and Daisy held it firmly until Pip’s flow subsided. Swiftly she slid the full condom off Pip’s penis and studied the creamy consistency of his outpouring. She murmured to Pip as she stepped near his head.

Carefully raising the condom high, she placed the ring to her lips and tilted the sheath to her mouth. The foamy fluid slithered into her mouth and she drank deeply, controlling it’s flow, not wasting a drop. Gulping to the end, draining the condom, she grinned and winked at Pip who was as quiet as if nothing had happened and munched some hay. She wiped her face on the blanket, before throwing it over him. Finally she checked the stable leaving no tell tale signs of her secret pleasure.

The following day, Daisy waited anxiously as she always did before a show. Pip was groomed and stood lazily, as Daisy’s mother polished his leathers. Soon Daisy mounted and rode into the ring. Pip behaved handsomely on top of his mettle, prancing proudly. Some minutes later, the crowd in tumultuous applause, Daisy galloped out of the ring with a clear, fast round of show jumping winning the under fourteen National Championship.

The interviews with the thirteen year old breathless, beaming girl were centred on not only her horsemanship, but on the way such a slight little girl handled a monster of a thoroughbred stallion like Pip. She playfully flexed her biceps for the TV commentators as Pip was led away. She had the elixir to success and a slight quizzing but knowing smile from Victoria.