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Ever since the incident with Trey and Chenya, Riddle wasn’t allowed to study by himself. There is only one exception to the rule, and that is when Riddle has to practice horse riding. Riddle’s mom knew he wouldn’t abandon the animal to go try strawberry tarts and run around with the two young boys, and she was right. Riddle would feel awfully guilty if he left the horse all by its lonesome.
The stallion has become his only friend at this point. He listens to Riddle and offers him comforting nuzzles. Riddle has come to look forward to his sessions with the horse knowing he can vent about everything without his mother nearby.
After guiding the horse back in its stall, Riddle brushes its mane, standing on a stool for height support. The stall, much like the horse, is big—there’s enough space for the stallion and Riddle. As small as he already is, Riddle feels even smaller standing in the stall with the huge stallion by his side. He’s a short, tiny boy, and he can barely groom the taller, bigger horse without struggling. After a few brushes, he sighs and leans his head against the horse’s soft fur.
“I do wish I could try that delicious strawberry tart again… You understand me, don’t you?” He still yearns for it.
The horse sputters. Riddle takes that as a no.
“Well, a strawberry tart would be awfully bad for you. It’s good that you don’t understand, or you’ll want a piece for yourself,” he smiles. “Now all that running around must have made you thirsty... Let’s get you some water. That’s far healthier than a strawberry tart.”
Riddle jumps off the stool. Since he’s left by himself with such a big stallion, he has to handle everything with careful efficiency. If he missteps and scares the horse, he'd be the only one around to calm it, and Riddle doesn’t trust he can handle that by himself since he’s still so young. Thankfully that hasn’t happened yet. Riddle is attentive to all the horse’s needs—he was taught everything he needed to know before ever being left alone with it.
Running around so much must have made it thirsty. Leaving the horse alone for a second, he carries a bucket of water and sets it in front of the horse. Riddle watches the stallion’s long tongue dive into the bucket, creating an adorable, wet mess. He laughs as the horse hydrates itself.
Riddle’s mother doesn’t consider his riding lessons—solo or supervised—as playtime, but Riddle disagrees. He won’t ever tell his mother, but this is the only part of his strict schedule where he feels truly free. He has fun with the stallion, even doing tasks that others might hate.
“Hmm… Mother won’t be coming home for a while. I suppose we can skip the exercises she put down for you today.”
It’s bad to skip out on what his mother tells him to do. But if she doesn't find out, it’s okay. He’ll be careful this time.
The horse snorts in agreement.
“I do have to clean your hooves, though. Mother will notice that. Now stay here, please!”
Riddle lifts the half-empty bucket, much easier to hold now, and carries it. The horse sighs and sputters.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Riddle stops. “I’ll be back, I promise. I’m not going far!”
The stallion can become needy at times—the moment Riddle turns his back again, the horse takes a few steps forward, nudging Riddle at his head. The touch surprises Riddle, and he drops the bucket of water. The horse neighs and nibbles Riddle’s red hair.
“W-Wait, don’t do that!” Riddle pleads, swaying his hands in an attempt to reach the horse. Of course, he fails. When the horse finally lets go for what feels like forever—he’s never had an animal misbehave around him—Riddle sighs in relief.
Then the horse nudges him toward a pile of hay. It cushions his fall, and Riddle sputters, trying to clean his face. He feels hay in his mouth. Uncouth, but he spits it out.
“H-How rude!” Riddle tries to get up, looking back at the horse. “Fine, I suppose I’ll have to explain to my mother that you refused to get your hooves… c-cleaned…?”
His voice falters as a large, dark shadow looms over him. The stallion, big and proud, looks down on Riddle. Riddle gulps. He can easily slip under the horse and get it under control, closing the stall door, but for some reason, he is stricken with fear. The stallion snorts, nudging Riddle’s bottom with its front hoof.
“Un-unhand me!” Riddle shouts.
The horse decides not to listen, and it paws at Riddle’s bottom again like it has some sort of human intelligence, like he’s very much aware of what it is doing to Riddle—
Animal instincts. That’s what it is.
Riddle’s intensive studying hasn’t taught him what to do in this situation, if there’s even anything he can do to protect himself against such a giant beast.
Hot breath tickles Riddle, and the horse grabs his shorts using its teeth, ripping it off. He hears it sniffing and feels its hot breath. With only his underwear on to obscure his behind, Riddle now knows what the horse’s aim is. He isn’t a mare, nor is he a girl—how can he be so desirable to the stallion?
Riddle squirms on the hay bale as the stallion brings down his underwear. “No…! D-Don’t… Please…!” he looks back with wide eyes, pouting, hoping his expression is readable to the beast, his denial of its lewd desires.
When he notices the long, thick equine cock between the horse’s legs, Riddle becomes weak, and any plan of him fleeing becomes impossible to execute. It is longer than his arms, thicker than his young, tiny body—he gulps.
Riddle doesn’t want it.
“No, no, no, don’t you dare…!”
But the stallion has no concept of Riddle’s refusal.
Before bringing its cock to Riddle’s pale bottom, the horse licks him. Its long, soft, and wet tongue drags across Riddle’s ass, and an involuntary moan comes out of him.
“N-No… I don’t like it…!” Riddle whines, tears coming out of him. The horse licks him again, tasting his cheeks, finding a way to get to his hole. “Stop it! Stop it now!”
His cries are useless. Riddle tries to fight against it, he really does—but he can’t do anything about his body’s natural response. The horse keeps licking his small ass and against his wishes, he moans, moving back against its long, wet tongue. Riddle cries, grabbing a handful of hay. It falls from his weak grasp.
“Why... Why does it feel so good…?” Riddle asks through hiccups.
He feels its tongue touch his virgin hole. Riddle gasps, his face red hot. There’s a strange feeling between his thighs he isn’t quite acquainted with yet. He feels something within him stir when the horse keeps on licking—Riddle is supposed to be disgusted, horrified, but any pleas that want to escape fall flat.
”It’s okay… You can keep going…” Riddle pushes back. The horse’s saliva covers his ass, wet and dripping onto the ground. He hears satisfied neighs and sputters that makes him smile. It’s good to know his horse feels good, that he has a hand in making it so happy—
No, what is he thinking?
This is wrong. Riddle can’t indulge the stallion like this. What if Mother catches him? That would be miles worse than getting caught eating a strawberry tart!
“Th-That’s enough now,” Riddle whines, trying to get up and away from the horse eating his ass out. “Please, no more—”
The horse snorts, and Riddle understands it is not a pleased noise, not now. It wants Riddle to stay. He tries to stand up, but the horse’s hooves push him back down on the hay bale.
“Please! Stop it!”
Riddle hears a playful nicker, a whinny. If he doesn’t comply, Riddle knows it would become violent, and its such in a good mood now, he doesn’t want to make things worse.
He doesn't have a choice but to endure whatever the stallion has in store for him. Riddle feels its hot breath against his body, the dark shadow covering him completely. He squeezes his eyes shut and hopes this is all just some horrible dream induced from studying so much.
But the sensation of the equine cock against his tight, virgin hole is real, so very real as Riddle gasps, tears flowing down his red, wet cheeks. It can’t fit, it shouldn’t fit; how can Riddle possibly endure this?
The enlarged head pushes in slightly—somehow, it still has patience. The stallion huffs, forcing several of its thick inches inside Riddle.
He screams, but mixed in his pained cry is a hidden pleasure he can’t seem to understand yet. “No, please, no more!” Riddle squirms, but the animal doesn’t understand; it doesn’t want to. His insides burn and scream at the insertion, stretching him wide—and then the horse bucks its hips again, shoving its length further into Riddle. He doesn’t know how far the equine cock is in him, nor does it really matter.
He is ruined, stretched beyond relief, but somehow the pain starts to disappear as the horse thrusts. Maybe it’s the horse’s salvia from before that eases the burn, barely. It whinnies excitedly, its giant cock finding residence inside Riddle’s small, round ass.
Throughout Riddle’s sobbing, he drools, trying to make sense of what is happening. It’s supposed to hurt, and it does—there are a few jolts of pain but that quickly dissipates into pleasure, something that makes Riddle sick to his stomach. He wants to throw up—he thinks he’s dry heaving.
“E-Enough…” he weakly begs, his eyes struggling to stay open. Riddle’s voice cracks as he screams—no, moans—again. “Don’t… Don’t go so fast…!”
Somehow the horse’s excited neighs please Riddle. It thrusts harder, faster, reaching deep into his bowels, and Riddle pushes back on its cock.
“I suppose… it’s okay for today…?” He matches the horse’s rhythm. They’re both creatures of lust, of impulse, clumsily moving for both their sakes. When the horse pulls out, Riddle pouts and begs for his return. “Come back here! Right this instance!”
After huffing and taking the slightest break, the horse obeys before slamming its full cock into Riddle, filling him to the brim. Riddle trembles, his little cock responding with its own excitement. He isn’t aware of his small erection and the leaky pre-cum dripping out. All he can focus on is the large equine cock fucking him deep, melting his body onto the hay.
He feels it inside his stomach, bulging with each deep thrust into his body. Riddle is full of horse cock, stretched apart to fit every single inch, and now he doesn’t ever want this sensation to end.
“You’re doing good, boy…” Riddle praises as he hears the horse’s satisfied neighs. His salty tears stick to his cheeks; he tastes both that and drool as he sobs in pleasure.
The stallion’s thrusts quicken. It snorts and slams its cock into Riddle, hitting a bundle of nerves that makes Riddle scream and cry louder. The pleasure drives him insane—he never knew the human body could be taken to such limits and still be able to feel such gratification. Yes, this is why Mother wants him to focus on his studies so much, but a little playtime with the stallion won’t do any harm. He’s having fun, and that surely isn’t a crime; Mother will understand.
A loud whinny causes Riddle to shudder. He pushes back on the stallion cock, his ass instinctively clenching down on it. As the horse squeals—he thinks that’s what the noise it makes is—it stops, all of its equine inches inside Riddle. The stallion blows its gallon-load into Riddle’s stretched ass, and he becomes breathless, ceasing to exist for a moment as pleasure spreads throughout him.
The horse, satisfied, pulls out, its semen dripping in buckets out of Riddle’s hole. He touches his engorged stomach, also full of the stallion’s seed. Riddle isn’t sure how or why, he’s nothing but confused as he coughs and feels the cum land on the hay bale underneath him.
He struggles to get up. His stomach is full, he’s leaking cum from what seems to be out of all his orifices, but Riddle wants to play again. Mother trusts him to be left alone with the stallion all day. He’ll make the most out of this.
Riddle, on his knees, crawls to the horse.
“Look at you! You’ve created such a mess!” he sits underneath the stallion, right in front of its now flaccid cock. Its covered in its own cum, not to mention the puddles in the stall right now, but Riddle can clean that later. Eventually.
He takes the equine cock into his small hands. Riddle admires it for a moment, realizing just how huge it is compared to his thin arms and tiny fingers. The horse snorts happily as Riddle strokes it, using his tongue to lick it clean. Drunk on horse cock, he'll drink until he physically can't.
The flavor sits, simmers on his mouth, and Riddle finds that he likes the taste of horse cock just as much as strawberry tarts. He swallows every drop he can, filling his stomach up with more horse cum.
The stallion’s cock rises again once Riddle is done cleaning most of the cum he can. He licks his lips. Though he’s weak, barely able to stand, Riddle returns to the hay bale.
This time he wants to see the stallion fuck him, to see his stomach largen with every thrust into his small body. His tiny cock twitches, and he hasn't even realized he came already, maybe more than once. As he rests on the hay bale, Riddle presents himself to the stallion, legs up high as his stretched hole leaks cum down his thighs.
“Come now,” Riddle beckons. “Please… Let’s do it again, before Mother arrives.”
The horse neighs, sniffing him curiously before bringing its cock back to where it belongs. Each thrust into him bulges Riddle’s cum-filled stomach, pushing the seed already resting inside him back up. He wants more. He wants to be full, round, stretched further apart until nothing else can satisfy him.
Horse cum dribbles down Riddle’s mouth, and he licks his lips, keeping his position on the hay bale as the stallion claims him as its mate over and over again.