Hung Like a Stallion – Part 1: The Shetland Pony

Author’s Note: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus).

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It was the middle of the night and the city was asleep. Only the occasional light ruptured the blanket of darkness of a quiet neighborhood. Inhabited by less-than-upstanding citizens, the district was nonetheless home to countless businesses, though most of them were not what you would call legal. One of those businesses took place in a small warehouse. From the two guards standing at the door, it looked more like a nightclub than what it truly was; an underground horse bestiality ring. People from all across the city came to watch young women have sex with sex with stallion. Due to the low cover charge, the audience members came from all walks of life. But they all had one thing in common; they loved watching an innocent young thing being defiled by a powerful stallion.

Deep within the building, such an innocent young thing stood in the changing room. The room was small and dirty and a row of half-destroyed lockers lined every wall. There were three exits. One led outside, the other to the arena and the third to the showering room. But the only occupant of the room—a gorgeous eighteen-year-old woman by the name of Barbie Lez—was too nervous to notice her filthy surroundings. Her hands shook as she slipped out of her skimpy outfit, revealing the most perfect body in the world.

She had long, platinum-blonde hair with strategically placed, bright-pink highlights, full, pouty lip and piercing, emerald-green eyes. Now fully nude, there was nothing covering up her firm, D-Cup boobs. Her bounce-a-quarter-off-of-it butt was equally visible as was her tight, clean-shaven pussy. One final detail helped make her the most beautiful woman on earth. A large, bright-pink tattoo seemed to hover between her pussy and navel. Shaped like the lesbian symbol, it made every man who saw it want her that much more. After all, what kind of man would not want to have his way with a lesbian—especially such a hot one?

“Relax,” Barbie told herself as she steadied her shaking hands enough to grab a surprisingly short nightie from the open locker before her. Completely see-through and barely long enough to cover her bouncy behind, Barbie did not really see the point of the garment. But she had been instructed to put it on and that was all that mattered. Taking a seat on the bench that stood perfectly centered in the grimy room, Barbie took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. When that did not work, she decided to distract herself my letting her mind wander. Within seconds, she thought back to what had led her there.

It had all started with a few simple words. Horse bestiality! Well, the truth was it had really started with Candy Love, but that is another story altogether.

A week earlier.

The sun was just rising when Barbie heard pounding on the door. Grunting, she was pulled from sleep. Grumbling something about needing sleep after what she had been through—after all, she had spent the last few days having sex with five different dogs and taking down a bestiality porn ring led by a woman named Candy Love. Still, it appeared as though rest was a luxury Barbie was not entitled to. Slipping into a bathrobe, she answered the door to find Inspector Richard Dick—ironic, I know—from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police standing before her. Though he was usually desk-bound, he took every opportunity her could to get out of the office. That was why he had led the raid that had taken down one of the largest bestiality porn rings in the history of the country.

“What are you doing here?” asked Barbie sleepily.

Inspector Dick seemed confused.

“You agreed to help. Didn’t you?” he inquired.

Barbie nodded. She had indeed agreed to help the RCMP infiltrate and take down a bestiality ring specializing in horse porn, but she had expected to be given at least a few days to recover from her ordeal.

“Apparently, I was wrong,” thought Barbie. Still, she was not about to let the cops dictate what she could and could not do. If she helped them, it would be on her terms, not theirs. But first, she had to know why Inspector Dick was there.

“We need to train you before you are sent out into the field,” explained the cop. The busty tighten-year-old had assumed taking down a bestiality rind almost by herself would be enough, but apparently not.

“All right, but first I have to get Nikki ready for school,” said Barbie, thinking of her beloved little sister. Only six years old, she was the reason why Barbie had agreed to help the cops—well, that and the fact that the thought of having sex with a horse sent shivers of arousal running down her spine. She imagined Nikki being recruited by a sweet-talking pornographer and images of her sister being defiled by a savage animal played through her mind. It was too late for Barbie, but Nikki still had a chance at a normal life. And in order for that to happen, she had to go to school.

“Come back in an hour,” said Barbie as she slammed the door in the poor Inspector’s face.

Exactly one hour later, Barbie heard a knock on her door. Nikki had only minutes before climbed onto the school bus for another day of school and Barbie had just made it back to her apartment. Sighing, she answered the door to find the Inspector waiting for her.

“Ten minutes,” was all she said. But instead of slamming the door in his face, she invited him in. The cop took a seat in the living room and waited for Barbie to get ready. Meanwhile, Barbie slipped into the shower for her daily masturbation session. You see, the busty teen was—and had always been—an insatiable nymphomaniac. Her early norming sexual relief was all that kept her lucid throughout the day. In fact, the last time she had skipped it, she ended up fucking a dog. And we all know how that turned out. So after spending her sexual energy, she hopped out of the shower and slipped into one of her trademark skimpy outfit before joining the Inspector in the living room.

“Ready?” he asked, but not before drinking in the young woman’s great beauty. He was determined to remain professional, but the sight of the barely-clothed bombshell standing before him made it difficult. Fortunately, the thought of his beloved wife soon put him in his place.

“Yup,” said Barbie. And with that, they were off. Because Barbie insisted on being back by four to welcome her sister home from school, the teen’s training—which was supposed to last three days—took the better part of a week.

During that time, she learned the basics of undercover work. But basics were all she learned as the cops wanted to keep her as authentic as possibly. Barbie was primarily a young woman who loved having sex with animals that that was exactly what she had to remain. Still, she needed to learn everything she could about the organization she would be infiltrating. Over the course of her training, the horny blonde learned the structure of the bestiality porn empire she would be attempting to take down as well as the major players involved. The basic layout was as follows:

Level 1: Dozens of small bestiality rings were scattered around the country. Though easy to dismantle, such rings were equally easy to start up. Each time the cops took one down, another one would pop up somewhere else. After disassembling half a dozen such rings, the cops finally discovered there mini organizations were actually recruiting grounds for higher-end bestiality rings.

Level 2: Once a particularly talented young woman was recruited from a level 1 ring, she was cleaned up, given a nice place to live and enough money to live a proper life. All they asked for in return was for the young woman to perform once a week in one of their upscale animal sex shows. Since most recruited women came from impoverished backgrounds, they were all too happy to please their new friends.

Level 3: If a performer displayed enough talent and passion for her new job, she would be recruited for the Hung Like a Stallion show. Each year, the top ten bestiality performers in the country were recruited and asked to compete in a championship. The victor was crowned Bestiality Performer of the Year and awarded a one million dollar grand prize. The event was broadcast across the web and anyone with a credit card and an internet connection could attend—that is, if they were willing to pay the five hundred dollar cover charge. The cops had recruited some of the best hackers in the world, but none of them had managed to break through the site’s firewall in time to pinpoint the broadcast location.

“How do you know all this?” asked Barbie after being briefed on the surprisingly massive empire she had been recruited to infiltrate and take down from within.

“When hacking proved ineffective, we sent in an undercover operative. She managed to make her way to level two and her last communication told us she had been invited to perform in the championship. But that was the last we heard from her. She never performed in the championship, so we can only assume her cover was blown,” explained Inspector Dick casually.

Barbie swallowed nervously.

“I… if a trained officer failed, what makes you think I won’t?” she inquired, though it was obvious her concern was for her life and not her mission. “I have no training.”

“That’s exactly why you will succeed; the operative’s cover was blown because she was a cop. Since you are not, that will not be an issue.”

Barbie nodded, but she was far from convinced. Still, she had agreed to help them and she assumed they knew what they were doing; they were cops after all.

“All right,” she agreed, “What’s my mission.”

The inspector smiled.

“You will basically start at the bottom and gradually work your way up to the top. All you need to do is give us the identity of the man who is in charge of the entire operation.