APHRODITE ACADEMY by Lindsay Lockwood Chaper 1 - Pony Up
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following chapter contains sex between two TS characters, and features chastity and pet/animal play. Each chapter will revolve around a different fetish or combination of fetishes centered around the students of Aphrodite Academy. You can send feedback to lockedlittleslut@proton.me, and yes, I do take requests!
My name is Elle, and I'm a first year student at the Aphrodite Academy of the Erotic Arts'. I doubt you've heard of it - it's not a place that advertises - but you've probably heard of places like it. You know, the boarding school that turns cute boys into hot girls that worship dick'. That sort of thing.
Soon-to-be girls, fembois, sissies and traps are headhunted from around the world and offered scholarships, where over the next four years they're trained, feminized, and learn about all things related to sex. Then, once our education is complete, we're auctioned off to wealthy elites or high-end brothels, where for the rest of our youths (and sometimes beyond) we use our feminine wiles to tease, please and satisfy.
They find us in all sorts of places. My recruiter found me on my knees in a men's room stall wearing nothing but thong panties, ruined make-up, and streaks of cum running down my body. Even before he pulled his cock out, it was obvious that I was put on this earth to fuck and suck and beg for more.
That was nearly a year ago. Since then I've only worn skirts and dresses. Other than trimming split ends, my hair has only been cut once, and that was to have it styled. Now it's down to my shoulders and hangs in deep, brunette ringlets. The academy provides electrolysis, meaning no more hair grows below my head; as well as an enhanced hormone regimen that softens skin, moves body fat, and - coolest of all - develops breasts! I'm currently a B cup, with the promise of more to follow.
I was scared at first, and excited. Sure, I wasn't all that attached to boyhood, but parts were comfortable enough. Giving all that up overnight was a culture shock and a half. But so far there have been no regrets. Even the parts that were difficult were worth it, and the torture was no less than orgasmic!
Like I said, the classes are all about sex. How to please bodies of all types, `Domination and Submission 101', and more. Second years onwards are gradually introduced to all the niche fetishes, but freshmen like me have to stick with the basics - oral and anal.
Not everybody loves anal sex, at least at first, but a big part of academy life is knowing how to bottom. That's why the staff insist on locking first years in chastity. If we can't touch our cocks/clits, then we have to lean into other kinds of pleasure. The academy nurse smiled as she told us that, seconds before closing steel around our collective parts.
I wasn't the only girl to ache whenever she got hard, or struggled to sleep, or clawed at the walls, begging for release. Some of us tried to pick the locks, but received hell during classes the next day. Others turned to their roommates and best friends, struggling to invent ways to stimulate themselves.
We're told that with enough practice the brain rewrites itself, and coms to realize the prostate as a primary sexual organ. Then you don't need hands to cum anymore. Some say it's better than using your cock/clit, and I agree. It took six months to get there, but it was worth it. Assgasms just can't be beat.
Which brings us to our story...
It was spring and the end of the school year was upon us. Like other first years, my clit would stay locked until summer vacation was over, though I was dreading the freedom. I never thought I'd get used to being tucked in a steel sheath, let alone gain comfort from it. At first my pearls were uncomfortable hanging over the ring, but now they're at home, and feel naked without it (in a bad way).
But before the holidays were exams, as in the kind that could void a scholarship if you didn't pass. I was set to ace the oral exams; after all, I was a natural born cocksucker. The anal exam, however...
Here's the thing. I love getting fucked. All the students love getting fucked, even the ones who hated it at first. But some of us can't take a dick that's too thick, or too long, or that drives too hard.
Yeah. That's my secret. I struggle with big cocks, and if I didn't get my act together, fast, then I was going to be out on the street, probably turning tricks on corners instead of escorting in the lap of luxury. Someone would say `that slut had so much promise', and I'd be left crying into my Wheaties.
Fuck that. So I took drastic measures and went down to the Farm.
Remember what I said about `niche fetishes'? Well, Aphrodite Academy has an entire plot of land dedicated to animal play. Not bestiality, but still, next-level animal play! Some of the girls - juniors and seniors, mostly - give up on being human for a while, and choose to be tended like pets and livestock.
Puppies are the most common. Each is collared, and their hands and feet bound, leaving them to stump around on elbows and knees; they're also fitted with masks, trained, and shake their tail plugs back and forth.
Then there are the cows; girls treated with a blend of hormones to stimulate extreme breast and/or cock growth. In other words, they were the ones with massive milkers, either up top or below, sometimes both. Walking into the barn meant walking in on students in stocks, loudly mooing with tits and dicks latched to sucking machines. Each day they would spill tens of gallons of milk and cum. Sometimes you could order it from the cafeteria, and girls with thick, gold septum rings would beam at you with pride.
Of course there are the piggies, the ones for whom anything goes. Everyone knows that a piggy is a masochist of the highest order. You can tie them up, push them around, flog them, fuck them, and a whole lot of other things I'm sure you're imagining right now. Whatever sick, degrading thing you can come up with, they're probably into it, and squeal while you do it.
But I didn't come for the puppies, the cows or the piggies. There's one other kind of human animal Aphrodite Academy specializes in, and if you ask me they're the most beautiful of all; the ponies.
A pony girl is a special kind of girl. Tall, toned, and with skin tanned by days in the sun. Save for their bridles, reins, saddles and hoof boots, it's rare to see them clothed. Most of the time you can find them running in the paddock, firm breasts hanging free, and enhanced cocks hanging low, slapping above their knees. When they get hard they carry their pricks high, and stroke themselves for all to see.
It's not uncommon to find other girls lined leaning on the fence after class, hypnotized, imagining all they could do left alone in a stable. Few, if any, would be able to handle the full force of a pony, but a girl can dream, can't she? I, however, would make the dream come true, and I'd do it before exams.
If there was such a thing as love at first sight, then I felt it for Rebel. Or maybe it was `lust' at first sight. Her rich, brown skin glistened in the sun. She stood taller than all the others, with her hair pulled into a high ponytail, and with a plait running down to her solid, wide ass. I don't know if her cock was the longest or widest, or if her powerful stance made it look smaller than it was, but I didn't care. It remained the most majestic organ I'd ever seen, uncut and bulging wide, and had fueled many practice sessions with my collection of plugs.
But it wasn't just her body that I'd fallen for. Rebel carried herself in a way none of the other ponies did. She had pride, purpose, and always knew which step she wanted to take. Her sexuality commanded those around her without words, making clear to one and all that she was best in show. Of course I wanted her; every girl wanted her.
Day after day I watched her from the fence, captivated by her regal trot in those hoof-like boots. Yet in spite of appearances, a part of her remained wild. She knew better than to defy her trainers; but her peers - especially freshmen - were fair game. When at last I fell under her gaze I shook. Rebel was regal and aloof. She didn't need my attention to know what she was, but accepted it all the same.
It took everything I had to approach her. Forget the fact that I was top of the class in Oral Sex 101; she was years ahead in every arena. Maybe, one day, I'd come to have her beauty and skill, but until then I could only imagine.
"You can say `hello'. I don't bite," she said. "Not unless I want to," she didn't say.
Words tripped on my tongue. "You're very beautiful," I said, like it wasn't obvious.
Rebel threw her ponytail back. The high hoofs accentuated her calves, and caused her back to curve, pushing her breasts forward. Her nipples were full and swollen, begging to be handled just as much as the half-hardness stirring between her legs.
She stopped to take an assessment. The fainted smirk said she liked what she saw; a boy-girl still taking shape, dressed in a low cut school blouse with a tartan skirt that barely covered her cage. Bit by bit she absorbed my appearance, from the white thigh-high socks to the `natural' makeup creating an image of a girl next door.
"What can I do for you, frosh?"
I didn't have to say a thing; not when my eyes fell to her cock. It pressed against the foreskin, readying to stand.
Rebel almost laughed. "You want this? Honey, you've got eyes bigger than your bussy. You know that?"
"I have to try," I said.
"Do you want me to break you?"
Maybe it was a mistake, but I nodded. Whether it destroyed me or not, knowing I could take her meant I could pass. She gave a second inspection, scanning the shape beneath the uniform. Her expression didn't change.
"Make me want it, babygirl," she said.
The other ponies stopped to watch. The girls at the fence whispered and giggled. I was on show for them, like giving class demonstrations weren't humiliating enough!
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I threw my arms above my head and started to move, swaying my hips to a silent song and swishing my shirt. I turned and dipped, flashing my ass and the pearls hanging over the chastity ring. From the corner of my eye I caught Rebel stirring; she seemed to like that I hadn't worn panties.
I turned again and strutted toward her, throwing up my head and making my neck vulnerable. I pulled off the uniform bow and opened my blouse, exposing my blooming mounds. They stiffened in the open air and begged to be squeezed.
When finally I was close enough she ran her fingers through my hair, twisted and pulled me back. Her eyes were brown and hard, like some wild beast ready to pounce. I shivered, helpless, suddenly robbed of the seductive confidence I'd mustered.
Rebel grimaced. "Show me what your mouth can do."
I fell to my knees, staining my stocking socks with grass and mud. My hands grasped her half-mast - though only barely - and obediently massaged it back and forth. It radiated heat, and would only burn more with time. Her cock was utterly without blemish, smooth from base to tip with velvet balls slapping her thighs.
My mouth opened around her, pressed her foreskin back with my lips, while I tongued the salty glans. I lavished her and jerked, sizing up her monster, steadying my breathing before the journey. This, I thought, was my Everest; the mission I'd been born to, for which I had long been training. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking in time with her movements.
"You'll have to do better than that, babygirl," Rebel said. Despite that she hummed, savoring the feel.
Of course that was only the start. I took her a little more at a time, parting wide until she pressed behind my tongue. I held for a moment, still stroking, and centered my breathing. Now was the moment of truth. Was I the cocksucker I'd always thought myself to be? I plunged, taking her down my throat, engorged on two thirds of her length.
Rebel moaned. I wondered how often a mouth had taken her as deep. Her sounds sparked a flicker of pride, but I was far from done. I pulled back and gasped, leaving a long trail of saliva hanging between her and my lips. We stole a glance; approval from her, and daring from my knees. Again I rammed her into my throat, starving myself of oxygen in place for that incredible organ. Readying myself I pulled back, inhaled, and threw myself deeper onto the cock, taking the entirety of her length. Rebel grunted, her balls tickled my chin, and I held her for as long as I could.
There were cheers from all around. The girls were getting a show, alright!
I pulled back, gasped, then swallowed her again; pulled back, gasped, and swallowed on repeat until she could stand no more. My mouth accepted all of her from base to tip, and would accept more if it had to. Her cock was like that of a goddess, and like some ancient heroine I strived to be its equal.
Rebel's legs buckled in spite of their power. With a gentler hand she guided me from her, and offered an easy smile. Something told me that if only I'd gone a little longer I'd have worn a gallon of cum back to the dorms.
"I don't think I've ever had a blowjob that good," she said. "You've got some skills, babygirl."
Saliva and precum ran down my chin. Of course I blushed. "Thank you."
"Why don't we step into my stable," she said, "and we can see about training that ass."
I hid behind my smile. No way was my ass as accommodating. Was I really up to the task?
We entered the side of the large, wooden structure. The near wall was laden with all the things a pony might need; harnesses, bridles, bits and gags; collars, leads, whips and chains. There was even equipment for branding if anyone was filly enough. The pens were bare save for the padded floor, mattresses and blankets. It wasn't often that the ponies actually slept there, but it was a convenient place to rest while training.
Rebel saunted toward the open pen over which her name had been etched into a wood plate. It was only then that I noticed the plug between the cheeks of her ass, held with what had to be force enough to crush a diamond. Her plaited tail brushed the back of her knees with every step. I could only imagine the cock hard enough to enter.
She guided me inside and pressed my back to the wall. I quivered as her hand explored my chest and inched toward the zip of my squirt. Next to her I was tiny; her height, her breasts, her cock, even her thirsty brown eyes were enough for a girl to lose herself.
I didn't resist as she undressed me, letting my blouse fall to the floor without ceremony, and skirt to land in a heap around my ankles. My caged clit and tight little pearls were on display. Rebel ran her fingers over them, though there was far from anything there to hold. A gasp betrayed me as her monster tensed and arced toward her abdomen.
"Such a tender little thing," she said. She whispered hotly into my ear. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
True to her word, Rebel guided me to turn so that I faced the glossy wood panels. Her hands ran down my side, and pulled my hips back. My cheeks parted, and my puckering hole tasted the air. It was still slick with lube after I'd fingered myself in Study Hall. She pressed a finger of her own inside me, and curled deeper than any other digit could reach. With skill the Academy sought to bestow, she zeroed immediately on the hidden, chestnut-sized gland prized by girls like us, and began to stroke. It stirred to life, prompting the need for touch.
"Relax," she said, and kissed the back of my neck. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby girl. You'll enjoy it. I promise."
Rebel rocked back and forth, and while fingering ran her cockhead in time along the length of my perineum. Her pre-cum marked a trail along my skin, jumped the ring of the chastity cage and straddled between my pearls. Looking down it appeared for a moment that I had an engorged black cock of my own, though I'd never be strong enough to carry it.
I flushed with cold and tensed. What was I thinking? I'd never fit all of that! Being a size queen was fun in theory, though few people ever earned that status - outside of Aphrodite Academy, anyway.
"Shhh." Rebel pressed harder, deeper, though eased her pace. "I told you I'd take care of you. You'll regret it if you turn back now."
Her finger was long and deliberate, prompting a tiny gasp. I could have cum from that alone given enough time, but that would be a waste. Drawing slow breaths, I relaxed around her, making room for another finger, then a third. They became rigid, and as they moved in and out twisted to test how loose I could be.
"Have you taken a fist before?"
I nodded.
"She must have small hands," she said. "I assume `she'. None of the men on staff would fit. But when I'm done, who knows?"
The thought was as hot as it was terrifying, and only made it harder to stay open for her. Rebel drew her cock back, and removed her fingers one digit at a time. The sudden emptiness was torture! But I wouldn't have to wait for long.
"I'm going to slide the head in," she said. This was it. The moment of truth.
Her rich, dark bulb pressed against me, beckoning to be let in. I fought to ease around her, and felt the soft burn of my hole stretching. She'd only just entered, and already I was half full. My legs trembled as she sat, allowing my body the chance to get used to her. I moaned. The pressure was like nothing else. My clit strained against the steel nub, as though getting hard would somehow allow more room.
"I'm going to fuck you now, slowly, a bit at a time," Rebel said. One hand pressed down on my shoulder, the other grasped my hip as she started to rock. Though it was only a half to an inch pushing into me, it's width made short work of my resistence.
My breathing slowed, and my body acquiesced to her. Rebel was a deft hand at breaking a girl in. Slowly but surely she drove deeper, finding corners of myself I'd yet to discover on my own. Her hardness practically crushed my button, leaving little room for its contents except as dribblings between my legs.
It didn't take long for my strength to dwindle. The barriers against her fell, and I was jelly in Rebel's embrace. Her forearm reached around, propping my body up, keeping me in line with her majestic cock. She quickened her pace, and thrust with incredible power. Of course, this was her taking it easy.
I was her ragdoll, small and limp, devoid of any coherent thought as she continued to fuck. All I had was the pulsing fullness in my belly, and the orgasmic waves rushing outward.
She grunted. "You like that?"
Somehow I found it in me to nod.
Rebel hummed. "We'll make a proper butt slut out of you yet. Look at you, taking all of that dick. Soon you'll have all the ponies mounting you."
The thought of endless fucking sent me flying over the edge. Watery cum spurt from the slit in my cage, over my thighs, socks, shoes and the stable floor. I came in quantities I didn't think was possible, and trembled as a cool rush ran over my limbs.
"Good girl," Rebel said, and as if by force of will gave the heavy thrusts toward her release. She tensed, arcing higher inside me, and filled my hole with warmth.
I ached as she pulled out. Now that I'd known a pony's cock I didn't want to be without it. Cum poured from my pouting gape, running down the valley between my legs, eventually mingling with the drops hanging from my cage. My head swirled with the vaguest of thoughts, lost in a haze of want.
With the ease afforded by her strength, Rebel flipped me over and pressed my back to the wall. She pinned me with her body, massaged one breast and invaded my mouth with her tongue. All I could do was savor the hot, wet taste in appreciation.
Soon she eased back, and without her support I slid to the mattress. A wide, sticky pool billowed out of my hole. Rebel beamed with pride, and so did I. Her still semi-hard cock swung with all the heft of a baseball bat. It glistened all the way to the base. Had I really taken the whole thing?
"Hit me up again if you need a refresher," she said, and sauntered toward the showers.
I don't know how long I sat in the afterglow, but by the time I found my feet, dinner was served in the cafeteria. I could hardly eat; I'd already been filled once that day, and would soon be filled again. Practice makes perfect, after all, and a passing grade had my name on it.