Gluk... gluk... gluk...
The unfamiliar sound slowly roused the Gallifreyan from unconsciousness. The Doctor opened his eyes and blinked a few times. As the cloudy, gray ceiling stared back at him, he tried to stretch out his arms in order to relax his tense muscles. Instead of relief, a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine, breaking his train of thought while the sound of a particularly wet slurp met his ears.
The Doctor’s eyes widened, his back arched to the ceiling, and he struggled against his bindings. He cursed silently once his eyes traced along his bare chest, arms, and down to his hips. What stared back at him was beyond his imagination.
Orange eyes met the alien’s gaze as the interloper slowly pulled her muzzle up, allowing the built-up saliva in her mouth to leak down onto the Doctor’s exposed cockhead and shaft. Spitfire gasped for air as she held the saliva-coated cock in her forehooves. She smirked back at the man and broke their gaze to stare at his chest.
The Doctor was completely naked.
“What the...”
The Doctor squirmed against his bindings once more to test them, and upon realizing it was rope that bound him, he looked back to his captor. It was a long shot, but it didn’t hurt to ask.
“Would you mind letting me go?”
Spitfire’s smirk intensified as she lowered her head against her prize. Her tongue slowly slipped out of her muzzle and circled around the Doctor’s head, lighting up the sensitive flesh with every swish and flick. To accentuate her answer, she shook her head and sucked the tip of the Doctor’s cock into her mouth, letting out a soft moan against the flesh as she hummed and worked her hot, wet tongue over her prisoner.
The Doctor winced as his body’s carnal instincts continued to respond to the equine’s touches. A low groan emitted from the Doctor’s throat as his cock throbbed in Spitfire’s maw, but that was all the submission he was going to allow. His fists clenched as he surveyed his surroundings to try and find a possible route out of this equine’s mouth.
He was laying down on a bed made of the most comfortable material he ever had the pleasure of experiencing. He rubbed his cheek against the material, if only to figure out what he was laying on. Thunder crackled above the Doctor and his eyes shifted to the ceiling, where the clouds that formed it were starting to swirl around and darken.
“So that’s it... I’m laying on a cloud!” The Doctor grinned, his attention completely on this new phenomena while his captor tried and failed to get his attention.
“I’ve never seen anything like this! Granted, I’ve seen cases where clouds were created inside of rooms and manipulated into a shape. I’m pretty sure it’s scientifically possible to make a cloud hold matter that is heavier than itself.” The Doctor looked towards Spitfire, who was slurping down another few inches of his shaft in order to get his attention. It worked, but not in the way that she intended.
“Did you make this?” the Doctor asked, the smile on his face mimicking that of a child’s on Christmas Day.
Spitfire’s eyes narrowed before she slowly pulled off of the Doctor’s cock with a soft pop. A small trail of saliva connected her mouth to her prize before she immediately broke it with an irritated statement. “Are you kidding me? You wake up to a free blowjob, and you’re wondering about the damn bed!?”
The Doctor blinked.
“A talking equine? I’ve never seen such a thing in my life! What kind of world did the TARDIS bring me to?”
His eyes widened at the sudden realization.
“What a minute, what in the bloody hell am I doing in a world like this?! Clouds can support humans, ponies can fly, and apparently this one does not care about the consequences of inter-species sex.”
Spitfire growled as she tightened her forelegs on the Doctor’s cock. “Are you even paying attention to me?”
The Doctor blinked a few more times as his thoughts finally dissipated. “Oh, um,” he gave the room one more glance before he smiled. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m the Doctor, resident Time Lord.” The Doctor tried to extend his hand, but remembered the rope and merely squirmed his right hand politely while his smile slowly faded to a feared smirk.
Spitfire sat on the Doctor’s knees, looking behind her to make sure that the rope that bound his ankles was still intact and tight. Just like her, the rope wasn’t going anywhere. “Is that all you’re going to say?” Spitfire asked as her forelegs pumped the Doctor’s cock a few times to make sure that it was still hard and ready. It throbbed in response, its musk wafting to Spitfire’s muzzle. Her vision started to haze over. Her mouth watered and her hind legs clenched together from the smell, a soft moan coming from the mare. Spitfire lowered her head to taste his cock again, but the Doctor quickly interrupted.
“Wait!”
Spitfire stopped and blinked, her tongue halfway out of her mouth. She growled and closed it. Her tail swished left and right, wafting her scent through the air while she clenched her teeth. Another small exhale left her as her grip on his dick intensified. “What?” she asked, her patience completely gone gone.
The Doctor let out a small, nervous laugh. “Well, I’m only assuming that this is some sort of welcoming gesture that your kind give to us visitors. I... would rather you didn’t. As much as I understand that sex is good every now and again, I do not recommend having it with me.”
Spitfire lightly breathed out at the word “sex”. Her hips seemed to move on their own. The fur of her rump brushed against the Doctor’s legs and Spitfire looked to the ceiling as she let out a soft moan. She continued to grind her core against the Doctor’s legs, tilting her head down to look at this new creature in the eye. Her tail swished back and forth, her musk permeating the air as she tried (but failed) to keep her breathing at a reasonable pace. All she managed to do was gasp, moan, and exhale in a myriad of combinations that had no logical pattern.
The Doctor tilted his head up and took a whiff of the air. Within moments, he identified it.
“Estrus.”
He felt a chill go down his spine. “So... about letting me g-”
The Doctor gasped out, his response cut short as Spitfire slurped every inch of his cock back into her mouth, easily bypassing her gag reflex as it pushed into her throat. She moved forward, her forelegs softly shaking from her body’s desire to reject the object that was choking her. After a moment or two, Spitfire pulled back until she was up and off of his cock, a small strand of saliva dripping onto the head as she pulled away.
The Doctor started to pant while Spitfire gasped a lungful of air. She smirked and let out a small laugh. “Not a chance... Doctor,” Spitfire replied as she released the Doctor’s cock. It slapped against his stomach, the full twelve inches throbbing and pointing towards its owner as Spitfire pressed her chest against his stomach. Her fur tickled him at first, until she placed all of her weight onto his bare body. Spitfire slowly slid her chest up the Doctor’s skin, tickling him until her muzzle was finally underneath his neck. She gave his neck a small kiss as her left foreleg trailed along the Doctor’s sides. She clamped her lips down on his neck, a small guttural moan leaving her throat as she pulled back. A nice, red hickey stained the Doctor’s flesh, saliva slowly leaking down his neck until it soaked into the bed sheets.
Spitfire ground her hips against the Doctor’s chest, locking her gaze with him as her sweaty mane stuck to her face. Her lovelips painted a small trail down his chest, her juices sticking to his skin and slowly leaking down onto the bed sheets. She let out a small chuckle and softly moaned out as she felt her clit grind against the Doctor’s skin from one particularly hard push. “Ah... hah... heh... I’m gonna fuck you raw.”
The Doctor merely laughed nervously again and struggled against the ropes once more, but came up short as Spitfire painted his chest with her pussy juices. “I wouldn’t... I really... really wouldn’t.”
This wasn’t right. He was a Gallifreyan! Animal instincts were far beyond his species! He didn’t need to have sex. There was no time for it when he was too busy saving the world! He had to get out of this predicament, but he knew that he was pretty much fucked, the use of words completely intended. His TARDIS was nowhere to be seen. His Sonic Screwdriver was probably somewhere along with his clothes, leaving his metaphorical one alone and out for the mare. A simple glance around the room told him that he didn’t have his clothes nearby. He was tied up and under the complete mercy of this talking equine. The Doctor broke his gaze with his captor for a moment to stare at Spitfire’s wings, which pointed towards the walls, completely stiff and unmoving.
“So... she’s a pegasus as well. Even if I do run, she’s just going to catch me.”
The Doctor shuddered at the mental image of falling off of a cloud before Spitfire catches and imprisons him in her room again for another fuck. He sighed.
“I guess there’s no reason to resist. I might as well let her enjoy herself... I just can’t cum... for the love of Gallifrey I can’t cum.”
A jolt of pleasure shot up the Doctor’s spine, immediately bringing him back to reality at the sudden, unfamiliar feeling on his cock. Spitfire had slid back to the Doctor’s side and grabbed his cock in her hind hooves. She kept her eyes on him as her left hoof slowly circled around his shaft, rubbing her fur along the throbbing length, occasionally stroking over veins and melting the facade that the Doctor was trying so hard to keep. A glob of precum formed at the tip of his dick, and Spitfire raised a hind hoof to press down on it. The Doctor gasped as Spitfire rubbed her toned hoof around the head, smudging the precum all over the sensitive flesh before she ran her fur down the shaft, moistening it with all the precum she was given.
Spitfire lowered her hind hoof and grinned. “Ever had a hoof-job before?”
The Doctor shook his head. “No, and I really don’t want one, thank you.” His eyes widened and his head hit the pillow as Spitfire squished his cock against her hind hooves, his cock practically leaking precum due to her expert ministrations.
Spitfire chuckled. “Such an ungrateful little... whatever you are.” Spitfire raised to her hind knees and inched over to the Doctor’s head until her core hovered above his face. “You see this right here? Colts and mares would kill to see this pussy.”
The Doctor stared at Spitfire’s marehood, only to close one eye in pain. She was practically leaking in lust. Strands of her precum painted the Doctor’s face, covering him in the heated goo while her puffy lips quivered from his sudden intervention. The Doctor had accidentally blew a steady breeze onto Spitfire’s lips from the pain of the liquids in his eye. She moaned out, her forehooves tensing against the bed sheets. She couldn’t take it anymore. Spitfire squished her pussy lips against the Doctor’s mouth, strands of her precum leaking down his chin and cheeks while her musk met his nose. He had no choice but to inhale.
Spitfire moaned out as she slid her hind legs underneath the Doctor’s neck, cradling him as she stretched her body over the Gallifreyan’s chest until her mouth was level with his cock. Once more, she traced her tongue along the head, lapping up a glob of precum in the process before she inched forward. “I’ve never had a dick like this before,” Spitfire muttered before she slid the Doctor’s cock into her muzzle.
Spitfire let out a soft moan, her vision starting to grow hazy as the Gallifreyan cock throbbed and shot another bead of precum down her throat. Her hips rubbed across the Doctor’s face, splattering her juices all over him, eventually leaking into his hair while he could do nothing but endure it. He managed to calm his breathing so that he wouldn’t be smothered by the mare’s overzealousness, but because of this and her rampant rubbing, he wasn’t able to provide any ministrations to her otherwise begging pussy. When her juices weren’t leaking all over his face, Spitfire’s fur soaked up the runoff juices, rubbing them off of the Doctor’s face like a towel after a shower.
Spitfire continued to grind while she slurped down more cock, eliciting a groan from the otherwise passive Doctor. She wanted more... more cock... more grinding... more pleasure from this alien’s face. Whenever his nose bumped up against her clit, she always thought she was going to lose it right there, as she ground against the nub and felt the warmth of the Doctor’s hot face on her slit. She bobbed up and down a few times, slathering her prize in spit before she pulled up and off with a small pop. One of her forehooves slid between the Doctor’s legs to cradle and massage his balls, which only coaxed more precum to shoot out. The clear liquid shot and splattered across Spitfire’s cheek. The mare’s smirk only grew wider. She was getting close.
The Doctor tried to turn his face away from Spitfire’s marehood, but even the slightest movement of his head would immediately alert her. Her hind legs would clench, and his head would be under Spitfire’s mercy as she reenacted a Jackson Pollock painting on his face. The mare sucked every inch of the Gallifreyan’s cock into her mouth, feeling the head hit the back of her throat. She wiped part of her mane out of her face with a forehoof as she held back her gag reflex. Her eyes watered and she slid a few inches out, allowing her built up saliva to pool and leak down the Doctor’s shaft before she would lap it back up with her tongue and swallow.
The Doctor emitted another guttural moan as more precum leaked onto his lips from Spitfire’s grinding. His body felt like it was on fire and the pressure building in his stomach was slowly starting to alarm him. His lungs begged for air as he tried to talk, but once he opened his mouth, Spitfire ground her pussy against his mouth and nearly melted as the Doctor closed his lips again. His lips briefly dragged across her marehood as he shut his mouth, and he started to grow more alarmed as his pleasure built.
“I can’t cum in her mouth... I’ll never get out of here if I do! I just have to hold it in... hold it until she gets bored. Yeah... that’ll work.”
Spitfire closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she continued to gyrate her hips. Her moan was slightly muffled from the dick in her mouth, so she continued after the Doctor failed yet again to provide her with pleasure. She needed it... she needed his cock. She was practically dripping with desire, so why was she waiting? Shouldn’t she just suck every inch of his cock into her pussy right now and fuck him senseless? She wanted to... but as another deposit of drool slid down her throat, her desire to suck overpowered her animal instincts. Her irises slowly started to darken, changing color with the sky as the sun slowly started to set over the horizon.
Spitfire’s irises flashed pink before settling on a deep, blood red. She increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down with a newfound fervor, a fervor that put all of her previous blowjobs to shame. Her hoof softly kneaded the Doctor’s balls, coaxing more cum to be made inside of the foal filling factory while her throat practically became a sheathe for the Doctor’s cock. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth, while she choked out gluk gluk gluk sounds in response to the obstruction that constantly poked the back of her throat.
The Doctor’s eyes widened at the equine’s sudden energy and he once again struggled against the ropes, feeling the burns beginning to flare up once more. “Oh no, please don’t tell me that you are swallowing!” he managed to choke out while Spitfire’s pussy was rubbing against his forehead and hair, soaking the skin and follicles in precum. He quickly began to beg before she silenced him again. “Gallifreyan cum is not meant for other species! Please, please don’t swallow! FOR THE LOVE OF...” the Doctor couldn’t resist groaning as Spitfire rubbed a forehoof along his thighs, coaxing out his orgasm. “GALLIFREY, SPIT IT OUT!”
Spitfire felt a shiver running down her spine as she squished her pussy back onto his mouth, shutting him up while she continued. As she felt the Doctor’s cock throb one too many times, Spitfire internally smirked as she slurped every single inch of his cock into the back of her throat. When the Doctor came, he came hard.
Spitfire thought she was ready for his load. After all, his cock was smaller than a stallion’s, so why should she be worried about anything that this alien could produce? She found out when she noticed she was gulping a little more than normal. The hot, gooey cum painted her throat and shot down her stomach as the Gallifreyan cock throbbed constantly, each throb eliciting another rope to follow the other. Spitfire pulled the head out of her throat and retreated a few inches off of the Doctor, feeling his cock coat the roof of her mouth and tongue with his cum as it continued to throb.
“Ah... hah... how much... is he going to... cum?”
What was left of Spitfire’s consciousness finally left her as her red irises flashed once more, brightening into a passionate ruby color. The Doctor grunted out as his cock emptied the last few bursts of cum onto Spitfire’s tongue, and he pushed his head against the mare’s core to lift her off of his face. She moved, her rump settling on his chest and the Doctor let out a sigh of relief at finally being able to smell fresh air rather than musk. However, as Spitfire pulled completely off of his cock with another soft pop, a trail of cum connecting her lips to the head, she turned around to stare into the Doctor’s eyes. The strand of cum broke and settled in the fur on her chin as she licked along her lips to gather any trace of cum that she missed. She swallowed, and then started to pant.
The Doctor felt a chill go down his spine. “You didn’t...” his breathing quickened as he raised his voice, “please tell me you didnt!”
Spitfire giggled softly as she flicked her tongue, allowing a rope of cum to leak down her muzzle and onto her chin, where it dripped onto the Doctor’s bare waist. She placed her forelegs onto the Doctor’s hips and mounted him, lining up her marehood with the quickly hardening Gallifreyan cock.
“I’ve never tasted cum as good as that.” Spitfire ground her marehood against the Doctor’s cock, staring down at it as she coaxed it back to life. Once his cock pointed towards the ceiling, Spitfire exhaled softly as she ground her outer lips against the head. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a small glob of the Doctor’s precum wiped onto her outer lips. “Ah... hah! Oh... FUCK!”
The Doctor winced at Spitfire’s sudden swear as the mare arched forward, her forehooves resting on his hips. Her mane moved with her, covering her lusty expression as her lower body completely gave way. She pressed her pussy against the Doctor’s cock, slapping it onto his stomach as she ground her lips against the shaft. He could feel her lips quiver and twitch as her first orgasm hit her like a brick wall. Her marehood clenched and squirted cum all over the Doctor’s head and shaft as her labia kissed his flesh. A dark patch formed underneath the Doctor’s hips, all of Spitfire’s marecum leaking down the Doctor’s waist and onto the bedsheets when it completed its journey.
Spitfire’s balance failed her. She collapsed on top of the Doctor, her head resting against his chest while her foggy vision tried to ameliorate itself with a few blinks. “Holy... fuck...”
The Doctor nervously smiled. “A Gallifreyan’s cum is not meant for... anyone else,” he choked out as he struggled against his bindings once more. If she was incapacitated, perhaps he could break out of the ropes and leave! However, his hopes were quickly shattered as Spitfire shifted around on him, acknowledging her awareness.
Spitfire’s vision managed to clear and she raised a forehoof to her muzzle in order to wipe off some drool that coated the sides of her mouth. After a deep breath, she slowly pulled herself back to her hind legs. She stared into the Doctor’s eyes and licked her lips. “I’ve never came that quickly before... it’s a new record,” Spitfire said as she mounted the Doctor again, his cockhead poking against her soaking labia. She bit her bottom lip and gyrated her hips, rubbing his cockhead against her tight folds and coating it in her cum.
Spitfire moaned softly while the Doctor tried, but couldn’t resist his own pleasure. He groaned as well, his fingertips grabbing the bedsheets, creating wrinkles in the cloudy fabric. “Please... I’m begging you, stop. You can’t handle... it,” the Doctor choked out, his two hearts pounding against his chest in fear.
Spitfire merely smirked and held herself still, one hoof moving between her legs to line up the Doctor’s cock. She choked out a small laugh, interrupted by a soft moan. “A Wonderbolt never flies away from a challenge...”
“But I never challenged yo--ah!”
Spitfire pushed against the Doctor’s cock and let out a moan as it slowly penetrated her folds. She gasped as the head slid into her body with one particularly hard buck. She spread her hind legs a little more as she stared down at the cock. Inch after inch, it slid into her body, lighting up her insides. Spitfire couldn’t resist. Every second, the Doctor sank into her, forcing Spitfire to moan out in lust until his balls tapped against her ass. Her eyes widened once she realized that he was jammed to the hilt inside of her. Spitfire’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she almost lost her balance. She began to fall backwards, but quickly caught herself on her forelegs and arched her back, providing the Doctor with an excellent view of what he was doing to her.
Spitfire’s knees buckled as her mouth hung ajar to emit another moan. A small strand of drool trailed down the side of her mouth, ending at her chin as her body continued to overload with pleasure. Her forehooves pressed into the bed as her vision glazed over once more. Her mouth couldn’t make any noise other than moans while her pussy lips clenched around the Doctor’s cock and constantly leaked marecum. Her whole body felt like it was going to pop.
“I can’t... I can’t take this...” Spitfire thought as she looked at the small bulge in her stomach that pointed towards the ceiling. “He’s in my womb... oh God... I’ve never had a stallion in my womb before... how is he...”
The Doctor gritted his teeth, gripped the bed, did nearly everything that he could think of in order to avoid focusing on the pleasure. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to think about something else. Rose... Rose leaving him. Or... looking at the numerous unattractive aliens that tried to kill him. This thought process completely failed as Spitfire slowly shifted her hips up, the bulge in her stomach flattening out as the Doctor’s cock sank back into her folds. Her pussy clenched onto his cock like a vicegrip, begging him to relax and let his release fill up her body with that final burst.
Spitfire dropped back down on the Doctor’s cock and uttered another combination of a moan and gasp. The bulge stuck straight out in her stomach once more as another bead of precum shot into the mare’s womb. Her insides were on fire, and with each movement on this tool of relief, her body seemed to relax, if only for moments until the burst of pleasure shot up her spine again. Spitfire started to set a pace, her hips slowly pulling up and pushing down while the evidence of her pleasure continued to leak down the Doctor’s shaft.
Spitfire stared up at the ceiling, unable to watch herself any longer, lest she lose control of her body and end this heavenly fucking. She wouldn’t have this any other way, minus perhaps the whole “rape” concept. A small thought in the back of her mind reminded her that she didn’t have to do this against the Doctor’s will, but once she pushed down and felt the head of his cock brush up against her G-Spot, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the thought was lost.
Another trail of her pussy juices leaked down the Doctor’s shaft and onto his soaked waist as Spitfire arched her back forwards, her forehooves moving to rest on the Doctor’s stomach. She continued to buck, the Doctor’s cock completely spreading her insides out and claiming this mare’s pussy as if it was its own.
“Ooh... yes... fuck yes!” Spitfire started to move faster, her hips thrusting as fast as her muscles would allow while her body clenched up and massaged the dick inside of her. “Ooh... I’m going to cum again!” Spitfire’s forehooves pressed down on the Doctor’s stomach, her red eyes staring imploringly into the Doctor’s hues as she hilted herself on his cock. Spitfire’s frame shuddered while she held the Doctor’s cock inside of her stomach, cum leaking out of her precious folds and joining the mess that was the bed sheets. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her neck relaxed, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she began to pant.
The Doctor clenched his teeth, balled his hands into fists, and closed his eyes. Once he felt his cock being slurped up into Spitfire’s womb, the heat and pleasure that surged through his body was unparalleled. Every part of him filled up with pleasure, lust, and the desire to let go of the bubble of pleasure in his body. He needed to cum. He would go crazy without it!
“I can’t... I can’t let go...” he mumbled, as if saying it aloud was going to convince him. “I can’t cum...”
Spitfire’s body failed her. The only thing that kept her upright was her tense forelegs as she came. Spitfire’s womb readied an egg at the sound of “cum” as the Doctor held himself back. Spitfire’s forelegs started to relax and she arched herself forward, her legs the only thing keeping her from collapsing on the Doctor’s chest. As she arched forward, the walls of her womb kissed the Doctor’s cock head, and he lost it.
He couldn’t moan, he couldn’t think, he could only cum. The Doctor’s cock throbbed before it burst inside of Spitfire’s body. Ropes of cum lined Spitfire’s womb, and in seconds, her womb was completely full, no doubt drowning the egg inside of her in foal fluid. The cum lined her walls and filled every crevice of her insides until it leaked out of Spitfire’s lips, coating the Doctor’s waist and balls in their new mixture. Spitfire’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she collapsed on the Doctor’s chest, her chest rising and falling while more cum leaked out of her marehood. Her forelegs slid down to his hips and held him still as she tried, but failed, to pull herself off of him. She was completely impaled on his cock, and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Ahh... hah... fffuck... you came inside... ooh... fuck yes...”
The Doctor’s cock finally began to soften, but Spitfire refused to pull up and off of him. She raised her head to look into the alien’s spaced out eyes. A smirk formed across her face as she straightened her back and mounted the Doctor once more. “I need more... more cum...”
The Doctor’s eyes widened, and he tried to struggle.
“No! No let me go! You don’t need it! Control yourself!”
Spitfire giggled as she placed her forehooves onto the Doctor’s waist and gyrated her own hips to coax the alien cock back to life inside of her. Her ruby hues met the Doctor’s and she licked her lips. “Make me into a cum dumpster... please,” Spitfire begged.
“NO!”
The Doctor shook his head. “THIS IS WHY TIME LORDS DON’T HAVE SEX! YOU DON’T NEED IT! WHOEVER YOU ARE, FIGHT IT!”
“Ahh.. You’re getting hard again. Please... give me more. I need it...”
The Doctor’s vision started to haze, and his struggling ceased as the last of his energy left him. “I can’t fight... any longer,” he muttered as Spitfire began to bounce on his cock once more. With those final words, his eyes closed as his consciousness left him.
~~~
“Ah... hah... more... I need more...”
“Please... it’s been three days... I can’t take any more...”
The Doctor gasped for air as Spitfire bucked down on him for the thousandth time. His entire body felt like it was on fire as his major organs fought to simply keep him conscious. His eyes drooped closed every few moments, his muscles completely failed to give up any sort of struggle, and a thin layer of drool ran down the side of his mouth. He blinked to stay awake and looked at his captor.
Spitfire moaned out as she arched her hips towards the Doctor, giving him a beautiful view of his sore cock as it plunged in and out of her body. The mare’s entire core, waist, and stomach was coated in cum. A bulge unparalleled by any possible unhealthy diet took up her stomach, as if the mare’s body decided to appease the cock inside of it by allowing him more room to cum. Whether it was dried or fresh, it didn’t matter, since a whole new load was going to replace the old cum whenever Spitfire managed to coax it out of him. Spitfire’s tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted and continued to move.
“Body... hurts... doesn’t matter... if I get... cum,” Spitfire muttered, before emitting another loud moan as the Doctor’s cock arched into her G-spot with one good thrust.
The Doctor’s heartbeat started to slow, and his eyes closed as the tension from his body completely left him. His cock shot another few ropes of cum into Spitfire’s awaiting snatch as his hearts stopped. His body started to slowly glow a yellowish color, as both hearts tried and failed to restart themselves. The glow brightened, blinding Spitfire with its intensity, but the mare merely closed her eyes and continued to move.
The Doctor’s body slowly started to shorten as his bare arms and legs started to widen. His face elongated into a snout while his hair disappeared from his head and elongated along his neck, which also started to grow out. His cock, which remained tall and hard, changed with his body. The tip became flared, and it grew at least a few inches in length until the bulge in Spitfire’s body looked more like a phallic child. His whole body was now covered in fur, but it still burned with the pain of his imprisonment. He hadn’t eaten since he woke up in this mare’s hooves, and now, as he looked into the mare’s eyes, he could see the slightest glimpse of a pony staring back at him. He tried to yell out, but merely lost consciousness once more.
Spitfire placed her forehooves on Time Turner’s newly-formed hourglass cutie mark and grinned. “More cock... more to love...”
Author's Note
First HIE fic. But... since it's the Doctor, I guess it isn't technically HiE. HA! I haven't touched that genre yet! But yeah, hope you like this story, TC. I know I'm going to like what you wrote.
