Broken

I woke up from my nap feeling refreshed. The clock on the wall said it was four p.m., so I must have slept for only a few hours. I quickly swung my legs out off of the couch, quickly pulling myself to my feet. I wobbled for a moment before I regained balance, somewhat off by the time spent sleeping.

I could hear faint crying coming from my room as I walked into my kitchen. I winced, the sound still hitting a part of my mind.

“What am I doing?” I asked myself out loud. This has got to be the worst personality change I have ever gone through. Half of me wants to continue with this as long as I’m here, and the rest either doesn’t care or is demanding that I stop.

I shook my head, shrugging off the thoughts. The side of me that wanted to continue had won, by a large margin. Now it was time to do what I originally intended to do after my nap: To have some fun with my other ‘guest’, Flitter.

I walked down the stairs to the basement, pausing for a moment at a small window. Yep, still in a cave. Not that I needed to look to confirm that. I continued walking, pausing outside of the door to the room – actually, more of a very large closet, the size of my bed – that she was in. I heard breathing on the other side, but nothing else. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked onto the padded floor, which still had the sleeping bag laid out on it. Luckily, I was barefoot. I didn’t want to ruin it, did I?

Flitter was lying on the middle of the sleeping bag, awake. The moment I stepped in, she gave me a look of utter hate.

“I know what you did.” She said in an accusing tone.

“So?” I said. “Good luck getting out and telling anybody about it. Even if you manage to get out of your ropes, you have to find your way through my house, out of the dozens of turns and passages in the caves, and have a chance of getting eaten in the forest. In short, you have no chance.” I may have been lying about the cave part, but I wanted to present it to her as being inescapable.

“Besides,” I added for extra effect. “Who knows if there are Changelings in these caves? I’ve never explored the fully, so I don’t know, but you might find out.” That was pure bullshit, considering there were no other tunnels in this cavern, but I wasn’t above lying at this point.

“Anyway, you know what I’m here for.” I said while quickly taking off my pants.

“You can go buck yourself.” She said in a no-nonsense tone, as if expecting me to listen.

I gave a small smile. “Why bother with myself when I have you here?”

“It’s not right!” She said in a loud tone. This time, I knelt on the ground and lifted her body up, with her hind legs supporting her and her front legs folding forward, leaving her in a position with her ass sticking up slightly. Flitter squirmed and tried to move as I held her up with one hand, the other working to get the rest of my clothes off. Finally accomplishing this, I stood on my knees and brought my manhood to face her prominent mound.

“See if I care.” I said as I started to slide in, one hand guiding my dick. I nearly groan out loud in pure bliss as I penetrated her, the walls of her pussy pressing in by reflex, making it even harder to progress. By contrast, she let out what sounded like a combination between a cry and a moan, and she quite literally jammed her face into the sleeping bag to suppress any sounds.

I continued to push my dick into her depths, enjoying every sensation I got out of it. Finally, with the usual burst of pleasure I received when my dick brushed her cervix, I found that, in this position, I still had an inch to go. Pressing forward, the head of my cock pushed again the entrance to her womb. Finally, with one final shove, I penetrated it.

It was incredibly tight, and it took all of my willpower to keep from moaning out in sheer pleasure. Flitter, on the other hand, seemed to be doing her best not to scream. Ignoring the mare and focusing on my goal, I slowly pulled out until only the tip of my cock remained, before shoving back in.

With this, I started to rhythmically fuck her, pushing in and out, slowly and slowing going faster. My dick literally felt like it was going to explode, and so did my balls, but I struggled to hold back.

I slowed down to a halt, wanting to perform one of the things I had not done with her. Moving my dick out of her slit, I raised it up an inch, going for another hole.

“No!” She raised her head to say to me, tears visible as she turned her head back towards me. “You can’t!”

Not bothering to answer, I slowly pushed in. Thankfully, my dick was already well-lubed from fucking her pussy, so, while incredibly tight, I was able to make headway. I was having the time of my life, while she was probably going through the biggest torture in hers.

Slowly at first, and then faster, I started to fuck her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy, which I would have found hard to believe a few minutes earlier, and I was enjoying every second of it.

I started to pound her harder and hard, slowly bringing myself to the point of no return. And, with a grunt, I reached it. Pleasure shot through my mind as I emptied myself into her. Although I was practically shooting blanks at this point, I didn’t care. Once I finished, I pulled out and quickly started to gather up my cloths, leaving her unsupported rear to fall over on its side.

“You… You monster…” She said softly.

“I am not a monster.” I snapped. “I am what I am, but I am not a monster.”

With that, I opened the door and walked out of the room, sagging slightly. The clock on the wall told me it was only 4:58, so I had plenty of time to rest. Being that I was in a cave, night and day didn’t matter much to me anymore.

I sat down in my kitchen and started making my dinner. After all, even I had to eat. After making a sandwich and wolfing it down, I started to think of what keeping two mares inside the house would be like. I had to account for food and water (neither of which were a problem), bathroom breaks (would become a problem in the future, but I could deal with that later), and the fact that, inevitably, they would try to escape.

Therefore, I had to plan out my next steps carefully.

Or they might be my last.