Interspecies Request Series

“Look at you! What kind of a Dog are you?!”

“That figure! So pathetic! That's not what our kind are all about!”

“Terrible. Just terrible. You've been that way all your life.”

“I slept with her once. I couldn't even get in. She's got a snatch that could bend steel. And I thought her looks were bad...”

Cosette Bagatelle had lived with such comments all her life in one of the deeper Diamond Dog Colonies under Equestria. It was fairly isolated; above-ground it would have been called 'quaintly rural' on good days, and 'ludicrously hickish' on bad ones. The folk ran the gamut from strongly traditional to intentionally backwards.

She stood out not just because of her pristine white coat, but because of her general looks. It was more than simply being of the smallest breed of Dog, with her jowls less pronounced than a male's might be. Her shoulders were narrower than the average female of her breed and age, though her arms still flared to large hands as normal. Her hips, however, were very slim. She lacked the birthing hips and soft buttocks of other females. She had a masculine construction, despite having teats of good size on her belly.

Compounding the trouble, as discovered by those who had had the inclination to try and sleep with her, was that her sex was tight. Painfully tight. It wasn't just being a virgin. Even after a painfully awkward first time she was like an unforgiving vise. Penises, fingers, toys. It didn't matter. She whined and whimpered while her partners either had some pained expressions of their own or simply complained.

She was practically an outcast in her own little fungus-farming community. Folks whispered about her, pointing and staring, or shouted out their unkind words openly, without repercussion. Dog women prided themselves on their generous figures and enshrined that look as healthy and proper. She was very much an aberration. Nothing held her there, which made it so easy when she just walked away from it all. She took a supply of food, some magic gems for warmth and light, and a few pieces of clothing, needing nothing else. She had lived with as little all her life.

Her path away from home involved little-used tunnels leading up and away to areas never developed, as well as a few of her own impromptu tunnels which she backfilled to ensure she remained alone. She wound her way through dirt and stone, camping in self-made spaces or in the crevices she opened into. Time meant nothing. It was all just a comfortable period of being alone, without hurtful comments. That was enough for her purposes.

One of her burrowing endeavors opened up into a large cavern, filled with stalactites and stalagmites, and a stream of clear water rushing down the center of it. Magical gems studded the walls, providing ample light, while various types of edible fungus grew wild in the humid environment. It seemed almost too good to be true, yet it was right before her eyes.

Cosette slowly walked along the shore of the quick-moving river, scooping up a handful of it to get a smell and taste. It was clear and perfect, carrying a distinct taste of several very flavorful dissolved minerals. She could set herself up, tend the fungi, and live quite comfortably, all alone. No need to wander any longer, she had found quite the lovely new home.

Reaching the far end of the cavern, where the river entered through a split in the wall, she found some evidence of prior habitation. There was a rough, circular 'nest' of ground, filled with coal dust and showing some evidence of minor charring. She hadn't seen anyone else but she immediately went on the defensive, crouching down and darting her eyes around. “Is anyone here? I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted a place to stay...”

“No one is here...” A gruff voice said, the sound echoing around and obscuring the point of origin. “I cannot be called anyone...”

“What's that? Who said that?” Cosette asked, starting to peek behind the large rock formations, seeking the source of the voice.

“No one said it... but I spoke...” said the voice. From behind one of the larger stalagmites lumbered a large, dark, bipedal figure. It looked to be made of stone, more particularly, coal. The head looked vaguely like a donkey, with glowing orange eyes, while the rest of the body resembled a Diamond Dog. Small orange lines of magic crossed the body, pulsing faintly. “I am not a being. I was made by ponykind...”

Cosette staggered back a bit, shocked to hear the magic-infused pile of sculpted coal speak. She looked over the creature's form in awe and shock. “Amazing. Who made you... and how? And why?”

“It was years ago,” the creature said, standing tall and staring straight ahead. “A unicorn mage wished for a living heater for his various potions, able to think and control temperature properly. He gave me life by rune and magical gems implanted in me and set me to work. I did my work as commanded.”

“Why aren't you still there?” She asked.

“The old mage had many skills, spells and potions... but none to live forever,” the coal creature said succinctly.

“Oh... I'm sorry...” Cosette said, looking down.

“He was my creator, but I did not respect him because of it. I respected him because he made me with a name. He called me Kohler,” Kohler said.

“Kohler... that's a nice name,” Cosette said. She had no idea what to say or do. “Why are you here, then? Why aren't you still there where he was?”

“He made me with a mind. And a heart. Heart enough to know it was not a good place, with memories still intact, remembering what had been. I tunneled through the earth until I found this large space. It sufficed. And what of you? What has brought you to this cavern?” Kohler asked.

“I... left home because no one wanted me there. They said as much,” Cosette confessed, looking down.

“That was unkind of them,” Kohler said, lowering himself to one knee and opening his huge coal arms. “I learned from ponykind that embraces heal hurts.”

Cosette was taken aback for a moment, on several levels. She knew magical constructs could have thoughts but not necessarily feelings. She also couldn't imagine embracing a hunk of stone. And, his coal body was likely to soil her pristine coat. Still, she stepped forward and opened her arms. “Th-thank you.”

“It seemed necessary,” Kohler rumbled, his stony arms closing around Cosette's body. The lines on his body pulsed, the orange color fading a bit. He pulled his grip in, until he found a pressure that felt right.

Cosette squeezed Kohler's rocky body and found it surprisingly warm. The temperature was just above that of a Dog, but not too much above. It was actually a very comforting warmth. She drank in the comforting feel, barely noticing that she was hugging coal. Her cheek rubbed Kohler's broad chest and she sighed. “May I stay here in your cavern?”

“If you find me inoffensive, I will not push you away,” Kohler said, holding the hug.

Cosette eventually pulled away, looking down at herself. As she had thought, she was covered in coal dust. There was even a streak along her cheek where she had nuzzled Kohler's chest. She smiled brightly and rose up as much as she could to kiss Kohler on the cheek, getting another smear of coal, which she simply licked up. “Thank you...” She said. He was made of very pure anthracite, though was still shedding powdery bits.

“I had company all my existence. I may suffice by myself, but I enjoy others,” Kohler said, standing back up after getting the kiss.

Time wore on after that, Cosette setting herself up comfortably in the cavern. She lived by the little nest that Kohler had created. She enjoyed his variable warmth, feeling very cozy as she dozed near him. He was also useful, as he could serve as a cooking fire for her various fungus recipes, including soups. He did not need to eat, he only absorbed magical energy from the environment and occasional direct charges from the magical gems studding the cavern.

Though he said little, Kohler would always converse when spoken to. He was quite wise, having picked up knowledge of many subjects in the employ of the mage. He was a comforting presence, and was not judgmental at all. She didn't mind the occasional smears of coal dust that came from giving him the odd hug when she wanted to thank him for his allowing her to stay or when he helped her cook. She even kissed him, because the taste of the anthracite dust on her lips was actually good.

Some time after Cosette was lounging in Kohler's lap, having grown comfortable enough to be physically close to him. She stroked a white hand along his broad, rocky chest and looked contemplatively at his donkey-like face. “Kohler...” she said softly.

He turned to look down at her with his glowing, orange eyes. “Yes, Cosette?”

“I feel... so close to you. Closer than I ever felt to anyone. Maybe it's just my loneliness, having been insulted by others but... I think it's because you've been so kind. You were here for me when I needed you, and have helped me so much, made me feel so safe... and warm...” she laughed a little and patted between the sculpted pectoral slabs, over one of the orange lines of magic. “Thank you.”

“I enjoy your presence. More so even than the mage who made me. He always had a distance from me, his creation. But you never placed that gap. You have treated me like a natural being, even if I was made by ponykind. I thank you for such kind treatment,” Kohler replied, stroking a hand between Cosette's ears, as he knew she liked.

Cosette leaned into the stroking, his tail wagging rapidly and a smile playing on her lips. “I... I don't know how to ask this...”

“Please do not feel hesitation. I do not judge. I only speak the truth,” Kohler said, increasing his warmth a touch to add some extra comfort.

The extra warmth had the desired effect, Cosette sighing deeply and snuggling into the warmth. “I... need to know if... you were made like a real being... capable of... physical affection...”

Kohler was silent for a long moment, being still as he usually was. “The mage believed in absolute propriety in my creation. Though my parts were capable of being hidden away, I have them. And I do feel sensations that could be thought of as pleasure. I ma not say as much on that subject, but I do enjoy your touch, and your closeness.”

“I'd like to... at least see. I mean... I told you of my... problem... but maybe... I could try and do something. I might be better with someone who has actual affection for me, rather than just someone I happened to be with,” Cosette said, a blush burning on her coal-smeared cheeks.

Kohler carefully lifted Cosette from his lap and set her down on the floor of the cavern, before rising up to his full height. He stepped his legs out a bit, the orange lines glowing more brightly, the brightness eventually reaching and concentrating on his bare crotch. A mystical sigil appeared over the area and the coal began to mold into a new shape. A smooth, simple penis curved down, made of the same anthracite as the rest of his body, but with even more shine. It was not of an excessive size, it looked about proper on his frame. Below there came a shiny set of spheres that more than made up for the modest size of the penis. As before, the testicle analogues were quite shiny and eye-catching.

Cosette looked on the process, first with intellectual fascination, then with a certain amount of awe. She looked over the length, which rose up to a spire of shining darkness, but could not stop herself from continually looking down to the hanging orbs, which seemed to pulse with power. Penis and testes both had orange lines running over them, shining with magic and giving the area a wonderful warmth. “Amazing...”

“From my understanding I was made with only a modest maleness. I feel nothing about that, it was how I was made. But I imagined females would have comments.”

“Given my condition, I can say that it's a pleasant surprise. What gets me more are those... well... briquettes that you have there...” Cosette whispered, pointing a timid finger at the generous balls and subtly licking her lips.

“I cannot explain their size, except to say they may have been an illustration of fortitude and the potency of my magic. Do they offend? I can retract them into myself...” Kohler rumbled.

“No!” Cosette barked, blushing and turning her face away. “I mean... no, please. I... I like how they look. They seem right on you. They look... I just... I can't explain it. But I wish I could suckle on them. They must be delicious, and warm, and surely it would please you if I had my lips on them...”

“I have heard of such a thing. If you wish, please come and suckle upon my ersatz testes. They are as erogenous as any other part of me in the area,” Kohler said. His legs stepped out just a bit more to clear his imitation testicles from contact with his thighs.

Cosette slid down to the ground, crawling forward on all fours until she was between Kohler's Colossus-like legs, looking up at the anthracite erection and generous coal chunks. There were two distinct swells but there was a very thin, molded 'skin' of coal over them, acting like an actual sac. The magic was really quite advanced and effective. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched them, hanging there, dark and large and full.

She slowly lifted herself up on her forearms, back curving gracefully. Her nose made the first contact, inhaling the clean, inviting scent of coal. It was just like the rest of him yet... it seemed richer, more robust, just because of where it was. She savored the smearing of coal dust all over her face, her lips trembling as they brushed across his stones. She could feel the magic flowing along the orange lines, the warmth pulsing in the generous pouch.

Her worshipful reverie was broken when the powdery dust tickled her nose and she had to turn aside to let out a dainty sneeze. A self-conscious giggle followed, and she sat down on her paws, looking up at Kohler's balls with the same adoration. “They're so... warm and powerful. I love how they smell. Like the rest of you but headier, more substantial...”

“They are coal like the rest. Perception must be powerful...” Kohler said softly, reaching down to cup and jostle the testes, setting them to pendulously swing.

“Powerful... I'll agree with that...” Cosette said, licking the smears of coal off of her lips, a little drool sliding down and dripping off her chin. She came up again to press a soft, hesitant kiss on the large orbs. A small gasp rushed from her slightly open mouth, the exhalation making Kohler tremble just slightly. Her tongue slipped out through the small opening and slipped along the dip between the two stones. As with the scent the flavor was like elsewhere, but enhanced.

Her tongue slid out further to wash across the twin testicles, cupping them gingerly, respectfully. She lapped up the taste of coal dust again and again, getting the shining pieces of rock all the more glossy with a heavy, dripping coat of her saliva. Her half-lidded eyes watched the glistening danglers, entranced and enchanted.

Suddenly Cosette reached up and grabbed Kohler's hips, pressing her face firmly just below the base of his cock, focusing more on his nuts. She ground her face against them, eagerly covering her pristine features with the wet coal dust. It clung to her fur and worked in deep, making her well. She was proud of it, covering herself in the delicious scent of Kohler's genitals and the physical proof of her intimate contact.

She pulled away, panting hard, tongue hanging far out of her mouth. She was still staring at the full, orange-marked balls, her whole vision filled with them. She had been teasing, and been selfishly savoring the delight she felt from licking and smelling and marking herself. She had made a promise to do more than just that.

Cosette's mouth opened up as wide as she could get it and pressed onto Kohler's nuts. They were so large and full she could just get her tender lips around them. She pushed and twisted, keeping her teeth as far away from the magical balls as she struggled to engulf both at the same time. It proved a real struggle, but she managed it at last. Her jaw ached, in a manner she found almost pleasant considering the reason, and her lips were pulled taut around Kohler's bounteous balls.

Drool slid freely in thin runnels down every side of her mouth, dripping off her cheeks, sliding down onto her chest, making her close her eyes as it pooled over them. Her cheeks were hollowed by her sucking while her tongue eagerly and rapidly slapped and lapped away at Kohler's testicles. Pleased rumbles and moans emerged from her nose or spluttered out around the blockage in her mouth, messily splattering more saliva around.

She held the sucking for a while longer before pulling away with a lewd, wet 'pop'. Her body fell back a little, while she once more panted with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Kohler looked down on her and offered her a hand. “If my lack of response upset you, I am sorry. I am solid and inexpressive most times. But please know your passion was felt and the adoration was truly pleasurable.”

Cosette took the offered hand and slowly pulled herself to her paws. “I was afraid I'd been too selfish with my licking and rubbing. I'm glad you liked it. Now... the point I'd been putting off...”

“I have considered the matter... I think I may know how to avoid unnecessary pain to you,” Kohler said.

“I'm open to any suggestions. I want to do this right and I think you'll be the one to get it right,” Cosette sighed, hugging Kohler tightly.

“I will enter you, fully, straight to the very base. Then I will cease moving save for a careful grind against your clitoris, allowing you to control internal motion and sensation while delivering you pleasure. Does this seem acceptable?” Kohler asked.

“I like it. I'll take it, I'll work you over and I'll get off. We'll be happy and my... condition... shouldn't be an issue,” Cosette replied. She slowly laid herself down on the floor of the cavern, legs happily spread. Her revealed sex was smaller than the average Dog slit, but it was flushed pink and dewy with arousal, the lips spread just slightly. One hand came down to spread them just a little bit more. “Come on. Let's get to it...”

“As you say. I hope this is successful,” Kohler rumbled, looming over Cosette for a moment before dropping to his knees with a ground-shaking thud. He planted his hands solidly on the ground above her head, and brought his hips forward, touching the rounded, smooth head of his erection against her spread petals.

The shining tip slid around and around over her pink lips and the white fur of her crotch, leaving more smears of coal dust, adding to the smudging and dirtying of her body. Cosette trembled at the sensation, her legs lifting up and pressing against the sides of Kohler's body. Given her small stature she couldn't hope to wrap him with them but she could hold on firmly. She also placed her hands on his sides, pulling herself up to press against his chest. “I'm ready. Please... do it.”

Kohler obliged her, pressing the head of his orange-lined pole firmly against her tight inner lips and using the unrelenting strength of his magical muscles to push the length against her tightness. She gasped and yapped softly as she was spread out, body trembling and fingers digging into him. The magic nature of her claws left shallow rakes in his anthracite body, as might be seen on a more conventional lover. “Am I harming you? Should I cease?”

“Keep... going...” Cosette huffed out, yapping and whimpering softly before letting out a low moan. “I've taken it from guys who didn't care at all. I can manage taking you...” Another low moan emerged as another inch of coal cock slid smoothly into her vise-tight passage.

Kohler worked his way in carefully, using short but firm thrusts to pump in more and more of his smooth and shiny spire. He finally made his way down to the very base, his hips holding stone-still. A small protrusion at the bottom of his organ ground and flicked at Cosette's clit, giving her the pleasure he had promised.

“Ah! Y-you weren't kidding about my clit...” Cosette barked, huffing a little as her hips bucked a bit against Kohler's hips. “It's not so bad. Not so bad...” Her inner walls were pressed tight against the long shaft, squeezing in a pulsing pattern, with very occasional long rolls along the length. She savored the pleasure she extracted from her grinding of her button against Kohler's body. “Just takes... getting used to.”

“I feel pleasure from it. Pleasure and pressure. Your body is wonderfully snug, magically snug. The sensations are so complex, so absorbing,” Kohler said, his front end slowly lowering so Cosette could lay comfortably on her back while she clung to him.

Her legs continued to squeeze securely at his sides and her claws left more weak furrows in his body as she worked her own tight, constricting passage along the cock of stone. Even without any real motion, just the grind of her clit and her own stretching, she was building up to a peak. Feeling his warmth, inside and out, being close to him, having a lover that actually cared about her and didn't judge her figure or her body's grip, it all was something she had never felt before.

“You are... you are... what is happening?” Kohler asked, in some surprise and confusion. The magical pulsing of his orange lines increased, and his temperature rose, if only slightly. His hips moved, just a touch, to grind more against Cosette's clit and 'stir' his organ inside of the tight clamp of her wet, compressing sex.

“I'm... I'm cumming, Kohler! For the first time I think I'm..!” Cosette's hips arched up a bit, as did her back. She pulled herself as tightly to Kohler's body as she could as the climax reached her. Her arms and legs trembled as her body was wracked with shuddering trembles. Her inner muscles clenched down even harder on the coal dick resting inside her, squeezing from every direction, compressing it with a force no fleshy organ could have managed.

Magic surged through Kohler's body, passing a little electric tingle on to Cosette, which prolonged and intensified her orgasm. He was shuddering from the effect of magic being forcibly rearranged in his huge form. The orange lines surged and his eyes blazed like bonfires. He released an uncharacteristic bellow, a deep, reverberating sound like the bray of a donkey, sent through the guts of a huge cavern. He wasn't sure what a climax felt like but it had to be like what he was feeling. He even released a stream of coal tar ejaculate, which found no escape from within Cosette's squeezing snatch.

The shared magical orgasm subsided after a long moment, a few last prickles of magic bleeding off of Kohler and into Cosette's sensitized body, making her quiver in lingering bliss. “That... was... amazing...” Cosette breathed, arms releasing Kohler and flopping down to the ground.

“I am concerned by this,” Kohler said, with a smaller voice than usual. “Never have I felt such a magical surge. There was some kind of fundamental change in me. It was more than climax. Something happened. Are you hurt in any way?”

“My puppy-passage is a little sore but it's the sustained stretch and the tight squeeze that did that. Those magic surges felt really good. Nothing at all like licking a magic crystal,” Cosette said, still laying limply, tongue peeking out as she panted.

“Let me see if there is any damage...” Kohler said, slowly pulling himself from within Cosette, letting free a black, oozing flow of his tarry ejaculate. The removal prompted her to writhe slightly and giggle. “What is the matter?”

“Feels like you've got ribs on your pole. You didn't when we started,” Cosette answered.

“Some change must have...” Kohler's words drew to silence as he looked to his erection. “Change has happened indeed. An amazing change.”

“What happ-” Cosette opened one eye to see what was the matter, and snapped open both on catching a glimpse, sitting bolt upright to get a better look. Kohler's penis was no longer a shining spire of pure anthracite. It had been compressed to the thickness of her clenched and barely-stretched passage, bearing the ribbing marks of her inner walls, and was made of pure, clear diamond, still with the orange lines along it. “What?!”

“It would appear a combination of passion, love, pressure and pleasure squeezed my organ into conformity with your passage, while internal magical reserves responded to it all by altering the structure,” Kohler explained, lightly rubbing along the ribbed diamond surface.

“They'd never let me live this down at home,” Cosette said, looking on the glittering length in awe. “'Her cunt's so tight she can crush coal into diamonds' they'd say. And I did. I'm so sorry... does it hurt?”

“I feel very normal. The magic of my construction bled off some, while I was altered. This is the new normal for me, to have a diamond erection, molded to you,” Kohler replied.

“Molded to me,” Cosette echoed, leaning in to slide her tongue along the ribbed shaft and flick up the smears of tar. She wasn't usually a fan of tar, but it was as pure as the rest of Kohler's body, and it tasted... right to her. She looked down at her body, covered in coal dust and smears of the pasty coal-saliva mixture. “I think I should take a bath. And then come back for more.”

“But that would undo the effect of the bath,” Kohler noted, slowly rising up and picking Cosette up in his strong arms. He bore her away towards her preferred bathing spot. “You should bathe and then spend the rest of your waking time doing other things, yes?”

“When I'm with you, I don't care if I get dirty,” Cosette cooed, planting a kiss on Kohler's cheek as she settled into his hold and waited to be deposited in the river.