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Circuit Breaker cursed softly, pulling back her hoof as she felt a shock travel up it into her body. The mare rubbed the frizzled dark purple fur of her leg and scowled at the electrical box, sitting innocently before her. The unicorn mare would normally use her magic, but the damage to the farm’s electrical breaker needed a more steady touch, and Circuit’s hooves had always held firmer than her magic in the end. Circuit’s brown eyes scanned the box for anything out of place, satisfied at last she closed the grey steel box and flicked the power back on. The box hummed happily now it was fixed, the odd wheezing it had done before long since forgotten, the purple mare gave a triumphant laugh and jumped down.

“Job done!” She proclaimed proudly as a bright yellow, straw coloured mare approached her.

The mare was called Sweet Milk, a unicorn oddly working alongside her Earth pony family, they maintained the most popular brand of milk around Baltimare. Sweet smiled up at Circuit and she felt his heart do a little flip for her, she was so beautiful with her golden mare, groomed perfectly, her braided brown tail and mane flowing behind her and her cool water blue eyes twinkling up at her. Even a straight mare would bend their rules for her!

“Ah, well done Miss Breaker, an excellent job… I had thought you exaggerated with your boasting of getting this done in mere minutes but you held firm… Not even ten minutes and she sings! Now we can get the pumps working once more.” Sweet said excitedly, her soft accent rolling off her tongue smoothly.

“Not a problem Sweet.” Circuit said scratching behind her head grinning “It was pretty tricky but I have plenty of experience.” She said smiling.

Sweet stepped up closer to Circuit “Yes I can see… My father, the stupid man, tried to fix it… You saw how that turned out, and easy fix if not for his idiocy… He has been… Severely punished however.” Circuit suddenly gulped at Sweet’s tone, which was no longer sweet ironically.

“Well… I best head off now the jobs done I’ll organise the bill and…” Sweet covered Circuit’s mouth.

“Oh, no, no! We will pay you now! So much easier for both of us yes? And I also wish to give you a… Bonus… For such a fast work despite my father’s best effort to hinder you!” Sweet chimed.

“O-oh… Really it’s fine.” Circuit said bashfully.

Sweet reached up, stroking Circuit’s brown pony tailed up mane soothingly “No, I insist, come, please, follow me!” Sweet said her horn flaring with a swirling purple magic as she grabbed hold of Circuit, leaving her no choice but to follow or be dragged by the other mare.

Sweet led Circuit out the side building attached to her house, a large garage to be exact which had assorted various shelves of farming tools and odds and ends from various hobbies, most likely. The pair cross from the garage to a large barn-like building, likely for the cows that were being kept in the fields to sleep and be milked in. Sweet smiled back at Circuit and, for some reason, the comforting smile made her feel comfortable… She was safe with her.

Sweet pushed the barn door open and dropped her magic letting Circuit stumble after her. The smell of dry hay wafted through the barn, the whole room was strewn with straw and bags of hay for the cows. Along one side was a row of milking machines, docile and dead as no cow was present to be milked. Sweet stepped over to the clear side of the barn by the milkers.

“One moment Circuit whilst I retrieve your bonus for such a good job.” Sweet said with a grin retreating behind the large machines.

With little else to do whilst the mare waited for Sweet to return, Circuit approached the row of milkers. They had various little suction cups for the cows teats, noticeably the base had what looked like a soft squishy foam… Circuit wondered if that was so it was more comfortable and possibly even pleasurable for the cows… Circuit stepped closer to the edge leaning over to see. The suction cups were rather small just big enough for the udders… But Circuit felt an odd craving for them to be attached to her… Her eyes felt heavy as she stared at them, it would feel nice wouldn’t it… To be softly suckled by the machine, kneading out gallon after gallon of milk…

Circuit blinked backing up, banging into somepony “Oooh… The resilient type huh… Very well, we’ll do this the hard way.” Circuit just registered Sweet’s voice before something freezing cold slipped onto her horn.

This wasn’t the end, Circuit felt her hooves being force down by magic before restraints were tied to her back legs, keeping them stretched outward, making movement difficult. Finally, as Circuit opened her mouth to speak a bright green face mask was tied over her mouth, silencing any sound she tried to make.

There we go, no need to fight this little Circuit, it’s just your bonus after all. A good time… Here on the farm.” Sweet said circling around to be in front of the mare.

Circuit whimpered softly trying to move away from the crazy mare “Where are you going Circuit… Isn’t this what you wanted? You WERE hitting on me, no, you wanted to fuck me right?” Circuit blushed, the idea HAD crossed her mind… A few times “And besides you will be happy here… Just like my father. You’ll join him soon, as another wonderful bit of livestock!” Sweet said as she levitated over a silver cow bell on a purple strap.

Circuit backed up, turning her head as he tried to avoid the bell as if it was threatening her life, but she wanted to stay stood up so she could not avoid it as Sweet tied the bell around Circuit’s neck. Circuit heard it instantly, making her eyes widen. The chimes of many cows mooing with soft bells ringing back and forth. Circuit’s head began to buzz and she closed her eyes try to focus.

“I am livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me! I am Livestock, I need to be milked. Milk me, milk me!” The chant was quiet in Circuit’s head but still audible, unknown to the mare as soon as the strap has closed around her neck the bell has started to glow… Brainwashing her with its soothing song… And changing her in so many ways.

Circuit felt the cold steel on her horn lift up off her head “No need for this now.” Sweet said with a chuckle.

Circuit tried to work his magic as Sweet undid the gag as well from his mouth but Sweet spoke first “Feel that Circuit…? Your breasts are starting to swell, they look so pent up and full.” Circuit opened his mouth to argue then the arousal hit him, the chanting in his head picked.

Circuit felt needy… Pent up, full! She… She needed milking, the idea of those little suction cups around her teats made Circuit feel excited, Circuit felt something else she hadn’t before, a long warm shaft dripping with pleasure, it felt nice to have. Circuit felt her breasts churn with warm liquid… Circuit didn’t even try to hide the excited moan that escaped her lips. As Circuit thought of those lewd ideas, she failed to notice the fading sensation of her horn on her head, the spiralling horn on the mare’s head began to shrink back into her skull… Whilst on either side, above his temples, two white budding cow horns began to sprout, growing in size as her horn shrank in size.

Circuit’s horn was soon lost in her mane then gone forever as her new horns grew up out of her head. Circuit’s tail hairs began to retreat as well, forming a long curling thin purple tail with a faint sprout of brown hair on the end, the only evidence of the mare’s former tail. Also, along Circuit’s body various lighter purple spots were appearing in her fur, like a cows black spots.

Circuit gasped again, the building was getting worse… But there was also a tugging on her breasts as the warmth grew. Circuit managed to tilt her head to look at her overly large breasts hanging with her new member erect at the front, jumping at her as the pleasure washed over her mushy mind. They looks a lot like a stallion’s genitals but hanging lower and bulging with much more liquid.

“Look at that, your teats are coming out already!” Sweet said happily and Circuit panted looking at the four bumps on the base of her balls, a sliver of Circuit’s mind registered the loss of her leg restraints, however her legs had locked into place as if the position was now her favourite.

As Circuit’s teats grew out she began to feel the damp warmth from her rump area faded, a soft tugging and stretching as her vagina sealed over itself, was she even a mare anymore now?… N-no… Circuit was a cow… A needy pent up cow that needed milking, her heavy churning udder was full of delicious warm milk.

As Circuit thought this her new penis began to shrink back into her, sinking into her new udder, being swallowed as the muscle was used to finish the expanding udder. Circuit’s penis faded from existence, replace by a very heavy and very full cow udder. Sweet grinned watching the former mare dissolve before her, she had been even weaker minded than her father! Ah well it made it easier.

Now… Who want to be milked?” Sweet asked as her horn glowed. Circuit nodded eagerly panting as she followed Sweet’s gaze. Circuit’s eyes landed on a bright pink butt plug, floating towards her

Circuit’s eyes rolled up into her head and she let out a long loud “MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” An excited cry likely heard around the farm… Signally a new cattle to the herd.

“Good girl, now let’s get you flowing.” Sweet said clicking the butt plug on so it began to buzz softly in Circuit’s plot, leaving it as deep as it would go inside Circuit. The cow mooed happily as her teats began to drip with milk “You look ready, okay Circuit into your paddock!” Sweet ordered pulling the bars back to allow Circuit inside.

Circuit trotted briskly inside, her butt quivering from her toy, the bars closed and she jumped up onto them, presenting her leaking udders to Sweet

“So eager now, good girl. Yes I think you can be milked, good behaviour pays off after all. Here we go.” Circuit let out another happy moo as, one after the other, the four suction cups were attached to her four new teats, they began to buzz and clench, already streams of milk flowed quickly out of Circuit.

If any of the former mare remained in Circuit then, it was soon washed away by the constant pleasure of her udder being emptied “Good, now with two new cows on board we might be able to catch up on our quota my father slowed us down on. Well done Circuit you’ve done so much for us!” All Sweet got was a content moo from Circuit “Yes… You can stay in the machine ALL night if you want… Have fun.”

It was a very sweet night.

Bondage

Frost Bright woke up with a pounding headache. UhhIm so tired he thought to himself as his heavy eyelids slowly opened. Finding himself laid out on the ground, he tried to move over on his side, but found himself immobile. Hello cutie~. Im glad to see that youre finally awake, said a soft and soothing voice in the door. As the figure trots into view, Frostys eyes widen as he discovers that the mysterious stallion is his lover Frost Stormwind. I see the drugs werent too strong. Oh dont worry. Theyll wear off soon. Im just glad youre awake to see me pack you. Stormy brings a box into view that he was levitating behind him as he softly chuckles. Heres a little suit I designed to keep you comfortable while Im out on my trip for the next few months.

Stormy levitates some thick latex stockings towards Frosty. Theyre purple, your favourite~<3 he says as he slides the stockings over Frostys back legs, pulling them snugly on. There you go, Stormy says with a grin, Now to slip something in. Dont move, FrostyNot that you could anyways~ Stormy opens the box and brings out something large and rubbery before hovering it near Frostys rear. You might feel a bit of pressure at first, but I think youll eventually get used to itEventually. Frosty moans as he feels something large and round pressing against the entrance to his anus and shudders as the sheer size of it. He grits his teeth and lets out a soft huff as he feels the well-lubed toy make his way into his hole, stretching it wide before slipping into place. There you go, a perfect fit in your nice and tight ass, Stormy says as he uses he hoof to gently press on the plug and turn it on. You look so cute when youre blushing.

Lets get you up and put on the rest~. he says as he uses his magic to gently lift Frostys limp body into the air, whimpering quietly as he squirms in the air Dont worry, the drowsiness will pass. Stormy says as he bring the suit to his body, as he begins using his magic to lubricate the thick latex stockings so that the suit will slip on easily Now It should slip on your hind legs easily. He carefully begins guiding his legs into the suit as they glide in. There you go. Nice and tight, he chuckles as he pulls the suit up Frostys slick stockings and over his thighs. Perfect! he grins softly. Its even got a hole for your plugs vibrator~ He pulls Frostys tail through and slips his front legs in. The built in catheter is carefully slid into his urethra opening, automaticly lubing and sterilizing as it slips in. Frosty lets out a soft groan, as his sheath and balls are pulled into their place and the small bulb of the catheter is inflated Mmm~.Yes, It really looks good on you. Let me zip it up for you. he says as his magical aurora wraps around the zipper on the back and pulls on it, sealing him inside the suit. Perfect. You look great. I can really see your cheeks blush now.

NowIll deprive you of your senses. He says as he carefully sets Frostys body down on the table and brings another part of the suit into view This mask will do the trick. Slowly, he brings it to Frostys muzzle. He tries to squirm and turn his head away but the sedative keeps him from moving it much at all. Stormy quickly grabs his muzzle and holds it in place as the last thick layer of the suit is pulled over his muzzle. A large feeding ball gag is forced into his muzzle as the hood of the mask clings to his face and his ears are pulled into their sockets, the sounds of the outside world almost completely getting cut off as the gold lined, magic inhibiting cover slips over his white horn. There you go, nice and snug. I can tell its working. A detachable blindfold is gently clicked into place on the front hood of the suit, pressing gently against his eyes, keeping them shut and making sure that no light reaches them. You look like youre warm and snug. <3 Thats good~ Frost lets out a soft whimper as he feels his cool magic seal the hood to the rest of the suit. Youre going to be in there for quite sometimeDont worry about food or the bathroom, the suit has a magical element to it that will take care of that.

Now I just need to wrap you up before I go. Stormy lifts Frosty onto a table before slipping a straitjacket over him, the thick fabric fitting snugly over his suit. Slipping his limp arms into their slots and then pulling them tightly over Frostys chest with his magic, he then folds the straps over his arms as they fit into the buckles and are locked tight with his soft glowing blue magic Mm best get you into your case quicky~ Stormy says as he sees Frosty squirms a little bit as the drug begins to wear off.

Stormy opens the padded case and levitates Frosty inside before hooking restraints to his suit and jacket. Frosty can feel the restraints tug at him and position him perfectly in the case, moaning through his mask as he feels a belt tighten over his legs. Stormy then connects various tubes to and wires to Frosty, connecting his catheter and mask to the case. Youre going to love this, Frosty. The air supply here will keep you aroused, and your tube will feed you any cum you produce. Im sure youll enjoy your meals for the next few months. Stormy giggled as he connected Frostys ears to some wires. Dont worry about entertainment. I have a tape for you to listen to. Itll make you into the perfect slut when I get back. Frosty murrs and tries to move against his restraints, the gas already making him aroused. Well, Hun, I have to go now. Stormy pulls down the top of the case, sealing his coltfriend inside the soft tomb before sliding the lock on and snapping it closed with his magic. Goodbye, Love. Youre going to have so much fun while Im gone~<3 With that, he trots out of the room, leaving Frosty to enjoy his long stay.

Mind

When Frosty saw the ad for an “Undisclosed Experiment” in the paper he thought it might be a quick way to earn a few bits.

So he soon headed over to what he would call a lab of some sort.

Rather quickly, they agreed to take him in for a the experiment, having him sign a waiver how he agreed to be a part of the experiment for as long as necessary. He didn’t care to read it through it thoroughly, as his eyes were quickly drawn to how many bits they were offering per hour.

Faster then he could sign he agreed to the experiment. Then then lead him to a room in the lab that seemed empty outside of a chair in the center of it. Frosty sat down, as they told him that the experiment would start soon and he would need to stay seated for it to begin.

“Whoooosh” is all Frosty heard as the trap door below him opened up, a large part of the floor hinged forward as he was slid from his chair that was bolted to it.

And with that, Frosty fell into a small spherical room through the trap floor. Thankfully a large amount of water at the bottom broke his fall.

He quickly scrambled to his hooves to look up the long shaft he had just fallen through. “H-hello?….Is this part of the test?” He yelled up to anyone that may be listening. His eyes intent on looking for anypony that may be there…His focus was so intent that he didn’t noti

Mid yelling for an explanation, he was cut off short. something wrapped around his hind legs and one of his forearms and pulled him back

The water had come to life. Frosty was about to scream in horror as he felt the gooey substance on his fur, but that was cut short too as he felt a sharp

pain in his rear. That scream of horror was quickly replaced by a moan, the goo had created some sort of ‘tendril’ and pulled him onto it.

It quickly pushed its way inside of his anus, a combination of the force of him falling, and the goo’s slick coating helping it slip inside with ease.

But that ’ease’ didn’t make the sudden feeling of being stretched or being full any easier on the poor stallion. He howled in pleasure as the goo quickly went to work, warming up to his insides and stimulating his prostate.

Now, Frosty had been with a stallion before…in fact many stallions, but he had never felt anything like this. He could feel it moving around inside of him, he moaning with every squirm as it violated him to his core. And as it did that, the rest of the goo slowly began to ’crawl’ its way up his body, completely encasing his legs as he let out huffs and moans in pleasure. The creature didn’t leave him much air to scream for help, as it buried itself deeper and deeper inside of him, he could only get the occasional moan out before he was panting in ecstasy. It knew exactly how to stimulate him in all the right ways, stretching his ass and pressing right against his prostate quickly got the stallion hard and throbbing for more. The goo was all too eager to help as its warm touch wrapped around the throbbing member and encased it in a warm feeling of pure bliss. Carefully vibrating in time with the thing in his rear it was all too much for Frosty, He was going to cum…Any second now…

“Why wasn’t I cumming?” he thought to himself as the pleasure just continued to build and build and build. It was mental agony, he bucked his hips as much as the restrictive goo would let him and whimpered for that sweet release. His mind began to become hazy as the goo crept its way up his forearms and back, coating them with the same gooey substance that the rest of his body was coated in. He was sure his face was a bright red as the soft whimpers and moans of pleasure escaped his lips. “L-l-let me cum…” He quietly shuttered as it continued its way up his body, now slowly crawling up his neck. Then, a tendril slowly began to form in front of him, taking the shape of a stallions member. It made Frosty blush, his mind was still a hazy mess. But a few memories snuck through the haze. One’s of sucking on stallions members and getting pleasure…“Pleasure…” He thought to himself as he instinctively opened his maw and rolled his tongue out. The tendril now forming much more than just a stallion’s cock, an almost perfect pony mask matching Frosty’s muzzle moved closer. He couldn’t think much about it before the cock slid along his tongue and into his maw, forcing it open as the mask clung tightly to his face, it quickly joined with the goo that was climbing up his neck from before and sealed his head inside.

His body was now completely encased in this gooey suit.

The warm goo began to cool slowly, causing the goo to mold itself to his body and solidify. Tightening around every curve and crevice of his body. He could feel his cock and balls being squeezed into the newly hardening suit as it continued to squeeze. He then felt something warm slide into his ear, even in his hazy mindset he wanted to grab it and pull it out. But it was all too late, it was hardening into some sort of soft latex and he couldn’t move his hooves more than an inch. Then as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt a warm pleasurable feeling in his head and on his flanks.

Obey…Relax…Forget..Obey…Relax…Forget..” Those 3 words kept repeating over and over in his head. He began to relax all of his muscles as he noticed the voice saying them, quickly his whole body going numb, lying limp as a ragdoll on the bottom of the now empty

He had no idea how long this went on for, but after awhile he began to notice something…

His hooves would twitch and sometimes even move slightly for a moment before returning to their limp ragdoll-like state. “Hello Frosty~” said a voice from what seemed like everywhere at once. Frosty wanted to turn his head and look for it, to open his maw and ask who was there, or to even just wave his hoof to indicate he was more than just a latex toy on the ground…But he couldn’t, no matter what he tried, or what he did he couldn’t do anything. Everything was numb to him yet he could still feel the latex on his coat, the throb of his cock, and the voice inside his head…Then, his body sprang to life, getting up on all fours seemingly on its own as the voice from inside became a little something more than just that. “Its been so long since I’ve had a body…Much less a unicorn body~” His lips said with a similar yet different tone to his own. “What in the world is happening??” He thought to himself as the goo seemingly replied “I took this form..your form as a means to reproduce~” It says as a jolt of pleasure runs through his body. “Not that you have much of a choice at this point~”. Frosty wanted to rip the suit of him and burn it, or just about anything to get rid of it. “Shushhh..No more thoughts like that Frosty~” It said with a grin as he feels a huge surge of pleasure coming from his rear. If he could he would be moaning and squirming heavily, as the suit quickly brought him to orgasm, causing him to shoot his massive pent up load into a latex reservoir that was over the head of his member. It ballooned up quickly like a condom as his balls and prostate were massaged in all the right ways.

He wanted to fight it, fight against the pleasure, fight against the suit…But he couldn’t, it was…It was all too much, he couldn’t think straight…O-or at all for that matter, he just sat there moaning internally from the pleasure as latex quickly began absorbing the cum filled condom into itself.

“Mmm…I need organic matter to create more of my kind~” The suit says as a few small tendrils come out from him for a moment before retracting “Purrfect~<3” It says with a soft murr as it gets up on its hindlegs and begins crawling out of the small room and up into the shaft Frosty had fallen down earlier.

The tendrils push against the other side as it quickly makes its way up to the top and prys open the trap door.

Throwing it to the side as it slowly begins to pull himself out of the hole “Come on Frosty…We have some work to do” The suit says as it makes its way to the door…

Big cow

The pressure is what finally caused Big Mac to stir. A painful aching fullness forces him from his slumber back into the waking world. The throbbing sensation becomes increasingly bothersome and Big Mac suddenly snaps out of his bleary stupor when he realizes how incredibly alien and unnatural discomfort is. Never in his life had he ever felt anything remotely like this and he bends forward to peer between his legs to discover what could possible be making him feel like this. As his gaze drops lower he is greeted by the sight of his forelegs shackled and restrained to the hay covered floor of a barn stall. With increasing concern he continues his visual trip, taking in the similar condition of his hind legs and finally the source of his discomfort. Where his once proud stallionhood had perched for most of his life, now hung a bulging udder, the teats throbbing deeply as the overfilled milk bag begged for its long overdue milking.

Welcome to Appleoosa Cous, enjoying my hospitality?

Big Macs gaze shot up, seeking out the owner of the voice who had asked him the question, a loud clanging filling his ears as he finally notices the brass cow bell hanging from a collar around his neck. He shakes his head and looks up his eyes coming to rest on Braeburn, striding boldly into his stall. His glare is met only with a jaunty hat tip, as Braeburn tugs a contraption into the stall behind him.

You see Cous Appleoosa here has been going through a major dry spell. Ponies be mighty thirsty for some sweet, sweet milk. I purchased that there collar from a travelling sales pony who assured me it would turn our shortage into excess, lickity split! All I had to do was find a gifted stallion to wear it. Being family, I knew youd be happy to help, aint that right Cous? Braeburn asked as he fiddled with the contraption, unhooking hoses and flipping switches here and there.

Nnnnnope, Big Mac replied, heaving against his restraints, attempting to wrench his legs free.

Wooooooah there big fella, easy now. If you dont behave, maybe I wont milk you yet. Just let you sit there and stew a bit longer, if that what you want? Braeburn asked, running a hoof along one of Big Macs straining teats, caressing it gently, before giving it a rough yank.

Nnnggh! Mac moaned, biting his tongue against the noise. The simple yank was more than enough to set his teats off. Each of the black dangling nubs began to leak and dribble fluids, the mild release sent shivers through Big Macs entire body. It felt. it felt good. As the hoof left his mottled black milk bag, he couldnt suppress his own whimper of need.

Boy Howdy! You liked that huh? Bet you want me to do it again? Dontcha? Ill make you a deal partner. You let me have a little fun with your rear entrance, and Ill make sure you get milked good and proper? Sound good Cous? Braeburn asked, his own pinkish stallionhood dangling between his rear legs.

Big Mac was reduced to whimpering, his udder throbbed with milk, he needed relief, and he needed it now. The cow bell clanged as he hung his head in resignation. Eeeyup, he whispered ashamed of his bizarre need.

Thats my little cowboy, Braeburn chuckled at his own pun as he slid around behind Big Mac. A quick dab of lube against his stiffening member and then he rears up, placing his forehooves on Big Macs back and lines up his shaft with the puckered entrance beneath Big Macs tail. He thrusts quickly, not giving Mac any time to prepare himself. Braeburn moans with pleasure as the tight warm hole envelops his shaft, lost in the sensations until he feels his balls come to a rest against the base of Big Macs churning udder. Braeburn reaches a lazy hoof down and runs it over the turgid surface of the bovine appendage. Well, now youre doubly full, aintcha Cous? he asks teasingly.

Big Mac groans and whimpers in need. His little cousins terrible pun aside, he needed something, anything. His whole world was centered on his udder, the intense pressure overwhelming even the feeling Braeburns fun, but when his hoof brushes against his udder, his whole body lit up. A low moan forced itself free from his throat as his sensitive organ was caressed.

You really like that dontcha Cous? Well Ill make this quick, so we can get to the main event, he adds settling into a quick pace, his thrusts heavy and without restraint. As fast as it began, it ended. Braeburn shuddered deep inside of Big Mac, painting his insides white, before slipping out, breathing heavily. Braeburn trots around beside Big Mac, smiling at the way he was squinting his eyes shut in uncomfortable need. I reckon its time we milk you proper Cous, with everything that entails, he adds cryptically.

Big Mac could only nod and whimper needfully, his stretched ass leaking Braeburns salty deposit. His udder pounded and ached for even the slightest release. He needed it. His thoughts were disturbed as the sound of the mechanical milker whirred into life with Braeburn at the controls. With all 4 milking cylinders in hoof, he trotted over to Big Mac and crouched down beneath him. Giving one last playful tug he set each glass bulb into place. Each one was heaven for Big Mac as the machines suction caused each to latch onto one of his four teats with a wet slurp as it settled against his engorged udder. Milk cascaded down the pumps tubes, racing into the metal tank set up in place of a reservoir. Big Mac was so lost in the ecstasy of the milking he hardly noticed the world around him. He didnt notice his moans of pleasure becoming bovine lowing, his moos filling the barn with his audible pleasure. He didnt notice the sound of Braeburns hooves clopping away from his stall, now the sound of them and another returning. However he absolutely did notice the sudden weight of the huge bull as it came resting against his back. He looked back in confusion, the weight far greater than Braeburns, only to come face to face with the bestial visage of the prize bull, just as its gigantic rod impaled itself deeply into his ass. Big Mac collapsed onto his face, the huge bull rutting with his still raised hindquarters as the milking machine chugged, trying to keep up with the increasing flow his udder suddenly seemed to be gushing. He managed to look up at Braeburn questioningly, his cheek sliding back and forth against the hay on the floor of the stall, his body beyond its capacity for sensation, and his mind starting to dull slightly to cope with the overload.

Braeburn met Big Macs look, and couldnt help but chuckle. What? I thought being a fellow ranch hand, you would know about this Cous. You see, its the cows that are being bred with the prize bulls that produce the most milk, he explains, breaking into a chuckle as the bull bellows out in climax, flooding Big Mac with his seed, and causing his udder to churn and groan under the increasing rate of production

Button

His excitement quickly rose as the wrapping came apart, he had been waiting for this moment since it came out, a perfect score in the school test had been the requirement for what he now held in his hooves.

The test results had been a bit unexpected despite he had been studying for it. Let’s just say the night before the test he had a rather intensive session of rider-proof settlements.

But none of it mattered anymore!

He finally had it! The coolest game in the market!

It was…Foal Land?

Is the one you wanted, didn’t you honey?

He tried to keep the smile in his face despite the disappointment- Ye-yeah… sure, thanks mom!

Button glared at the game he had thrown to a corner of his room in frustration.

It was so unfair, he had been studying for school since Undaring 4: A mare’s End had come out only so he could get his hooves on it, or even Changellingborne despite being a not-so-new game, it had been on his must get list for a while. But this? Foal land? This was for babies!

The game stayed there during an intense session of Flaming Horseshoe: Conquest, however after losing a troop due to a critical after at least 50 minutes of gameplay for the fifth time, and with the prospect of keeping at it or rage quitting, he opted for the second.

Right now he just wanted to win at some game, any game… he even considered…

The game cover didn’t have anything too unusual, just a blue young foal, probably the main character, the only enticing feature is that it looked like a rather easy game, so he may as well try it. That was exactly what he needed.

He was surprised when he first started the game the intro looked surprisingly well animated, as if this have had a good budget, It even made the adventures of that small blue horse very appealing. He didn’t know what exactly but he liked it. He liked it a lot.

He was prompted to make a character, he obviously made a resembling avatar named after himself, to his relief his created character didn’t need to be a baby like the foal in the cover. It was strange though, he thought the blue horse would be the protagonist and not a new character.

Surprisingly the game was quite well made, the mechanics were simple and enticing and the game actually very good. When button looked away from his handheld console he was surprised it was night time already.

The whole house was dark, had he missed the call from his mom to eat supper? After stuffing a bunch of cookies in his mouth and drinking hurriedly juice from the cardboard, he rushed upstairs. Hunger had been taken care of. It was time to continue on his adventure.

He had completely lost interest in anything else, however something strange happened as he played, his reflexes seem to slow down as he was having a hard time getting through simple parts of the current stage.

His movements seemed to slow down, perhaps he was too tired? Before he could decide if he would actually go to bed before trying to finish a game (and renounce everything he stood for) a cut scene was triggered. It was just swirling colors and abstract shapes, but as the rest of the game it had a very appealing quality to it. He couldn’t help but just stare at it.

For a moment his hoof slipped pressing a button and he found he could make different shapes and sounds happen.

No longer did he cared about iv’s or Ev’s, keeping his souls, it all seemed dumb and boring, those games didn’t had colors like this one.

It was all just so simple, He felt a warm and fuzzy sensation every time he pressed the button and something different happened. It was so relaxing, so nice. All his worries banished as he kept staring at the screen.

Everything was so comfortable, there was even something soft like a cloud between his legs that he could almost be sure wasn’t there before, or was it? He couldn’t tell, and honestly, he didn’t care.

He felt something on his mouth, for a brief moment he felt confused by it, but that sensation didn’t last for long. It was just his pacifier; he had been sucking on it since forever. After all it was fitting for a foal like him… or wasn’t it?

Every time something felt odd, he just needed to keep staring at the screen, a button press, a new explosion of color and sound and everything felt right again. He loved being in foal land.

Aj

How long had it been? There was no telling how much time had passed, or how much warbeast cum Supermare was being forced to drink.

Her captors didn’t have to tell her what it was, she knew by the taste. She’d been fed so much cum from so many different sources, she was learning to tell them apart from taste and smell alone.

Gulp-Gulp-Gulp!

Warbeast cum was the worst. More sour than an average stallion, ten times as voluminous, it clung to her teeth and the roof of her mouth in a thin slimy layer. The animal spunk was just watery enough to splash in her mouth as it rushed through her feeding tube.

“It won’t stop…”

Supermare tried desperately to bite down on the tube in her mouth to pinch it closed, but it wouldn’t give. Every spurt of the hot animal jizz was a torrent that easily filled her mouth, spilling out and collecting in the mask strapped over her mouth and nose. She only had seconds before the mask would fill completely and send cum up her nose.

Gulp-Gulp-Gasp!

With the latest load swallowed, Supermare gasped greedily for air. Already her nose was burning from the times she hadn’t swallowed fast enough. The small consolation was her visor, hiding tears from her tormentors.

“Weakness plus bondage plus molestation plus submission-”

The recording had been looping non-stop. Aside from her grunts and groans, the deep caribou voice was all she could hear, and she was helpless to ignore it.

“This won’t work… I can’t let them get to-”

Supermare’s train of thought was cut short as a fresh load of hot spunk rushed through the tube and filled her mouth, ending her short lived respite.

“Plus rape over subjugation over mockery over enslavement-”

Gulp-Gulp-Gulp!

She struggled desperately, her chains rattling loudly as she pulled and squirmed. It was hopeless, but she couldn’t stop trying. Supermare didn’t have to see to know she was chained down. She could feel the weight of the iron links clinging to her body just under her breasts and above her knees. The ease at which she tired told her the chains were kryptonite-coated.

“… so weak… how much longer… can I keep this up?”

The shackles on her wrists had just enough slack to give her the illusion she could break them, if she only pulled hard enough. She used to break chains so easily before…

“Over arousal multiplied by cumming multiplied by squirting multiplied by fucking-”

“No…not again!… My pussy… I’m gonna cum!”

Her muscles, already bulging with effort to struggle free, tensed tight as another orgasm was forced out of her. The toy between her legs wasn’t the worst she had been exposed to, or the biggest. It was just enough, nestled perfectly between her pussy lips, firmly under her clit, held secure by her own costume. It wouldn’t be moved no matter how much her balled up hands tried to push it away. Her cum pooled between her trembling thighs, running over the edge of the platform she was bound to. Her hips involuntarily jerked over and over as she squirted through her costume, pleasure and shame raking over her weak body. In desperation, she reached for her crotch, her gloved fists unable to move the vibrating egg away; touching it only made it worse for her overly-sensitive super pussy, distracting her temporary from the important effort to swallowing the cum quickly filling up her mask.

Gulp-Gulp-Gulp!

“N equals Y, where Y equals cum and N equals addiction-”

“Stop! I hate this! No more, please…”

“Love equals lust life equals slavery self equals slut-”

Just as soon as it had happened, already the pleasure between her thighs was building up again. Supermare tried desperately to hold it back, but she was starting to accept that she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling the forced pleasure any more than she could stop the feeding tube, or ignore the mind-numbing recording in her ears. She was starting to accept that she couldn’t free herself, and that the warbeast spunk no longer tasted as bad as it once had.

“I’m… I’m giving in…”

“Cum equals pleasure-”

“Cum… pleasure…

She was still swallowing when another spurt rushed through the feeding tube. The warbeast jizz filled her mask to capacity, going up her nose and cutting off her air!

“Obedience equals arousal-”

Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Groan-Gulp!

The mare of steel whined under the pool of cum, draining as fast as she could. The vibrator seemed to get stronger in response. Her weak body trembled as she tried not to drown, getting the mask empty.

“Weakness plus bondage plus molestation-”

Supermare squirted once more, her sore abs tightening in response as she came hard and messy, like the last dozen or so times. Despite how exhausted she was, her body was craving another orgasm as she dutifully drank her cum.

“… feels …. so good…”

Can

Who left this can of paint here? Frosty thinks to himself as he looks at the can in curious wonder. He approaches the can to find that it doesnt contain paint, but yet a shiny liquid substance that reminds him of latex. Hmm. This is some strange paint, if its even paint at all. As his curiosity builds, he cant help but to wonder what it feels like. He reaches his right hoof into the can and dabs a bit of the liquid on his hoof, surprised at the rubbery texture of the liquid. Hmm. Odd.

As Frosty removes his hoof from the liquid, a bit of it drips down into the bucket, creating a small strand that begins to thicken up before recoiling onto his hoof. Frostys curiosity turns to fear as more of the liquid latex lurches onto him, grabbing his left hoof and leg with its liquid tentacles and pulling itself on.

Get it off! he screams repeatedly, lurching back on his hind hooves, giving the latex a chance to quickly lurch from the can far enough to touch his hind hooves and begin to cover them.

As Frosty falls onto his back, he can feel more of the latex cover him. He shakes his hooves in panic trying to throw the substance off, but its to no avail as the latex moves down his legs and begins to cover his body. He begins to hear a voice in his head as he watches his crotch and belly get covered, bringing arousal to him mixed with fear. His screams are finally muffled as the latex creeps up his neck and over his mouth, and he looks down to see his entire body encased in the shiny fluid, forming an almost solid suit over him, watching with surprise as his cock expands in pleasure, and hearing that voice getting louder. Hi, Frosty.

Frosty gives a muffled answer as the latex travels over his head and down his tail. Dont worry, this will feel good. In fact, this will feel better than anything youve ever felt before. Frosty feels the latex creep into his ears, giving him a temporary headache as it enters his mind and replaces his fear with arousal. As the latex finishes encasing him, it molds itself to his body and solidifies.

Frosty gives out a muffled moan of pleasure as he gets up, able to move again. He swishes his tail, noticing the extra weight on the end.

Thank you for giving me a host. Now Im going to reward you. With that, the suit works his brain, giving him intense pleasure, causing his cock to throb in his suit. He moans as loud as he can as he feels the strongest orgasm he has ever experienced. He he he. You like that? I know you do. Frosty nods his head as the suit takes his mind and free will. The suit caresses his anus and cock, causing him to come quickly to climax, but not letting him release. Yes, I can feel your arousal.

As quickly as the suit gave him pleasure, it takes it away, leaving him whimpering and wanting. Now, if you ever want to experience that again, you will do what I say. Frosty nods. Now, the only way youll experience that again is for you to be used. Only stallion cock can satisfy you. Frosty murrs as his mind feels with desire for cocks in his hole. You love stallion cock. You want to be used. You want to be used, or youll become one of us. Use you or join you.

s another stallion walks by, Frosty leaps in front of him and raises his plot to him. Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing? Frost wags his butt plug tail as he speaks through the suit for the first time. Use me or join me. Use me or join me. The stallion smiles and grabs Frostys latex plot, his cock growing. I think I can oblige, mister.

Swim

Frosty the Unicorn wasn’t completely certain what was going on.

One moment he was out running a simple errand, the next he was waking up in incredibly tight, blue latex strung across his body, limp in the corner of a padded blue and grey room, his mouth gagged and his horn inhabilitated. There was something deep in his tailhole, too – some kind of plug that he could feel as he squirmed, reaching back to feel some kind of device connected to the latex held it in place… To make matters worse, as soon as he had been sensed to be awake and moving, hovering robots approached, picked him up, and pulled him into the air. They were carrying the frightened stallion across the room, like he was the prize in a claw game.

There were two strange sheets of blue pulled taut over white frames, respectively. He moaned and squirmed, fighting to try to distance himself from the intimidating contraption, the two films of latex connected by hinges that made him feel like he was approaching a venus fly trap… Or just a strange, pony sized fax machine. He wasn’t sure what prospect would be more terrifying.

His suit, which hugged his body exceptionally tight, was tugged on by the firm robots, making him squirm as how compressed he felt… By the slack, his front hooves were pulled to cross his chest, keeping him immobile and unable to fight back. There was a click from behind him as the intrusion in his rump began to buzz, taking his mind off his predicament for the most important moments of the transfer. He felt his blush grow more and more intense as his body is lowered into the blue contraption, which bent around his body in a way that reminded him of lying on a hammock, had it been made of memory foam that contoured to his body.

His legs were held out to the side, embarrassingly, as the tight sack where his cock rested, beginning to slightly pulse against its constraints, was punctured. He began to feel panic as the mouth like apparatus under and above him closed down, squirming as the robots got out of the way. The intrusion in his tailhole only buzzed stronger, making his mind lose focus for the perfect amount of time, only a sliver of light left once the unicorn’s senses returned to him. He shivered as his world became blue.

Another puncture, this one on the top tarp, which soon snaked in and connected to the one previously made on him. His nose began to fill with sweet, yet metallic gas, making him gasp and shiver. His body began to feel… light. His mind distant. He fought to focus, but all that seemed to be there for him to zero in on was how constrained his cock felt and how badly he’d love to rub it…

His world became smaller, all the air and space around him vacuumed out, but he was lost in his own mind, a victim of the gas and the robots and the latex. His body felt taunt, then bound, then compressed completely, but all he could do was shiver as another touch was added to his desperate length. He lay – suspended, mindless, unable to call for help even if he wanted to – which he didn’t. Unable to hear the gentle beeping of the times, ticking down his days, hours, minutes to release… Left alone with his pleasure and nothing else, to be released at a later date.