"Pinkie…" Lyra panted. She was bound to a chair—the same one she had woken up in—but something was really, really wrong. Between her bound back legs, where her little mare-ness should have been, her cute little compact udder all tight and flat—was a big stallion cock. She felt every inch of it, watched it twitch as the mare she thought was her friend teased her with a big feather duster.

"I told you, I am not Pinkie, I am Pinkamena." Pinkamena flicked some of her long, straight mane from the side of her vision. "Don't you think I made you so much better? Look at it, Lyra-pet, it is huge!"

This was so far beyond what Lyra would normally want it wasn't funny. How did she grow that thing there, anyway? "Pinkie- mina," it was the best save she could do, as the duster tickled the underside of the rock-hard shaft, "give me a safe word at least… this is… it could be nice, but I need…"

"You need to be quiet and let me work. Can't you see I am a maid?" Pinkamena wagged her tail, her shifting body—bound in a "naughty maid" outfit made mostly of rubber—squeaked. "How long will you last, Lyra-pet?"

"I am not your pet!" Lyra tried to pull a leg free to stomp in irritation, but as she squirmed in the grip of the ropes she felt that duster again. A tightening started in her balls, her shaft tingling. "I'm going to… to…"

"No you're not." Pinkamena drew her duster back, smiling at the tower she had erected. "You are going to love this, Lyra-pet." Pinkamena waited, watching the twitching shaft. "A little more and you will be back… there." She brushed the duster again.

Lyra decided enough was enough. Focusing her thoughts to her horn, she forced magic down the length, only for it to just snuff out. "What?" She focused again, turning her head and feeling something a little heavier about her horn.

"Pets don't get magic, silly." The duster, smelling like rutting stallion, pressed to Lyra's snout. She barely got a good lungful of scent from it before it was gone again, tickling her shaft again. "Now, where were we?"

"Pinkamena!" Lyra practically yowled the name out like a cat. "What do you want, tell me I… I…" She whimpered as she felt her body prepare for another orgasm, only to be denied any stimulation. "Please…"

"Please what, Lyra-pet?" Pinkamena waited again, then started tickling the rock hard shaft. "What do you want your owner to do?"

"Let me… let me please…" Lyra was in tears, she gripped her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it.

"No, you can still talk, I think another few hours of this should help you get your priorities in order." Pinkamena started tickling, waiting each time Lyra neared orgasm, then took up the tickling again.

Lyra didn't know how long had passed, she had even stopped counting the times she had been teased to the edge, and denied. "Puh… puh… leee…"

"Ooo, does it hurt?" Pinkamena gave the shaft the slightest brushing. "You are mine, Lyra-pet, just tell me, use the words as best you can."

Her eyes were sightless, Lyra's eyelids were half-drooped down. "Need…" Her brain didn't work right, something had been pushed out of it, something important. "Give… in…"

Pinkamena drew out the little rubber, enchanted, collar. Lifting it up she wrapped it around Lyra's neck. "Good pet. Now, let's see if you can hit the ceiling?" Pinkamena turned the duster around, touched the hard handle to the underside of Lyra's shaft and gently stroked from the base all the way to the tip.

Lyra-pet did indeed, hit the ceiling.

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