Chapter 1, killing a dragon
Cotton walked out of the bar with a piece of paper held in one of her ribbons. It might have looked just like your average mercenary, apart from two facts. The first of these was the fact that there were not very mercenarys in this part of town, and the fact that she was a small, fluffy sylveon.
Several of the other hardened mercenaries might have tossed odd looks or smirks in her direction, but she did not care. They could laugh all they wanted, she knew how tough she was, and that was all that mattered. Her white, fluffy paws padded softly against the dirt path towards her target.
For this one, another mercenary would be joining her. She was sure that she did not need this "Hatter" But he might at least provide some mild entertainment for her, or perhaps a distraction for whatever monster she would be killing tonight. As she walked, she felt her saddlebags weighing her down softly, digging into her rump in a not so soft fashion. She had put up with much worse, and had done this countless times before.
Her mind went totally blank, tuning out of everything but the rhythmic movements of her paws padding across the dust trail. She briefly found herself day dreaming about the stallion she would be working with. Would he be some huge hunk? Would he bend her over and fuck her... mmm... She shook her head, removing the thoughts like some annoying insect. She was not some animal, she was far classier then this. She came back to reality and found that she was now roaming across the Equestrian wasteland. Gray dust and cracked earth spread for miles around.
It barely even brought her mood down. She was too busy thinking about which of her weapons she was going to use to kill the... The... Wait, she had been saving the details of the monster until she arrived. Surprises were the best... But she needed to check sooner or later. She sat down on her plump rear, one of her ribbons bringing the contract to view. What she read made her grin manically.
She was going to be killing a dragon!
This most certainly quickened her pace, she could not wait to kill it! Her rump was swishing from side to side, and her tail was wagging madly. She could not take it, she needed to get their as fast as possible. She started to run as fest as she could, her soft paws pounding against the dirt as ragged breaths tore from her lungs. She could move really easily being a feral, and she soon found herself at the foot of the mountain. A trip that should have taken five hours had taken just three! Now she just needed to find her partner.
Padding around the mountain, she found him in just two minutes. He was nothing like what she had expected. She had expected a huge hunk, or at least someone that looked useful in a fight. This pony... Well he looked like a total pansy. He had gray fur that blended in with the background, and a black bowlcut mane that had clearly been done by the stallion himself.
And.. He was wearing a battered black top hat, and a red trench coat that made a half hearted attempt at padding out his mare-like body. This.. He looked like he belonged in a hat shop. She should have really expected that considering his name, but seeing it was just... Embarrassing.
He turned to her, a grin spreading across his face as his tatty tail begin to swish behind him. Then laughter tore from his lips, and he pointed a hoof at her as his cackles tore through the air. Her ears briefly went to flop back, then she got a hold of herself. She was not going to let this pansy get to her!
"What's so funny?" She asked, already knowing exactly what it was, but not wanting to indulge him.
"You are!" The stallion chuckled, his horn glowing beneath his hat, or at least she assumed that was what happened, because suddenly he had a pair of straight razors floating in front of him, the handles wrapped in apple green telekinesis.
Celestia dammit, this stallion was a total moron! He was going to try and bring down a dragon with a pair of straight razors! The things were not even designed to be weapons in the first place. The metal was brittle, prone to shattering and unable to get through armor, and therefore totally useless against a dra-
She gave a sharp yelp as his magic suddenly grabbed her, pulling her over to him. She was concerned for the briefest moment that he was going to hurt her, but instead his hooves wrapped around her, the stallion grinning down at her as if she were a child.
"Your so cute! You can't honestly be here to kill a dragon! Don't worry, Hattie will take care of the dragon, and then he is going to take you home and rub your belly so much!"
Luna, this stallion was insane. She had finally had enough of his seemingly endless verbal diarrhea. One of her ribbons reached into her saddle bag, pulling out a small pink potion that she promptly emptied into her mouth before the stupid stallion could cost her any more brain cells with his speech. Her friend had made the normally foul fluid taste faintly of bubblegum, which was a small comfort considering the next part was going to be painful...
Hatter could not believe how entertaining this was. This cute, fluffy... whatever it was, was his partner! The idea made laughter bloom in his chest. He was so going to take her home and make her into his pet. The idea sent a rush of blood to the stallion's groin that distracted him while the cute fluffball downed a potion.
Her back arched, and the air was filled with the sound of cracking bones. Hatter stumbled back, his horn surging as his knives took up defensive positions at his sides, ready to cut down anything that came towards him. No attack came of course, the poor rabbit sized creature thrashing about on the floor. He did not know what was going on, he wanted to help, and yet...
Hatter could not bring himself to go near her. Not because he was scared, but simply because he was unsure. Hatter was not used to being unsure, and had no idea how to react to the feeling. Thankfully, it seemed that the cute fuzzball was not dying, but being reshaped.
The first thing that happened was her legs popped, clicking and extending. Her forelimbs copied this almost in parallel, and then the paws at the end of them slowly bloomed, growing outwards like flowers as her rib cage and belly expanded, along with her head. Hatter barely noticed any of this however, too transfixed on her huge paws. Each one was the size of his head! And he could see the huge squishy pads on them broken into several segments for grip.
He wanted to bury his face in those squishy pink pads and lick them clean, then hump them until they were filthy again. When she stood up, she was a whole three foot taller then him, well almost. Hatter estimated her height at 5'8", but then he had an erection between his legs so his thinking might have been a little impaired. It looked like this... What had she said her name was? Had she even said? He had fo- Not that it mattered, soon she was going to be nothing more then another cum soaked corpse left on a cliffside where nobody would ever find it.
And if anyone asked, he would just tell them she had died tragically trying to kill the dragon. This was going to be fun.
Cotton sighed, stretching her back one last time as she held her massive breasts up. They were EE cups, totally impractical for everything but sex and problematic for fighting. But by Celestia she loved them. She pulled her saddle bags up from the floor, which were now nothing more then a tiny backpack. Traveling as a feral saved time, food, and made her less noticeable. It was totally useless in a fight howeve-
She was suddenly drawn to Hatter, who was sat on his haunches and drooling like some mindless wreck. Between his legs throbbed a truly pathetic attempt at a stallionhood. Fucking Tartarus, this was just... How did she get stuck with him? She pulled her long sword from her bag and pressed a small button on the handle, making the blade glow a dark red as a magical field wrapped around it, breaking it into a dozen pieces and adding an extra five foot to the reach of the weapon, which now served as a jury-rigged whip with a very sharp tip.
She then raised it above her head, then swung her arm down, her wrist giving an elegant flick before the tip of the whip cracked right next to the stallion's leg. Hatter suddenly cursed and dived away, dropping his weapons in his shock. She did not even say anything about the fact he had been staring, she was pretty and she knew it. She just lightly chuckled at the stallion as he fumbled around.
"Go over there while I get dressed, honey." She sweetly spoke, making Hatter stumble away so fast he almost forgot his knives.
She was going to have so much fun with this stallion. He was already drooling over her, and she had not even done anything yet. By the time they were done with this job, he was going to be begging for her... And if he did a good job with this dragon, she might even consider it. Might. There was no way he was going to get a shot at her pussy, but letting him hump her leg, then forcing him to eat her out to orgasm would be fun. He was so pathetic~
She dug around in her bag, which happened to have an enchantment on it so that the inside was bigger then the outside. She dug through several different suits, deciding what she wanted to wear. Her hand fell on a tight fitting rubber swimsuit, and a grin broke out across her face. This was really going to tease Hatter.
She slowly pulled the tight fitting rubber suit over her feet, up her huge thighs. It then got stuck on her huge ass, almost as big as her breasts. She was not just any female however, so she used her powerful arms to pull it over the squishy flesh, making it jiggle rapidly. Her body was so amazing. She pulled it over her belly, then she faced the problem of getting it over her huge breasts.
The tight rubber felt like it was going to burst, and her nipples poked obscenely through the the part that was hugging around her breasts. Rather then making her less obscene, the thick black substance supported her ass and made it stick out even more. It made her nipples stand up and supported her breasts like a huge pair of black rubbery pillows.
Most obscene of all, it hugged tightly against her vagina, making her puffy lips and clit poke out. Each step caused the suit to rub pleasingly against her, and she was sure that her anus would be visible.
“OK Hatter, you can come out now!” She shouted.
Hatter did not appear. She frowned softly, then heard him whimpering from behind a rock. She smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing. She walked over to where the whimpers were coming from, and found him rapidly rubbing his stiff length while he lay on his back.
A smile broke out across her face. “Hatter, get up you pathetic stallion, we have a job to do.”
Hatter knew he had been caught peaking on her, and his eyes snapped open. He then jumped up and shook his head until it felt clear. "Right! Off to kill a dragon!"
With the choice between facing her or an angry dragon, Hatter would take the angry dragon. He stood outside the dragon cave with his knives. Cotton was stood next to him, admiring the stallion as he glanced back at her every few seconds, then realized that she was looking at him and blushed before looking away.
He was so cute. One thing she did not bet on however, was that he was also stupid and reckless when horny.
"I am going in." He said simply, clearly desperate to get away from her. The feral horse then went rushing into the cave of a dragon armored with little more then a jacket and armed with nothing more then a pair of knives.
For the poor horny stallion, this went about as well as one could expect. There was a loud roar that sounded like it was trying to tear apart the very sky. This was quickly followed by cursing in a very Trottingham accent. The cursing got louder and louder until Hatter came rushing out, his jacket on fire, the red fabric complimented by the flames that were eating through it.
Cotton simply gave a sigh and shoved him to the ground, forcing him to roll around until the flames went out. The confused, and slightly toasted stallion lay there, looking up at her huge breasts and the confident smirk across her face. Despite the light burns and the mediocre amount of pain he was in, the stallion still managed to slowly get hard, his modest member throbbing and slowly standing up as his warm life blood flooded to it.
The anthro gave a soft sigh. "I will deal with you in a minute. I have a dragon to kill." With this, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small fold-away spear, giving a flick of her wrist to make it into a full height dragon slaying weapon. Without another word she went walking into the cave.
The dragon was huge, compared to her it was at least five times her height, and eight times her width. She had seen bigger dragons for sure, but this one was certainly large considering it was a baby. It was likely only a hundred years old, mid teens in dragon years. The huge red scaled beast noticed her, its mouth opening in a roar as it smashed its tail against the ground threateningly.
And then her spear flew through the air, the shaft wobbling as the air moved around it, traveling at a speed a steam train might even be jealous of. The dragon never even saw it coming as the spear flew into its wide open maw, the head of the spear punching through the back of its throat.
From the outside, dragons could shrug off swords, axes, and most other forms of damage. From the inside they could shrug off fire... But they certainly could not shrug off a spear. The poor creature looked confused as its tongue worked, licking at the spear as if trying to igure out what it was.
Then it begin to make a series of horrible choking noises, Cotton watching as it rolled onto its back, claws raking at its throat as bloody foam poured from its mouth and its eyes slowly rolled back into its head. She waited until it was dead before approaching, being smart enough not to retrieve her spear least it give a death spasm that could bite her arm off.
She stepped over and pulled a knife from within her bag. She climbed up onto the large beast and stood onto its chest, looking into its dead eyes. It had clearly died in fear, and that, well, it put a slightly sadistic smile on her face.
She raised the knife and plunged it down with both hands, it hit the scales and managed to lightly scratch them, but she had to raise it twice more like this before it sank into the dragon. She smiled, beginning to slowly cut a circle out of its still warm flesh.
Hatter had peaked around the cave entrance and was staring at Cotton as she carved her way through its chest. Blood splattered from the wound, coating her black rubber suit. Cotton noticed Hatter staring and stuck out her chest, making her nipples poke through the black rubber even more.
Hatter was not going to touch himself. He was not going to give into his lust, no matter how spot on to his fetishes this might have been. She kept cutting deeper and deeper until her whole body was coated in blood.
The pokemon then found exactly what she was looking for, lifting a huge lump of bloody muscle from the dragon. It had several valves, tubes, veins and other things Hatter could not identify sticking out of it. It was the dragon's heart.
And then she sank her teeth into it, tearing a large chunk from its surface. Hatter's eyes shot wide in shock as his cock stood up straight, begging for him to rub it.
Then Cotton cried out in pleasure. It felt like hundreds of hands stroking, caressing and rubbing at her body, massaging and robbing all the tension from her tired body. Killing a dragon was hard work. As Hatter stared, her bones let out a loud pop, beginning to slowly expand.
As she slowly ate the heart of the dragon, the pokemon grew, inch by inch, pop by pop and bite by bite. Hatter did not know how much she grew, but she easily went from five foot to seven foot, towering over him. For most, this rate of growth would have been painful. It did make her scream, but for pleasure rather then pain.
The poor equine that was watching did not stand a chance, and was on his back in moments, rubbing at his length as it throbbed into his hoof, watching the transformation happening before him.
As her height grew, her breasts expanded. They went from EE pto sizes Hatter could not imagine, they were not matching her new body, but rather seemed to out grow it, stretching the rubber of the suit tighter and tighter as she grew and grew.
Along with this, her hips expanded to be wider, thickening out Cotton as she cried in bliss, the tight rubber hugging her curves and giving her an almost orgasmic figure.
Hatter was more focused on another, less sex related part of her body however. Her large pink paw pads slowly expanded, filling out with that plush, bright pink fur and lots of soft flesh that the stallion just wanted to bury his face in. In her bliss, she slowly lifted up a foot, giving him a peak to the surprisingly clean surface beneath.
They popped and clicked as bones grew to support that super soft fleshy padding that was coated with even softer downy fur. One of her eyes slowly fixed him a wink as she noticed he was watching. She raised one of those gigantic paws from the ground, showing him the soft underside and the well groomed claws. The things he would do to feel that soft flesh.
The sylveon curled her toes, sending a cascade of wrinkles through the otherwise perfect flesh. Hatter's hoof was a blur as he stared at the beads of sweat dotted about on her perfect foot fur. It was like early morning dew, and he wanted nothing more then to bury his face in them and lick it all up.
She kept growing, her curled toes growing thicker and bigger, the claws growing to match but somehow keeping there well pedicured look. Hatter was sure he was going to cum, it was just a matter of time.
With all the little details he noticed, he picked up one that was a little less lewd, the rubber suit, much like the mental dam holding back his orgasm was being stretched thin. As Hatter stared, it got thinner, and thinner... Soon he could see her bare fur beneath it.
Shortly after this, little rips begin to appear. Hatter knew it was going to happen. He saw it coming a mile off and yet was helpless to warn her.
Her huge heaving breasts tore through the rubber like it was paper, wobbling rhythmically as they settled into there new found freedom. If Hatter had been looking he would have compared the waves of wobbling flesh working along her breasts to the wrinkles on her feet.
He would have noticed how her erect nipples were like pillars, pink fleshy monuments to this goddess of a pokemon that were currently leaking thick rivets of pure white fluid. Truly,she was the pure symbol of fertility.
The milk streamed down her front, contrasting perfectly against the remains of her black rubber suit as the stream flowed further down her body, following each one of her curves and branching outwards before it finally reached her privates, the fluid outlining the lines of her slit that were pressing against the suit before dripping to the floor.
Hatter would have loved to watch such a spectacle.
Unfortunately Hatter was not watching, because the moment her breasts tore through her suit, his eyes fixed on her perfect paws and his mental dam crumbled as a tsunami of pleasure tearing through his mind and washing every single one of his thoughts away.
All he could do was scream and cum.
And he did a lot of both.
His vision was a total whiteout of pleasure, all he could hear was the constant ringing of his ears and a loud, high pitched hum, mixed in with his own screams. The only thing the pony could smell was the earthy aromas of the cave and the coppery smell of dragon blood. And all he could feel was sheer, undiluted pleasure... Contrasted by the cold cave floor and the hot ropes of his own cum that were currently splattering all over his body.
He did not know how long he lay there, thrashing about as he emptied his whole body of cum. His mind was blank, devoid of any thought apart from the paws of that damn pokemon.
When he finally finished coming, and came to, he was met with the sight of Cotton, stood there perfectly naked as she towered over him. Etched across her face was the largest grin Hatter had ever seen.
"Thank Goodness, I thought you were going to orgasm yourself to death. That would have been embarrassing for me." She mirthfully smirked.
Hatter's head was too scrambled to form a proper reply. He shook the remains of static from the edges of his vision and stared up at the giant Pokemon. Her perfect white and pink fur was slightly damp from where her breasts had lactated all over them.
Hatter realized that he was damp too, well, damp was an understatement. His whole chest and belly were soaked from where he had quite literally orgasmed himself dry. The equine's legs were shaky, his limbs felt like a mix of jelly and lead.
Cotton must have picked up on the fact he was struggling to stand, because she leaned down to stare at him, further showing of her gigantic breasts as she giggled. "Daww, does the little colt need some milk?" She asked in a mocking tone.
The stallion was not having this. He was a proud mercenary with high standards, h-
She scoped him up in her powerful arms and lifted him towards her breast. She forced his mouth open with her free hand, forcing it over her large nipple. Hatter would show her, he was going to bite down and tear the bloody thing off her body.
The most amazing milk had ever tasted poured into his mouth. The sweet, warm and creamy fluid wiped all thoughts of resistance from his head. This was wrong. He should fight. He should wipe this woman from the face of the earth for doing this to him.
The poor stallion could do non of this however. All he could do was guzzle down more of this delicious warm fluid. This was...
What was this? He was not really sure. His head was kind of fuzzy, it was really difficult to think. His half lidded eyes stared up at Cotton as she smirked down at him. "Good boy. Just keep drinking my milk like a good boy."
The equine did not know what he was meant to be doing, so he just listened to the soothing voice and begin to suckle as hard as he could. The warm milk filled his mouth, then flowed down his throat and into his belly. He moaned loudly and went limp as she stroked at his mane. He was so happy, his head was filled with blissful fuzz, like the milk was packing it out with cotton wool. For a moment, he had been scared. His mind had panicked because he had been frightened about the fact that thinking was becoming difficult.
He had no idea why he had been scared. Even if this turned out to be the rest of his life, he would have been fine with it. He just had to suckle all this milk down and not worry or think about anything for himself.
Cotton’s powerful hands pried him from her teat, and Hatter surprised even himself when he let out a loud, needy whine. His hooves flailed at her breasts and he tried to air crawl himself towards them.
Hatter had no idea about anything any more, his whole life was pointless without that milk flowing down his throat. He needed it. He would do anything to get it.
“Daww, does the little stallion want more of mommy’s milk?” She asked with a knowing smile.
The unicorn did not even need to think about the question he had just been asked. His head nodded almost on its own. This brought a devilish smile to Cotton’s face. It was the kind of smile that would normally put a shudder into any sensible stallion. Hatter did not even care about it. All he cared about was that this pokemon was like a goddess to him, and he wanted more of her milk.
“Well, if you want more of her milk, you are going to have to earn it like a good boy, does that sound fair?”
He nodded rapidly again, barely paying attention to her question. He knew he wanted her milk, and that was all he cared for.
“Come on then, I need to know you are paying attention. Ask mommy Cotton what she wants in return for sharing her milk with such a worthless stallion.”
He snapped to focus, his mind practically buzzing as it worked over the information needed to get the reward he so desperately wanted.
“What is it that Mommy wants in return for sharing her milk with such a worthless stallion?” He managed to put together. It sounded like his brain had just threw together a bunch of words from the dictionary, which in a way it had.
It seemed to work however. Cotton gave a soft smile down at him, her mouth opening to utter what was effectively gospel to the helplessly ensnared stallion.
“Mommy wants you to use that mouth of yours to lick her body clean. Do you think you can do that?”
Another swift nod from the stallion with barely another thought. He did not need to think any more, Cotton could do all the thinking for him. A smirk snapped him from his thoughts as the sylveon slowly lay on the ground.
“Well, get to work then.”
Hatter trotted over like his life depended on it, moving passed her feet towards those huge breasts of hers. Each one was half his size! He wanted the milk within them more then he had ever wanted anything in his whole life.
“No.” Cotton’s voice made him freeze, giving a look of confusion. “Start at the bottom and work your way up like a good boy.”
Right. Right. He could do that. He reluctantly trotted away from the breasts he wanted so bad, back to the bottom of her body and those plush pink paws. Now that she was lying down, he could see that her feet were over half his size in length and a third of his length in width.
Her pawpads themselves were meant to be a light blue, but they were currently coated in a mixture of dragon’s blood and grime that ruined their perfect colour. Cotton gave an impatient huff upon seeing he had gone into a trance while staring at her feet.
“Well?” She begin, “Get licking you waste of space.”
Yes. Lick. Clean. Various words describing what he should be doing filled his head as he stared at the grimy pink fur that made up the underside of her paw, and those perfect paw pads with grime trapped on and between them.
It felt like he was in a dream, but he slowly begin to walk towards them, his body feeling as if it was floating. The equine was soon within licking distance, but he did not start right away. He did not know why this was so difficult.
His neck slowly extended, bringing his head closer and closer to the perfect pads of her feet. He could do this. He took a deep sniff, smelling the potent musk of her sweat, the droplets from before having soaked into it and dried.
If he could have gotten erect, he would have been as hard as an iron bar right then and there. And from somewhere, he did manage to pull enough strength to force his cock to hardness.
He had thought about this for too long now. The faster he got licking, the faster he could get more milk. Much like a lizard, his tongue shot forward, dabbing against the huge main pad behind her toes, the one she used most for walking on.
The taste of copper, salt, dirt, the smell of her musk and sweat. They all assaulted his senses and screwed up his already messy brain. He did not know why he had not done this before. The equine took a deep sniff and let out a whorish moan.
Fuck, he was so hard. He wanted nothing more then to mount her foot and hump until he had a heart attack. His head was totally gone, and the only thing he could do was rapidly lick at those grimy blue pads.
His tongue carved bright blue furrows through the grime as they exposed the soft flesh beneath. Each lick was followed by a throb from his desperately needy member. Hatter was totally overwhelmed, much like a cat Cotton had scent glands on the underside of her feet, and they were currently pumping out so much musk to ruin the stallion’s mind further.
Thankfully, he was not using his mind much. He was frantically licking away at her foot, each lick sending another throb of pleasure tearing through his member. Once the main pawpad was clean, he stood up on his hind legs and buried his face between it and her toes.
He knew that this gap would be filthy, as it was where all the grime would build up. His mind was totally wiped out from the musk here as he swallowed the filth down.
Her toes curled, her well pedicured claws pressing into his back firmly as she softly stroked them over his back, rewarding him for doing such a good job. Hatter pulled his dirt coated muzzle out from the gap, standing on his hind legs as he begin to lick at the pads of her toes.
By the time he was done, he was sure that he was totally broken. His body was coated in musk and he was shaking softly, a deep haze of lust having set over his body. He could not stop being aroused because everything stank of the most amazing woman he had ever met.
“Ahem,” Cotton spat “You still have the other paw to do.”
Hatter’s legs almost gave out right then and there. By the time he was done with the second paw, his lust had gone so deep that his head was a mess. He could not even remember his own name, he did not even remember the milk he had worked oh so hard to earn.
Cotton looked down at the stallion as he lay in a heap on the floor, his body twitching softly. It looked like the poor stallion was having a heart attack. Her milk was addictive, and had ruined many a stallion and creature that had become attached to her.
Her musk was a powerful tool also, but she had never seen it work this fast and this well. She almost felt pity for the poor thing. Not pity one would feel for a fellow pony, the kind of pity you would feel when you empty a cup of water into an ants nest, then think about it before going to sleep.
This poor thing was totally broken. If she left him here, he was going to die of the cold or milk deprivation. She let out a long sigh, knowing that she would need to take him with her.
Hatter was indeed broken. He could not even remember his own name. He was just lay here, trying frantically to get his body to work and having it totally ignore him.
He was pretty sure he was dying, or that he would die if this got any deeper. The strange thing was that he was happy beyond words. If this was how he was going to die, then so be it. He could not imagine a better way to go out.
A pair of soft, fluffy hands wrapped around him, slowly lifting him up. For a moment, Hatter thought he was being taken away by the velvety hands of death. And then a rock hard nipple pressed to his lips. Despite being scrambled beyond words, Hatter knew what to do here. His mouth parted slightly, taking the nipple into his maw as he begin to suckle.
The moment the creamy milk touched his maw, his eyes snapped open and he felt so much better. He looked up to Cotton as he begin to suckle, his mind slowly returning mostly back to normal. He remembered his name now. He remembered what he needed to do.
His purpose in life was to do whatever he could to make this goddess of a creature happy, and earn more of this life giving milk. He felt stronger and more powerful with every gulp of her milk. So what if it made his head a little bit fuzzy, with strength like this, he did not need brains to do whatever it was that Cotton wanted of him.
And that was all that really mattered in life to him now. His eyes were slowly closing, but before he could doze off altogether, Cotton pulled him away again and slowly lay back on the ground, setting him on her belly.
“You still have a lot of cleaning to do, my little stallion.” She purred, making Hatter’s cock throb softly as dirty thoughts filled his head. He would do anything to please her, anything at all.
His tongue stuck out once more, and he slowly licked down her bely, which was surprisingly clean. The remains of the rubber suit must have done a good job of protecting her perfect body. He was glad of that fact, he did not want anything ruining his perfect goddess. If something did, he would destroy it.
He had now reached her perfect, curvaceous hips. Nestled between them was the most perfect pair of lower lips he had ever seen. Her clit spilled from within it, like some hidden treasure attempting to draw you deeper into her depths.
She noticed that he was looking at her privates, and did not seem happy with that. “Remove your eyes from there right now, or I will remove them from your sockets you filthy creature.” Hatter snapped his head away from it, then begin to slowly lick his way down her legs. Once he was done, he looked up to her and softly swished his tail, like a cat that had just brought its owner a dead mouse.
Cotton let a smile spread across her face. “Good boy. That will do for now,”
She leaned down, her hand wrapping around his body as she picked him up. “Come on. Let’s go get you ready for your new life.”
Hatter had never been more excited in his whole life. He could not wait!
Chapter 2, any hopes of a story are replaced with more fetish porn
Hatter stared at the items laid out before him in a mixture of confusion and shock. Surely she was not being serious. She had taken all his money from the contract for this? But she was indeed being serious.
There was an almost all white onsie as a starter, the only splashes of colour being the bright pink parts for his hooves. The onsie also had a pair of ribbons just like Cotton’s sewn onto the hood. She was trying to dress him up just like her…
He was flattered, he loved his Goddess beyond words, but… He would feel a bit silly dressed up as her. That was not the worst part of the uniform however, the worst part was the tiny pink chastity cage right next to it.
There was no way he was going to wear this. He was just about to tell her as much, but she must have noticed his reluctance because she gave a soft chuckle.
“If you put it on, I will let you have some more milk from mommy.”
There was no way Hatter was not putting it on. He was on his back in moments, frantically trying to fit his cock into that tiny cage. Despite the fact he was limp, it was still quite the squeeze to fit his member into the cage. It would be extremely painful for him to get hard. He really hoped that she did not want him to wear it for too long.
Next was the onsie. He slipped each of his hooves into their compartments, slowly slipping into the suit. The fabric was so very soft, it was like he was being hugged from everywhere at once. It was so cozy, even if he did feel foolish.
Hatter’s horn glowed, pulling the suit up. He shook his hips from side to side, forcing himself to fit. His tail was bunched up inside the suit, and the soft fabric was rubbing so amazingly against his balls, forcing his cock to try and get hard which caused him large amounts of discomfort, but he did not care. Soon he had squeezed his way into the suit.
“O-Ok! I did it mommy!” Hatter chirped proudly. He did not know why he was calling her mommy, it just felt right. Then again, he did not know a lot of things now.
Cotton shook her head, almost sadly. “Not quite dearie, you need to pull the hood up.”
Hatter blinked, “But my horn won’t fit mommy!”
“Do you want the milk or not, just let me see you with the hood up, please?” She cooed.
Well, that was that settled. He floated his hat off and set it down on the ground before pulling the hood up. It hugged tightly around his horn, which was now causing a tent in the hood.
Suddenly, suit heated up, squeezing tightly around his suddenly super sensitive flesh. He did not know exactly what happened, but he was soon on the floor, pleasure tearing through his body as the suit worked some kind of magic on him.
By the time he was lucid again, the spell had long since finished. He had no idea what had happened, but everything felt off. It took him a long moment to figure out why.
His horn and tail were gone! And… the suit was now like a second skin, he could feel through it! In his panicked thrashing he almost smacked Cotton with one of his ribbons. What the hell had happened.
The equine reached his hands up to the seam of the suit, trying to wiggle back out of it. But there was no seam, and he couldn't. He cursed, falling onto his back as he groped at his new body.
He looked almost exactly like a giant sylveon, apart from two things. The first of these was the fact that his face was still clearly equine. The second, much smaller detail was the fact there was a lump in the suit where his chastity cage was, and just behind that was a small lump where his balls were.
“Daww, you’re so cute.” Cotton said mockingly. Hatter needed his brain to work quick. He needed to think of a reason why she had to let him out of this suit. His brain was not working fast however, and it took him far longer then he would have liked to spit out “What if I need the bathroom?”
Cotton giggled, a light airy giggle that suggested she had expected that very question. “You won’t need the bathroom, the suit will take care of it for you.”
Fuck. He tried to think of something, anything that might help him get out of this situation. But there was nothing, his poor brain was far too scrambled to form thoughts, let alone string enough of them together to form a plan.
Cotton took his ribbons in her hand, lightly tugging on them. He could feel it, and he knew that if she tugged any harder it would end up hurting. He did not need any other encouragement, he knew exactly what she wanted and was more then happy to follow after her.
Walking behind her proved problematic however. He was forced to stare at her absolutely massive rear as she walked, which made it jiggle in a rhythmic fashion. He stared at the soft white mound of flesh as it wobbled about, his cock soon attempting to harden within its cage.
Of course, it had no room what so ever to fill, and so even attempting to get hard proved massively painful for the poor pony. Cotton must have known this, because she begin to wiggle her hips from side to side as they walked.
“This is your new life slut. You will only be able to cum without any stimulation to your sexual organs at all. Don’t you worry at all however, there are three more women just like me back home, and they will be able to tease you to climax while I am away.”
Wait, she was going away? How… He needed her. He needed her, and he needed her milk. He opened his mouth to say so, but she tugged softly on his ribbons to cut him off.
“Don’t you worry, the other women are more then capable of looking after you, and I will leave you plenty of milk for if you are good. I just need to go and do something important.”
He could understand that, but he still did not want her to go. It was selfish. His Goddess could do whatever she wanted and he had no say in the matter, but he still wanted her to be near him.
They walked until Hatter lost track of time, which to be honest happened really, really easily so it could have been a really short distance and he would have never know, but he felt like it had been at least a modest distance, because the second skin on his hooves was starting to ache.
He wanted to find a place to lie down and chug some more of Cotton’s milk. Or just do the second part. Not that that was much of a surprise he always wanted that.
As he crossed over the hill, he stared down at the huge mansion at the foot of it, letting out a gasp.
Was this really where she lived? He guessed if she lived with three other creatures like herself, it might be possible for her to get a place like this, but still.
He was tugged again, giving a nod as he begin to climb down the perfectly pruned grass of the hill. This place was breath taking. He wished that he could focus on it, but his head was spinning and filled with what felt like cotton. Not the Cotton that was currently wiggling her rear at him to cause him large amounts of pain from the tiny pink cage he wore, but the kind of cotton you could grow.
Celestia be damned, thinking about that had made his head hurt. No thinking of complicated things for him, complicated things hurt his brain like he had just crawled through glass mixed with eggshells that had been soaked in salt.
His hooves crunched onto gravel and he looked up just in time to smack right into Cotton’s rear, making it jiggle as she turned to him with a glare.
“Watch where you are going silly. Eyes on the ground!” Even though the words sounded kind, he could tell that there was a threat hidden behind them.
He moved his eyes up, staring down the drive to the great oak door that served as the entrance to her home. The golden gravel was framed on either side by more of that bright green grass. Spaced out on this grass was a set of delicately carved bushes.
After taking all of this in, Hatter had worn himself down. He looked up the giant anthro that was currently leading him towards the house. He felt his little member give another throb that sent a jolt of pain through him. It would learn not to get hard soon enough, but until then he just had to weather it out.
They finally reached the giant oak door, Cotton pausing for a moment. “I forgot to mention this, the master of the mansion is out right now, but if he sees you, he will kill you. So please stay in your room when I put you in it, for your sake.”
Hatter was suddenly, and rather understandably frightened by that prospect. Dying was bad, he most certainly wanted to try and avoid that. He nodded once at Cotton to show that he understood, and she gave a smile.
“That’s a good toy.” And with those words, she slowly pushed the door to the mansion open. It creaked loudly and swung inwards in an ominous fashion that made Hatter’s belly sink.
Cotton stepped through the door first, slowly gazing around to check that she was correct in the fact that the master of the mansion was indeed out. Satisfied, she stepped out the way of the door and slowly waved Hatter in.
He padded in nervously, and was instantly met with a lucario wearing a french maid outfit. Her fur was a deep blue, and Hatter barely even noticed it because he was too busy staring at the massive tits.
"Cotton, what is this stallion doing here? You know that Stine will kill him if he finds him."
The syleveon just gave a giggle, wiggling her rear at the stallion which made his cock strain against the tiny cage he wore "Don't worry Lilly, he's just here to help me with my project. Come on Hatter, up the stairs."
She wiggled her rear again, and Hatter followed after her like a lust fueled zombie. He did not really know what was happening, as he entered her room. It was bright pink, the walls were pink, the carpets were pink. Even the bed was pink, contrasted by the skulls of several dragons of varying sizes. They seemed massively out of place in the pink room.
Then she led him into her bed using soft nuzzles. The pink sheets were covered by a large amount of soft pillows. He was distracted when she tossed him a seductive look as her hands went down and begin to slowly strip him out of his clothing. His cock bulged hard against the cage and he groaned hard.
She stopped once she reached his chastity cage, giving it a soft flick. "You are so cute~" She said, then slowly pulled out a rubber suit with her ribbons.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Hatter asked, being cut off when she fixed a bright pink ring gag into his mouth. He tried to call out, but the ring gag cut all the noise he made into nothing. It must have been enchanted. He could do nothing more then look at Cotton fearfully.
She smiled, then pulled his hooves into the rubber suit. The cold rubber pressed into his fur, clinging to him so tightly it felt like a second skin. She pulled it up his body, over his chest, then over his front hooves. Once she was done, she moved the ribbons up the middle of the suit, sealing up the suit.
He could do nothing to stop her. He could not even move his limbs anymore, another enchantment. Cotton could still move them however, and they locked in place like he was little more then a rubber doll.
"Almost done sweet heart. Just one last suit."
She pulled up the soft skin of a sylveon plush, which was filled with soft padding. She begin to pull the white and pink suit onto Hatter, and he simply stared up at her helplessly. As she closed this suit up, Hatter realized that he had been tricked. He wanted to fight, to scream, but he could do nothing but relax into the soft padding of the suit.
She lay him onto one of the large pillows, his hooves under him like he was lying down. The muzzle closed around his mouth, making him look like nothing more there a plush from the outside. There were one sided eye pieces that he could see through, and even those looked like the eyes of little more then a plush from the outside.
He could not move. He was stuck here helplessly, and he was so very aroused. And then she wiggled her ass at him. The poor pony could not even make a noise, but he could get aroused, and his cock pressed against the cage, causing him a mix of pain while also turning him on even more.
Yet from the outside, nobody could see this. He was just another of her many plushies.
"The girls and I will be back up to play with you in a few hours, my new toy~"
He should have hated her, but instead it was excitement that filled her chest. This was his life now. And he could not wait to see what Cotton had planned.
