When she came to, she was laying in a puddle of her own sweat and cum, the couch now a ruin of soaking, love-stinky debauchery.

“Ah, she’s come to, darling,” Spoiled chuckled from in front of Trixie, where she was inspecting the mare.

“Well, she needed her rest for what’s next.” Filthy replied, coyly… still reclining comfortably on the couch with his legs spread.

Groggily, Trixie felt herself lifted up from her moaning, gasping heap. Spoiled was ginger, but insistent, coaxing Trixie’s still spasming and quivering muscles to bear her own weight and stand up from the couch.

“Come on… My darling has been very patient, waiting for his turn… and you’ve been sleeping on the job.”

Trixie blinked groggily, one eyelid closing faster than the other as she tried to bring some focus back into her vision.

“W-wha…” She mumbled, parts of her brain still slowly rebooting from the impossible experience she’d just had.

“Filthy has been waiting very patiently for you to take care of his cock… dear,” Spoiled’s words had a playful edge to them. Carefully, the matron pet Trixie’s mane with care and straightened her, steadying the babysitter so she was sitting right in front of Filthy.

“Now now, don’t push her, sweetie,” Filthy chided. “Let her get her hooves under her.”

“Oh please,” Spoiled chuckled, tapping on Trixie’s back to urge her forward. “Just look at her nostrils flare, her body knows what it wants, even if her mind doesn’t… yet.”

It was true. Even as her vision slowly came back, Trixie could smell that wonderful musk, that erotic foggy stench of Filthy’s great horsecock just in front of her nose. If anything, it was helping her body to reboot faster, winding back up that desperate burning desire of lust which had only recently been slightly sated.

The huge stallionhood quickly came into focus. It was still there, hanging just off her snout, the huge bulk of it even more terrifying up close and looking at it from underneath. She felt her tongue thickening in her throat again, drool and saliva starting to build up… along with other juices.

Goddesses, what is this fire in me? Trixie issued a wordless groan. Her body had such a yearning in it, such a burning… her orgasm had done nothing to quell the needs that had sprung up from so deep in her soul… if anything, the rush of pleasure had only helped to shut down what was left of her consciousness, leaving her a pawn to instinct and desire.

And that instinct was pointing her toward this… stud in front of her.

Her mouth dropped open slightly, letting out steaming, foggy breaths.

“Ah, I think we have her attention now, sweetie,” Filthy grinned, leaning forward. As he did this, it tilted his cock forward, the phallic obelisk creeping forward until it booped Trixie in her stunned snout.

It’s touching me.

“Go on, don’t keep him waiting,” Spoiled chided, taking one of Trixie’s hooves off the floor and guiding it to Filthy’s cock, delicately laying it along the midway point of his shaft, “it won’t bite.”

Trixie’s hoof reached out to Filthy’s massive cock, touched just below the medial ring. This was the first time she’d touched a stallionhood - touched anypony with this sort of erotic overtone.

Her heart was racing. She felt terribly inexperienced - and decided to simply default to what her body was telling her to do.

She gingerly began to wrap her hoof around the horseflesh. It was so hot, heavy and rigid, throbbing through her frog with each of Filthy’s heartbeats. She couldn’t even come close to wrapping her hoof around him.

This was supposed to go into a pony? Maybe… maybe even into her?

She shivered slightly with fear, looking shyly up at Filthy through her bangs.

“Go on, then…” Spoiled sniffed, “Stroke.”

Trixie began to move her hoof downward, letting the delicate skin of her frog glide over Filthy’s hot, black, stallion flesh. Each bump and vein pulsed into the sole of her underhoof, as it slid further and further downward, over a seemingly unending run of cock.

With each passing inch, her mind churned with more anxious anxiety - mentally her track of the impossibility of fitting this… thing into her body as her hoof travelled further and further terrified her…

And excited her.

Finally, her hoof met the tangled muff of pubic fur at the base of Filthy’s stout, solid base.

Trixie’s mouth opened slightly, her breath caught in her gut as she was stunned by the realization that her hoof now didn’t even make it halfway around the living, bulging snake of black sausage.

“You might need to use both hooves, dear,” Spoiled coughed, her prescription offered with the barest hint of superiority, which she seemed unable to restrain.

Trixie reached her second shaking hoof forward, taking hold of the shaft. This now meant that her upper body stability now relied upon Filthy’s rigidity… and somehow his powerful erection seemed to bear her weight with no issue, as inconsequentially as if she were resting on a steel beam. For a moment, she imagined herself being lifted by his powerful cock itself, speared by it and hoisted off the ground.

“I-it’s… t-too big,” The whisper escaped her lips.

“I assure you it’s not,” Spoiled guffawed. “Why don’t you turn around and darling will show you just how stretchy a mare can become?”

“Uh…” Trixie blinked looking back up at Filthy as her hooves began to slide their way back up his shaft. He was looking down at her with a kind grin, amused by her fluster. “I…”

“In due time, sweetie,” Filthy chided her, never breaking his smiling gaze at Trixie. “I wouldn’t want to pop on the first stroke… I’m fit to burst.”

Spoiled tsked back through clenched teeth at Filthy, her eyes narrowing with displeasure. “What is it with you always wanting to drench your partner ‘s face with your first load?” She shook her head disapprovingly. “It’s like you’re living out some plebeian pornographic fantasy, it’s most uncultured.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Filthy winced slightly, “but I do love the look.” His smile grew as he looked down at Trixie.

Trixie could see his eyes flaring with excitement, intensity. Behind those deep blue pools, he was already defiling her, marking her, painting her. She could strongly sense, for the first time, his desire to possess her. To make her his. To add her to his debauched fantasies.

She felt very much like the inexperienced teen she was, like a filly on the ancient plains of Equestria about to be herded into some feral stud’s harem.

“But you’d better start stroking a bit faster, dear,” Filthy’s sultry growl was directed at her, ringing through her ears. “I may be close to the edge, but I’ll still need a little help from you to get there.”

He reached down and grasped Trixie’s two hooves with his own, then started to increase the pace of Trixie’s masturbating strokes. Faster and faster, with more and more pressure. She was surprised by how much force and violence was needed to actually hoof off a stallion, this strong cock really was like a piece of iron wrapped in flesh!

“Let’s get it a little slick, shall we?” Filthy winked, as he leaned forward.

One of his hooves left hers, snaking quickly down between her thighs as he lurched forward with an awkward lean, bringing his cock bouncing off her snout again. She had little time to think about the wet slap of his heavy cockhead against her muzzle before the press of Filthy’s hoof against her hot teen snatch drove any reaction from her in an excited gasp.

He was not like Spoiled. Not delicate, skillful, or adroit.

This was force, size, and determination.

A stallion’s hoof.

And it was inside her!

Pressing into her winking furrow and sliding upwards, grinding against her clitoris as it pulled upwards, scooping a slick dollop of her steaming fillycum.

The hoof slid up her chest, leaving a trail of sticky messes in its wake as it lazily traced up to her face. The stallion looked at her with smug domination and let his slick-wet hoof press into Trixie’s muzzle.

He’s making me taste myself!

Trixie was beyond resistance at this point, there was no way for her to resist that hoof. The tart, cinnamon tang of her own juices burning on her tongue. But he didn’t linger there, his hoof quickly slipping away and skillfully playing over his own cock head, slicking the dark dome with her juice.

My juice… mine… it’s on him. Coating him!

Her hooves moved faster over the well-lubricated flesh. The hot mix of her slick cunny-juice and the increasing trickle of Filthy’s clear liquid made her hooves fly, pumping harder and harder.

The stallion groaned and slid backward, getting comfortable once again and letting Trixie set her own pace now.

“That’s it... yeah… mmm…” Filthy’s husky groan rumbled from his chest.

It was invigorating, intoxicating. She had this massive dick in her hooves, and her own movements, her own actions, were bringing so much pleasure to this stud… making him throb and twitch, alive under her ministrations... making him groan and shift, all that overwhelming presence reducing to putty in his hands.

“He’s close, use your mouth, dear,” Spoiled clicked with her tongue as she breathed. It seemed clear that she had wanted to use a different word, the way she said dear screamed like she actually wanted to call her a slut, or a whorse.

Trixie didn’t care. She wasn’t even sure Spoiled was wrong. Trixie was loving this.

Pleasing her stallion, lavishing his phallus, his masculinity. Worshiping him.

She leaned forward, unsure.

The huge bobbing, black, head was the size of her hoof. It reminded her more of trying to fit an entire candy-apple into her mouth.

Impossible.

She hadn’t even kissed a stallion yet! And now she was going to be kissing… that?

But it smelled so good.

And her stud’s moans sounded so good.

She wanted to please him, wanted to inhale that incredible musk, wanted to be closer to him, one with him… to taste him.

She leaned forward, softly extending her tongue and pressing it against Filthy’s glans.

Hot.

Musky.

Amazing.

She began to slurp upward, coating the underside of his glans as she lapped up the slickness, nearing closer and closer to his drooling cockslit and the source of all those wondrous testosterone-laden juices. Her inexperienced tongue rolled over the straw-like hole in its eagerness.

“F-f-fuck! I’m coming, Trixie!”

Trixie sensed Filthy’s hips lifting off the couch, she saw those massive black testicles retracted upward, dragging up against his body. A huge pulse wracked up his shaft, throbbing it to an even more terrifyingly thick girth under her very hooves, and making his medial ring the size of a donut.

Then his head blossomed, becoming as large as a saucer plate, like a cobra rearing up and spreading its hood.

Trixie jerked back, frightened.

“Don’t move!” Spoiled snapped, gripping the back of Trixie’s head. “Keep your mouth open, you stupid little whorse.”

Trixie had no time to absorb the insult, as the first blast of white-hot glue-thick cum blasted out of Filthy’s flare.

“Mnnnghh!”

The first blast of batter was nearly two seconds long, more than enough to fill a mug with his steaming spunk. But this was pouring right into Trixie’s open mouth, splattering off the roof of her muzzle and out the sides, quickly overfilling her before the first shot was even done.

Cum.

Delicious, scrumptious cum.

If the musk and pre-cum had been intoxicating to her feminine biology, the spunk was something a full order of magnitude more powerful. Like comparing the addiction of sugar to the addiction of heroin.

Every cell of her sensitive female biology sensed and absorbed the presence of life-creating, alpha-stud seed, whirring her primal reproductive instincts into overdrive. Deep inside her gut, her ovaries shuddered and spasmed, letting loose an ovum… her respiratory rate and heartbeat increased, filling her muscles with energy… those same muscles twitched and fired, readying her body for the physical exertion of being bred.

And her tight teen fillyhood spasmed and clenched, squirting out a new deluge of lubricating spatter as her clit winked out in agony.

Her mind flooded with hormones and pleasure chemicals, her pupils wobbling and shifting into heart-shaped irises, as her frontal lobe shutdown and her primitive cortex took over, effectively enslaving the fertile filly to the raw virility of her stud.

Rope after rope of the steaming spray of Filthy’s thick seed slung out from him, coating her in thick lines that left obscene marks across her face, her mane, her chest. The precious flow dripped and dropped through her fur like a wet jelly, soaking her in Filthy’s stallion-ly stink.

“Raaggh!”

A roar came from Filthy, and he sat up, smearing his still shooting cock across Trixie’s face… sending a particularly ill-timed spurt onto her brow and making her flinch.

“That’s my darling,” Spoiled chuckled. “When other colts rest, he gets his second wind.”

Trixie could see it, the grimace in Filthy’s brow, the fierce growl. His muscles seemed to bulge and thicken with new strength, looming even larger than he had seemed only moments before.

He was like a whirlwind, leaping off the couch with the dexterity of a Wonderbolt athlete and the raw strength of a seasoned farmhand. His massive cock hung parallel to the floor, still sending off little spurts of clenching ejaculation as he scooped up his prey in his bulging arms.

Trixie was too stunned to react. This was not the stallion she had been sitting in front of moments before, not the kind but cocky wealthy employer with a hidden heart of gold. This was a stallion in rut, mad and frothing… with a burning need in his eyes.

He hoisted her under her armpits like a wet cat, as though she weighed no more than a feather. But he was not gentle. He unceremoniously tossed her into the couch, then sprung over the whole of the couch himself, landing behind the ornate sectional.

“Wh-wha…” Trixie’s cum filled mouth struggled to find words.

“Quiet.” Filthy grabbed her again, jerking her around so that her hind legs hung off the back of the couch and her shocked, love-stunned face looked forward toward a bemused Spoiled, still sitting on the floor in front of the cushions.

“I’m tired of all these damn games, you little minx.”

“D-darling… don’t break her. Remember the last one?” Spoiled warned, a hint of concern in her voice.

“We can get another,” He growled, leaning over Trixie’s back. His hooves spread her hanging legs, which couldn’t even reach the ground. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear with fierce, dangerous undertones. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Author's Note

Dang, Trixie learned quickly from her employer. That's one hell of a training program.