Horsey Hooligan

Jogging down the sidewalk, maintaining a relatively fast pace, Sunset entered the final leg of her morning run. The cool air, along with the clouds gently wafting overhead, almost felt like it had been made just for her. She didn’t have to worry about school, since classes had just dismissed for the summer, but that was only part of why she was in such good spirits.

Her family had gone on holiday for the week, leaving the night before and giving her free reign over the house. She wouldn’t have to put up with her siblings or her parents for nine full days, so she had every intention of using and abusing all her newfound freedom. There’d be no need to wear a bra or underwear, she could eat whatever she wanted, and she was free to have company over without being questioned - in fact, she should have two guests awaiting her return.

Slowing to a brisk walk, staving off the temptation to wipe her sweat streaked brow, she trotted the final block up to her home. Reaching into the pocket of her shorts, she retrieved her key and let herself inside. As the door swung open, she paused - not just to relish the sound of silence, but to listen for either of her expected visitors.

“Alright,” Sunset loudly announced, stepping into the foyer and knocking the dirt off her sneakers, “where are my bitches?”

The pitter-patter of bare feet on hardwood was all the warning she got, before a svelte, nude figure appeared on the second floor landing. Covered in tanned skin, with a silvery-grey head of hair, the creature could almost be mistaken for a human - almost. Bearing a pair of cat-like ears and eyes, as well as a tail, she honestly wasn’t sure exactly what he was or where he came from.

She’d named him Kitten, because of his feline traits and mannerisms, and he was a mystery. He was probably in his late teens or possibly early twenties, if his looks were any indication, though she had no way to know for certain. What little english he could speak was horribly fractured, he didn’t seem to grasp social etiquette, and he scampered around naked rather often - still, for all his shortcomings and headaches, he wasn’t without certain charms. He was, without a doubt, positively smitten with her.

Bearing a feminine physique, with a deliciously flat chest, ample hips, and gracious backside, Kitten was extraordinarily easy on the eyes, yet those were only part of his appeal. He literally worshiped her, lavishing her with affection of every sort and shamelessly serviced her with his mouth and ass. Despite being male, she’d never caught him so much as touching his equipment - preferring instead to have her deep-dick the cum out of his little coin purse.

Be damned if she knew what he was, where he came from, or what he had been doing alone in the forest, but he’d stuck to her like glue ever since she found him. Though she had been a bit reluctant about adopting a sapient cat-boy, her reservations were quickly discarded. Having a sissy who was more than happy to bend over and be bred was way, way better than owning a pocket pussy - pun intended.

Sunset smiled, as he gazed down upon her. Kitten was one of the very few people - if he could be called a person - who she had a soft spot for. Gripping the banister, without taking his amethyst hued eyes off her, he leapt over the handrail and fell to the first floor. There was no denying his reflexes, even if they’d often take her by surprise, as he effortlessly rolled forward and sprinted over to her.

“Don’t - Oof!” Sunset grunted, as he flung himself against her. Purring contentedly, strongly rubbing his face against her chest and upper abdomen, his tail languidly swished behind him. “Don’t scare me like that,” she grunted, hoping one of his little stunts wouldn’t result in him having to be carried to the hospital...or vet...or wherever the hell you’re supposed to bring an injured cat-boy.

Kitten’s eyes closed, his nose turned up, and he sniffed the air. Running his cheek between her bosoms, over her stomach, and towards her groin, his ear flicked. Like a striking serpent, having discovered the source of the aroma he’d detected, he bit the waistband of her trunks and pulled at the garment - that was, until the young woman lightly smacked the top of his head.

“No, bad Kitten! What did I tell you?” Sunset softly admonished.

With his ears pressed to his head, looking like a stricken animal, Kitten peeked up at her. “M...must ask,” he sullenly murmured, his soft, effeminate voice barely audible.

“And?” Sunset pressed, sternly placing her hands on her hips.

“And...and...do as told,” he continued, suddenly snapping to attention, “Mizstress.”

The mention of Sunset’s self-imposed title broke her serious demeanor, leaving her to grin and shake her head. She’d been training him for weeks on end and, even though it was slow going, she’d made several major strides. He obediently whiled away his days in the attic, to avoid being discovered by her family, and his dick sucking had improved dramatically. Speaking of dick sucking…

“Where’s Shining Armor?” she asked, suddenly reminded that her second guess was strangely absent.

“Oh oh!” Kitten exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the stairs. “Kitten has a gift for Miztress. Worked very hard, yes-yes.”

There’d be no way in hell he could actually pull her around, considering she stood a head and shoulders above him and possessed easily double his muscle mass, but his excitement piqued her curiosity. As long as he hadn’t brought her another dead rat, she wouldn’t be too upset. Strolling along behind him, following him up to the second floor, she couldn’t help but wonder what this gift was.

Plodding upstairs, with Kitten ineffectually hauling her along, she moved towards her room. She still couldn’t hear any sign of Shining, despite having ordered him to be there; having him absent would definitely disrupt her plans and sour her mood. She’d had every intention of having two of her favorite playthings present, so the lack of one would lead to some rather severe punishment.

As the pair approached the open doorway of her chamber, the lad released her and scampered inside and out of view. Stepping forward, turning to see what had him so damn excited, Sunset’s eyes went wide. It wasn’t the fact that she’d stumbled upon Shining in her bedroom, nor the fact that she was treated to a sublime view of Kitten’s succulent backside - no, it was the scene as a whole.

Shining rested on her mattress, with his head hanging over the end facing the door. Lying on his back, with his arms and legs affixed to the bedposts, he was bound with what appeared to be duct tape, but the presentation wasn’t done there. A makeshift gag had been fashioned from a dirty sock, only allowing muffled protests from the boy. Lastly, and most amusingly, he was adorned in nothing but a bra and pair of panties.

“Are those my sister’s?” Sunset asked, glancing over to the boy’s discarded garments. His clothes had been tossed against the wall, beside her closet, as if they’d been hastily tossed aside.

Kitten nodded eagerly, coming to rest beside the trapped young man. “Yes-yes, Kitten borrowed them to make Miztress happy,” he explained. “Kitten did good?” he inquired, innocently cocking his head to the side.

“Very good,” Sunset chuckled, sauntering over to pat her pet’s head. Leaning over, affixing her bound sissy with a piercing stare, she plucked the sock from out of his mouth.

“Thank god, this crazy bastard tied me up and kept trying to sit on my face!” Shining loudly protested, spitting dirt and lint out of his mouth.

“You should be honored,” Sunset laughed, scratching Kitten’s chin, “that’s how he marks you, but I know it’s not the bouquet that you want…” Running one hand down her side, to the massive bulge in her shorts, she openly fondled herself.

Shining was a weak willed pushover who was rather frail and timid, yet those were only two of the reasons he’d gained her interest. Bullying him physically was ludicrously easy, to the point where he’d flinch if she so much as glowered in his direction. Were it not for one small detail about him, she wouldn’t bother giving him the time of day.

His olfactory sense was unparalleled, to the point where her divine musk alone was enough to drive him to orgasm; she’d only discovered the rather taboo information after bumping into him after gym class one day. Literally running into him, as she’d rounded a corner, their collision had left a pair of her used panties on his face. He’d immediately collapsed, moaning in bliss, as his feeble seed coated the interior of his pants; from that moment onward, she decided to make him her plaything.

Sunset still put Shining through his normal paces, having him do her homework and cheating off him on tests, but she took a particular joy from tormenting him. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hastily rub her twin cum-tanks, before passing him between classes, only to firmly jam her scent coated hand to his face. Exploiting his weakness was so much fun that it had ultimately escalated to other forms of depravity.

She’d had him suck her off a few times and even fucked him on occasion, but toying with him never failed to entertain her. She couldn’t tell when or how Kitten had picked up on her love of lewdly mistreating her classmate, although she was very pleased with finding Shining in such a vulnerable state. Snapping her fingers, she peered at her domesticated boy.

“Pants,” she intoned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kitten’s pupils shrank to slits, as his eyes locked onto her crotch. Clambering off the bed, practically leaping over Shining’s frame, he hurried over to his master. Sinking to his knees, at her side, he reached up and pulled the form-fitting gym shorts down her legs. As the article passed over her waist, revealing her creamy colored skin, her loins were slowly laid bare.

Though she’d never taken the exact dimensions of her tool, she knew it was bigger than any she’d ever seen. She kept her package neatly tucked into her undergarments or shorts, throughout the school day, because the damn thing would hang almost to her knee if left unrestrained. Released from its prison, flopping into the open, her unit was nearly as long as her arm and easily thicker than her wrist.

Her cock hung freely before her ripe, pendulous nuts, steadily growing bigger with every passing moment. Vastly larger than the average, in length and girth, she’d always been rather proud of her equipment. It wasn’t like she kept it a secret either, oftentimes bullying guys who weren’t as heavily endowed as her or taunting girls who she knew couldn’t handle someone of her size.

The cool air against her nethers caused a shiver to run up Sunset’s spine, sending yet more blood to her hardening length. Grinning smugly down at Shining, her lack of attention quickly caught up with her. The soft, pillowy lips of the cat-boy affectionately kissed and praised her weighty nuts, as he breathed in her scent.

“No, not right now,” she grumbled, gently kicking her leg and shoving him away. Looking down at him, seeing his wounded expression, she felt a pang of guilt. “Be a good boy and wait your turn. If you do that, I’ll give you a reward later.”

“Y...yes, Miztress!” Kitten beamed, rushing back onto the bed and between the captive’s legs.

“Good boy. Now, as for you…” she trailed off, shifting her focus to the bound lad.

Stepping forward, straddling Shining’s head, Sunset nonchalantly pulled the sports top up and over her head. Now nude, with beads of perspiration running down her body, she gazed down at Shining. She stifled a snicker, if only just; although he could have looked at her tits, ass, or wicked grin, his sole focus was on the equipment dangling above his face.

“You want it that bad, huh?” she sighed and bent forward.

Propping her elbows on the bed, to either side of the boy’s torso, she languidly lowered her waist. She watched him getting harder and harder by the second, until his dick was practically throbbing with excitement. Kitten, being the relatively well trained sissy that he was, sat patiently and watched the scene unfold.

As her balls bumped against Shining’s face, she started rocking her hips forward and back. Like a meaty pendulum, her sweaty nuts glided over the boy’s face. Marking him with her musk, hearing his barely restrained whimpers, she reached forward to pinch and twist his nipples. As she teased the sensitive buds of flesh, she noticed the first beads of pre-cum oozing from his prick.

“Let’s play a game. If you don’t cum for a minute, I won’t fuck your face,” she remarked, continually grinding her package against him. “How’s that…” she fell suddenly silent, watching his little member spontaneously blow his load all over his abdomen. “You really are fucking pathetic,” she grumbled, pushing herself up and standing to her full height.

Shining panted beneath her, his puny dick twitching and dribbling spunk, as he fought to recover. Kitten seemed amused enough, even though he was practically drooling at the sight of warm seed; since he’d been a good pet, Sunset saw no harm in giving him a small appetizer. She snapped her fingers again, pointing towards the spent baby-batter. “Go ahead and clean him up!”

Without so much as saying a word, Kitten leapt into action. Scrambling around on the bed, he positioned himself over Shining’s body. Situated on all fours, with his rump over the slightly larger boy’s torso, he leaned forward to mop the inferior jizz from their captive. Smiling to herself, taking a small step back, Sunset reached down and gently slapped Shining’s cheek.

“Since you lost so quickly, we’re going to play a new game. I’m going to fuck your face and you’re not going to cum. If you win, I won’t rut your ass later. If you lose - well - I think you can guess what will happen,” she snickered, stroking herself and appreciating the shocked look on his face.

Nodding and lifting his head, bringing it to the base of her shaft, Shining acquiesced. He always managed to get off to her treatment, even if he hadn’t had much choice in the matter, so she figured he enjoyed it enough. Peeking up at her, with a single emerald eye, he quietly licked her equipment. Adjusting her stance, she brought the rounded tip of her length to his mouth. Like the obedient bitch that he was, his lips parted.

Wholly lacking any subtlety, once she ensured her positioning was right, Sunset rammed the first third of her length into his maw. His arms and legs tensed, but his bindings held him in place. He was a piece of meat to make use of and it wasn’t like some part of him wasn’t turned on by it. As she heard him take a deep breath, she looked down at the tanned, sumptuous ass in front of her.

“Kitten, do you want to have some fun?” she asked, lifting her hand and licking two fingers. Without looking back, he expectantly swayed his tush from side to side. Mercilessly jamming her shaft into Shining’s throat, hearing him sputter and gag around her tool, she plunged her slickened digits into the cat-boy’s pucker.

Her pet groaned, arching his back and pining for more. Fingers weren’t going to do much, given that he could handle her dick without too much trouble, yet he definitely sounded like he was enjoying it. Loosening his ass and massaging his prostate, she continued thrusting into Shining’s face. Bit by bit, she plunged deeper into his spasming esophagus.

“Just - Mmmph - tell me if he busts,” Sunset grunted, slipping a third finger into the cat-boy’s behind. Without being able to see Shining’s groin, she’d be left to rely on her faithful pet.

“Yes!” Kitten mewled, pressing his chest to Shining’s abdomen.

While she didn’t have the clearest view of what he was doing, Sunset was pretty sure he was helping himself to Shining’s pitiable prick. She’d be annoyed that the little cock-hungry whore was giving somebody other than herself any attention, under normal circumstances, yet she wasn’t terribly bothered. If anything, knowing that her trapped toy was being played with in such a way got her even more worked up.

Withdrawing her digits from Kitten’s backside, she watched his well trained hole wink and grasp at nothingness. She was all for having fun with him, but she couldn’t help herself from being just a little rough. Spitting on her hand, working the saliva over her fingers, she made a fist and aligned it with his hole.

Shuffling forward, driving more of her length into Shining’s gullet, she brought her knuckles to Kitten’s entrance. “Gentle or hard…?”

“H...hard!” Kitten stammered, turning his head and peering back at her.

“Atta girl,” she muttered, forcing her clenched hand into his behind.

Kitten howled, doubtlessly drizzling pre-cum over Shining’s chest and neck as he was fisted. Working her arm into him, only stopping just after her wrist, she began pistoning her limb. It was a bit of a juggling act, fist-fucking one boy while swabbing the throat of another, yet she managed it relatively well. As her nuts swung forward, slapping against the bound sissy’s face, she moved with increasing force.

Having others submit to her was one thing, but utterly dominating them was what she lived for. Forcibly using someone, especially in a lust-driven way, always helped to cement her control and superiority over them. They could enjoy it, of course, although her sadism constantly tempted her to tinge the pleasure they derived with a touch of pain.

Filly hilting, smearing her balls over Shining’s eyes and forehead, she waggled her hips. “I bet you love this, you fucking slut,” she growled.

A muffled choking was all he could muster, compelling her to temporarily withdraw. She wasn’t trying to kill him, so she hauled her turgid length from his airway. Rocking her hips back, allowing him to take a breath, she screwed his mouth. He coughed and sputtered around her tool, coating her low-hanging testes in pre-cum and saliva.

“Breath it in, whore,” she whispered. “Breath it in and-”

“Ah!” Kitten bleated, hastily withdrawing his head.

Looking up, spotting the gooey remnants of Shining’s failure spackling her pet’s face, Sunset smirked. “Looks like you lost,” she tutted, stepping back and pulling her mighty cock from his face. “Guess I’m gonna have to-”

“No, please!” the cat-boy interrupted, throwing his ass into reverse. Glancing back at her, noting her surprise shifting to anger, he gulped. “P...please, Kitten did good. Please mate your Kitten…”

Wrenching her arm free, leaving his ass gaping, Sunset was graced with an idea. “Shining,” she snarled, causing him to wearily look up at her. “Suck off Kitten while I fuck him,” she coldly instructed.

He’d never fellated a guy before, so far as she knew, so the degradation he’d suffer would certainly be worth the compromise. Since she had a full week with them, she could and most assuredly would make use of his behind later - for the time being, she’d been inspired to do otherwise. Leveling her tool at Kitten’s upturned rump, she slammed herself into him.

Her pet cried out whorishly, pushing himself back to hilt her. Without any warmup whatsoever, she started plowing him like the she-stud she was. Peering downward, watching his abused hole clinging desperately to her pistoning shaft, she viciously slapped his bottom.

“Well,” she spat, wildly bucking her hips, “aren’t you going to thank me?!”

“T...thank - Myaaaa - thank you, Mizstress!” Kitten yowled, throwing his head back.

“Damn right,” Sunset laughed. Feeling her balls slapping against Shining’s head, she was reminded of the other participant. “And you better have a mouth full of dick right now, or else Kitten and I are going to double-team you later!”

As soon as she’d finished speaking, the faint sound of slurping could be heard from below. Content with his subservience, she focused on the task at hand. Fiercely grasping Kitten’s slender waist, she ruthlessly fucked the boy. She couldn’t help but smile, as her senses were accosted by the wanton depravity.

It didn’t matter if she was balls deep in a male or female, so long as she was balls deep in someone who knew their place. Frankly, she’d found herself growing increasingly fond of screwing guys - not because it felt any better than drilling a pussy, but because of the added degeneracy of it. Plowing a girl was easy and to be expected, but fucking the cum out of a guy really got her blood pumping.

“Tighten up, Bitch!” she chided, spanking her pet’s behind.

Wheezing, burying his face in Shining’s crotch, Kitten did as he was asked. Angling her thrusts downward, increasing the pressure on his tender p-spot, she watched him shiver. He probably wouldn’t last all that long, between having his ass pounded and being sucked off, although she had a plan; nothing prolonged the inevitable like a touch of discomfort.

Continually slapping his rump, causing him to squeak with each strike, she watched his tush jiggle. Hot, silken, and astoundingly snug, his inner walls conformed to her girthy length. He’d taken to her rough treatment since day one and, frankly speaking, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bit of a masochist. Amusingly enough, his enthusiasm had only grown over time. With as well trained as his backdoor was, it was painfully obvious that he loved being dominated.

Grunting, moving faster and harder as the minutes slipped by, Sunset grit her teeth. “Lift your ass, I’m about to cum.”

Arching his back and pushing himself up, Kitten immediately complied. “Breed Kitten!” he yowled, as the hair on his tail stood on end.

Whether or not Kitten actually thought Sunset could knock him up didn’t matter, although his plea pushed her over the edge. Grabbing his tail and pulling it tightly, she hilted. Her balls snuggled up to her groin, disgorging her fertile seed up and through her wildly throbbing shaft. Able to produce an absolutely prolific amount of cum, her nuts unleashed a flood into her pet.

Kitten tensed, shivering from head to toe, as her insanely virile load erupted within him. Judging from the coughing and sounds of protest from beneath her, Shining had just gotten a mouthful of feline spunk. While it may have been the first time the sissy had helped her get the cat-boy off, it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Fitfully bucking her waist, making sure to pump every drop of her essence into her mate, she contentedly exhaled.

“Hell if I know where you came from, but you make a damn fine cum-dump,” she chortled, taking a step back and withdrawing her length. Just as her cock popped free, she gave Kitten a particularly forceful slap. “Clench up, I don’t want you to waste it!”

Doing what he could to clamp his battered hole shut, a weak trail of jizz glided down Kitten’s inner thigh. She should probably invest in a plug for him, if only so he could saunter around with a gut full of cum for afternoons at a time. Shakily turning to face her, on unsteady arms and legs, he brought his face to her dangling, spunk slickened dick.

“Bitch came two more times,” Kitten croaked, drawing his tongue up her length.

“Did he now?” Sunset inquired, craning her head to look down at Shining. “Well then, since you’re such a good girl for tattling on him, I’ll let you fuck him later.”

“Yes, Miztress,” Kitten humbly whispered, before suckling upon the head of her dick.

Oh yeah, this week was going to be great. To slam-pieces at her beck and call, the house to herself, and nobody was going to interrupt her - at least, that’s what she thought. Standing there, having her equipment licked clean by her faithful pet, a soft whimper from the closet caught her attention. Shoving Kitten away, storming over to the shuddered door, her brow furrowed.

“Who in the fuck is…” she fell silent, throwing open the door and spying down upon who had been peeping on them.

Sitting in the cramped space, with her legs parted slightly, was none other than Twilight. She wasn’t upset with the discovery, although she was a bit surprised. No, if anything, she was actually pleased with the newcomer’s presence. While she had every intention of finding out who let the girl in and allowed her to hide in the closet, that could wait - for the time being, she was just happy to have a third set of holes to service her insatiable lust.