Comeuppance

by Some Leech

Chapter 2

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As she thrust a hoof over to her nightstand, fumbling to silence the angrily jingling alarm clock, a string of obscenities escaped Fenris. Her night, just like the two nights prior, had been restless and well beyond exasperating. Being unable to undo her transformation would have been aggravating enough, but that problem had become overshadowed by another, maddening issue.

Be it from Pixel’s teasing, her female biology fully activating, or some combination of the two, she’d begun entering her first heat. It had started with what she assumed was a low grade fever, followed by an ache in her lower belly, prompting her to do a bit of research on the topic. While going to a doctor would have been the most prudent solution to her question, she couldn’t bring herself the shame of explaining her situation to a physician - as such, she’d simply diagnosed herself.

The physical signs and symptoms of her estrus were bearable, in and of themselves, yet her condition seemed to worsen by the hour - not because of how she felt, but because her mind was beset by unwanted, wholly inappropriate thoughts about stallions. While she would have loved to place the blame solely on her friend, she knew that would be both unfair and untrue. She’d unwittingly turned herself into a mare and, unfortunately for her, now she was going to deal with the repercussions.

Throwing the sheets off herself, feeling a cool, damp patch of cloth at her groin, she facehoofed. For two nights in a row she’d had wet dreams, waking up in a pool of her own lecherous juices, and there seemed to be no end to her licentious, contemptible subconscious. Rolling off the bed and to her hooves, cursing softly to herself, she gathered up the linens and stormed out of her room.

“Well well well,” the seated stallion began, smiling over at the irate mare, “if it ain’t my favorite-”

“Silentium -” Fenris snapped.

Pixel stiffened, preparing himself for the assault. Sure enough, a heartbeat later, the long, crimson scarf came sailing right at his head. Grappling with the length of fabric, using both his physical strength and magic to wrestle with the cursed item, he smirked. She’d been particularly irritable since she’d come into season, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to give her a hard time.

“You know - Fuck - I could help scratch that itch of yours,” he grumbled, fighting with the ensorcled garment.

“Not if you were the last stallion in this universe, Pixel,” she shot back, traipsing through the kitchen and into the washroom.

“Or we could ask the neighbors to borrow their orthos,” the kirin quipped.

Sneering, she loaded the blanket and bed sheet into the machine. “Keep talking, please,” she shouted, “your little suggestions can and will be used against you eventually…”

By all the stars in the night sky, she swore she would reap her vengeance upon him, but first she’d have to deal with her own issues. As cathartic as it would be to dole some payback to her friend, she was at a disadvantage of strength, mental fortitude, and arcane power. Having spent the last few days studying in seclusion, staving off the impulse to masturbate, she’d come to several conclusions - regrettably, none of them were particularly useful.

The spell she’d cast on herself could be undone, although the procedure was both dangerous and would require components that weren’t readily available; to make matters worse, aside from being smaller and less physically powerful, her use of sorcery had suffered a toll. Two fundamental pillars of sorcery were willpower and concentration, and she’d had perilously little of either lately. Having set the laundry to start, she marched back to the living room.

“Reditus,” she commanded. As the scarf wriggled from the kirin’s grasp and coiled around her neck, she piqued a brow at her companion. “I’m going out to run some errands. Do you - Ugh - need anything?”

Shaking his head, Pixel waved a hoof. “Nah, I’m good,” he responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about giving you a hard time, it’s just, well, I didn’t expect you to be so cute as a mare.”

While his admission was truthful, there was a poignant reason as to why he’d made the comment. Bashfully smiling, he lifted his head and looked over at her. Standing motionless by the exit, staring blankly over at him, the barest tinge of a blush crept into her cheeks. He hadn’t been sure how a simple bit of flirting would affect her, but her reaction was more than he’d ever hoped for.

“Actually,” he hastily added, “could you pick up the newest issue of Power Ponies for me?”

If I find myself by the comic shop, maybe…” she grunted, stomping out and slamming the door behind herself.

Grinning like an absolute fool, he glanced up at the clock to check the time. There’d been something he’d wanted to do to screw with her, but she offered him the opportunity to pull it off. Biding his time, promising himself that he’d wait a solid ten minutes until he enacted his harmless scheme, he plucked a magazine from the coffee table and begrudgingly forced himself to be patient.

As she trotted through town, disregarding the few ponies she passed, Fenris moved like a mare on a mission - mostly because she was on a mission. The libidinous cravings she endured were both infuriating and horribly distracting, and they’d led her to a single conclusion. If her body insisted on being stimulated, she’d do just that - she’d go out and buy something to scratch her carnal itch.

It took her less than half an hour to reach her destination, yet her arrival dealt a blow to her confidence. She wouldn’t have thought that entering an adult novelty shop would give her a moment for pause, yet the indignity of it did just that; for fuck’s sake, she’d never needed any sort of sex toy, not with her ability to woo mares off their hooves! Setting her brow and pursing her lips, she strolled into the unassuming shop.

Rows upon rows of pornographic material lined the stores interior, with posters and promotional material adorning the walls, but those weren’t what she was after - no, not in the slightest. If she’d wanted to merely look at something smutty, she could have picked up a magazine from the corner shop, instead of going out on a trek through town. As she scanned the interior, the sound of a clearing throat caught her ear.

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” the cashier, a somewhat portly, albeit friendly-looking unicorn asked.

Her lip reflexively curled, as she pressed onward and away from the stallion. “No…”

Be damned if she’d casually announce what she was there for, not to a total stranger, so she’d just help herself. Winding through the aisles, casually browsing the various media, accessories, and lewd garments they had available, she finally found what she’d been looking for. Drawing to a halt, she turned to fully face what she could only describe as a monument of depravity.

Dildos - so many dildos of varying shapes, sizes, colors and textures that she was genuinely startled with the sheer variety. With more than fifty of the damn things available, modeled after a number of Equestria’s sapient and non-sapient species, she really wasn’t sure where to start. As she looked them over, mutely wondering which one would best suit her needs, her eyes settled upon a relatively modest canine-themed dong.

Nearly half the length of her bygone stallionhood, with an appreciably fat knot at the base, the sex-toy called to her id; it was by no means the largest dildo they had available, nor was it the smallest, yet she hadn’t come intending to test, metaphorically or not, her limits. Nodding to herself, snatching the clam-shell package from its wall peg, she wheeled around and proceeded back to the checkout.

Mercifully for her, the clerk either ignored or failed to notice the rosiness in her cheeks and beads of sweat on her brow - merely ringing her up, bagging her purchase, and bidding her a good day. She couldn’t explain why the endeavor was as trying as it had been, considering her various sexual exploits in the past, but she felt almost vulnerable buying something so intimate; maybe it was her female brain overpowering her personality, or perhaps it was the shame of the stallion knowing what she was going to do with the toy - in any case, she swiftly departed without saying a word.

Stepping outside and into the cool, crisp autumn air, she glanced in the opposite direction of her home. Pixel had mentioned wanting her to pick up a comic, and it wasn’t like his request was particularly egregious, so she felt compelled to oblige him. Altering her course, stashing her purchase within the folds of her scarf, she trotted to her secondary destination.

...

Sitting atop Fenris’ bed, Pixel ground her pillow over his crotch. He’d intentionally abstained from showering for the last day or so, and even taken a brief jog the evening prior, purely to work up a bit of a funk. As his musky package glided over the cushion, driving his scent into the fabric, he smirked.

Since his little bout with her in her room, making her cream herself, he’d developed a small theory. Despite not forcing her to do anything to his equipment, she’d spontaneously pushed her nose to his junk and, if he hadn’t been so vehement with the oral, he could have sworn she would’ve done more than that to his package. If his hypothesis was right, that she actually had developed some lustful interest in stallions - heaven help him, he might have to see how far she’d let him go with her.

Only after he’d imparted his stallionly aroma into her other pillows and her freshly washed bed sheets did he return to the sofa. The entire process took less than an hour, with his original plan being much less complicated - still, seeing as how her load of laundry got finished in time, he figured why not. Mere minutes after making himself comfortable, the front door swung open to reveal his dearest roommate.

“Welcome back,” he casually greeted, moments before the comic he’d asked for sailed to his side. “By the way, I made your bed for you.”

“Thanks, but you still owe me four bits,” she grunted, cantering to her chamber. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some much needed research to get to.”

Following her with his eyes, something peculiar caught his attention. Her pace was quickened, her tail was partially flagged, and he felt certain that he’d caught a glimpse of her dampened marehood, yet those weren’t what held his interest. Buried under her scarf, pinned beneath one wing, was an oddly shaped something - something she’d tried and failed to conceal from him.

Fighting the urge to ask her about it, feigning ignorance, he picked up his comic and started reading. She hadn’t mentioned what she was going out for, but whatever she’d gone out to do had ended up getting her a little worked up. He’d have to give her a solid twenty minutes or so, enough time to drop her guard and do whatever research she’d mentioned, until he could do a bit of snooping. Flipping the cover of the latest issue of Power Ponies, glancing up at the clock, he snuggled into the corner of the couch and waited.

Alright,” Fenris muttered, opening the package and resting the toy on her bed.

Having had zero experience masturbating as a mare, save for the singular instance of rubbing herself, she found herself at a bothersome impasse. It was one thing to watch a chick get herself off, but doing it herself would be a totally different affair. As she clambered up and onto her mattress, musing on how best to diddle herself, she knit her brow.

She would have ridden the darn thing, if she’d had something hard and stable to affix it to, but that wasn’t an option. The way she saw it, she had two reasonable courses of action - she could either lay on her back and screw herself or do herself doggy style while using her wings to hold the dildo. Ultimately settling on the latter choice, she spread her hind legs, lowered her chest, and pressed her face to the pillow.

As she grabbed the toy and brought it behind her, nudging her entrance with the spear-like tip of the dong, her heart skipped a beat. Her self-contempt died the instant the toy graced her overly sensitive flesh, causing her marehood to reflexively wink in anticipation. Reining herself in, she cautiously pressed the toy into herself.

Though the sensation of cold, unfeeling silicone was strange, the feeling of the dildo slowly filling her was astounding. The nerves in her canal went alight, as the meticulously crafted veins along the semi-pliable shaft caressed her inner walls. Resting her head on the pillow, she closed her eyes and reluctantly started enjoying herself - after all, if getting off as a stallion was acceptable, she couldn’t fathom why doing so as a mare was any different.

Touching herself was interesting, having Pixel eat her out had been transcendent, but actually having something inside herself was something entirely different. Having spent the entirety of her life as a stallion, there was nothing she could equate the experience to. Curiously pleasant, in an indescribable sort of way, she steadily plunged the dong deeper and deeper still, only stopping once it’s bulbous root bumped against her clit.

As she fruitlessly turned her head, attempting to peer back at herself, she knit her brow. As self-indulgent as it sounded, she would have liked to see what was going on - nevertheless, there was no way she was going to stop. Easing her head down, drawing a deep breath, her pulse quickened. For whatever reason, imagined or not, she was reminded of the kirin’s heady musk.

Chocking the olfactory input up to her imagination, likely some subconscious sensual process, she withdrew the dildo and began languidly screwing herself in earnest; it was a bit tricky to get used to, since the motions were totally alien, but it took her next to no time to fall into a steady rhythm. Slowly warmed by her body heat, the cool toy reached a more agreeable temperature, making the process all the more gratifying.

Inhaling through her nose, sighing and lightly moaning through her parted lips, she bucked her hips back against the dildo. Though she’d only just started, she could already tell that her purchase was well worth the small investment. As she buried her head in the pillow, breathing in more of the uncannily intoxicating fragrance, a trail of feminine juices dripped down her inner thigh and to her fetlock. She wasn’t sure about actually cramming the knot into herself, but the shaft alone was definitely doing something for her…

Oh fuck,” Pixel silently exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sight of his once-masculine roommate fucking herself.

Seated just outside her room, voyeuristically watching her, his forehoof crept to his groin and his turgid stallionhood. He’d initially planned to burst in and disrupt whatever she’d been doing, falsely assuming she was going to attempt to undo the transformative curse, yet the sight of her shamelessly getting off was way, way hotter than it had any right to be. Altering his grand designs to something all the more self-serving, stroking his cock all the while, his eyes never left her juicy loins.

Mmmmm - Aaaaaahn,” she softly whimpered, arching her back.

She had no way to know she was putting on a show, and she had no reason for the theatrics, leading him to believe that her actions weren’t any sort of an act. If she was that desperate for some attention, especially being as good looking as she was, she could easily go out and score a one-night stand with somepony. Shaking his head in amusement, he fell motionless.

There was somepony who could give her what she wanted, somepony who’d earned her trust ages ago. While they may play tricks on one another, or occasionally give each other shit, their friendship had been tried and tested time and again - long story short, if there was anypony she’d feel comfortable enough to bed, it would be him. Jumping to his hooves, feeling like a horny genius, he kicked open the door and leaped into the room.

The jarring sound caused Fenris to start, yet things only got worse from there. Glancing to the doorway, seeing her roommate proudly smiling over at her, her blood ran cold. In her haste to sate her marish needs, she’d neglected to properly shut or lock her door. Being caught with her hoof on her crotch had been bad, but having him walk in while a dildo was lodged in her cunt was easily the most mortifying thing to ever happen to her.

“G…get out!” she hollered, her panic-streaked voice reverberating throughout the small chamber.

“Wait!” he rebuked, holding up a cloven hoof. “Listen, I have a proposal. Fenris, we’ve known each other for - what, over fifteen years? You’re a hot mare, I’d like to think I’m a decently attractive stallion, so why don’t we do each other a favor here.”

Get,” she seethed, glaring at him, “out…”

Ignoring her demand, he trotted over to the bed, jumped onto the mattress, turned sidelong, and cocked his hind leg at her. The sight of his endowment landed a ruinous blow to her higher functions, all but erasing her vitriol. They say that proof is in the pudding, and if his bobbing erection was anything to go off of, he’d been sincere when he mentioned that she was a hot mare.

“Instead of a shitty dildo, how about I let you experience the real thing,” he murmured. “No tricks, no harassment - just two ponies scratching an itch for one another.”

Keeping her lips sealed, knowing full well that she was drooling from both ends, she swallowed hard. Despite his unwanted intrusion, he’d made a good point. They were both adults, they both had a healthy libido, and she felt confident that an actual cock would feel significantly better than a mere toy. Grappling with her monstrous id, with her consciousness all but screaming at her not to relent to his advances, she licked her lips.

“I mean, come on, you’re Fenris,” he chuckled, inching up beside her. Stepping over her lowered head, he dropped his hips and dragged his coin purse over her snout. “When’s the last time you ever half-assed anything…”

The heat and fragrance of his package struck her like a gong, wearing away at her sanity. Shivering from head to hoof, clenching around the submerged length of silicone, she withdrew her wings and allowed the dong to slide from her depths. As her marehood angrily winked at nothing, practically begging her to be filled, her composure broke.

F…fine,” she stammered, her cheeks darkening as she shoved him away, “but under two conditions.”

Backing away to the very edge of the mattress, his expression softened. “Name them.”

“Number one, you stop if I tell you to stop,” she hissed, locking eyes with him. “Number two, if you ever, ever breathe a word of this to anypony, they’ll never find your body.”

Waving away her concerns, retaining his amiable tone and expression, Pixel moved around behind her. “Done and done. And don’t worry, I’ll go nice and slow ~ alright?”

Hmmmph,” she harrumphed, looking away from him. “Whatever…”

He could hardly believe she’d actually agreed to letting him plow her. He’d half expected her to sic her scarf on him, choking him out or dragging him out of the room, yet she actually seemed interested in doing the deed - well, as interested as Fenris was with doing anything she didn’t have absolute control in. Rearing to his hind legs, having kicked the discarded toy off the bed, he locked his forelegs over her hips and shuffled forward.

Relying on his experience to guide him, leaning on his muscle memory, he flexed his pelvis and brought the blunt head of his cock to her entrance. He never would have thought he’d wind up mounting his best buddy, but fate must have had a sense of humor. Too worked up to give it much thought, having gone months without a lay, he slowly sank his length into her.

Like molten velvet, her interior embraced his stallionhood. It took more restraint than he cared to admit to keep himself from instantly going balls deep, but he was able to manage - if only just. Aside from giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion, he wanted her to savor how good an actual dick was compared to a paltry marital aid. Savoring her warmth, keeping his eyes shut, he failed to notice how much she was enjoying the experience.

Biting down on her hoof, Fenris reeled at the sensations accosting her. In the blink of an eye, her friend’s words were proven true; his stallionhood was leagues better than the toy she’d been using. Markedly larger and hotter, his endowment steadily stretched her confines. She’d never thought he was particularly large for his size, only being slightly above average for a kirin, but he felt positively massive.

As his thick medial ring forced its way past her meaty lower lips, grinding against her g-spot, she rolled her hips back and groaned. She hadn’t wanted to do something so impulsive, yet her body acted of its own lustful accord. Summoning the courage to turn her head and peek up at him, she gulped. His shit-eating grin and heavily lidded eyes told her everything she needed to know - he realized she was into it.

Not a word,” she grumbled, preemptively silencing him - alas, there was no stopping him.

Balancing himself on one foreleg, Pixel reached out and stroked her blushing cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself - actually, I’d say it’s perfectly natural,” he endearingly remarked, softly scratching her chin. “Just relax and let me do all the work; can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

Though he couldn’t see it, he felt her tail wagging against his belly. Though he was tempting to berate her or give her a hard time, that could wait - at least for the time being; for now, he needed to get the hooks in a little deeper. If he could successfully win her over, showing her how convenient it was to have him available to tend to her amorous needs, he’d basically have access to pussy whenever he wanted.

Bracing his legs and securing his grip, he withdrew a portion of his length and gave her her first real thrust - nothing too hard, but enough to get the ball rolling. Her vice-like snatch clenched upon him, as he bumped against her womb. Sweetly smiling down at her, seeing her eyelids flutter, his ambitions soared. Whether she knew it or not, he was about to rock her world.

She’d been about to say something - anything to shut him up, but the bliss of each plunge was too much to bear. Her ire was drowned out, beneath the inexorable tide of pleasure. Reflexively bucking against him, meeting his thrusts, she stifled herself - even then, it wasn’t enough. Moaning around her hoof, it felt as though some part of her was fading away.

His weight against her back, his steady, almost loving pace, and the abject sense of fullness he afforded, she came to a startling realization. Being fucked didn’t just feel good - it felt right. It was hard to wrap her head around, but some part of her clearly embraced her newfound role. She wasn’t supposed to be in charge, she wasn’t built to be a dominant creature - no, she was made to be used by a strong, virile stallion. With every buck of his hips, every gentle slap of his nuts against her clit, her defiance withered.

Before she even realized it, she was moving in tune with him. Swinging her ass back, synchronizing her movements to his, she rhythmically relaxed and constricted her marehood. It was a terrifying revelation, to think that she inherently knew what to do, but it hammered the point home; in spite of the indignity of it, this is what she needed. Abandoning her hesitation, she succumbed to the sins of her treacherous flesh.

Increasing his pace, he draped himself over her and pecked her cheek. “Such a good girl - there you go, just like that…”

Just shut u - Mmmmph,” she mewled.

Her spontaneous protest, born purely of spite, had a striking and wholly untended effect. Having only just begun, the kirin ground to an abrupt halt. Her feeble attempts to fuck herself on him drew to a close, as she peered up at him. Much to her horror, in place of the kindly expression he’d bore moments before, he stared deadpan at her.

Without saying a word, Pixel dismounted and hauled his length from her depths. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she hadn’t truly wanted him to stop, but he wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip through his hooves. If she really wished for him to continue, he was going to take the chance to teach her a lesson in marish etiquette.

Jumping from the bed, hoping his hubris hadn’t just screwed him out of a good nut, he made for the door and made one final gamble. “You said stop…” he announced, addressing her unasked question.

Seeing him moving to leave, Fenris’ thoughts raced. Though they’d been goin at it for a very short time, she’d already felt the telltale signs of her release growing stronger and stronger. If he’d kept it up, she likely would have cum in a hoofful of minutes or less. Snarling to herself, biting back her rancor, she cleared her throat.

I didn’t say stop,” she whispered.

Peeking over his shoulder with an incredulous look, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What was that?”

“I…” she faltered, “I didn’t want you to stop.”

“Then why’d you tell me to shut up?” he countered, lazily wheeling around to face her.

Keenly aware that he was looking at her slavering marehood, she averted her gaze. “I just - Ugh,” she groused, hating herself for what she was about to say. “You can keep going.”

“I mean,” he continued, backing towards the exit, “I’m really not sure. The last thing I want to do is make you -”

“Will you get over here and fuck me already?” she bellowed. “It’s bad enough that you talked me into this, so you’re going to finish what you started.”

“Or what?” he scoffed. “It’s not like you can make me do anything. How about you swallow your pride and politely ask.”

It was a huge risk to demand anything of Fenris, but Pixel had never seen her in such a sorry state. The haughty stallion he’d known was all but gone, replaced by a cute little mare who was desperate for some satisfaction. Shifting ever so slightly, ensuring she got a nice view of his slickened, throbbing stallionhood, he mutely awaited her reply.

Fenris had done many things over the years, from subjugating mares to brazenly cucking lesser stallions, yet she’d never stooped so low as to beg anypony for a damn thing - that was, until that moment. Scrunching her snout, she reached back with her wings and prized her buns apart. Embarrassing couldn’t begin to describe the debased display, yet it was better than openly beseeching him to continue. For a fleeting moment, seeing him move closer, she assumed her gambit had worked - sadly, that wasn’t the case.

“Let’s try this again,” he sighed, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his snout. “If you don’t nicely ask me to keep going, I’ll leave.”

“I…I want…” she sputtered, while her traitorous tail listlessly flipped from side to side, “I want you to screw me…please…”

Her plea was the sweetest symphony Pixel had ever heard, immediately bringing a smile to his face. Sluggishly stepping onto the bed, he trotted up behind her. In less than a week, he’d gotten her to reveal a side of herself that, to his knowledge, had either been buried or not existed before her transformation. As he mounted and smoothly sank his length into her clinging depths, hearing her whimper, he fell back into a steady rhythm.

“There’s a good girl,” he mused, sweetly necking her. “Doesn’t it feel good when you’re honest with yourself?”

Fixating on the heavenly feeling of his cock, she numbly nodded. She was still less than pleased that she’d had to degrade herself in such an unbecoming way, but it couldn’t be helped - not after she’d had a taste of the wonders he could deliver. Experimentally milking his length, utilizing muscles she’d only recently gained, she lurched forward with each thrust.

All of her concerns and annoyance were washed away, while his length pistoned in and out of her. The sheer sensitivity of her sex was staggering, being able to sense every vein and contour of his shaft, to the point where the entirety of the world was washed away by her mounting rapture. If all females were so susceptible to such treatment, it was no wonder that she’d conquered so many in the past.

“You gonna cum for me ~” he cooed in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine, “squirt like you did the other night?”

The mere reminder of the ruinous climax was enough to push her closer to her limit, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. With a soft glow and hum of magic, without any warning whatsoever, her nipples were ruthlessly pulled and twisted. The influx of pleasure loosened her tongue, filling the room with her blissful howl, as he fucked her harder and faster than before.

Though it was the first time Pixel had done anything even remotely sexual with Fenris, he could tell when a mare was reaching her limit, and his friend made fuck-buddy was very much at hers. Angling his plunges to better accost her g-spot, continuing to tweak and toy with her teats, he gently nibbled on her ear. He may not have shown it, putting on a grand act of arrogance, but he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer himself.

Between the damn good pussy, the excitement of doling out some long-needed retribution for all the chicks Fenris had figuratively or literally fucked over, and the chance to assert himself over a mare, his endurance was tried and found lacking - still, he was far from upset with himself. He’d managed to nearly break one of the most conceited ponies he’d ever met, merely by pushing her buttons and teasing her a bit. Securing his grip on her, simultaneously pulling her back while bucking into her, he took what little control she thought she had.

Dialing up the intensity of his thrusts, broadening his stance, he plowed her like a fertile field in spring. She’d made her intentions for him known, going so far as to degrade herself for her carnal wants, so she was going to get everything he had to offer. Breathing hotly in her ear, feeling a tremble creep into her thighs, he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

It was all Fenris could do to endure his heavenly onslaught, all but giving up any attempt to sate herself on him. Pitiable mewls crept past her lips, her hind legs threatened to buckle, and her snatch involuntarily winked, yet she was past the point of caring about her ego. Her pride, much like her stallionhood, was gone - replaced by an insatiable lust like she’d never known.

On and on he went, rutting her like a machine. She had no earthly way of knowing how long they’d been going at it, with the flow of time seeming to dilate, but it felt like a small eternity. As she teetered on the brink, both fearful and elated for her inevitable release, he sank the final catastrophic nail in her coffin.

Howl for me, Bitch,” he growled, dipping his head and biting her collar.

The touch of pain mingled with her pleasure, elevating the moment to unfathomable heights. As her body tensed, drawing in a deep lungful of air, she gave him what he asked for. Braying to the heavens, while a torrent of syrupy essence lewdly squirted from her stuffed cunt, she was flung over the edge and into a maelstrom of ecstasy.

Her orgasm from the oral was overshadowed in an instant, by cumming on his dick; simply put, the experience was an epoch. Her depths spasmed, tightly squeezing his cock, while her eyes rolled wildly. In that moment, lost to the inexorable, otherworldly bliss of being rutted, her mind went blank.

All but convulsing, ignorant to his rapidly flaring length, she collapsed and unceremoniously unsheathed herself from his pulsing length. Only dimly aware of the ropes of seed being blown over her back, coating her face and mane, her consciousness faded in and out of existence. As she gasped for air, laying in an obscene, jizz slathered heap on her bed, she stared blankly at the wall and attempted to comprehend what had happened.

With his jaw set, hellbent on giving her the most intense climax of her life, Pixel hadn’t expected her to cum as hard as she had - that said, he wasn’t going to complain. Shifting his magic from her bosoms to his stallionhood, coaxing every drop of his seed onto her limp, shivering form, a wolfish smirk split his muzzle. He’d always had a soft spot for painting his mates, and this was quite possibly the perfect time to do so.

Taking care to fling a strand of spunk onto her face and over her eye, he stepped over her leg and to her side. “Gotta say, I’m kind of disappointed. After all that big talk, I’d expected your performance to be a little better,” he tutted, squatting down to smack her face with his semi-rigid dick. “Maybe if you improve, I’ll let you…”

He trailed off, as she craned her neck, shakily moved her muzzle to his package, and extended her tongue. He’d realized she’d had it bad, but he would never have guessed she’d try and get more. Nonchalantly getting to his hooves, snickering to himself, he jumped off the bed and practically skipped to the door. There’d be time to push her boundaries later, to see how far down the rabbit hole she was willing to go.

As he approached the door, seeing her trusty scarf resting on her dresser, he slowed. It was a wonder that she hadn’t used the hexed garment, although the sight of it gave him an extraordinarily wicked idea. Compelled by his insolence, with his higher reason clouded by post-coitus euphoria, he snatched up the article and brazenly wrapped it around his neck.

“I’m just gonna borrow this for a bit,” he announced, leaving her where she lay. “If you want it back, I’ll let you suck your nectar off my dick…”

Unmoving, Fenris listened to the sound of his retreating hooffalls. She wanted to stop him, to leap from the bed and beat the smugness out of the bastard, yet it was impossible. On the verge of blacking out, feeling their juices seeping into and cooling in her fur, she shudderingly breathed. Vengeance could wait until after she’d recuperated, cleaned herself, and done yet another load of laundry.

Willing herself to move, she rolled over and ingloriously fell to the floor. She needed to shower before doing anything, regardless of how wondrously terrible she felt. Her motions were sluggish and labored, eyes unfocused and vision blurred, and it was nearly impossible to form a coherent thought, while she unsteadily trudged to the bathroom.

Fuck if she knew why Pixel had taken her scarf, likely just to mock her later, but she wasn’t too terribly concerned; so long as he hadn’t kept years of studying the dark arts from her, she had nothing to worry about. Stepping into the basin, letting the cold water wash over her, she reached for the shampoo and started lathering herself. Being cummed on was yet another of the growing list of items she’d never intended on experiencing, although it had happened all the same.

Closing her eyes and lathering her face with a forehoof, feeling the sticky remnants of the kirin’s seed, her mind wandered. The heat of his load had been stunning, to the point where she’d noticed it in the throes of her passion, making her wonder what it would have been like had he cum inside her. Thinking about his essence filling her, coating her interior, evoked an climactic aftershock that rivaled the orgasms she was used to.

Nearly falling in the tub, softly whimpering to herself, her forehoof drifted to her groin. She tried to tell herself that she was in control, that she was furiously kneading her snatch so she could regain composure, but a part of her knew that was a lie. Somewhere along the line, after having become a mare, she’d lost a part of who she was, and she feared there’d be no way to reclaim her former self…

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