Comeuppance

“Nnnf Nnnf Nnnf- Fuck,” Fenris panted, hammering her ass on her dildo.

In a clever bit of ingenuity, inspired by something she’d seen in a porno once, she’d purchased a second, albeit smaller standing mirror for herself - one which currently rested on the floor beneath her. Not only was the smooth, reflective surface perfect to affix the suction-cupped dong to, but she was able to watch herself while she was playing with her toys. She’d procured an additional two marital aids since Pixel had nearly plowed her into a coma, but that was another issue in and of itself.

Being fucked by her roommate had been a blessing and a curse. On one hoof, being mounted had possibly been the most mindbogglingly rapturous experience she’d ever had, though she was loath to admit it - on the other, ever since that fateful day, Pixel hadn’t so much as touched her. While she had enjoyed herself immeasurably, cumming harder than she ever had in her life, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to do anything raunchy with her - for fuck’s sake, she’d never hear the end of it.

Another frustrating issue was that, for whatever reason, he’d taken to regularly wearing her beloved, ensorceled scarf - sure, she didn’t actually use it all that often, especially since she’d been transformed into a mare, but that wasn’t the point. If she took the article back, he may get upset - if he got upset, the chances of her fooling around with him would almost assuredly become nonexistent. Though she desperately wanted to have another roll with him, preferably with him screwing her into her mattress, there was no way in Tartarus she’d ever tell him that.

Setting her jaw, growing increasingly frustrated with her glaring lack of attention, she slammed her hips down, knotted the useless toy, reached between her slightly chubby thighs, and furiously rubbed her clit. She didn’t need the kirin to get off, but there was no denying that using a dildo simply wasn’t the same. So far as she could tell, regardless of a dong’s size or form, nothing could compare to skin on skin.

Arching her back and supporting herself on one foreleg, she directly accosted her g-spot with the thick root of the dong. The change in positioning sent her creeping closer to release, yet she wasn’t nearly finished yet. As she continued angrily massaging her stuffed cunt, focusing on the welling pleasure in her lower abdomen, she was finally given what she so desperately needed.

“Fuck,” she growled, overcome with a wave of bliss.

Her depths convulsed, her legs trembled, and saliva crept down her cheek - still, it was a hollow victory. Panting out, she laboriously rocked forward, placed her forehooves to either side of the mirror and pushed herself up. With a grunt and all but audible pop, the dildo sprang from her winking, slightly gaped marehood.

“Getting pretty good at that,” an all too familiar voice noted.

Her hackles raised, her lips curled into a sneer, and she wheeled around to her door. Sure enough, standing just outside, was the abhorrently annoying, yet handsome kirin. If the bastard had been standing there the whole time, watching her wantonly screw herself, why the fuck didn’t he see himself in and have his way with her. Coolly wheeling around, she bared her teeth at the useless voyeur.

“Fuck off,” she snarled.

Snapping her a crisp salute and shooting her a wink, Pixel nonchalantly trotted away. “You got it, Toots!”

Flipping the scarf over his shoulder, he cheerfully hummed to himself and proceeded to his bedroom. In the time since he’d bent her over and done her raw, the most he’d done to her was compliment her looks or, on occasion, give her a catcall. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t mind having another tryst with her, but treating her respectfully and exerting a bit of self-control was all part of his plan - a plan that was already paying dividends.

She was still very much in heat, had gone out and purchased a number of new toys to sate her carnal urges with, and he’d caught her eyeing his package a hoofful of times. Her adorable little tough mare act was so pathetic that it was almost sad, and he knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. All she needed was a final little push, something to push her to the breaking point, then he’d really be able to have some fun with her.

Strutting into his chamber, taking care to leave the door wide open, he hopped onto his bed, flopped onto his back, and wriggled up the mattress and to the headboard. Seeing her feverishly getting herself off had been wildly inspirational, so he saw no harm in blowing off a bit of steam himself. With his head resting on the pillows, leaving his hind legs splayed, he casually reached for his semi-rigid length and began stroking himself.

It wouldn’t be his fault if she decided to poke her head in and see what he was doing, seeing as how he’d done the same thing to her some minutes before - in fact, he hoped she’d find him masturbating. His room was one door down from hers, meaning she’d have to pass by if she wanted to go to the living room or the main areas of the house. It really wasn’t a matter of if she’d find him getting off, it was a matter of when.

Closing his eyes, he flexed his pelvis and sent blood surging into his rapidly hardening stallionhood. Debaucherous machinations aside, the last few days had been great - no, better than great. It may have had something to do with having a fertile female around, but he’d felt absolutely fantastic. The shift in dynamic between himself and friend was invigorating, doing wonders for his confidence - to the point where he’d found himself increasingly pleased with the new arrangement between them.

Unlike the friend he’d grown up with, Fenris had become a totally different pony. Gone was the arrogant stallion he’d known, replaced by an almost timid, sharp-tongued, and deliciously alluring mare. Having some eye candy around was nice, although not dealing with the conceited stud was probably the best thing of all. With a contented sigh, he bucked into his forehoof and wondered if there was any way to make his companion’s condition a bit more permanent.

Quietly cursing to herself, having rinsed off her toy and slid the mirror under her bed, Fenris strolled out of her room and into the hallway. Her climax had barely been worth the effort, doing nothing more than temporarily dealing with the symptoms of her estrus. Given her hormonally charged state, if the past couple of days had been any indication, it wouldn’t be long until her thoughts were clouded by lustful, wholly unwanted thoughts.

She trotted straight by the kirin’s chamber without a second thought, but movement from within caught her eye. Ordinarily speaking, she wouldn’t have given a shit about what he was up to, although it almost looked like he was doing something on his bed. With her curiosity piqued, she quietly turned around, inched to his doorway, and peered inside. In spite of having just cum, the sight which awaited her instantly set her loins ablaze.

Laying on his bed, her roommate lightly pumped his hips and jacked off. As enticing as the show was, a righteous anger blossomed within her. The gall of him masturbating was, in a word, infuriating. Had he come in and taken advantage of her, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. Given her current state, even if she’d tried to fend off his advances, there would be nothing she could do - a fact that was as arousing as it was horrifying.

Eyeing his meaty shaft, recalling just how astounding it felt plunging in and out of her depths, she gnawed her lip. She tried to console herself, swearing that her lecherous wants were a byproduct of her infernal female biology, yet that felt more like a hollow excuse with each day that passed. As she ground her thighs together, inadvertently smearing the nectar into her coat, the sound of a deep chuckle caused her to start.

“No need to feel shy, Fenris,” the kirin cooed, bringing her attention to his grinning face and heavily lidded eyes. “Trust me, I won’t bite - that is, unless you’re into that kind of thing…”

She could and more than likely should have made her leave, fleeing from his sensual invitation, yet her urges were too much to bear. So long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, mistreating her or condescending too heavily, she’d be just fine - at least that’s what she told herself. The last thing in the world she needed was to give him more ammunition to use against her, lording over her lack of discipline or her insatiable desires.

“There’s a good girl,” he purred, as she sheepishly slunk into his room and towards the foot of the bed.

She would have issued a scathing rebuke or immediately scampered off, had it not been for her treacherous tail. Having no control over the perfidious limb, she felt the flagged appendage lazily wagging above her backside. Hauling herself onto the bed, praying the dimly lit chamber would conceal the blush in her cheeks, she cautiously approached his groin.

She could leave whenever she wanted, she was in control, and as long as he knew that, she’d be just fine - nevertheless, the thought of his placid demeanor taking a domineering turn was almost painfully arousing. Eyes locked on his groin, while he continued to stroke his then turgid cock, she made her first blunder - she drew a deep breath through her nose.

As his ambrosial musk flooded her sinuses, her mind went alight. Be it from her marish anatomy, her heat, her corrupted subconscious, or some combination of the three, the smell brought an ache to her nethers. Quite literally following her nose, only vaguely aware of what she was doing, she dipped her head, stepped forward, and pressed her snout to the thick folds of flesh between his towering stallionhood and plump, cum-filled balls.

“There ya go,” Pixel sighed, extending his foreleg to affectionately tousle her shaggy mane, “breath it in just like that…”

Staring down his chest at her, seeing her practically bury her muzzle in his crotch, he grinned. He’d half expected her to give him some biting comment, possibly berating his attempt to entice her, but he’d gotten the exact opposite. Somehow, be it from sheer luck or his determination, he’d managed to weaken her defenses enough to have her take the bait - all that was left was to sink the hooks in and reel her in.

“You really are a beautiful mare ~ you know that?” he smoothly remarked, drawing her baleful gaze up to his face. “If you’d always been like this, I would’ve done everything I could to make you my marefriend.”

Briefly glowering up at him, she testily grunted and turned her attention back to his package. She may not have noticed, but he’d taken to only bathing every other day or so - filling his room and the rest of the house with his natural fragrance. He honestly wasn’t sure how much his aroma had affected her, but he was willing to use every tool he had in his arsenal to torment her and her usually stubborn nature.

Shifting in place, he moved his forehoof from her head to his dick. Having her huffing his equipment was all well and good, a suitable opening act, but he had grander aspirations for her. If she really, truly wanted to do anything more than venerate his goods, she’d have to pay a price. Biding his time, he let her entertain herself.

Fenris’ body acted of its own accord, as her tongue crept past her lips and pressed against the bare, wrinkled hide of his sheath. Caving to her perverse longing, her self-restraint waned. The salty, bitter flavors dancing over her taste buds, the strong, masculine bouquet filling her lungs, feeling his heat against her lips and tongue - they were too much for anypony, particularly a weak, defenseless mare to endure.

As she lowered herself to the bed, resting one foreleg atop his thigh, she stifled a groan. It had been less than a month, yet she’d come to a startling realization - mares lived in a waking nightmare. The amount of restraint they exercised to keep themselves from spreading their legs for stallions, suffering through their natural compulsions, was unfathomable. Dismissing the baffling notion of how females lived their miserable lives, fully intent on relishing her all too accommodating roommate, she slipped a foreleg under herself and reached for her crotch - that was, until the kirin’s hoof abruptly hooked under her chin and lifted her head.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, “none of that.”

Her rage and irritation roared back to the fore, eclipsing her lust in the blink of an eye. How dare he stop her from rubbing herself?! It was his fault that she was in his room to begin with, so why in the world had he commanded her to stop - moreover, why the fuck did she immediately do as he asked?! Summoning every ounce of courage she had, only barely stopping herself from scolding him, she scrunched her snout.

“Why not?” she huffed, her muzzle a scant few inches from his lightly pulsing length.

Snickering, he pushed himself up and leaned closer to her. “Because we both know that’s not what you really want.”

“I…” she faltered, only then comprehending that she didn’t have a rebuttal.

It was true, rubbing one out wasn’t where her intentions lie. If she was being completely honest with herself, she would much rather climb atop him and sheath his stallionhood in her winking, almost painfully sensitive depths - unfortunately for her, her hesitation cost her dearly. As he gently shoved her back, he wriggled away, rolled over, and got to his hooves.

“If you want this,” Pixel began, stepping over her and draping his nuts on her muzzle, “you’re going to do exactly what I say. No buts, no complaints - just follow your heart and be a good little mare.”

Though there was a bit of risk involved, being fully aware that his little scheme may backfire in spectacular fashion, he followed his intuition; the iron was hot and it was time to strike. The irony was that, if she stayed and played nice, she would be undone by her hubris; if one bedding had left her in such a pathetic state, a second would almost assuredly undo her outright. Thrusting into her face, he smeared her hair with his pre-cum slickened shaft.

Lowering his head, he smirked down at her sumptuous ass. Her wagging tail and very moist snatch said more than her words ever could; she wasn’t just putting up with him, she was actually enjoying the humiliating treatment. Continuing onward, moving to and off of the end of the bed, he jumped to the floor.

“Alright,” he announced, turning to face her, “come down here for a minute.”

Looking both reluctant and a bit upset, possibly saddened that she was no longer graced by his junk, she clambered off the mattress. If looks could kill, he would have died several times over - fortunately for him, that wasn’t the case. As she came to a halt several feet before him, he lifted a hoof and smiled.

“Roll over for me,” he murmured, his voice as faint as a whisper on the wind.

Rearing back askance, her temper flared. “What?!”

“Lay down and roll over,” he tranquilly repeated, waving his raised hoof. “You can do that ~ can’t you?”

“And if I don’t?” she countered, seething.

He shrugged and angled himself to the door, showing off his erection. “Then you can leave - honestly, it’s your choice…”

Left with the ultimatum, Fenris found herself at a crossroads; she could either storm out, ruining her chances of finally getting some actual dick, or she could humiliate herself for his amusement and hopefully get some genuine satisfaction. Scowling at him, looking him dead in the eye, she eased herself down and rolled onto her back.

“See,” he mused, trotting over to her, “that wasn’t too hard.”

With the world upside down, she shifted her attention from his face to his undercarriage. Though she knew it was impossible, possibly an illusion brought on by being so close to the floor, his stallionhood looked even bigger and more imposing than ever. Calmly stepping over her, bringing his groin directly over her face, he stopped in his tracks and started lowering himself.

“Final chance to change your mind,” he hummed, his balls hanging just above her snout.

She dare not say anything either way, lest she somehow make her situation worse. If she defied him, there was an all too real chance he’d deny her any sort of release - if she openly confessed her yearnings, she risked exacerbating his bullying; in short, her best and only option was to keep her mouth shut. Sure enough, after a tense moment passed, he continued his gradual descent.

The second his taint pressed against her lips, her composure slipped. With the sight and smell of his loins overwhelming her, she extended her forelegs, grabbed his hips, and began lavishing his nuts with her tongue. Ignoring his conceited laugh, casting aside her pride, she worshiped his package and spread her hind legs.

“Isn’t that better?” he haughtily crooned, rubbing her stomach with a forehoof.

Popping one of his balls into her maw, tenderly suckling the orb, she softly moaned. He hadn’t even done anything to her, aside from seating himself on her face, yet her arousal had reached a maddening level. Blinded by lust, feeling his cloven hoof drifting to her crotch, she lightly humped at the open air.

“Just look at you,” he added, stopping just short of touching her marehood, “I bet you’d cum if I just breathed on that juicy little pussy of yours…”

Bracing her hind legs, she arched her back and thrust her hips upward. The teasing, knowing full well of the carnal rapture he could deliver, fractured her composure - not simply because of how badly she wanted his cock inside her, but because he was absolutely right. By all the creeping horrors of the abyss, she’d do practically anything to get what she needed.

Suddenly his hoof shifted course, moving from her groin to her lower abdomen. “And such cute little tits too! Not too big, not too small - the perfect sporty hoofful to play with, although I do wonder how big they’d get if you got knocked up.”

She would never have thought that such a novel notion would impact her in such a profound way, but the mention of her being bred, impregnated with a foal, wrought a cataclysm on what remained of her stallionly self. The thought of her trotting around while positively gravid triggered some latent portion of her subconscious, casting her mind into a chaotic, licentious maelstrom. Acting purely on impulse, she threw her head back and filled her lungs.

“Please,” she whimpered, desperation ringing in her cracking voice.

Pixel paused, taken off guard by her reaction. He’d just been playing with her, saying the first thing that came to mind, yet he’d inadvertently stricken gold. While he’d had every intention of staying where he was, taking great amusement from her adoration, her outburst practically forced him to change tactics - that and it brought up an interesting question. Taking several careful steps backward, he dipped his head and brought his smirking face to hers.

“What would happen to you if that happened?” he asked, quirking a brow.

Tearing her eyes off his cock, barely able to form a coherent thought, she looked up at his face. “If w…what happened?”

Pecking her nose, he cocked his head to the side. “If I bred you, Silly - I mean, I know you said the spell would only last a month, but if you wound up carrying my foal…”

Letting the notion hang, he flexed his pelvis and slapped his stallionhood against his belly. He really wasn’t sure what would happen if he blew a load in her, but he was more than interested to find out. If her reproductive system was like the rest of her, being fully functional and fertile, he had to assume she could become a mother - that being said, he had no idea how that would impact the hex which had changed her, if it would have any effect whatsoever.

“I…I…I’m not sure,” she stammered.

His grin broadened, as he locked eyes with her. “Want to find out…?”

While he’d never given much thought to becoming a father, it was no secret that he had a particular fondness for MILFs. Not only did motherhood do wonders for the body, oftentimes adding just the right amount of pudge to one’s thighs and ass, but he could swear that having a foal increased a mare’s libido. If siring an offspring with his roommate meant he’d end up with some live-in pussy, raising a little filly or colt was a small price to pay.

Her jaw flapped uselessly, her heart hammered in her chest, and the depths of her marehood quivered in anticipation. As far as she knew, the spell had fully changed her into a female, both inside and out, so she more than likely could become inseminated by somepony. The prospect of becoming a mother couldn’t be more alien, yet the fact that she inherently found it as provocative as she did lent weight to her sneaking suspicion that she’d lost a part of herself - the stallion she once was.

Flipping onto her stomach and pushing herself up, with her flat, furry chest pressed to the floor, she shuffled her hind legs apart. Fuck it - if he did give her a creampie, there was no guarantee that any eggs in her foal-factory would wind up fertilized. On the slim chance that their fooling around did result in a pregnancy, it wasn’t like it would be the end of the world. For all she knew, if birthing a foal was to be her fate, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Over the years, she’d seen things - done things that defied forgiveness, from dominating and breaking mares’ spirits to forging pacts with malign, otherworldly forces, so maybe - just maybe this was her penance. With her better judgment compromised, thoughtlessly following her biological impulses, she arched her back and raised her waist. Her ultimate destiny notwithstanding, she presented herself like the wanton whore she’d become.

Trotting forward and drawing a hoof up her hind leg, Pixel stopped dead. While mounting her and claiming her from behind would have been a perfectly reasonable way to screw her senseless, there was another position that may help cement his dominance. Stepping away, he playfully smacked her tush to draw her attention.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back,” he ordered.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she straightened up and scampered onto the mattress. Her obedience was gratifying to a fault, a firm reminder that his scheme was paying dividends, but he still had a long way to go before he was truly happy with her. As he unhurriedly joined her on the bed, he ignited his horn and levitated a pair of pillows to her.

“Here,” he calmly intoned, dropping the cushions just beside her, “prop your fat little ass up on these.”

Nodding eagerly, having long since forsaken her vitriolic defiance, she planted her hind hooves on the sheets, raised her behind, and awkwardly shuffled to the side. With her winking, slavering pussy on full display, staring down her chest at him, she shamelessly spread her legs. He couldn’t recall ever seeing a mare so desperate to be fucked, but that was by no means bad thing. She’d learn soon enough that obedience would be met with a reward.

Stepping over her thighs, placing his forehooves to either side of her chest, he nodded. “Hey, up here…”

Fenris tore her eyes off the magnificent stallionhood dangling before her snatch, looking up to his face. She’d never been so turned before, as a stallion or otherwise, so she couldn’t afford to question him or disobey. Longing felt like a woeful word to use for her need to get fucked, so great were her primal desires. Reduced to little more than an animal, she stared into his eyes.

“That’s right,” he whispered, nudging her entrance with the tip of his cock, “I want you to look at me when I claim you.”

As she opened her mouth to speak, yet not knowing what she was going to say, he deliberately sank into her confines. Her eyes rolled back, and an unseemly moan crept past her lips, while she reflexively clenched around his thick, vascular length. Compared to one of her many dildos, the sensation of a real cock was indescribable.

The warmth of his body, his hot breath washing over her face, the sound of his arrogant hum, the fullness his endowment afforded, and the heavenly, masculine scent wafting to her nostrils were the epitome of sensuality, nearly causing her to climax on the spot, yet he’d hadn’t truly started. It wasn’t until he’d nearly hilted himself, with the fat head of his dick bearing against her womb, that he stopped moving. Knowing what was to come, the vestigial remnants of her vanity were sundered.

“Fuck me,” she mewled, “please.”

Maintaining eye contact, he brought his muzzle to within a hair’s breadth of her lips. “Since you asked nicely…”

And with those final words, her wish was fulfilled. In one swift motion, he withdrew a portion of his shaft, steadied himself, and started plowing her with reckless abandon. There was no gradual buildup, no tenderness or affection - he simply treated her like the worthless, pathetic beast that she was. Her voice reverberated off the walls and sailed back to her ears, before she even realized that she was howling in bliss.

“This is all you are,” he grunted, mercilessly pounding into her, “just a useless, good for nothing slut.”

“Yes,” she thoughtlessly wailed, locking her hind legs around his pistoning hips.

His proclamation rang true, casting a light on something she’d denied for what felt like a lifetime. She wasn’t a stallion - by the void, she wasn’t even a pony anymore; she was an object, a mere outlet for others’ sexual desires, and that’s all she deserved to be. Like the lost piece of a puzzle sliding into place, the completion she felt from the admission, from accepting what she truly was, brought with it a cathartic release that surpassed mortal comprehension.

In less than a minute, he’d pushed her to the brink - over the span of a week, he’d destroyed who she thought she was, yet his cruel tutelage was far from finished. The world fell away, overshadowed by the taste of nirvana he afforded, as she skyrocketed to release - sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. Seconds after he began, as abruptly as he’d begun, he halted. In that instant, teetering on the razor’s edge of oblivion itself, she felt something that chilled her to the marrow - she felt fear.

“Say it…” he breathed, drawing a forehoof up her hip. “Say you’re a needy little bitch, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Looking away, unable to meet his steely gaze, she gulped. “I…I’m a needy bitch...”

“Louder,” he softly snarled.

“I’m a needy little bitch,” she repeated, her voice dripping with conviction and desperation.

Flashing his teeth at her, he hauled nearly his entire length free. “Good girl…”

With that final declaration, he slammed back into her. Her mouth hung open in a noiseless scream, her eyes went wide, and it felt as though her soul left her body, as the entirety of her being was consumed by pleasure. In a way, it was a liberating moment - then again, it spelled her demise. Fenris was gone, nothing more than a name, and all that was left was a needy tramp who wanted little more than to be used.

The joy of having broken her, of having all but erased who and what his friend was was as or more enjoyable than the physical act of fucking his new plaything. Though there was no guarantee that he’d permanently broken her, his intuition and experience assured him that his age-old companion would now be more than willing to serve him as his personal cum-dumpster. Angling his thrusts, crushing her g-spot and pummeling her vulnerable womb, he unleashed his full potential on her.

Her velvety depths were an angel’s caress, yet he didn’t slow to savor it. He was going to mold her, undo her, and shape her into a servant - no, a slave. She would live to please him, an object for his amusement, and he wasn’t going to stop until her devotion was seared into the very fabric of her being. Driving her body forward with every plunge, he dipped his head and savagely bit down on her neck.

Her wail raised an octave, her marehood clenched around him like a vice, and her hind legs shivered, as she came a second time. Having her enjoy the experience served no purpose other than to reforge her mind to suit his needs, although it was entertaining to witness her crumble before his carnal might. A salty, metallic tang graced his palate, as he sought to ruin her.

Fenris couldn’t say how many orgasms she’d had, having lost count after her fifth, before her cognizance ceased to be. The room faded in and out, the line between pleasure and pain faded, and the snarls and grunts above her sounded muffled, while her ecstasy grew to unimaginable heights. There were moments when she wondered if she was dying, moving on to some higher plain, yet her fear was gone.

Moaning with each unstoppable thrust, her limbs went slack. Regardless of whether she was going to heaven or hell, so long as her rapture never came to an end, she couldn’t care less. Hours, days, seconds, millennia - the bliss never seemed like it would end - that was, until things reached a head. Though barely aware of the added pressure from his flaring stallionhood, as well as his pitched, almost frenzied rhythm, a bestial part of her mind told her that it was her time.

“B…bre…me,” she slurred, her baser functions wrestling control of her body. “Breed me, please!”

Pushed past the threshold, unable to stop himself even if he’d tried, Pixel gave one final titanic plunge, drove his stallionhood into her womb, and roared. His shaft pulsed wildly, his balls pulled up to his groin, and thick, rich seed rushed through his shaft, as he bathed her interior in his essence. It was the apogee of his performance, possibly the greatest he’d ever had, and it was all for her.

The heat and pressure of his foal-batter gushing into her, gracing her in a way that none ever had, shattered her. The climax she suffered through was an order of magnitude stronger than anything she could imagine, yet not a sound escaped her. Her eyes rolled back, her legs flopped to the mattress, and the sweet embrace of darkness took her, as her consciousness finally lost the fight.

Stepping back and wrenching his throbbing cock from her snatch, Pixel painted her chest and abdomen with the final, dwindling ropes of his spunk. Though she’d passed out from the rutting, his triumphant moment stood unmarred. Briefly considering waking her, surveying her sweat-streaked, jizz covered form, he stepped clear and flopped down beside her. The cum seeping into her fur could dry for all he cared - for the time being, he just wanted to catch his breath and bask in his victory.

While he hadn’t planned on taking a nap, the one-two punch of physical exertion and mental satisfaction had led to just that. By the time he awoke, with the sun having long since set, his room was veiled in shadow. He could and more than likely would have slept through the night, had it not been for a peculiar sensation that roused him from his slumber.

Wearily pushing himself up, feeling something warm and wet against his package, he groggily peered down at his waist. Resting against his thigh, having acted purely of her own volition, lay Fenris. Humming quietly to herself, she licked and suckled his mingled seed and her juices from his package. The sight was beyond exhilarating, and it affirmed his suspicions - his friend was gone, traded in for an eager whore.

“Having fun?” he muttered, reaching out to stroke her mane.

Fenris didn’t answer - not vocally, at least, yet she gave a subtle nod. She’d woken up some time ago, finding herself in a disheveled, deplorable state. Her coat was a mess, she smelled like the back room of a brothel, and her battered cunt was sore to the touch - still, the moment she’d spotted the kirin’s sheath, her mouth began to water. Considering everything she’d been through, and that she couldn’t get much filthier, she did what any reasonable mare would do - she followed her instincts.

Her friend had shown her an entire new realm of possibilities, and she felt genuinely foolish for ever having lamented her magical mishap. Her transformation hadn’t been a curse at all, it had been a blessing. Though she didn’t know what she’d done to deserve it, she knew she had to give thanks to the stallion who’d been gracious and wise enough to have her see the light. As she dug her tongue into his sheath, feeling his endowment stir and gradually harden, her pulse quickened.

“You know,” he sighed, enjoying the show, “if you’re gonna be like this for a while, I might need to pick you up a few things from town.”

Her ear twitched and her concentration faltered, as she lifted her head and gave him her full attention. “Like…?”

There were a thousand and one things Pixel could purchase for her, ranging from garments to depraved contraptions, but he’d need time to think, time to plan, and he wasn’t about to ruin any of the potential surprises he had in store for her. If she was the good little bitch he assumed she was, she’d find out what sinful pleasures lie down the rabbit hole. Waving his forehoof to the side, mutely commanding her to halt, he pushed himself up and unsteadily hopped from the bed.

“Come on,” he huffed, moving towards the bathroom, “I can’t let my pretty little mare sleep in such filth.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

Facing away from her, with her unable to see his face, a twisted, rictus grin split his features. “Master…”

Fenris blinked, uncertain if she’d heard correctly. “Wha -”

“Master,” he repeated, glaring over his shoulder at her. “You are my mare,” he continued, turning and holding a forehoof to his chest, “and I am your Master, so let’s try that again. “Thank you…”

“Th…thank you,” she mumbled, swallowing hard, “Master.”

Master - for such a simple word, the implications weighed heavily upon her. She’d surrendered to him, effectively sworn fealty to him, and there was no going back. Demurely shuffling closer to him, keeping her eyes on the floor, she tensely waited for his reply. As absurd as it may have been, a portion of her pined to be praised, to be found worthy of his affection.

She had to keep him happy, had to keep him satisfied - if she didn’t, her use would be forfeit and she’d be flung into the limbo of going without real sexual indulgence. There were plenty of stallions in the world, but she couldn’t bring herself to do something so depraved with somepony she didn’t know. Pixel was trustworthy, he’d protect her, and he was more than capable of tending to her marish needs - that much was for certain. Lifting her head and looking him in the eye, she smiled.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he merrily hummed, trotting around and draping a foreleg over her shoulders. “Does my little bitch want me to get her a collar tomorrow?” he inquired. Peering to the side, while he led her to the restroom, he watched her tail start to wag. “Good girl…”