Amplified

“So…” Citi trailed off, crossing and uncrossing his legs, “who’s this mare again?”

Lounging beside the titanic dickmare, disinterestedly watching the television, he did his best to distract himself. Their impending visitor was supposed to show up at seven, in less than ten minutes time, but that hardly meant anything. If their guest was anything like Vinyl, she could be several hours late - that is, if she remembered to show up at all.

He could have easily passed for a busty hooker, adorned in a neon purple tube top and skirt, but that was his typical appearance. The outfit, as well as several dozen new bras, panties, dresses, tops, skirts, and accessories, were all relatively new. Vinyl had taken him shopping three days prior, updating his wardrobe to better suit his steadily changing figure, although that wasn’t what had him excited.

It had been roughly a week since the she-stud had mentioned knowing someone who could help him out. He still wasn’t sure what his lover had meant, nor had she offered to explain it, but something about the mystery of it all was both thrilling and frightening. He’d been with the dickmare long enough to tell when she was up to something, from a subtle shift in her tone to the predatory smile she’d tried to hide, and she’d had several tells each time he’d brought the topic up.

“Like I told you,” Vinyl sighed, glancing over at the clock, “don’t worry about it. They should be here any time now, so unless you want them to come in and see you choking on my cock, you’ll stop asking so many questions.”

“Alright, alright,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his expansive bosom.

Peering down at himself, marveling at just how much cleavage he’d developed, he subconsciously squeezed his tits together. Besides being on the larger side, bigger than the bust of most mares, his rack was extremely sensitive. Having his breasts squeezed or nipples suckled was a staple for getting off, whether he was by himself or if he was getting his brains fucked out, and the thought alone caused his pucker to wink.

Unintentionally exciting himself, feeling pre-cum dribble from his cage, he shifted in place. Just like the rest of him, his ass had steadily changed into something wondrous. His backdoor had become soft and extremely pronounced, looking almost like a fleshy donut, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. Between constantly wearing a chastity cage, fucking himself with dildos to get off, and being railed by the biggest, sexiest marecock in all of Equestria, his backside had been reformed into more of a pussy than anything.

He shivered, glancing over to the swell in his lover’s jeans, as he thought about how magnificent she was. While he did have a number of sex toys, none of them compared to being pinned down and bred like a little bitch in heat. Smelling her, hearing her, tasting her, seeing her tower above him, being physically controlled by her - in a very real way, she was a feast for the senses.

Wondering if he had time for a quickie, or possibly long enough to go plow himself with one of his growing number of sex toys, a sudden knock at the door jarred him from his thoughts. It was exactly seven o’clock, meaning their guest either had an impeccably punctual or they were just lucky enough to be there on time. Pushing himself up, strutting away from the couch, he moved towards the foyer.

His high-heel stilettos clacked on the polished floor, as he moved to the entryway. Aside from their visitor being a mare, one who could supposedly help him with his relationship, he knew nothing at all about her. Checking his reflection in a mirror by the coat rack, ensuring his makeup hadn’t been inadvertently smudged, he put on his best smile and opened the door.

His smile almost immediately faltered, spotting what had to be one of the tallest mares he’d ever laid eyes upon, though she wasn’t quite the size of her big-dicked lover. With a well groomed, raven black mane, contrasted against her slate grey coat, the woman disinterestedly gazed upon him. Her eyes were like cold, unyielding amethyst, steadily sweeping over his figure, as she looked him over from top to bottom. Besides her cool demeanor and size, the most peculiar thing about her was her attire.

For some reason, despite it being late spring, she was wearing a long, leather trench coat. Given the warmth outside, the garment was completely out of place - not to mention the fact that it almost entirely cloaked her figure. Staring up at her, dumbstruck by just how imposing she appeared, his lack of manners quickly caught up with him.

“Not greeting your guest - Hmmph. I can already tell my job is going to be cut out for me,” she chastised, disapprovingly scrunching her snout.

“O...oh - uh - welcome,” he awkwardly blurted, stepping to the side and waving her in. “I’m Citi, and you would be…?”

“You may call me Madam Octavia, but you will remain silent for now. First and foremost, as a mare, you will only speak when spoken to. As it’s my solemn duty to ensure you learn your place, impress your responsibilities upon you, and refine you into the woman you so desperately wish you were,” she intoned.

Stepping inside, slowly walking around him, she closely inspected his every feature. As she cleared the doorway, he noticed a rolling tote resting behind her. Though Vinyl hadn’t mentioned anything about having a protracted visit, the sight left little room for doubt. Whoever this woman was, she clearly wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

“Tavi?” Vinyl’s voice rang out, causing him to shudder. “Right on time, like always.”

“Mmmm,” Octavia impassively hummed, trotting over and hugging the musician. “I presume this strumpet is the one you’d like me to train?”

“Yeah, that’s my bottom bitch and personal cum-dumpster, otherwise known as Citi,” Vinyl guffawed, smirking over at the curvaceous femcolt.

“While her appearance is...adequate, I have little doubt that she’ll require some work,” the woman apathetically noted. Releasing her friend, she trotted through the doorway and grabbed her luggage. “What room should we occupy?”

“We can use Citi’s room - upstairs, third on the left. She can clean up the mess after we’re finished,” the dickmare snickered, shooting him a wolfish grin. “Come on, Bitch, show our guest to your room.”

Citi paused for the briefest of moments, before sauntering towards the stairs. Not only were Vinyl and Octavia both referring to him in a female sense, but he had a sinking feeling from the mention of training. Fooling around with his Mistress was one thing, but doing so in the presence of another was a line he’d yet to cross. Seeing himself to his room, with the two women trailing slightly behind him, he opened the door.

“Alright, so what are we…” he fell silent, as the phlegmatic mare glared at him.

He definitely wasn’t used to only speaking when spoken to, so he’d have to be extra mindful for the time being. Unsure of what to do, holding his skirt over his almost laughably small cage, he anxiously fidgeted in place. As his Mistress stood by the door, blocking the exit, their mysterious visitor trotted before him, folded her arms over her chest, and knit her brow.

“Strip…” she aloofly murmured.

Uneasily looking to his mistress, seeing her nod, he nervously did as asked. Slipping his top up and over his head, tossing the article onto his dresser, he reached behind himself and unclasped his bra. It may have sounded silly, but he’d actually become quite fond of wearing the undergarment; given the size of his bust, wearing a brassiere was almost required.

Naked from the waist up, he reached down, unzipped his skirt, and allowed the garment to fall to the floor. He only rarely wore any sort of panties or thong, staying in a near-perpetual state of open access for the virile dickmare, so his loins were left completely bare - well, almost bare. The chrome of his tiny chastity cage contrasted against his coat, causing him to blush and cover himself.

“She’s certainly filling out nicely,” Octavia remarked, brazenly stepping forward and groping his breasts. “Has she begun lactating yet?”

“Lactating?” he blurted, taken aback by the question.

Though he hadn’t meant to speak, he immediately regretted the impulsive utterance. The mare scowled down at him, shaking her head in disapproval, before pointing to the mattress. Gulping, hoping his obedience would spare him from anything too harsh, he climbed onto the center of the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, with your ass perched on the foot of the mattress,” the madam sternly instructed.

Nodding, keeping his mouth shut, Citi wriggled his way down the bed. As his legs hung over the edge, only just touching the floor, he timidly looked to his mate. He wasn’t sure what they were planning, or if he could get any sympathy from either of them, but he was growing more and more uncomfortable with the situation.

“Awwwww, little bitch looks scared,” Vinyl mockingly pouted, unhurriedly unbuttoning her jeans. “Don’t worry, I got something that’ll make you feel all better.”

Despite himself, and the strange circumstances, he found himself unable to look away from her groin. The bulge in her pants throbbed, struggling against the fabric, as she wriggled out of the jeans. It’d been less than a day since she’d last ruined him, yet he’d grown seemingly insatiable for her. Regardless of whether she was destroying his throat or rearranging his insides, he’d grown addicted to her divine stallionhood.

As her pants fell to the floor, followed immediately by her boxers, he instinctively spread and lifted his legs. Guest or no guest, the muscle memory of being dicked down countless times left his body to act on instinct. Slowly leaned forward, grabbing his knees and pulling them towards his chest, he felt the mattress shift beside himself. The sudden movement reminded him that there was someone else in the room, breaking the spell of the she-stud’s cock.

Shifting his focus, seeing something come to rest beside his face, he looked upward. Standing above him, with her feet planted to either side of his head, Octavia threw her trench coat aside and revealed what she’d really been wearing. A shining leather harness, leaving her chest and marehood completely bare, wound around her frame. It was only at that moment did everything finally click - she was a literal madam.

The getup was beyond kinky, the sort of thing he’d only ever seen in hardcore BDSM videos or photos, and it filled him with fearful excitement. Though she didn’t have a cock, something which he found legitimately surprising, her demeanor more than made up for the lack of endowment. Turning around, bringing her toned ass into view, she steadily squatted down.

“It was a long trip, mare, so clean me,” she grumbled.

Without any warning whatsoever, the dominatrix sat squarely on his face. Wiggling her tush back and forth, smearing his face with her sweat, he reflexively reached up and pawed at her behind. Sadly, his resistance lasted only a heartbeat, before a pair of hands seized his wrists and pulled them towards his waist.

“Thank you, Vinyl. While I’m impressed with her etiquette for you, she clearly requires a bit of discipline when it comes to serving others,” Octavia huffed.

Rocking her hips forward, pressing his snout against her hot, humid pucker, she rested what felt like her full weight against him. Unable to move, effectively pinned and immobilized, the femcolt could do little more than breathe in her musk. She smelled a bit different than Vinyl, lacking the heady, masculine aroma of a dickmare, but that mattered little. After the all too brief struggle, he stopped resisting.

“Now then, let us begin. A good mare serves anyone and everyone that her Mistress wishes,” the dominatrix intoned. “Which means…”

“You’re going to eat her ass like it’s your last meal,” Vinyl concluded. “And lift your fucking legs, I’m gonna wreck that cunt while you’re doing it.”

Though their words sounded a bit muffled, he heard them clearly enough. The commands left his mind reeling, though he knew there was no escape. If he refused, he’d disappoint his mate and risk further punishment at the hands of the sadist sitting on his face. Swallowing his pride, he lifted his legs, opened his mouth, and pressed his tongue against the bitter hole bearing down on him.

Licking and kissing the dark ring, feeling it pulsate against his lips, he trembled. He’d grown increasingly fond of rimming his lover, over the past few weeks in particular, so he took to the task with gusto - sure, the mare may have lacked a package, but an ass was an ass. Unable to see anything and barely able to hear, he groaned when something massive was pressed to his backside.

“Needy little bitch wants it bad,” Vinyl darkly snickered, prodding his ravenous hole. “See her humping the air like that? That means she’s desperate.”

“By all means, feel free to indulge yourself. We’ll see how adequate her skills are while she’s being bred,” Octavia indifferently remarked, keeping relatively still.

Requiring no further prompting, the she-stud plunged into his cavernous backside with next to no resistance. Cum oozed out of his cage, trailing down his dainty coin purse, into the cleft of his ass, and onto the massive cock sinking into his deaths. Moving at a glacial pace, likely listening to his muted moan and whimpers of delight, it didn’t take her long to make him peak. As the massive medial ring slipped into him, grinding against his prostate, thin, watery seed squirted from his puny prick.

He would have howled out, thanking his mistress for her cock, but the most he could muster was an unintelligible groan. Thrusting his tongue into the madam, doing what he could to clean her as thoroughly as possible, he squeezed his pucker around the gargantuan dick in his tush. Spurred by his impetuous embrace, with his legs resting on her shoulders, the dickmare started to rut him in earnest.

Being plowed by someone was intense enough, but having a third partner involved really upped the intensity. Doing what he could to milk his lover’s length, while lavishing the dominatrix’s rear, he felt as though he was in a lewd juggling act. Doing two things at once would have been hard enough as it was, but doing so while accosted by the most wondrous, intoxicating sensations imaginable made things much, much more difficult.

He really was starting to wonder just how much his body had changed. While he hadn’t gotten off from penile contact in several months, his ass had become more than sensitive enough to bring him to climax. Truth be told, he was finding it harder and harder to remember what playing with his diminutive dick even felt like. Grunting into the mare’s tush, bucking up to meet his lover’s plunges, he flexed his legs.

“Needy - Mmmph - little slut,” Vinyl growled, increasing the speed and force of her thrusts.

Octavia shifted above him, though her weight didn’t diminish in the slightest. “Is she being difficult?”

“Nah, just super thirsty, like always,” the dickmare responded, angling her pistoning cock into his prostate.

“Perhaps you should…” the dominatrix trailed off, moving ever so slightly.

“Mmmhmmhmm - Tavi, that’s cruel! I love it,” Vinyl tittered.

In the blink of an eye, something grabbed and tightly squeezed his package. His little nuts were crushed together, causing him to breathlessly gasp. His back arched, his freed hand desperately flailed about, and his legs stiffened, as his coin purse was cruelly gripped by his Mistress. Pain surged through his system, mingling with the pleasure of being railed, overwhelming his senses.

The pair laughed at his torment, continuing to use him like nothing was the matter. He knew he shouldn’t stop pleasing them, that things would get worse if he didn’t do as they’d asked, which left him conflicted. Forcing himself to obey, fighting through the discomfort of having his little nuts throttled, he milked his lover’s pistoning length.

Even if he tried to get away, it would have been impossible - besides, he’d have nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. He wasn’t even sure if his friends or family would recognize him anymore, if they wanted anything to do with him after seeing the video he’d impulsively sent them, which meant he’d have to grin and bear it. Fixating on the stallionhood pounding his ass, focusing on pleasuring the two friends, something wholly unexpected started to happen.

The pain didn’t go away, but it somehow mingled with his bliss. Thrusting into his mate’s hand, smearing pre-cum and weak spunk over her fingers, he felt himself getting close to a second climax. All of the shame, discomfort, and humiliation transcended and twisted, perverted by his mind into something wondrous. Burying his muzzle into the madam’s behind, suffocating herself within her backdoor, he was pushed past the brink.

The second orgasm was an order of magnitude stronger than the first, nearly causing him to blackout. His entire body spasmed, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, as he was wracked by new and incomprehensible sensations by his tormentors. What little jizz was left in his feeble little nuts was forced out of his body, while the pair guffawed at his distress.

“Vinyl, dear, perhaps it’s time we switch tactics,” Octavia coolly noted. Unseating herself, she reached back, rubbed her fingers over her saliva and lipstick streaked ass, and inspected her hand. “Adequate, although her opening left something to be desired.”

“I told you she needed a little work, but I’m pretty happy with her,” Vinyl replied. Releasing his tender package, she stepped back and unceremoniously hauled her rigid length from his battered confines.

Citi limply flopped to the bed, too weak to move, yet pleased with her compliment. He hadn’t thought that it was possible to cum any harder than he had in the past, yet he’d been proven wrong in a cataclysmic way. Languidly watching the dominatrix hop from the bed, trotting to his mistress’ side, she whispered something and pointed towards him.

Be damned if he could tell what they were saying, but it couldn’t be anything good. The pair quietly breathed into each other’s ears, nodding or shaking their heads, until they wolfishly beamed down at him. Smiling weakly, praying he wasn’t in for something worse, his worst fears were realized. The DJ stepped over, slapped his thigh, and nodded.

“Get up, faggot, stop loafing,” she grumbled.

Feebly pushing himself up, using the mattress for support, he got to his feet. He knew without looking that he had to be a mess, having seen his makeup plastered into the cleft of the mare’s backside. Doing his best to straighten his hair, after wiping his face on his forearm, he brushed himself off. Even if he was disheveled, he didn’t want to look too terrible for his lover.

Idly stroking her length, Vinyl twirled one finger. “Present.”

Nodding, he lethargically turned around, placed his hands on the foot of the bed, and shuffled backwards. Though he’d already cum twice, he knew good and well that he wasn’t finished until his mate had bred him at least once. Being bloated with her seed was its own reward, a sign of a job well done, and neither of them would be satisfied until she’d knocked up his ass. Splaying his legs, flipping his tail to the side, he rested his head on the mattress.

As expected, Vinyl stepped behind him, rested her tool between his pillowy buns, and tauntingly hot dogged his tush. Gnawing his lip, he expectantly peered back at her. She really was a total stud, capable of going multiple rounds and completely wearing him out, which was one of the many reasons he’d devoted himself to her. As he slowly reached back, grabbing one ass cheek in each hand, she leaned forward and grabbed his wrists.

“I think you’re forgetting something,” Vinyl purred, nodding over him.

Turning his head, seeing the dominatrix easing herself down before him, he licked his lips. The mare’s legs were widely spread, giving him a picturesque view of her slavering marehood, while she inched closer to his muzzle. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was planning to do, so he invitingly opened his mouth and rolled out his tongue.

“Lift her just a bit,” Octavia instructed.

Focusing on the mare’s snatch, Citi felt his torso being hefted up. The dickmare hauled his arms, forcing his back to arch, as the mare slid forward and ground her cunt into his face. The sour, somewhat sweet nectar of her sex tasted almost exotic, starkly contrasted against the earthy spunk that he’d become accustomed to, yet he didn’t shy away.

“That’s right, just like that,” the madam cooed. Reaching downward, firmly grasping the base of his skull, she forced his face into the meaty folds of her marehood. “Though I’m sure that you’ll rarely be asked to service a real mare, it’s a skill that you simply must refine,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs against his cheeks. “After all, your mouth is the only way you’d be able to get a female off.”

“Damn right it is. The little faggot probably couldn’t even get hard for a woman,” Vinyl added. “You know, maybe we could get a strapon for her - if you want to get fucked, that is.”

“Would you like that?” Octavia asked, turning his face upwards. “Since you’ll never use that pathetic excuse for a colthood again, perhaps we should get you a dildo instead…”

While the notion was demeaning beyond belief, his heart skipped a beat. Looking away from her, nodding slightly, he continued feasting on her succulent pussy. He really was a failure of a stallion, he always had been, so he was fortunate that his Mistress had shown him his true purpose in the world. The girthy length of marecock resting on his behind shifted, as the she-stud aligned herself with his loosened hole.

“I guess that settles it,” Vinyl chirped, effortlessly sheathing herself in his tush. “After we finish up, we’ll go get you a nice little strap-on.”

“It won’t be as big as your stud’s, of course, but I’m sure it’ll be much more capable than anything else you’ve ever used,” the dominatrix snickered. “Didn’t he have to replace his cage recently?”

“Yup,” the DJ grunted, hammering into his ass. “Her little clit keeps getting smaller and smaller.”

“As it should be,” Octavia sighed, guiding his muzzle to her clit. “We’ll also procure an enchanted cage for it. It will always be extra snug, regardless of how small she ends up being, and the only way to remove it is with a spell.”

He moaned into her cunt, suffering climaxing slightly at the thought. He probably could have gotten off from the dirty talk alone, so being used as a living sex toy left him struggling to stay composed. Stings of pre-cum and thin jizz dangled from his cage, dripping to the floor, as he was rutted. Humping back against his lover, while he gently suckled the mare’s clit, he gradually lost himself.

He couldn’t care less about his once proud stallionhood, having forsaken what traces of masculinity he’d had ages ago. For all intents and purposes, he was a mare - no, less than a mare. He was an object, a toy for relieving others’ sexual tension, yet he absolutely loved it. All of his failures in life had led him to where he belonged, filling a role he had no idea he was suited for, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

His body rocked between them, as the duo made use of his muzzle and ass. Every thrust sent him lurching forward, jamming his snout against the mare’s cunt. Though he wished someone had made use of his tits, his heavy chest swung unmolested beneath him. If they were going out later, should his Mistress be in a good mood, he may just ask to have his nipples pierced.

Rhythmically constricting around his lover’s length, relishing the sensation of her medial ring popping into and out of his pucker, his eyes rolled back. He wasn’t going to last long - then again, he never did compared to her. Moaning into the madam’s snatch, he slipped over the edge. Quivering slightly, overwhelmed with the climactic bliss, his lack of focus cost him.

“She really does need to learn proper etiquette,” Octavia growled. “Now then, let’s see how long until you black out.”

As impossible as it may have sounded, before he could recover, his muzzle was forced into the mare’s silky interior. Weakly thrashing about, finding himself unable to breathe, he panicked. Moments ago, he’d been in the throes of rapture - now he was trapped within her velvety, terrifying confines.

“She must like that! Nnngh - the little bitch is really tightening up!” Vinyl cackled.

Picking up the pace, amused and possibly aroused by the sadistic act, she gradually pulled out the stops. Her hips slammed into his soft tush, and her massive nuts slapped against his inferior package, while she pounded into him. He didn’t need to see himself to know that his abdomen was bulging from her thrusts, showing the imprint of her colossal dick in his guts, but he couldn’t concern himself with that - not when he was suffocating.

For the second time in less than an hour, he was being robbed of air. The burning in his lungs grew worse with every passing second, it felt like his heart might beat out of his chest, and the world was steadily closing in on him. It was a horrifying experience, easily worse than anything he’d ever been through, but some part of him reveled in it.

He really couldn’t say if it was some sort of survival instinct, or if the depths of his depravity had never truly revealed themselves, but the fear gave way to something akin to joy. Neither of the mares had the slightest bit of respect for him, viewing him as little more than a toy, and something about that revelation simply felt right. Forcing himself to remain conscious, doing everything in his power to please them, eventually felt his mate throbbing within him.

The pulsing shaft, the flaring head, and the almost frantic pounding from the dickmare could only mean one thing - she was close. Willing his ass to clamp down on her, squeezing her pistoning length with everything he had, his efforts were rewarded by a deep, triumphant bellow. As the victorious noise of conquest cut through the air, untold pints of seething foal-batter surged into his depths.

Being claimed, knowing he’d fulfilled his purpose, did him in. Howling into the dominatrix’s sex, exhausting what little air was left in his lungs, he slipped into a maelstrom of bliss. The pleasure of being starved of oxygen heightened the experience, similarly to the pain of having his coin purse tortured, though he didn’t jizz. What little watery cum he’d had was long gone, fucked from his prostate by the goddess railing him.

Sinking her fingernails into his scalp, Octavia’s howl caught him by surprise, as did the deluge of climactic juice which went racing down his gullet. Painting his face with her essence, nearly drowning him, she baptized him in her she-spunk. Sadly, the throes of passion and cruel loving proved too much for him.

His legs buckled, collapsing under him, as he fell to the floor. Mercifully, possibly to save herself from being pulled over, Octavia released him and let him fall. Slipping from his rear, Vinyl’s throbbing cock gushed the final few shots of her load over his back, face, and hair. He honestly couldn’t say what happened for several minutes after that, having slipped into the void, but he wasn’t out for long.

Gasping, bolting upright, he looked around in alarm. The pair of friends loomed over him, disinterestedly noting that he was up, yet continuing their conversation. While he considered himself fortunate that they’d given him a reprieve, he felt like he’d been hit by a bus. His makeup was ruined, he was covered in all manner of sensual fluids, and his ass would probably be gaping for the better part of an hour.

“Will she still be able to go out?” Octavia asked, completely ignoring the cum-slicked femcolt.

“Pffft - of course! She’s had worse than that,” Vinyl dismissively snickered.

“C...can I - Cough - ask for something?” he croaked, drawing their attention.

If they wanted to go out and bring him along, there would be no stopping them - as such, he may as well strike while the iron is hot. Asking to have his nipples pierced wasn’t the most impetuous thing, especially because his lover would undoubtedly use them to her advantage, so he felt like it was a reasonable request. Clearing his throat, with the mare’s taste lingering in his sinuses and on his palate, he waited for either of them to reply.

“You may,” Octavia hummed.

“If we’re going out, can I get these pierced?” he meekly inquired, cupping one massive tit in each hand.

As he smiled up at them, holding his breath, the duo stared in amazement down at his rack. He hadn’t expected them to be that shocked by his request, which caused his anxiety to spike. Though they didn’t exactly look angry, there was definitely something off about their reaction. Unsure of what to say or do, continuing to hold his breasts, something warm rolled over his fingers.

Quirking his brow, glancing down at his chest, he froze. Streams of milk were leaking from both his teats, dribbling over his hands and dripping to the carpet. He’d genuinely thought Octavia had been joking earlier, when she’d mentioned something about lactation, but the development spoke to the contrary. Giving his bust a squeeze, causing milk to spray from his nipples, a thrill ran up his spine.

“While I certainly appreciate your suggestion, getting a piercing now would be less than ideal,” Octavia responded, thoughtfully stroking her chin. “That being said, I may have an -”

“We’re getting you a breast pump, a couple potions to increase your output, and a cow outfit,” Vinyl excitedly interrupted, cutting off her friend.

Despite having just cum, the prospect of having an on-hand dairy cow was clearly appealing to the dickmare. Her semi-rigid stallionhood twitched, steaming in the cool air, as it began to swell with blood. Stooping down, hooking her hands under his arms, she lifted her fuck-toy to his feet, lowered her head, and latched onto one of his leaking breasts.

Citi bit his lip, as she hungrily nursed on his teat. He knew they’d been growing larger, and that their sensitivity had increased exponentially, but he couldn’t have fathomed he’d actually start producing milk! Clenching as hard as he could, trapping what little remained of her creamy load in his ass, he pulled her to his chest.

“Might I also suggest some bondage-wear and accessories - slings, rope, cuffs, all the normal accouterments,” Octavia remarked, trotting around behind him. “If or when she is properly trained, I have little doubt that periodic reminders will help her stay the course.”

Squatting down, running one hand up his thigh, she suddenly jammed her hand into his ass. An effeminate moan escaped his lips, as she fiercely ground her palm against his overly-sensitive prostate. The sensation of being fisted while having his breast suckled was amazing, almost as good as being railed out - not just because of how good it felt, but because of the mental imagery it evoked.

He’d taken one step closer to becoming a real mare, and he couldn’t be happier. Thoughts of himself heavy with foal, as he nursed his well-hung lover, flitted through his mind. Even if he couldn’t actually get knocked up, producing milk would make the fantasy just a bit closer to achieve. His eyelids flitted closed, his pucker quivered, and the breath hitched in his throat, while he pictured himself as a gravid, expectant mother.

Though Vinyl didn’t vocally respond, she held out a thumbs up. Nodding enthusiastically, unable to look away from his lover’s swelling length, Citi fondled his free tit. Though the cold tempered mare had only just arrived, he was hesitantly thankful that she’d come to help his situation. With the prospect of a new cage, some very kinky roleplay, and a couple of new outfits, the afternoon could only get better...