Amplified

Citi had remained quiet for the entire ride, despite her mounting anxiety. She’d donned the painfully revealing getup Vinyl had surprised her with, and she hadn’t questioned going out while wearing it, but the revelation that they were going to a club had set her nerves on edge. Going out while wearing something skimpy was one thing, but wearing the mockery of a swimsuit while in a crowded cabaret was something else entirely.

“It’ll be fine,” the hulking dickmare mused, seemingly sensing her lover’s anxiety, “just trust me.”

“So I won’t get in trouble for - uh…” Citi trailed off, peering down at her massive, barely covered chest.

“Trouble? Hah -” Vinyl laughed, “not here you won’t. I would never do anything to put you in harm’s way, would I?” Parking the SUV, she leaned over and lovingly drew her fingers up the busty femcolt’s chin.

“N...no,” Citi weakly replied, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks.

While it was true that her Mistress had never done anything that resulted in her having any problems, legal or otherwise, being paraded about like a common whore set her nerves on edge. As the dickmare withdrew, getting out of the vehicle, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the passenger door. Regardless of what they were doing or where they went, so long as Vinyl was with her, she knew everything would be alright - at least, she hoped everything would be alright.

As she walked around the back of the SUV, joining her awaiting mate, she looked over to what she presumed was their destination. The building was relatively large and nondescript, almost appearing as if it used to be a factory of some sort, but she could hear a thumping bass line emanating from the structure. As her titanic lover hooked arms with her, guiding her to the entrance, she gathered her courage.

“Any particular reason you wanted to go out tonight?” she demurely inquired.

The question was relatively modest, considering they rarely went out to such places. While not on tour, Vinyl almost seemed to avoid large gatherings, likely because she was forced to attend so many for her trade. Looking up to her towering lover, seeing a coy little smile on the woman’s face, a cold feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

“I just thought that this would be a good way for you to broaden your horizons,” Vinyl casually explained, waving to a pair of bouncers by the door, “and maybe make Mama a few extra bits - you know, because all those sexy little getups, shoes, and jewelry I keep getting you aren’t cheap.”

The mention of somehow earning money did little to calm Citi’s nerves, as she moved into the club beside her Mistress. As far as she knew, there were only a handful of ways for a mare like herself to make capital, and none of them would be particularly savory. Pressing herself to the dickmare’s side, doing her level best to keep her eyes on the floor, she was guided through the boisterous interior.

She couldn’t say exactly where she was being led, nor did she know how she was supposedly going to acquire any bits, but she kept her lips glued shut. If or when her Mistress decided to explain herself, she’d get the answers she sought. It wasn’t until they’d passed the dance floor and booths of the cavernous central chamber, moving into a small hallway, did she lift her head.

“Second stall,” Vinyl intoned, nodding to a doorway on her right. “I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Citi opened her mouth to ask what the mare had meant, but she caught herself. Nodding slowly, taking some solace in the fact that her she-stud wouldn’t be too far away, she walked through the doorway and found herself in what appeared to be a run-of-the-mill bathroom. A number of urinals lined the wall, followed by three toilet stalls, with sinks and mirrors sitting opposite.

As she moved deeper, towards her appointed alcove, she slowed to a halt. The realization that she was clearly in a stallions’ restroom had been odd enough, since she typically used the facilities for little mares nowadays, but seeing her appointed spot was what ultimately tipped her off. The walls flanking the next-to-last cubicle each had a large, tape-lined glory hole.

Her mind reeled, grappling with the concept of anonymously servicing a total stranger. There was no other explanation to be given to what was expected of her. She’d been told she was going to make her Mistress some bits, had been ushered into a male bathroom, and been told to go to the one stall which harbored a pair of openings for people, ponies or not, to thrust their dicks through - still, as jarring as the revelation was, she couldn’t deny how hot the concept was.

Though she’d only ever fooled around with one other guy before - her childhood friend Nox - the notion of serving large, preferably imposing males was certainly an appealing one. Not because she was dissatisfied with Vinyl, but because it would be a delectably different change of pace. To have a muscular, virile stallion push her down and have his way with her was, to her shame, a captivating thought, and she had fantasized about such an event on numerous occasions.

She’d long ago abandoned the vestigial dregs of her masculinity, embracing her role as a subservient, cock-hungry sissy. Truth be told, it didn’t matter whom was using her, so long as she was able to worship and please them with her mouth, supple tits, or exquisitely succulent ass. In every conceivable way, from her neatly pedicured feet to her lusciously styled and dyed mane, she was a sexual war machine.

Where once she had been a relatively lackluster stallion, now she stood as a paragon of sensuality. Her bust easily dwarfed most mares’ racks, and her ass almost always drew attention, yet those were but two of her defining features. She’d relearned how to walk, swaying her ample hips with every step, and even her voice had become soft and girlish - not that she was complaining. For all intents and purposes, she was better than the average female.

Her little clit was perpetually locked away, relegated to being little more than a decoration, and there was no chance of knocking her up - well, not actually knocking her up. She often imagined being impregnated by her mate, and the notion of such a scandalous occurrence often pushed her over the edge, but she knew that was impossible. Shaking her head, feeling her miniscule prick struggle against its confines, she stepped into the stall, closed the door behind herself, and seated herself on the toilet.

She presumed that Vinyl would be drumming up business for her, likely pointing prospective patrons to the bathroom while gathering their donations, yet she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. Left to her thoughts, hearing a sound of approaching footfalls, her ears perked up. Either she was about to get her first client, or someone was coming to relieve themselves.

Tracking the sound, listening to the interloper drawing closer and closer, she peeked through the glory hole on her left. A second passed before she finally got a look at him, and what a him it was. Though she was only able to see a portion of his body, what with the relatively small portal being at waist level, she could immediately tell two things - he was not a pony, and he was big.

The downy feathers on his sculpted abdomen, clawed hands, and steady clack clack clack of his taloned feet left little room for doubt, she was about to get her first taste of a griffon. Her face lay plastered against the partition, as she watched him reach for his waistband. She’d seen a number of the avians in porn before, and while out and about, but she’d never experienced any sort of intimacy with one - that was until that moment.

Unfastening his belt, and unzipping his fly, the anonymous love-bird revealed his tool. Wholly dissimilar to a stallion or dickmare’s equipment, his long, tapered length had a spear-like tip, small nubs along the shaft, and was a brilliant crimson color. Gazing longingly at his semi-rigid shaft, feeling her mouth beginning to water, she waited for him to take the first move.

Knock Knock Knock-Knock Knock

“So I heard you could help me out with this,” he intoned, turning to fully face the opening.

Enthusiastically nodding, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see her, Citi cleared her throat. “Y...yes, Sir.”

“Good, because I’m kinda pent up,” he grunted.

Shuffling forward, he guided his cock and fuzzy nuts through the hole. It took everything she had not to inhale his endowment, even if it was moderately sized, but she managed to rein herself in. Her first time with a griffon should be special, whether it was with a stranger or not, so she leaned to the side, pressed her snout to the root of his package, and deeply inhaled through her nose.

The scent was remarkable, a far departure from anything she’d smelled before, yet it was far from unappealing. His aroma was sharp, almost predatory, and held a distinctly masculine note. Lifting a hand to delicately fondle his coin purse, she gave his member a tender kiss - after all, it would be rude for a mare not to introduce herself. Lowering her head ever so slightly, bringing her lips to the head of his cock, she opened her maw.

Having no experience with servicing someone through a glory hole, she quickly discovered two of the drawbacks; not only could she not see her partner, but she was left to do nearly all the work herself. Undeterred, yet annoyed that he couldn’t appreciate her outfit, she was stricken with an idea. Withdrawing, she slipped from the toilet.

She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought about it before, but she had a perfectly good pair of tits she could use on him. Squatting down, placing her weight on her heels, she brought her formidable bust to bear. As she sandwiched his hardening shaft between her massive melons, squeezing her bosoms together with her arms, she stroked him off with her breasts.

“Bet you wish you had a girlfriend with tits like this,” she haughtily chuckled, feeling his dick twitch.

“Fuck, those are your tits?” he blurted. “I thought that was your ass for a second.”

The complement brought a smile to Citi’s face, even though the guy couldn’t see it. Slowly raising and lowering her torso, effectively giving the dude a tit-job, she dipped her head. The tip of his length just cleared the top of her cleavage, protruding from her rack, which meant there was one other thing she could do to help the situation. Wrapping her lips around his glans, teasing it with her tongue, she gave herself a taste.

As she hummed around his shaft, two things struck her; for starters, he either hadn’t bathed in some time or he had a remarkably piquant flavor - secondly, the texture of his tool was wonderfully exotic. The flesh covering his length was remarkably soft and slick, likely because it was housed in a sheath most of the time, yet she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, he spurred her onward. Lovingly lapping at the tip of his shaft, while stroking him with her chest, she closed her eyes and relished the new experience.

It wasn’t until a solid minute or two had passed until she decided to change tactics, eager to show off yet another of her skills - that and giving a tit-job through a wall really wasn’t the easiest thing to pull off. Sinking to her knees, bringing her muzzle to the proffered dong, she leaned in and slipped him into her muzzle.

Using her chest to get someone off was all well and good, if only for a warmup, but she couldn’t help herself from blowing him to finish. It was almost as if her throat had become an erogenous zone, though she couldn’t fully explain it. She’d always had a bit of an oral fixation, even before she’d met her Mistress, but her time with Vinyl had turned the interest into something bordering an addiction.

Bobbing her head, effortlessly gliding the griffon’s cock into her awaiting gullet, she massaged his barbed length with her tongue. The little nubs dotting his shaft were interesting, neither extraordinarily soft nor too hard, and she wondered how they’d feel diving in and out of her backdoor. Continuing to fondle his balls with one hand, while she bobbed her head from side to side, she reached between her legs and to her pucker.

The swimsuit she wore was a mockery of clothing, failing to cover more than her nipples and caged little clit, and it did nothing to conceal her ass. The slender fabric between her generous backside was essentially a thong, resting against her pronounced and remarkably soft cunt. Running her fingers over the donut-like ring pussy, feeling a shiver of excitement, she thrust two digits into herself.

Just because she was blowing someone didn’t mean she couldn’t get herself off. Rubbing her oversized and hyper-sensitive prostate, she groaned around the avian’s shaft. She’d long ago learned that it was perfectly fine for mares like herself to masturbate while worshiping a stud - as such, she did just that. Shamelessly fingering herself, working the guy’s tool like the seasoned dick-milker she was, she failed to take note of another pair of footsteps drawing nearer.

“You gonna suck on this or what?” a voice blared, catching Citi’s ear.

Twisting her head, but taking care to keep the griffon in her snout, she peeked over her shoulder and discovered someone else had joined them. Her eyes widened, seeing what had to be a diamond dog’s knotted schlong emerge through the second glory hole. The knotted root, vivid color, slender tip, and furred groin of her newfound guest set her heart racing, but not as much as his size.

While the griffon wasn’t what she’d consider small, being somewhat larger than average, the canine cock looked to be nearly as long as her biggest sex toy. Peering at the bulbous base of the newcomer’s dick, knowing full well that it would get larger when he came, eyed her surroundings and did some quick mental math. If she was right, and she prayed she was, she may be able to kill two birds with one stone - metaphorically speaking.

Rearing back, yet keeping the avian’s member in her muzzle, she shuffled back and got to her feet. The stall wasn’t all that wide, giving her perilously little room to maneuver, but that was actually a blessing. As she stood, remaining bent over, she slid her generous rump up the opposite partition and towards the awaiting dog dick.

She would have stopped to tell the canine what she was doing - then again, she didn’t want to disrupt the blowjob she was giving. Slowly, carefully, her buns glided over the wall, until they nestled against the base of the hound’s hog. Fortunately for her, the diamond dude pulled back, clearing the portal and allowing her to get into position.

Sandwiched between the pair of dividers, she raised her waist to the second opening and eagerly waited. Judging from the pleased grunts and heavy breaths of the griffon, it wouldn’t be long until her little love bird popped, so she focused on bringing him to finish. Feeling the canine, who she affectionately thought of as Rex, prod at her tush, sinking between her buns and towards her needy hole, she leveled every ounce of her considerable fellating skills to work.

Vacuuming on the backstrokes, mopping the griffon’s shaft with her pouting lips, she ravished her feathered lover’s cock like it was her job - then again, it kind of was her job. Even if she wasn’t concerned about the money she was making, she felt certain that Vinyl would appreciate the extra bit of income. As she gently kneaded the pair of downy balls, feeling them beginning to tense up, she decided to finish him off.

Pressing her nose to the wall, getting as much of his dick in her muzzle as she could manage, she theatrically gagged. While she couldn’t speak for him, she knew that some studs, including her precious Vinyl, reveled in having her choke on their endowment, and so she did just that. Lightly coughing and sputtering, hearing a muted groan from across the partition, her plan worked perfectly.

A small torrent of spunk rushed through his pulsing shaft and down her gullet, although she wasn’t able to enjoy it. Just as the griffon had begun to blow his load, the canine behind her plunged into her rear. Fully used to the sensation of being penetrated by the battering ram-like head of a stallionhood, the feeling of having Rex plunge into her ass was downright heavenly.

Gulping down the griffon’s spunk, being sure to wring every delectable drop of seed from his throbbing length, she slammed her ass against the opposite wall. Be damned if she was gonna half-ass getting plowed by somebody, regardless of who it was. As she clenched around his length, wholly unable to impede his progress, a bead of pre-cum oozed from her chastity cage.

“Thanks for the hummer, slut,” the griffon murmured, hauling his softening length from her snout.

As abruptly as the avian had begun, having nonchalantly expected immediate service, he departed. If Citi hadn’t started fucking herself on the canine’s sublimely shaped member, she would have complained or asked her unnamed partner to come back - that being said, she was enjoying herself too much. Then free to have a bit of fun, and concentrate on pleasuring Rex, she didn’t realize she was getting another suitor until it was too late.

Having turned her head, watching her ass ripple as it impacted against the partition, she was caught off guard by something thick and hot slapping against her cheek. The unmistakable fragrance of a stallionhood struck her like a gong, alerting her to what had stricken her before she could even see it. Instinctively turning and dropping her jaw, she popped the horse cock into her mouth and started sucking.

It didn’t matter if her newest participant was a stallion or a dickmare - the only thing she cared about was stuffing her gob with the deliciously thick shaft protruding from the portal. She’d choked herself on Vinyl’s marecock more times than she could count, but that didn’t make the moment of pleasuring a fellow equine any less enjoyable. There was something simply magical about slurping on a stallionhood, and so she set upon the pony with gusto.

Juggling two partners at the same time wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but her determination, enthusiasm, and downright whorish nature allowed her to handle the task - if only just. Fully bent over, with one dick in her ass and one in her muzzle, she swayed between the two partitions. While it was a bit unfortunate that she couldn’t fully fixate on either of her anonymous admirers, the sheer excitement of being used as a sex-toy by strangers more than made up for it.

Back and forth, forward and back, her body seesawed in the tiny stall. The rhythmic pounding of the canine’s hips against the wall made it clear enough that one of her devotees was getting into it, stoking the raging fires of her passion. Leaving her clit to slaver pre to the tiled floor, she pawed at one hanging, udder-like tit.

Keeping track of time wasn’t the first thing on her mind, considering she was effectively spit-roasting herself between two unknown paramours, but it wasn’t long before Rex started hammering into her. Reflexively altering her tactics, jamming her backside against the opening he was desperately trying to breed her through, she let him go wild. Sure enough, after a few fleeting moments of having him batter her well-used backdoor, he knotted her.

The sensation of having something the size of an orange pop into her ass nearly pushed her over the edge, but feeling the bulbous root of his dick swell to the size of the grapefruit did her in. Whimpering aloud, momentarily losing focus, her climax was punctuated by the stallion nearly hilting himself in her snout. Her eyes watered while thin, impotent seed sputtered from her cage, and she actually gagged on the pistoning dick in her throat as she fought to remain standing.

It may have been her imagination, but it sure as hell felt like the seed flooding into her depths was several degrees hotter than anything she’d experienced before. The canine’s bestial snarls and growls sent her heart fluttering, while the pony who’d taken to rutting her muzzle thoughtlessly continued using her. It was a magical moment, on par with anything Vinyl had done with or to her, and it kindled a hitherto undiscovered fetish - to be viewed as something less than a person.

Forcing her body to obey her, she shoved her face to the divide. Though she’d had a momentary lapse of control, brought on by her climax, she was not about to slack on her duties. Fortunately for her, the dog tied to her ass wouldn’t be that much of an issue, seeing as how his erupting dick was trapped inside her tush. With one of the two dealt with, she swiftly composed herself and fervently fellated the stallionhood swabbing her throat.

“Hope you ain’t plannin’ on goin’ anywhere for a while, bitch,” Rex chuckled, flexing his still-cumming length, “cause it ain’t gonna go soft ‘til you got a litter in you.”

Citi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, she moaned around the pony’s cock, and a dribble of watery jizz oozed from her clit, as she heard the diamond dog’s words. One of the benefits of servicing two studs anonymously was that, for all they knew, they were actually getting off to a mare. Thrashing her tongue from side to side, taking sips of air when she was able, she silently wondered if the canine genuinely thought his load was headed for a defenseless, fertile womb.

With Rex content to stay put, waiting for his knot to shrink to a manageable size, the stallion or dickmare she was sucking off took the lead. Much like his predecessor, the pony took to banging his hips against the wall. Content to let the unnamed equine have their way with her, immeasurably pleased with her performance thus far, Citi peeked over to the door of her confines.

Much to her shock, she spotted at least two pairs of feet standing idly outside the stall. With only the cuffs of their pants, socks, and sneakers visible, it was anyone’s guess as to whom or what was waiting their turn, but that was part of the thrill of the situation. She was there to serve as an outlet for anyone and everyone’s frustrations, so long as they could spare whatever Vinyl was charging, and she was quickly warming to the role.

“You - Nnnph - want it down your throat or on your face?” a decidedly masculine voice huffed.

Feeling him starting to flare, Citi pulled back, grabbed the base of his shaft, and unsheathed him from her gullet. “Paint me, Daddy!”

While having a second piping-hot deposit of spunk in her stomach wasn’t a bad idea, being slathered in foal-batter was too good of an opportunity to pass up. As she cranked his shaft, while keeping her mouth expectantly open, she stared down his length. He wasn’t nearly as big as Vinyl, nor was the diamond dog or griffon, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy having his creamy goodness splash over her - still, a part of her hoped that she’d get at least one exceedingly well-hung guest.

While the stallion grunted and blew his hot, exceedingly thick load over her face, getting most of it into her awaiting maw, she closed her eyes and savored the flavor. The poor guy must have been pretty pent up, or possibly just naturally productive, because his output was downright obscene. Continuing to jack him off, until he began to withdraw, she gave the bloated head of his tool a parting kiss and giggled.

“Thanks for the deposit, stud muff-ffFFuck!” she croaked, as the canine suddenly pulled his swollen knot from her behind.

Though she couldn’t see it, she sure as hell felt his cum drooling from her gaped, winking hole. As badly as she would have liked to reach back and feel himself, seeing just how much damage Rex had done, she kept her derriere pushed firmly against the wall. If she moved too much, someone might take note of his miniscule package. Staying still, waiting for the next participants to talk in and take their turns with her, a commotion caught her ear.

“Gorma sick of waiting,” a deep, angry voice raged.

Spotting one of her awaiting visitors flee, while a second stepped aside, Citi gulped. Whoever or whatever was stomping towards her stall sounded big as hell and none too pleased, judging what sure as shit sounded like a wrathful titan storming nearer. Seeing a pair of gargantuan hooves appear beneath the gap of her refuge, and the tips of two horns swing into view from above, her blood turned to ice.

“Gorma smash,” the goliath continued, as two beefy hands grabbed hold of the door, “NOW!”

With a sickening crunch of rent metal and hardened plastic, her sanctuary was breached. Like a deer in the headlights, it was all she could do to stare up at the biggest, burliest yak she’d ever seen. Her eyes wandered down his utterly gargantuan frame, drinking in his features, while he leered down at her through his thick, rust-red bangs.

With shoulders wider than the stall’s width, and horns nearly scraping against the ceiling, it was a wonder he’d been able to fit into the restroom at all. Every part of the bovine was almost inconceivably big, from tree-like thighs to his mammoth chest and arms, explaining why the other patrons had either fled or made way for him. As Citi’s gaze moved down his skin-tight tank top, past his six-pack abs and to his groin, her jaw nearly hit the floor - protruding from the bottom of his shorts was the unimaginably monumental head of his flaccid dick.

“Gorma pay nice lady outside,” he groused, snorting frustratedly. “Now Gorma fuck pretty mare…”

Wondering how in the hell he was even supposed to fit within the cubicle, unable to find her voice, she promptly figured out just what his plans were. Pushing his hands to the walls on either side of her, the big bastard literally destroyed the stall’s partitions. Now with more than enough room to maneuver, and having scared off any other would-be clients, he trudged forward and thrust a finger at his crotch.

“Do good,” he rumbled, while his hardening dick struggled against the flimsy fabric of his trunks, “or else…”

Nodding and licking her lips, Citi eased herself to the cum-slickened floor and crawled towards the colossus. While she was definitely uneasy about his size, strength, and apparent disregard for the destruction of property, there was no denying how aroused she was by the prospect of worshiping someone who dwarfed her in stature and power. The servile portions of her brain seized control, all but forcing her to obey him.

Kneeling before him, she reverently extended her arms and began to disrobe his lower half. As she unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, moving faster with every fleeting second, she got her first whiff of what he was packing. His smell was, in a word, overpowering, but not nearly as captivating at the titanic swell of his endowment and immense balls. Dragging his shorts down his muscular thighs, unveiling his immense equipment, the breath hitched in her throat.

There weren’t many who could boast about having a bigger dick than her precious Vinyl, but she’d be damned if the yak didn’t have the she-stud beat in both length and girth. His nuts were nearly the size of basketballs, holding what had to be upwards of a gallon’s worth of cum, and his tool nearly looked like a third leg. Looming over the prostrate mockery of a stallion, heedless or uncaring about the pony’s caged clit, he impatiently waited to be served.

There was no way Tartarus Citi would be able to suck the guy off unless he somehow managed to unhinge his jaw. But that didn’t mean she was completely out of options. Her hands caressed and stroked his impossibly large length, tenderly massaging him, while she dragged her tongue over the sweaty, musky appendage. She almost felt unworthy to touch the mammoth’s monstrous member, almost, yet that didn’t stop her from fawning over him like a depraved sycophant.

Bending at the waist, she brought her mouth to the yak’s prodigious cock-head. As she kissed and licked her way over his glans, doing what she could to stroke him, her mind grew clouded with lust. He was going to fuck her, pin her to a wall and likely leave her ruined for days or more, yet all she could feel was excitement. Closing her eyes, with his mere presence overpowering all of her senses, she made out with his tool.

His taste was bitter and salty, the musk he gave off was so strong that it was nearly foul, and his shaft was so heavy, so utterly huge that gravity forced it to hang towards the floor. The other males who’d come to visit Citi had expected her to relieve their sexual tension, but Gorma was different - she yearned for him to unleash himself upon her. After a scant few moments passed, incapable of controlling herself any longer, she broke the kiss and peered up at him.

“P...please,” she whispered, cautiously getting to her feet, “I w...want - no, I need you to rut me…”

Turning her back to him, leaning over the toilet, she swung her tail to the side, arched her back, and braced her legs. She wasn’t sure how interested he was, since her chaste package hung between her succulent thighs, so she offered a silent prayer that he would have his way with her. Unwilling to look back, lest she see a look of disdain on his face, she silently waited for him to make a move.

“Pony too short,” he barked. “Gorma fix.”

“Wha - Eeep!” Citi squeaked, as she was effortlessly plucked from the ground.

It took her a second to figure out what he was doing, but she swiftly put the pieces together. One of his hands was wrapped around her midsection, holding her as if she weighed nothing at all, while he lifted his dick and leveled it at her backside. While she was lowered to his meaty pillar, feeling the unbelievably giant tip of his length grind between her buns, she tried and failed to ready herself for the herculean trial.

Even if she’d had more time to relax herself, heaps of lube, and a protracted stretching warmup session, nothing could have prepared her for him. The yak simply forced her down his shaft, impaling her without a shred of concern, as her whorish howling cut through the air. She’d joked about how Vinyl rearranged her insides before, but this wasn’t a joke - she could actually feel her innards being repositioned by the elephantine intrusion.

Hanging her head, peering past her swaying tits, she watched the imprint of his cock move up her abdomen and to the bottom of her rib cage. As frightening as the sight was, it was easily one of the hottest things she’d ever seen - that and the sensation of having something so massive inside her was indescribable. Slowing to a halt, he shuffled backwards, rested his shoulders against the wall, and started using her like an onahole.

Each plunge drove the wind from her, literally forcing the air from her lungs, and caused her to rhythmically groan. There was nothing she could do to help or hinder him, being too small and far too weak to accomplish anything with the titan, so he pounded into her without the slightest bit of restraint. Her arms and legs hung limply, ropes of saliva dangled from her lips, and what little cum was left in her pathetic little nuts was forced out of her, as she was ravaged by the colossus.

The experience walked the razor’s edge between amazingly wondrous and horrifying, knowing full well that she may not survive the encounter. It should have been impossible for someone her size to be railed out by an actual giant, and nobody with any common sense would have dared try something so ridiculous. Yet there she was being screwed by a dick nearly the size of her leg. It wasn’t until the milk leaking from her breasts whetted the yak’s fingers did he slow.

“Gorma thirsty,” he rumbled, spinning her around to face him.

Lifting her, yet keeping what felt like at least a foot of dick in her ass, he craned his head forward, popped her right tit into her mouth, and started to nurse. The added stimulation made her climax on the spot, though what little spunk she had was long since expended. Raising and lowering her, moving faster and faster with every passing second, he greedily drank down her milk.

Citi’s climaxes melded into one another, with one bleeding into the next, sundering her reality. She genuinely couldn’t say if she’d been getting screwed for days on end or a few fleeting seconds - either way, it felt like a small eternity. Weaving in and out of consciousness, only vaguely aware that the bull was rutting her with increasing speed and force, his orgasm struck her like a bomb.

His primal roar momentarily brought her back to the waking world, before he erupted within her. The flood of seed rushing through her guts fractured her mind and ruined her body, filling her with more cum than should have been possible. Her gut ballooned outward, making her appear as if she was in the final phase of carrying triplets, as the seeming endless tide of his essence continued to flow.

The pressure of his deposit, coupled with the nearly three whole loads she’d received beforehand, was too much for her. Her head lolled to the side, as syrupy jizz cascaded out of her nose and mouth and pattered to the tile beneath her. It was only then, serving as a condom filled to the breaking point, that her perception of the world faded entirely. Passing out in his grasp, the last thing she remembered was hearing him snorting and growling above her.

…

“Hey,” a voice called, seconds before something stuck Citi’s cheek. “Come on, I know you ain’t dead.”

Opening one eye, she peered upward and saw a beaming, familiar face. At some point or another, probably once he’d finished with her, the yak must have set her on the ground and departed, because she awoke in a pool of cool cum. As she shakily lifted one arm, pressing her palm against the floor, she started pushing herself up, collapsed, and laid still. The most she could manage to do was breathe, so she remained still.

“Gotta say, you put on one hell of a show,” Vinyl snickered.

The dickmare ticked away at her phone, before turning the screen around toward her. Much to Citi’s surprise, it appeared as though her time with the yak had been recorded. Shifting her focus to her lover, she weakly coughed and cleared her throat.

“C...can we go home now?” she rasped.

Vinyl nodded as she stooped down and scooped her up. “Yeah, you’ve had enough fun for tonight. Just don’t ask me to fuck you for a few days. I want that ass nice and snug for Mama - alright?”

Citi nodded, as she was carried out of the demolished bathroom and through the club. She knew she must have looked terrible, practically naked and covered from head to toe in cum, but she wasn’t bothered in the slightest. If the patrons wanted a real look at her, or possibly more than a look, they could pay her Mistress for it later…