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Lou pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the oncoming headache.

“I'm just–" Lou began. “This is so much to take in."

Barbara nodded.

“I know, and I'm so sorry." She reached her hand onto his lap, squeezing his thigh reassuringly.

After Lou had gotten the mare freed from her bondage, her body was just too exhausted and numb to go very far. He knew how bad her jelly legs could get, which meant that the stairs out of the bunker just wasn't an option. It was tough to admit for Lou, but he wasn't as committed to his workout journey as he liked to believe. That meant he could barely carry over 180 pounds, let alone Barbara's 300. He was, thankfully, able to help her to one of the benches in the room.

The cushions were a dark, velvety purple that resisted her weight far more than any normal couch should. Even the main couch in the house's living room sank when she plopped herself down, yet the one down here seemed to handle her with ease. Sitting next to her, he didn't even feel himself being dragged or leaned towards her. There was definitely something weird about the bunker. He rested his hand on hers and squeezed a response as he looked around once more.

The ceiling was quite tall for an underground bunker. Or dungeon, as Barbie says, he thought. He didn't want to think about it. There was still too much about his family that he wasn't familiar with. Perhaps the height might have been made to make staying for long periods less claustrophobic, but that theory didn't hold up when looking at the rest of the bunker. It wasn't just the room that was big, everything in it was too.

He hadn't paid too much attention to it, but the rig that Barbara was suspended on was massive, easily able to hold the hefty mare up, perhaps even two of her! Not to mention the other contraptions, things he wasn't even fully sure what they were for, just that they made him uncomfortable. Multiple stockades of varying sizes, reclining chairs with leg stirrups, giant crosses and x's that had adjustable restraint lengths. It was all just too much for normal humans.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Barbara said.

“It's okay," he tried to sound reassuring. “I know this is… Extreme."

She looked away from him, towards her own lap. He couldn't be mad at her. He had no reason to. He had kept away a lot of information about his family from her. Granted, he didn't really have much knowledge himself, even less than he had originally thought. But he was still shocked. It was so hard to wrap his head around this. He felt he knew her, more than he'd ever known anyone. She was disciplined, traditional, and reserved.

Beautiful too, of course. Her silky silver mane was well maintained, and she always kept the mustache her breed analog was so well known for shaved, though he always insisted that he'd love her with or without a caterpillar. She hadn't wanted to test it. Her face was coated in a pretty gray, as was most of her body, and covered in adorable black and white freckled blotches, like most of her body. Her breasts and belly were a much lighter shade, which bordered on the edge of white, though the thinning of her coat revealed her skin to be a pale gray with blots of black around her nipples and teats. She was still nude, something he couldn't really help her with. She was just too large for his jacket to cover her, and despite how well stocked for torture this horrible place was, it lacked in necessities like blankets.

“I don't know how this exists," he said, continuing to be confused. She nodded.

“It's quite amazing. I don't know who of your kin built it, but it has everything."

He frowned. He didn't want to think about who it was that built it, even less who in his family had used it. From the sheer size of the things around him, he questioned if anyone of his family could use it.

“It's lacking in common sense, for sure," he said. “What kind of bed has curtains and pillows and not a damn blanket?"

She snorted.

“Admittedly the aftercare accommodations aren't the best."

“Aftercare?" He cocked his head. “You were a virgin two years ago and you know what aftercare is?"

“Lou!" Her nostrils flared with her ears peeled back. “I can use the internet, you know. Why do you know what it is?"

It was his turn to blush.

“You know," he said. “The internet."

She scoffed.

“Uh-huh, the internet."

He stood up from the bench and paced out of reach from her. He didn't know how to explain himself any more than the dungeon. He turned back to her.

“It's a guy thing, okay?"

“A guy thing," she said in a flat tone, head cocked to the side.

“Yeah, like, eventually we try jerking off to everything at least once."

“What? Gross!"

“Come on," he says. “You just get curious, and you watch a few videos of every category on a site just to see what works best."

She folds her hands together on her lap as she looks away.

“Did you like it?" she asked.

“What? Like what?"

“Did you like what you watched?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes seemingly pleading with him.

He scratched the back of his neck.

“I don't know," he said. “Sure, it's fun in the moment, but I never really searched for it, just kind of had a phase and moved on."

“Would you want to try it?"

“What, BDSM shit?"

She flinched, and Lou knew he messed up.

“I'm sorry," he said. “I didn't mean it like that."

“It's okay." She kept her head down.

Lou sighed. He walked over to her and kneeled in front of where she sat. He placed his hands over hers. His were smaller than hers, but he still gave a firm squeeze. He smiled at her reassuringly.

“Hey," he said. He reached one hand up to brush her mane behind her ear. “I think it's great that you found something you enjoy. I love you."

She looked off to the side, too nervous to respond.

“I didn't say I didn't like it," he continued. “I'd love to try this stuff with you, okay? I think it's better that way so you can stay safe."

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her head and hugged her to his chest. He gave the top of her head a kiss and leaned down, rubbing up and down the back of her neck.

“I don't want something like this to happen again," Lou said. “I want to keep expressing yourself. I think it's great that you found something you enjoy in this way. I just want you to be safe." He stayed cradling her in silence and gently rocked his body against hers, doing his best to show her his warmth and love. The human's fingers stroked through her mane like fish jumping through a silver sea. Eventually, she found the courage to speak again.

“Lou?"

“Yeah, Barbie?"

“Can we do it?"

He pulled back in surprise.

“Right now?" he asked.

“Yeah," Barbara said, pulling back a little to look up at him. Even when she was sitting on the bench, she still reached up to his neck.

“Don't you want to rest first?" Lou asked. “Wait till you recover more?"

She shook her head and gingerly pushed against his stomach. He stepped away, creating a gap between them. The mare leaned back in her seat as he watched, unsure of what exactly she was doing. She didn't try to cover herself as she pressed her chest forward, ignoring the soreness in her back. She spread her legs open to show how her soaked, equine pussy.

“I think," she whispered. “I think I've been a naughty girl."

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Barbara moaned as the rope cinched tight around her sore wrists. Lou paused and leaned over her shoulder.

“You okay? Is it too tight?"

The mare shook her head and smiled.

“No, you're doing great."

“Okay," he said. He leaned back and finished his knot on the rope. She had given him enough direction to make a firm tie, but it wasn't visually pleasing. The mare didn't care though. She just loved that he was the one doing it to her. He stood up and stretched his back, looking over his handiwork. He gave her a pat on her large rump. “Just remember we have a safe word."

“Persimmons," she said. She turned her head to look at him and winked. “You can do it harder than that."

He chuckled as he raised his hand back and swatted her ass, making it part and jiggle as the mare yelped. She could feel her blood running hotter, having not expected him to go that hard so quickly. He usually likes to warm up to things! She turned her head back and faced forward. Her belly and chest were laying on top of the padded bench with her legs straddling either side. The spreader bar connected to both feet, locked underneath to keep her from getting away. Her wrists were clumsily bound behind her back by the human, he stated that it was his first time doing so. Lou claimed that they don't teach you that sort of thing in Boy Scouts, not that he even joined as a kid.

“Are you sure you don't want to gag me," she asked.

“No, not for the first time at least." He shook his head. He rubbed the cheek he smacked, enjoying how her soft skin depressed under his palm. Her tail flicked with excitement and the silvery locks brushed against his arm. He squeezed her rump, harder than he was used to. She moaned.

“You're doing great," Barbara said.

He could feel his face burning but unsure if it was from shame or embarrassment. He did his best to ignore it, it helped that she wasn't looking at him. Barbara was feeling nearly the same as him, though any negativity was washed over by the exciting thrill. She flexed her legs as she anticipated what was to come. She didn't wait long as Lou let go of her ass and drew it up once more and struck back down. A resounding smack echoed through the hall, followed by Barbara wincing and pressing her face into the seat cushion.

“Oh fuck," she gasped. “Yes, that!"

Lou's hands tingled as blood rushed around his palm. The area of impact wasn't that painful for him, but he couldn't help but feel like he was doing something wrong. And something very right. He smacked her ass again, this time from a lower angle. He watched her cheeks bounce in a jiggling fit as she whimpered. Her tail flagged and flicked, letting him know visually that he was doing a good job so far.

She knew he loved her ass. Barbara was closer to what you'd considered a corn-fed farm girl before she came to college. She was always doing some sort of work while she lived with her parents, putting all that energy she got from her food to good use. The mostly sedentary life of a college student with (almost) a 4.0 GPA was nowhere near as active. She still did plenty of cardio, mostly in the form of running, so her core was still strong. This gave her ass firm muscles under layers of fat that provided cushion and bounce for each hard smack.

The mare couldn't stop herself from drooling, her lips kept curling up in excitement as he grew more confident with his smacks. Thanks to her neck being longer than a normal humans she found it quite comfortable to lay on the bench, comfortably able to lay the side of her face on the velvet. Every hit made her tense, her legs flexed, thighs quaked, and her pussy and ass clenched. She never expected she'd be able to experience anything like this on her own. She knew she'd never have the courage to ask someone to do this to her, she couldn't betray Lou like that. But knowing that it was him, behind her, as his palm contacted with her rump, drew her towards another climax.

“Oh!" Barbara began to whinny as she began to writhe in yet another climax. She didn't have a clue what number this one was, but she didn't care. Her pussy gasped as her large, knobbed clit pulsed outward. It lunged out like an animal trying to escape its cage and thick fluids gushed from her urethral tunnel. Her mouth went dry as she made a mess of the cushion. Lou had to take a step back, avoiding getting his feet splattered by her squirt.

He watched her whole body lock up and spasm, her limp body humped against the bench. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted, eyes glazed over. The human was content to watch. He stayed vigilant throughout in case something went wrong. He slipped his hands into his pocket and thumbed around the metal key's ring. It had warmed itself from his body heat. When her body started to calm down, he pulled it out and knelt down beside her, taking hold of one of her hooves that were bound. She kicked her legs out of his grip.

“Not yet," she pleaded. Lou hesitated but stood up. He could see her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she struggled to breathe. “Water, please."

She hadn't expected her mouth to be so dry. But it had been at least a few hours since she last drank. Her body was a bit hyperactive when it came to using up fluids during sex. She figured that her body must have been running on near empty now after her last bout of pleasure. She was dehydrated, and her body needed to fix it. Despite not looking at her boyfriend, she could tell he hadn't left his spot. She flicked her tail towards one of the walls.

“There's a sink over there," she said. He must have figured it out when she heard him moving away.

“Give me a minute," he responded. He prayed that this twisted place would have clean running water. It did have power running through it, and it looked cleaner than it had any right to be, but you could never tell with basements. The sink was more of a wash basin, a large box shape that went down pretty deep, and was quite wide too. It had three faucets, each with accompanying twist knobs for hot and cold water. He gave the middle one a turn, he hoped it was cool. When a white stream began pouring out into a clear pool at the bottom, he sighed. Looks good so far, he thought.

Lou leaned down and cupped his hands under the stream to let it fill. Holding it close, he was able to better study what was coming out. He couldn't spot any strange particulates, not that he had any expertise on the matter. He figured that if there was anything wrong, he'd at least see some sort of squiggly and squirming things. He smiled to himself. If he told Barbara what he was doing she'd laugh at him. She'd tell him he was being silly, that you'd only be able to see it with a microscope. She was probably right, but he still wanted to do what he could to check. He shrugged his shoulders and brought his hands up to take a small sip.

The water was cool as it touched his lips, and it tasted crisp and clean as it filtered onto his tongue. He swallowed and let the last of what he was holding spill into the basin. Well, if it is contaminated, we'll be infected together. Now that he was confident, the next order of business was getting it to her. He looked around the room, not seeing anything that could be used as a cup. He squatted down and looked underneath. The sink didn't have a cupboard underneath, instead it was completely exposed with a raised metal grate to hold things underneath. However, it was what was stacked that made him bite his lip.

Barbara controlled her breathing by the time she heard him coming back. She had her eyes closed, doing her best to rest after such a heavy orgasm. She could tell that Lou was nervous, though she couldn't imagine what for. It was her, after all, that was the one tied up and naked. She only opened her eyes when she heard him getting down on his knees by her head. What she hadn't expected to see was her distorted reflection glaring back at her. She was startled, and pulled away for a moment until she realized what he had.

“I'm sorry," Lou began as he held the metal dog bowl full of water towards her mouth. “I tried looking for something else but this is the only thing down here. If you don't mind waiting, I can get you something from the kitchen."

The equine morph was thirsty, but not dangerously so. She was sure she could stand to wait as her boyfriend scrambled up the stairs and raced to the house to fetch her a cup. But as her reflection stared back at her, distorted and wobbly, she realized something. She had no issue with drinking out of a bowl like an animal. In fact, she wanted to.

“No," she replied. She nodded her head down to the cushion in front of her. “Let me drink from it."

He gave her a concerned look, but he didn't argue. He followed her instruction and gingerly placed it before her, careful not to spill it. He had nearly filled it to the brim. She smiled at that. During her exams, he had stayed at her dorm and helped her with her daily chores so she could focus on her studies. He made sure she always had water, keeping her 5-gallon jugs and 2 liters bottles filled to the brim so she could stay hydrated. He even cycled them out for her when he saw them getting low. He claimed to not mind, saying that it was cheaper than a gym membership if he could lift 40 pounds a day at home.

She leaned down to touch her lips to the water. It was cold and refreshing compared to the regulated warmth of the dungeon. She had to use a combination of her lips and tongue to drink from the water, sucking it through her long muzzle and down her throat. It was degrading, having to drink like an animal. She felt less and less like she was a civilized person as she swallowed down more. She grew closer and closer to her natural, animal counterparts, like a true horse tied to fence post with no choice but to drink. She closed her eyes and imagined it, as if she bowed her head towards a trough filled with dirty rain water, taking in whatever source of hydration she could find. She shivered at the humiliation of being lowered to such an animal state. She drew her head up to gasp for air, having nearly drunk the water to the bowl's floor.

“Why is this so hot," she gasped. She dove back down, her lips peeled back as she slobbered over the remaining puddles of water in the bowl. She huffed when she had spit shined the bottom and swallowed the final drops and looked up at Lou. “More, please."

Lou wasn't sure how to respond. It was strange to see his girlfriend acting like this. It wasn't just that he had never expected her to have this side to her. He didn't, but it was more than that. The whole ordeal just felt grotesque in a way. That what he was doing was wrong. He took the bowl from in front of her and brought it back to the sink, refilling it to the brim as he tried to mull over his thoughts. He wanted to ask her to stop. I do, right? It wasn't good to treat the love of your life in such a way. To demean her by forcing her to drink like this. He placed the bowl back in front of her. She thanked him and began to drink again.

It was surreal for him to watch. She didn't pay attention, that first bowl had only awoken a thirst she didn't know she had. Water had never tasted so good. She felt like a little girl again when she and her brothers went out to a nearby creek that sprung from a natural spring in the mountain. She remembered leaning down to look at her reflection. Her distorted image was something she didn't understand. It was her, but in a way it wasn't. The crystal water had shown her much more than she could understand. When she leaned further to drink, she was shocked at how refreshing it was. And then her brother made fun of her for drinking like an animal.

Was it that moment, she thought to herself, pausing to breathe as she looked at the remaining water in the bowl. The double reflections looking back at her from the water's surface and the bottom of the polished metal bowl made her dizzy. She remembered when she stopped drinking and looked at herself. Was I an animal? Why shouldn't I be? It felt natural. It felt Good. She looked over to Lou but due to being crotch level with him, she found a fun surprise.

“Oh," she gasped. “Enjoying yourself, aren't you, Lou?"

He didn't understand her at first, he was looking down into her eyes, her gorgeous, large pools of blue. Her smile was gentle but teasing, something he didn't understand. She moved her gaze down lower, and he followed the line of her vision and felt his face begin to flush. He was erect. His bulge strained against this work slacks. He took a shocked step back feeling shame and embarrassment, but Barbara started to call for him.

“Don't go," she cooed. She brought her face closer, just barely out of reach. She couldn't touch him, but she could smell him. That arousal. That heat. She looked up at him again, lips curling in a flehmen response as she tried to coax him into the mood. “You can pull it out. It's okay. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Her voice was silk running through his ears. He was compelled to return to her, ginger steps bringing him closer and closer to her once more. It was nerve wracking to inch so close. He wasn't aware of when he got so hard or how he didn't notice it. Now he could feel every fiber of his briefs as they clutched his shaft to his thigh. How his legs moved against it, rubbing it back and forth. The mare didn't try to move out of his way, instead choosing to stand her ground as his bulge pressed against her face.

“Hello," she said. She smiled against the fabric and rubbed it with her lips and nose.

“I'm sorry…"

“Don't be," she said, trying her best to reassure him. She lifted up her head higher, stretching out her neck as she angled herself to his fly. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I do."

She maneuvered her tongue to flip back the fabric shielding his zipper. She parted her teeth just enough to nudge the metal tab up and bit down. With it grasped between her flat teeth, she began to slide it down, parting his fly open. He gulped as he watched her. She was never this adventurous in bed before. She was by no means bad, but she hadn't tried to coax him so sexily before. He clenched his fists, able to feel how sweaty his palms had gotten. She didn't pay any attention to that, too focused on her own task.

With the zipper down, his briefs were exposed, showing off the navy fabric tenting around his shaft as it was held down to the side. With her heightened sense of smell and close proximity, she could already tell how much he ached for her. It excited her, sending a thrill down her spine as she forced her snout into the gap. Lou was average for a professional guy, he didn't go above and beyond with his cleanliness, but he was always sure to keep himself clean. But his work could be hard, and she loved how his post work groin smelled.

She could still smell the soap he used down there, mixed with his natural musk. She breathed in deep, trying to steal as much of his scent for herself as she could. I'm like a junkie struggling for a high, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. She wanted to absorb as much of his smell as she could. It was comforting, warm, and so fucking hot. Her tail flagged, lips curled, and hips bucked. I need it!

Lou tensed up as he felt something wet in his pants. The feeling spread out from the base of his shaft, following along the natural line of his phallus. The wetness ended when he felt Barbara clamping down around his tip. He moaned as she playfully squeezed the cockhead with her teeth, adding her tongue into the mix as she rubbed the sensitive flesh through the fabric. She loved his squirming, his reluctance to give in to the pleasure was very cute. She went harder, letting more of her drool run down her tongue to mix soak into his underwear. She uselessly tried to bite at the inner flap of his groin, but the fabric was both too tight and her muzzle nowhere near dexterous enough.

The mare wanted more. She pulled her face from out of his pants.

“Let it out," she begged. “Please let me suck your cock."

Lou blushed, but he couldn't look away from her. He could see the desperation on her face, a depravity he wasn't used to. She almost looked like a different person. It was scary to the human. And so very arousing.

“Okay," he said, though it was barely a whisper. He pulled his hips away from the equine's face, giving himself room to replace the space with his hands. He curled his fingers into the flap and took hold of the pocket that held back his length. Lou reached his hand in deeper, having to bend over to reach, and searched around in his underwear. When he had a firm hold of his cock, he fished it out, grunting as he had to bend it.

Barbara let out a whinny of excitement as she dove forward at the newly exposed manhood. Her thick lips pressed against the hooded tip, peeling back the layer of flesh while her tongue rubbed against his slit. He tasted warm, surprisingly clean, and very, very aroused. It was made her tongue tingle as she lapped at him, licking as she grew closer and closer to him. Prior to this, the kinkiest thing she admitted to Lou was that she had a bit of an oral fixation. Due to their size difference, not all positions were possible. That was fine for her. She was at her happiest lying on her back with her human wrapped between her legs. But She always worried that Lou would find the lack of variety boring. She made up for that by sucking him off as much as he wanted.

It always felt dirty to her. Like something she was never supposed to do, even if they were married! She felt like it wasn't something a proper woman was ever meant to do, to demean themselves so much that they would fully service a man with no regards for herself, to be used like a toy or a urinal. But when she finally worked up the courage to ask him to let her try she knew she loved it. Maybe that was the first clue to my strange desires, she thought to herself. She felt thrilled every time he let her go down on him. Hearing his gasps and moans. How his body twitched against her touch. There was some sort of power to it, the control she held over his pleasure. But that wasn't the best part. No, it was the idea that she was made for his pleasure. The act of servicing.

She closed her eyes and moaned as she fed the head of his cock into her mouth. Even though she couldn't even reach her pussy and at best could only barely rub it against the velvet cushion, it still made her clamp up. She thanked whatever god watching over her for letting her have a sex that got off without any stimulation, she was truly blessed in some form or another. She twisted her head as far as her neck would let her go as she pleasured her boyfriend, her tongue coiling in tandem with her motions. Barbara didn't have any experience with fellatio until she met Lou. He was patient with her, but eventually she figured out just how to make his toes curl and his eyes roll back.

Her tongue flicked against his foreskin, partly playing with it and partly to completely unsheathe it so the sensitive knob would rub bare against her soft pallet. They groaned in unison as she pushed her snout deeper, though with her trapped on the bench she didn't have too much she could do. She got about half way on his modest length, and with extra stretching she was able to reach the base of his shift with her tongue. But she wanted more. She wanted to get all of it in her mouth. She paused and pulled back, looking up at him. He was too lost in his enjoyment to notice her, so she pulled off completely.

“Lou?"

He looked down at her, wondering what was wrong.

“Barbie? Why'd you stop?"

“You're a bit too far."

“Oh," he said. He scratched the back of his neck, unsure of where to look. “I'll get closer."

“That's good. Can you also fuck my face?"

Her brazen language left him stunned.

“You sure?"

“Yeah," she said as she looked up at him. Her smile would have been cute if she wasn't so messy with drool. Instead, it gave off a strange, erotic allure. “I think if you go really hard pounding my face, I'll cum."

He wasn't sure how he felt about this side of her. Her language was bizarre, having been so used to her being quiet and polite. He's heard her complain before, about teachers she couldn't stand, or how some product she had to use for a class was terrible. But she never used words like that. Even during sex, she would be much more flowery. She'd cling to his body and whimper his name, gasp little phrases of love. And now she's asking me to fuck her face. He must not have realized how long he had been lost in thought until she started to feel uncomfortable.

“Too far?" She looked away, ashamed. It wasn't the same kind of shame she felt as when he found her tied up. It was a different shame. One that felt closer to disappointing someone. She wondered if she did disappoint him. That how she was acting was just too much for Lou. She worried if this would hurt their relationship. “I'm sorry, we can stop. I didn't mean to make you uncomforta–"

Her words were cut off by Lou stepping forward and taking a firm grip of her face as she shoved his groin against her snout. His cock missed her mouth, instead riding up the top of her muzzle to trap her nose in the crook between his shaft and sack. His balls kissed her lips as they slapped into her chin. Her eyes grew wide as she looked up at him, his dick just barely in the corners of her vision as it throbbed in her blind spot. Lou's hand moved up the side of her face to wrap around her ear. He cradled it gently then squeezed tighter as he used it to pull her back. He realigned his hips and her face and thrust forward again, placing half his shaft between her lips. He looked down at her.

“The safe word is still in place," He said. His hands stroked her affectionately despite how he was treating her. Maybe it was because of how he was treating her. “If you can't say the safe word or I don't understand, just bite. I'll understand."

She nodded as far as his grip would allow. Her wide, flat teeth were close to her feral counterparts, so while it wouldn't cause any cuts it would could mash it down. She didn't plan on stopping him, though. She trusted him completely, and she wanted this more than him. When he was confident once more, he began to press his hips forward again. Thanks to their difference in size, it wasn't too bad for her. Horses were, after all, significantly bigger than humans. The same applied to morphs like herself. He hilted himself inside of her muzzle and her tongue wrapped around his average human length. He groaned as he rubbed her head affectionately, hunching his back as he stood at her mouth. He was fine to let her lead as he enjoyed the sensation of her flat, wet tongue sliding around him. Her mouth sucked in pulses, rhythmically stroking him as he was enveloped in her warmth.

“Oh, fuck," Lou moaned as one hand tightened around her ear. Barbara smiled as she bobbed her head up and down, timing it with her soft sucking. Had her wrists been free she would have cradled his balls and stroked his stomach. Instead, she adapted, letting her long and dexterous herbivore tongue reach past her lips and fished for his balls. Lou threw his head back as he held onto her “Barbie, oh my god."

An immense sense of satisfaction rushed over her as she heard his praise, encouraging her to do more. It took more focus than she expected, bobbing her head separately from moving her tongue around his balls, but she was more than capable. She let her eyes close, not wanting to be distracted by watching Lou's reactions as she redoubled her efforts. Her tongue licked all over his sack and groin, spreading her spittle around his crotch as she drooled down her chin. Noisy, wet sounds came from her lips as she serviced her man. She tried and failed to control the amount of saliva she had, not wanting to drool as much as she was, but it was a moot point. Eventually, she decided it wasn't worth it, and sucked him off with abandon, going faster now as she could feel his thick head throbbing in her mouth.

She moaned around his length, the sensory experience of her passionate blowjob felt almost as good as the restraints on her body. The salty flavor of his sweat and natural oils on his skin covered the tip of her tongue, while the back taste buds in her mouth received the musky flavors of pre as she coaxed more and more out of him. Her hips gyrated in a useless attempt to stimulate her puffy sex; clit extended out of her vulva as she heavily winked. The mare was content to continue to Lou's completion, however her flow of concentration broke when she felt the human's hands, so much softer than her own, moved to the bottom of her head. He gripped her hard, fingers curled along the curves of her chin. She paused her movement and opened her eyes to look at him, but he wasn't doing the same. His eyes were screwed shut and he gritted his teeth.

“Don't fucking stop," he said, voice strained as she drew his hips back. With how he was holding her, she hadn't had much room to move away. She didn't dare to move, though. The commanding tone in his voice sent a shiver from her ears all the way to her quaking quim. She wanted to vocalize her approval but was interrupted as he shoved forward, slamming his hips into her snout. She made an audible glurk noise as her spit and tongue were displaced by the rod pumping into her mouth. It took effort not to let any drool sputter out of her mouth as he thrusted, hips pulling back just as quickly as he entered her. Much like how she felt herself reverting to an animal by her lusts, Lou seemed to be entering a primal state as he snarled and grunted above her. “I'm going to cum down your throat!"

His intense onslaught on her muzzle came hard and fast. He may not have been looking at her, but she was watching him. His face, so scrunched in rabid desire, filled her with some strange sense of pride. I did this to him, she thought to herself as he slammed into her face again. It was slightly painful, his hips thrashed back and forth into her nose which filled her head with a sense of pain, but she ignored it. It didn't feel too bad, not enough for her to try and stop him. In fact, it was just enough to know it was there without being overwhelmed by it. That made it easy to get mixed in with all the other emotions and sensations she was feeling as she was used as a tool for his pleasure. She loved it, even as the speed of his face fucking made it impossible to keep her saliva in check. Sloppy, wet noises escaped her mouth as he pounded into her while her drool splattered to the floor.

Lou cursed as he kept fucking her. He could feel his orgasm getting close. Barbara could tell too, as he had hunched progressively lower and lower until he was practically resting on her head and neck. His hips stayed closer to her lips. Instead of pulling back till only the head remained, he focused on humping in and out from the base to near the halfway mark. Like an animal, his hips blurred as he powered towards the finish line. He couldn't hear any of the wet noises she was making. She almost felt like she was being ignored, and that made her enjoy it even more. In the moments of his climax, she stopped being a person to him. Stopped being his loving girlfriend that he had spent so many years with. As he mashed his crotch into her sore and bruised nose, cock buried as deep as it could go in her long mouth, she was just a toy, a receptacle for his pent-up lust and frustration. As the cock throbbed and pulsed, swelling with his seed as it shot across her tongue, palette, and throat, she was a thing for him to dump his seed.

She felt his hands tighten around the bottom of her head as he held onto her tight, and she realized something. If he choked me right now, I'd cum, she thought to herself. The idea made her pussy tingle, a phantom pleasure that tried to wring out some extra bit of pleasure though unable to drive her over the edge. She blinked away a wet drop that hit her eye. Lou had worked up a sweat in the warm dungeon. His trimmed bush pressed firmly to her lips; he was no longer thrusting. He just held her, hunched over above her, breathing heavily, the only thing that he moved was involuntary as his balls lurched up into her chin. She smiled as she felt the first load bearing pulse fire off into her mouth. The back of her tongue could taste the musky, salty flavor of his cum as he ejaculated. The thick streaks coated her taste buds, some shots even going far enough to hit the back of her throat.

Most of it was contained in her muzzle. She let it saturate the inside of her mouth, reveling in the joy of getting her lover off. She didn't normally feel so triumphant after a blowjob. But Lou didn't normally assault her so animalistically either. I hope this will be the first of many, she thought to herself as she swallowed around his turgid shaft. He pumped out a large, healthy deluge of semen into her mouth. It wasn't the largest load she had ever gotten out of him, that would have required a lot more edging, but it was easily up there. Is it normal to keep track? She decided not to wonder too hard about that, going back to enjoying his climax. Her tongue snaked out from her lips, careful not to lose any of the reward she earned and cradled his balls once more with the long and wet appendage.

This in turn allowed for the last of his strong spurts to hit the back of her throat, which she consumed easily. He moaned above her, panting as he rested on top of her. The species difference made it so that it wasn't uncomfortable for her, so she didn't mind as she continued to coax whatever was left in him. She was surprised when his cock stopped firing off and was still hard. Usually, he would go soft after he orgasmed, and they would idly play till he got hard again. That was one of the many things that set the human apart from an equine morph lover, at least from her research. Humans tended to have much shorter refractory periods with the added bonus of being able to last far longer than an equine morph. Sure, Lou lacked the length that she had seen her brothers had when they were younger, but he still made her feel like a woman every time in bed. And like an object, tonight, she concluded.

He pulled his groin away from her, much to her dismay. His cock, once removed, glistened with her spit shining, still standing straight as if it desperately wanted to return to her. She wanted it to return to her too. She could still taste him and could feel the imprint he left in her maw.

“God, Barbie," he gasped as he looked down at her. His hands still cradled her face. It was almost romantic, had her face not been covered with her spit and tied to a bench. But the trust makes it beautiful! She beamed at the way he looked at her, so satisfied. He got down on his knees and kissed the bridge of her nose, eyes closed. “I love you."

She was about to return his affection when they both turned at the sound of plastic hitting the concrete floor. The pair of lovers' heads snapped to the entrance of the dungeon where Ms. Grace stood, having placed her bucket down. The two were stunned, Lou only recovering enough to realize his dick was out, which he quickly fumbled to put back in his pants. Barbara just stared, a whirlwind of questions running through her mind. She almost didn't notice Lou taking off his shirt as he draped it over her, trying to protect at least some of her modesty. Her tail flicked and ears stood on end. Lou did his best to try and keep the mare out of view.

“Ms. Grace," Lou said. His voice was strained with panic. “I'm sorry, we didn't-"

She interrupted him with a wave.

“It's fine dear, nothing I haven't seen before," she said.

“What?" Lou's voice cracked into a squeak.

“Mhmm," the older woman responded. “I've cleaned up after your father's messes for years. I'm prepared to do the same for you too."

Lou looked down at Barbara with wide eyes, her face was just as shocked. They both looked back to the maid.

“My father's what?"