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Hogtied under the hot sun, jostled and bounced like a piece of luggage on the horseback of her new owner, the girl desperately tried to get herself off, closing her eyes to ignore the glances of the passersby. Her hands, jammed tight between her sweat-slicked haunches, worked at the soft, glistening folds of her pussy - still slack and aching from weapon-like dragoncock, still leaking the stinging precum of the scaled slave-owner who'd displayed her in his lap for four hours, impaled on him, leaking with him, and doing her best to get free of him by getting sold. Well, sold she was, now the property of the mysterious, sultry, dual-gendered horsetaur whose eye she had caught, and who had had her hoisted across her back like a sack of grain, looking over her shoulder to set the girl the first test of her employment: cum before they reached the the taur's home. How far that was, she didn't know, but she didn't intend to make a bad impression by getting there before meeting the challenge. After all, the taur - Equustra was how the slavemaster had called her - was rich. If she did well, it could only increase the chances she would be released, or at least kept nicely in some harem.

She closed her eyes, and blocked out as much of the outside world as she could - a skill learnt by most who passed through the slavehouses. Ignoring the gaze of the crowd, the easy, striding rhythm of her mastress's back rolling beneath her, the sting and ache of her loins and the rest of her, the burn of the desert mountain sun on her back... instead focusing all her attention on her hands, and the tired, tingling nerves of her loins, working and rolling her fingers across soft, lightly-furred flesh and slick, tender inner folds, settling and deepening her breathing as best she could, and feeling the glowing thrum of orgasm start to rise beneath the surface of her awareness. To the passersby on the street, the view was of a rich-looking equustra-taur clopping gracefully along, as a bound and panting goat girl upon her back slopped and curled her fingers over her soaked and glistening pussy, until her ropes creaked with the tensing of her muscles and a lewd splash of clear liquids trickled down her thighs, a heavy, but muffled groan escaping her gag to echo down the street. Equustra smiled, and turned down the opulent upper street towards hir home.

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She'd won her first challenge - or rather, the goat dutifully corrected herself, completed her first order. Still, she knew enough about slaves in this city to stay wary and careful as she was brought through the lobbies and corridors of the taur's home, rather a lavish and spacious one by the standards of Al-Hambra. The city, set in the mountains of the Old Desert like a scabrous jewel in a clasp, was mostly built dense, saving space by squeezing dwellings together and over each other; this house covered the distorted equivalent of a city block, with ceilings high and doorways wide. Opulent as it was, she knew that slaves could be found in the most wretched of circumstances even in the richest of settings, so who knew what dungeon might still await her? After all, she still knew precious little of the taur who carried her steadily past the grander of the rooms to the more lived-in quarters on the sunny side of the house, stopping occasionally to throw the odd phrase of day-to-day instruction to servants and her lapine butler, but never so much as looking back at her.

She was relieved when the journey into the house yielded no ominous-looking barred doorways or worrying trophies, noticing a few servants with barrier collars but little in the way of traditional slave-keeping equipment. She found herself being deftly slouched off the taur's back onto a pile of cushions, a silent and anonymous slave-mouse darting in to undo the ropes from her and just as silently leave. The taur stretched, not demanding her attention, and the goat-girl took the moment to quickly glance around. It looked like a bower, curtained and dim, the bright sunlight filtered through layers of silk and cotton curtains in irregular hangings, coloured in night-time shades of blue and purple; skylights glowed through drapes, and sequins, tassels and tiny mirrors gleamed and glittered. Half the floor was covered with the cushions she was lying on; half was tiled, the glazed ceramic warm and smooth to touch. She pondered introducing herself somehow, trying to concoct the best salutations.

Before she could, Equustra turned and looked at her... and it was peculiar, the way it captivated her. She couldn't even think to bow her head or kneel - but the taur's gaze held her, motionless, no hypnosis or charm she could detect behind it.... but she may has well have been bound in a stock, for all she could move. Even as the taur approached, she didn't - nor as Equustra knelt herself, and settled comfortably down into the cushions with her. Graceful arms reached out and took her, held against the four-legged equine's taur-chest and anthro stomach, as she crooned to her.

"Such a pretty girl, you are. Just so lovely, I don't know... I'll always love your kind," she said, her voice like honey, smooth and supple, friendly without giving any doubt as to her authority. "And fitted for a dragon's cock as well! My, my... I guess that took some getting used to, hmm?"

Equustra's voice was amicable, light and genuine, but somehow the girl couldn't tie it to the presence she sensed behind those eyes, horizontal tadpole slits of pupils seeming to harbor a deeper, hungrier soul than the friendly voice that chatted so comfortably to her.

"Mmf! Well, girl, you passed your first exam with flying colours," the taur continued. "But there's no induction here - you're mine to enjoy now, and believe me, I'm going to! You look just delicious," she said lightly, pinching the girl's cheek. "And you'll certainly be putting that capacity of yours to good use. Alright? Great!" The taur reached down to slap the goat girl's rump, pulling back to stand, revealing quite a girth of sloppy, swinging, half-extended equine cock beneath her belly, making the girl's eyes go wide despite herself. Wow... was all that she had time to think. All that training, grueling as it was, had at least ended her up somewhere nice, it seemed, even if she wasn't sure at all about her owner - at least a sadist would have been predictable. But leaving that aside, it seemed that she'd be paying the price of that advantage with her body for a while, at least until she got used to... that.

Equustra had other plans on her mind though, apparently. She clicked her fingers, and within a moment yet another collared servant trotted in, followed by a clopping, bleating desert goat - a true one, not a half-form like herself, barely reaching to the height of the equustra-taur's underbelly. As the fox-boy took off the confused, but well-fed animal's collar his master walked towards the girl, smiling down as she knelt her fore-half down, legs curling comfortably underneath her on the cushions, while her rear-quarters stayed standing on the tiles, tail flicking - that was the direction indicated when Equustra tossed her head to the side, smiling her instruction to get back there to the goat-girl.

"Take a look, girl - I know all Trilek's slaves have worked with equine clients before. Lick and suck and get me ready, hmm?"

She almost felt like a character in a dirty joke, looking in nervous bafflement at the goat as it was left to look around and bleat beside the taur - but hearing her mistress's instruction she gulped and finally slipped into the role of slave, all her training teaching her better than to go against the flow of the situation, to greet an order with anything less than full acceptance. The request, at least, was simple enough, and she ducked under the raising tail to brush the strands over her shoulder, quickly homing her muzzle in on the fat black U-shape of the equine's sex; wet, lewd sounds emerged, as she lipped and tongued and sucked and pushed at that softening flesh, following the trail of slightly-bitter musk to open up the equine's inner gates and get her winking, tickling and teasing deftly. This, she knew how to do. It's what came next that made her pause, if only for a moment.

"Ohh, crrrrrrr.... jah, that's nice, you little minx... you really know your way around a horse's snatch, hmm?" she enquired, which made the goat girl blush despite herself, flicking back her ears. Before she could extricate her tongue and answer, Equustra tossed her head. "Bring the little one-.. mnf! Bring her over to you, hmm? Let her get a smell, a look, a taste..."

She blinked, but before she could think the dangerous thoughts of shock, or even worse, refusal, her more sensible instincts had her reaching out to guide the bleating goat in near, around to stand in consternation behind the equine hindquarters stood up before it, with tail raised up to show the darker, smoother swathe of skin that ran down between the horsetaur's haunches, over the dark O-ring of her anus and the now wetly swollen folds of her sex. The goat's weak, unsure struggles continued a little as the girl, gritting herself, took a gentle but firm hold of its head and raised its lips to those black labia, not relenting as the equine's juices splashed across the goat's smooth nose-skin, nor as she pressed those wettened lips up to the horse's sex.

Equustra sighed at length, her hindleg stamping just a little as the goat was pushed protesting up against her, resisting the urge to hunch or push against it. "Good," she crooned back, "Good, that's nice... now push her deeper, make her get a more intimate taste and feel..."

The girl could only guess where this was going, concentrating on fulfilling this bizarre taur's orders... huffing out a breath, and slipping one arm underneath the poor goat's chest, to slightly lift it as her other gripped its hair... then blinked her eyes wide as she watched its pale-skinned puzzle slip between those hungry lips, which buckled in at first but then pushed forward and out, stretching and gripping at the goat's muzzle lithely, wetly, noisily. She really was protesting now, the little goat, plaintive and repeated bleats emerging from Equustra's loins, hooves scrabbling on the floor with skittish worry as she tried to suck a breath or two between the corners of her lips. Her eyes were wide, her vision taken up by the panoramic view of the taur's rump... and then, quite suddenly, by reddish blackness, fleshy, thumping noises blocking off her senses.

The girl couldn't stop herself from gasping, having only braced her arm around the poor goat's middle - to find Equustra bucking back, letting out a throaty grunt as with a hearty, slurping pull, her backwards-thrusting haunches pushed the channel of her depths around the creature's neck. The struggles mostly stopped, the girl feeling the goat tense up in panic, freezing as its senses were cut off... so nothing obscured the frantic, breathy gasps the taur let out, her back and haunches straining hard and locking as her loins contracted visibly, gripping and squeezing tight around the goat's embedded head.

"Oh, gods! Oh gods, oh goodness me," Equustra moaned, a timely splash of musky fluids splashing over her slave's shoulder. "Keeping pushing, girl, and don't you dare to stop... don't stop, don't stop, keeping pushing, feeding her to me," she called out, softly, needily, her hindfeet stepping out to spread a little wider, bracing for her treat. The girl could only gulp, and let the predilections of her gasping owner sink into her brain - was this the kind of thing she did for kicks? The weirdness she could handle, in itself, but the lack of care she showed for the poor goat's welfare... well it worried her, to say the least. But one thing that she learned since coming to the slave-house was that nothing she could do could change her fate, or even make adjustments to it, save the simple choice: obedience, or punishment, and the latter route was always a mistake, and never worth it. She closed her eyes a moment so that she could take a breath, then stabilized herself and got on with her job.

She tried not to imagine what the goat experienced throughout this process... but she couldn't help it. She could see the poor thing's neck get pushed and slid through dripping, stretched-out cunt-lips, its plaintive bleats becoming quieter and weaker, only the odd twitch betraying any sign to get away. The horsetaur's voice devolved to moans and gasps, the barrel of her body rising out a little as the goat was fed to her - its legs pushed back against its underside, tail flicking as the girl behind it shoved and pushed and eased it in. Before long it grew easier, the goat's short hide all doused and slickened with Equustra's slimy juices, making it a smooth, if wet and messy journey through the horsetaur's quaking entrance to the gripping, curving depths within, gods-only-knew what weird anatomy was waiting to accept the struggling captive, hold it tight and safe and warm... and doomed.

Having said that, it was getting harder for the girl to keep her grip as well, fewer handholds and a coat of slippery slime reducing how much of a push she could exert. It was just the poor goat's hind-parts hanging forlornly from the horse-taur's loins by now, hindfeet weakly kicking, tail a-flicker... but at this point, Equustra summoned up the breath to toss another order to the girl. "Lick her... lick and push her in, girl, keep her nice and calm for me... don't take your muzzle from her loins until I tell you!" gasped the horsetaur. The girl grimaced, but didn't pause - at least the goat was clean. She pressed her lips between its legs and started with her tongue, while raising up her hands to push upon its rump - no sense in making its ordeal go on for longer than it needed to. The goat tensed up and jerked a time or two as she applied her mouth, but there was little it could do at this point, even despite the shock.

The girl just pushed and shoved as carefully as possible, not wanting anything to damage anything within her equine mistress - although the taur herself seemed not to think of any risk, taking in the goat as fast as brought her pleasure. The girl became lost in a stretched out moment of sensation, her eyes closing, tongue becoming overwhelmed with musky female taste, her ears flicking at the soft wet squelches of this quiet, forbidden act. She barely even noticed as the horsetaur's sex embraced and kissed her muzzle, gripping softly, wetly, gladly...until Equustra tilted herself forward, and upwards, gasping as the goat's bulk disappeared into her depths, denying herself the indulgence of taking the girl too as a follow-up.

She looked up from the floor towards Equustra, sopping and exhausted, shocked into acceptance; all she'd seen was making her feel like a minor player in a private show far too esoteric and above her level to even begin to understand, much less change the outcome in even the smallest way. Equustra rose up to hir feet, and turned, erection slapping up against hir somewhat-swollen belly as shi smiled down at hir charge.

"I think you'll fit in just fine," she smiled. "Now, let's see if I do." The smile turned into a grin, almost playful, as shi pranced foalishly around the gasping, shell-shocked goat-girl, showing off the jumping, swinging length of horsecock, then slid into a sidestep taking her towards the girl, settling hirself into a calmer, more masterly demeanour. "Over on the cushions, on your back, if you'd be so kind, pumpkin." Looming over her toy the horsetaur idly stretched, subtly watching the girl realise she still had the power of movement, though shivering some, jaws un-parting and eyes a little glazed, slowly looking towards the pile of cushions and turning over to crawl towards them... only to be grabbed around the waist by a swooping, okapi-striped arm, croaking awkwardly in surprise as her hindquarters were tilted up, and a firm, sharp-cracking hand thwacked onto her raised buttock, making her cry out sharply.

"Now, did I buy a goat, or a slug?" laughed her Mastress from above, dropping her. "I haven't paid all this money to have to wait around for my pleasure! Get along, please." The goat found her feet, trying to keep her movements grateful and deferential as she scampered over to the cushions as instructed, flipping herself over to lay back, belly heaving with shock, exertion, and the smarting of her rump.

Her owner's shadow cast over her, the looming taur silhouetted by the soft, guttering lights of the boudoir, backed by the shifting, shimmering haze of the hanging silks. The girl stared wide-eyed over her form, the peculiar grace of this strong and massive animal whose tastes were so brazen and obscene, the pretty playing of the light over her markings, the swaying swell of hir now occupied gut, and the bucking, pre-slick bulk of hir flared cock bouncing and slapping beneath it. Equuestra smiled down over hir slave, arms-crossed beneath hir perky, black-peaked breasts.

"There! Mmmh, that's definitely better..." shi cooed, amused, taking a step forward. "You'll find a little something off to your left that might help you. Better be quick, though!" shi continued, taking another step, hir forehooves now approaching the edge of the cushions the goat-girl was laid on. She threw her gaze sideways, scrabbling hurriedly under the cushions, only to find a long, elegant stoppered flask of an extremely slippery, tasteless oil. By the time she'd ascertained what it was, the horsetaur was stepping up past her knees, forehooves on either side, smirking down in amusement as the goat, glancing nervously between hir face and the great, swaying girth of hir cock, threw aside the stopper and raised her feet, resting them on the underside of Equuestra's chest. The taur paused, but smiled, and nodded. Shi stepped forward once more, pressing the girl's feet backwards, up, over her chest - making the fat-lipped, dark-folded mound of her cunny stand up obviously between her exposed haunches. They splashed and flooded with oil as she up-ended nearly half the bottle between her legs, washing most of the rest over her hands.

Equuestra allowed a soft, appreciative rumble to sound from hir throat as shi found everything lining up nicely - the final step forward bringing her swinging dick slapping up into place between the curves of the goat girl's ass, the broad, copiously-leaking flare riding wetly over the waiting folds ahead. "Looks like you know what you're doing down there," she cooed, as she felt lubricated fingers grasping around hir girth, pressing hir into place and making hir slippery with oil. "I wonder what the stables were like at the training house.."

With that shi straightened hir back, and settled hir taursection, powerful, packed muscles beneath the glossy hide arranging hir cock along the line of the girl's passage, and bringing just the smallest fraction of hir frame's strength to bear in easing herself forward. Messily-applied lubricant and pearly precum welled up from stretching labia, heated flesh slowly relaxing and distending to allow the starkly massive bulk of that pulsing flare to surge slowly, but surely inside the girl. She panted quickly and loudly now, one hand gripping into the cushions almost hard enough to tear them, thighs and belly and back and inner muscles firmly and consciously slackened, pushed down and forwards, diaphragm low, haunches spread and passage open to that waiting payload of horsecock - but shoulders, neck and jaws tensed and quivering with the effort of opening herself for her new owner, staring up at the four-square bulk of the taur's trunk above her, and the great, slick, arching spire of matingflesh arching down to her crotch, slowly pushing it open and driving inside.

It took a few false starts - Equuestra tentatively tensing hir flanks, ratcheting up the pressure, only to find the girl wincing and grunting and making to move back, and generously allowing her some patience as her inner muscles slowly blossomed and relaxed towards their limits. But after a few tense, quivering, sweaty, breathy minutes, they both gasped out throatily together as the girl's body aligned, and relaxed, and let that throbbing horsecock descend, the lubricant taking hold and making every inch feel smooth, liquid, and tingling with pleasure, despite the arm-thick girth now sliding steadily in between her raised thighs.

Equuestra let out a soft, pleasured, appreciative nicker as she found the smallest of steps easily feeding in another few inches, hir crown delving deeply into the tight, pulsing depths of the girl's sex, the goat watching wide-eyed as the shaft stretching down to her loins disappeared hand over hand, filling her with the stiff, jutting presence of her owner. It was true, she'd been mounted this way by horses before, all part of the training that turned her from mountain girl to slave - but while they were wilder at rutting, they'd always been harnessed in place to avoid damaging valuable goods. Here, now, beneath the whicker-rumbling horsetaur whose belly swung with the weight of the recently-devoured goat, she could only trust in her owner's whims for any measure of safety. And given recent events, she didn't feel those were something she could predict...

Nevertheless, despite the sheer audacity of the act being done to her, it wasn't anything she couldn't - with the full use of her training to force her body to endure it - just about handle. Indeed, the very core of that training had been to tend and nurture and expand every little buried hint of lust and desire for even the most egregious things asked of her. And now, with the taur groaning in pleasure, and starting to ever-so-gently shunt hir hips forward, and back, forward, and back, she couldn't deny the almost drowning flood of pleasure and the disbelieving amazement at the sensations running through her in being taken like this. Not just the raw physical stimulation of being rammed with the great weight of Equuestra's cock, or the slippery, squishing, trickling, bubbling, fluidity of every shift and slide that her owner's smallest movements produced... but also a dawning, glowing, fascinated admiration.. no, adoration of the creature claiming her. Slaveowner shi might be, devourer of goats and hoarder of idle wealth, but... well, shi was beautiful. Great, strong, sleek, prettily-marked, handsome, confident - hir dual frame putting her in a higher range of strength, speed, and apparently lust. Not to mention, the well-cultivated, and not a little innate lust for the sheer, enthralling size of her owner's endowments..

All in all, it wasn't long - well, not objectively - before the girl was moving with desire, with clenching lust and surging, back-arching pleasure, to match the horsetaur's: understated but burning strongly, making them reel and groan and gasp with enjoyment. Equuestra's flanks, shoulders and back glistened with a sheen of sweat, hir thick-packed muscles taut and corded in keeping her motions regular and even, knowing a misstep could mean one more slave written off the books - and taking far more pleasure in making this an introduction, an initation, a test and a message about hir, and the girl's, positions. Something that resonated with the promise of repeat encounters, of which this simple fucking would be by far the most basic. Something (*thrust*) that would forever be (*squish*) ingrained into her consciousness and her subconscious (*groan*) as the pure, core, base standard for their interactions (*schlrp*), and drive the girl, hir newest slave, toy and chattel (*shove*) to ever-greater heights of service (*rutt*), perversion (*grind*), and eventual (*thrust*), total (*THRUST*) claiming (*THRUST THRUST SHOVE*).

The girl was already quivering like a taut wire as the taur's driving pushes forward above her became fast, loose and indulgent, banking on her resilience and endurance to accomodate hir desires - her capacity for dissent or refusal washing away in the face of the flooding, pounding inevitability of this creature owning her. Overwhelmed by the spine-jacking, full-body shock and awe of being horsefucked, and the ineluctable finality of her ownership, she became a gasping, lust-crying receiver for her owner's lust, arching and grinding back against the unthinkable size of the taur's thrusting cock, until with a final flurry of blows she found herself impaled deeply, bug-eyed and slack-jawed and tight of breath - having to swivel her gaze downwards to disbelievingly note that she was still intact, albeit with a massive horsetaur maleness shoved in her just past the medial ring - the flare jammed up tight against her cervix, diaphragm squeezed and thighs shivering with tension.

All but the very smallest, last fraction of her breath was squeezed out of her as that massive flare surged with stiffness, the feeling of inflation and stretching inside her making her fit only to lie stiff-backed and panting in tiny breaths, not even able to lift a hand to paw at her owner's underside, eyes staring. And then, she bucked, jerked and writhed in place, as a blast of semen hit her like a battering ram, jaws chattering disbelievingly at the heavy, sloshing filling of her womb with heavy equine semen, near-instantly filling back down her stretched passage to sloosh with an obscenely incongruent splashing sound over her thighs. Again and again Equuestra's climax hit her like a jackhammer, the flooding overflow pooling out around her rump, trickling past the taur's silver-shoed hooves - her owner grunting and whinnying noisily and wildly through hir climax until hir flanks stilled, hir sides heaving with exertion, hir cock sitting softer but thick and slippery inside hir slave, heavy as clay. It showed no sign of moving, the horsetaur grinning happily through the warm, pacific surge of hir afterglow - both the physical pleasure of the act, and finding all the feelings of the real-world flooding back to hir pleasing and comfortable, any sense of worries or guilt a thing of the distant past for hir.

The girl's concerns were far more on the future and what it might hold for her, what secrets, intentions and desires would be held by this great, panting, sated creature - only to be brought sharply back into the present as she saw the limbs surround her shifting and tensing, lowering that great, goat-swollen trunk down. Too exhausted and electrified to get out more than a squeak of protest, she found herself pressed firmly down into the cushions, surrounded by the smooth, firm, soft-hided curve of her owner's stomach. With hir legs drawn up loosely beneath hir, the taur slowly opened hir eyes and peeked down, taking a moment to relish the way hir increasingly flexible cock compressed and thickened inside hir slave.

"Understand?" Equuestra asked simply, playfully, grinning and flicking hir tail. "You're mine. I mean, I hope that was obvious from the way I brought you and took you to my home in chains.." shi chuckled softly, slowly rolling hir hips around over the girl's hips, semen sloshing messily from between her legs where splayed pussylips met fat, distended horsecock. "But now I think you really... get it. You're mine. My property, my possession, my chattel, my toy. Just like the other goat.. the one you met earlier." Pressed this close, and reminded so pointedly, it didn't take the girl much listening to make out, as the taur shifted above her, the distinct, kittering bleat of the goat as she rolled and squirmed ever more weakly among the unconquerably tough, slippery curves of muscle pressed around on all sides, the darkness and the closeness claiming her last, panting, panicked breaths. But that little window into that cramped, final experience closed, as the taur lifted hirself off hir slave, slithering wetly free in one long, dragging motion, grunting in satisfaction as more slaves scurried towards hir with towels and warm water. The goat girl looked up at hir, breathless, half-crushed and slathered liberally in her owner's cum, and with precum and oil and sweat, her pale coat glistening subtly with the markings of her ownership.

"Do you know, I don't think I've heard one word out of you since I bought you," the taur observes thoughtfully, as attendants start towelling down hir flanks, sides, loins, hands... "Well, it makes a refreshing change at least! But I think I'll take your name now, my slave," she says in a voice suddenly smooth, congenial and public.

The girl blinked, biting her lip slowly. Then she said: "Bilal... my Mastress," and her owner nodded and smiled. "Bilal? That's... kind of funny. But it's cute! You can keep it. Of course, from now on, I don't think there'll be anyone who calls you anything but 'slave', but.. at least you'll have it for yourself," shi smiled. With that shi turned and walked away to tend to business, conversing with hir suddenly-appearing butler; Bilal wouldn't see Equuestra again until after a dazed, perfumed rush of bathing, induction and instruction, now fully a part of her owner's household.