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Horse Training

The cool night breeze ruffled through the stark white Calico's fur as she sat sidesaddle on the broom beneath her. It hummed with magic as it zoomed toward home. Her front paw barely had to guide the broom stick which knew the way. Dark forest passed under her feet as her black dress gently fluttered in the wind.

A thin piece of clothing composed of black leather and lace, it clung to her curvy body like a second skin. The middle was made tight, like a corset, pressing her generous bust upward. The cat was always delighted at the hungry glances of the males she encountered and the scathing looks from her fellow females. As a witch though she had little to fear from there jealous gaze, and she kept all the male company she would ever need at her home.

Her broom dipped lower as she saw the lights of her small cottage come into view. A cheery little cabin set atop a hill with a vast darkened garden out back. She could see the light of the fire from inside peeking out through the windows as the broom hovered a just in front of her door. She gingerly stepped down, her foot paws gracing the earth as she shooed the broom away. It flew around back to sit by the door until someone called on it to sweep out the house or travel.

As she moved toward the door and it opened for her, welcoming her home as he gaze traveled inside. She smiled as she saw that everything was as she expected. There by the fire was an oak table with a single chair. In front of it was a place setting for one atop a crisp white table cloth. The fire was just the right size filling her home with warmth and its dim light.

Its flames reflected off the polished silverware and the crystal of the glasses, all laid out in their proper places. On the table sat several dishes from which mouthwatering aromas seemed to seep. The feline's small black nose twitched as she smelled what could only be roast duck, her favorite.

Most surprising of all was the tall almost naked male horse which stood beside the table like a statue. His fur was a very soft looking light gray color which contrasted with the shiny leather harness that stretched over his muscled chest, and the silver studs through each nipple. Almost half a foot taller that the cat, he stood at about six feet even. Just a little on the small size for his breed. He was smaller boned, having more narrow shoulders and waist than the average equine. However he was quite well formed with a toned muscle structure and not an ounce of fat.

The witch knew for a fact just how fastidiously he kept himself up, and could personally attest to his rather boundless stamina. Between her magic and his own efforts she doubted there was any other male quite like him in all the lands. And as one's eyes dipped south of his belt line they might be more inclined to agree with her. Downstairs he was built like the very largest of his kind, and kept perpetually erect and kept that way by a paper thin leather cock sheath. The black molded sheath covered every inch of his maleness and forced it in a sharp downward curve till it rested against his thigh alongside his knee.

It was a rather devious toy that the witch had conjured up for her pet to keep them both entertained. The device was almost live, constantly squeezing and shifting slightly throughout the day, never letting the horse forget it was there and feeding of the steady drip of sexual fluids that poured from his tip. She could see it now straining to hold in the prodigious girth of a cock that looked almost two large for his body. As she stared the feline noted that the vein riddled tool looked even thicker than normal.

She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she had kept him on a rather short leash lately and couldn't seem to remember the last time she had let him cum. This was an issue for the horse since she had also blessed him with a number of rather powerful fertility spells which the witch theorized had something to do with the ever increasing size and his coconut shaped balls. They hung there plump and ripe looking feeding her pet with enough hormones to drive any sane male crazy.

"Mistress Dalia," he said softly as he pulled out her chair and she sat. His warm body moved behind hers as he gently pushed her chair closer to the table. She barely had her napkin in her lap before he was opening a covered dish and the smell of rosemary roasted duck grew stronger. A long meat fork and sharp knife appeared in his paws as he fileted the breast and placed half of it on her plate. Roasted red potatoes along with blanched haricot verts followed as the cat began to eat.

The duck was moist, the potatoes savory, and the green beans delicious as Dalia slowly enjoyed herself. When finished she put down her silverware and her plate vanished like magic. The rest of soon followed as the smell of coffee hit her nose. She lifted her hand as a steaming cup of coffee was pressed into it. As she looked into its chocolate colored depths before taking a sip tasting just the right about of cream and a pinch of fresh cinnamon. She purred with delight as the horse busied himself and by the time she reached the bottom of the cup he was standing alongside her again, paws neatly behind his back.

"The bath has been poured," he said his eyes meeting her own before they flicked down again. She smiled as her own eyes slowly ran from his hooves to his ear tips. She took in all the lean hardness of his body as she admired the chiseled sculpture of his chest and legs. Her paws twitched as the urge to touch him grew. She restrained herself as she heard the smallest of sighs come from his lips.

Her own wants paled in comparison to his own as his rich musk grew stronger. He was not allowed to touch her without permission despite his near constant desire to do so. Dalia had trained and polished her pet till every part of him was obedient, but even he couldn't fully control his sent as it began to fill the room. Her eyes flicked down and again noted the strained look of his cock sheath. Perhaps tonight...

She stood slowly and walked to the bathroom where a large copper bathtub sat. It had water almost up the brim as she turned and motioned. The stud's nimble fingers went to the back of her dress as and soon it was sliding down her body. His gentle touch moved toward the thin pair of black panties she wore as the cat frowned and drew stiff. His first mistake of the night.

The horse turned and took a step back. His paws clutched at each other just above his groin as he stood still. His blue eyes held just a bit of fear in them as they stared at the floor, his chin on his chest. Dalia turned and gave him a look. She slowly slid off her panties and held them by a finger as her glare seemed to cut through the hose.

"Kneel," she said as the horse went to his knees, his head slightly bent. The cat's paws moved to either side of the horse's muzzle as she placed the seat of her still warm panties over his nose. She could feel his body trembling as she stretched the leg straps around each ear. He couldn't breathe without taking a deep breath through the pair of panties that had clothed her sex all day. She watched as he took the first deep breath and his eyes went a bit glassy. There was the smallest twitch in his left ear that let the cat know how badly the sent was affecting him. The tip of his cock seemed to bulge wider in his sheath as the horse drew straight, his paws at the small of his back again and his eyes on her.

She slowly turned without another thought and placed one long leg into the bath. It felt perfect as her whole body slipped in. She began to gently soap her fur with a lilac scented bar. The rich lather soon clothed her as she stood working it into every part of her.

She could almost feel his stare now so intense was his gaze, yet every time she looked he dutifully faced the ground. Watching her bathe was one of his favorite things. He got to see every single part of her wet and soapy.

She began to rinse herself as she plucked a small mirror from the shelf by the bath. She turned it slightly to look at herself then twisted a bit more. She caught his eyes in the mirror as a delicious idea gripped her. One paw slid down to the vee between her legs as her fingers rubbed over her mound. Her fingers then spilt tracing either side of her sex till they met again at the little nub of her clit. Dalia's digits were still a bit soapy as she quickly slid inside her as she gave the smallest of groans.

Her head turned and the horse was ridged. His eyes had a pained look and every muscle in his body looked strained and tight. It was as if he had to physically hold himself back from lunging at her. She smiled an evil smile at him. She had not gotten such a response from the unflappable horse in quite some time. Her fingers slipped inside her, further this time, as they found that special spot that made her coo. Soon her other hand was busy with a very erect pink nipple as more fingers plunged in.

The look on the horse's face drove her onward his eyes filling with more heat as she felt that full feeling began to build. He paws moving faster now, the cat began flicking her clit as she arched and moaned. Her sex clamped down around her fingers as her climax raced up her spine. Her toes curled and so did her tail as the sensation continued till at last her body felt used up and she slipped back into the warm water of the tub, rinsing herself off before casting a single look back at her horse.

He was breathing very hard with a look of near naked hunger on his face. He still didn't look quite in control of himself but his training held as he stood statute still paws placed neatly behind his back. Dalia stood and gently padded out of the bath and was soon wrapped in an oversized and very fluffy towel by the horse.

She knew he loved this even more than watching her bathe. It was one of the only times he was allowed to touch her even if the towel remained between them. His paws were strong and thorough exploring every inch of her body. One paw briefly moved between her legs brushing over her still sensitive sex making her jump. His expression never changed but Dalia knew he had planned it out very carefully.

When she was as dry as the towel would make her he reluctantly pulled away, folding it up neatly. She left him and moved into her bedroom eyeing her plush four post bed. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was curl up and relax. There was the softest of coughs as she turned and saw the horse there. He had a plain wooden brush in his paw and looked very eager at the prospect of getting to use it. He put on his very sweetest stare but his innocent look was mostly ruined by the pair of panties he still wore around his muzzle. Still though, Dalia really enjoyed a good brushing.

She moved over to her stationary pet and slowly pulled her panties away from his mouth before looking at him square in the eyes.

"I expect you to behave. No slip ups like last time," she said sternly. He silently nodded as she turned and padded to her bed. She laid down on her belly, head down, stretching out the rest of her body to give him access. She felt the mattress move as his bodyweight settled onto it and she felt the comb start in the middle of her back as the bristles slowly moved through her fur.

He began to make alternating strokes down opposite sides of her back as Dalia tried unsuccessfully to suppress a purr. Oh how she loved this. Her horse however loved it even more. He gently pinched the tip of her tail between two fingers as and began to brush up it, fluffing it gently as Dalia's claws slowly slid from her fingertips and her purr grew louder.

Once he had thoroughly brushed her back and tail, the brush began to travel the long length of her legs. Starting just above her ass and moving all the way down to her heel. The feline couldn't help but twitch a bit as the stiff bristles stroked over the back of her knees. The ever observant horse noticed and began using shorter strokes to move hit that spot as his other paw slowly began to spread her legs wider.

"Oh gods why don't I make him do this every night?" though Dalia as she sank further and further into her pleasure haze. Her body wanted to just melt into the bed as the even strokes continued. As his paws moved the comb closer to her inner thighs she began to shiver.

His strokes seemed to get a bit rougher as the cat's nether regions began to grow moist again. She was a horny kitty tonight and thought for a moment about bringing herself once more before going to bed. Perhaps even let the horse help a bit. He had been good for quite some time and it had been quite a while since she had last made use of his tongue.

The horse could smell her arousal, gently tickling his senses as his mistress growled and purred under his fingers. As he watched her his own hungers roared and clawed at him. Gods it had been so long since he had last cum. His body ached for release, while the sheath kept him constantly erect. His paws twitched mid stroke as he took another deep breath. He was a good pet. He obeyed the mistress. He would never think to disobey.

He legs spread slightly wider as his eyes locked on her dripping sex. He felt his cock throb as he shuddered. It was like he was a passenger now. His paw kept going as he slowly bent closer inhaling her sent. He could feel himself slipping. His free paw was on his cock now stroking. He couldn't stop it any more as it slowly peeled off the sheath and the thick vein riddled thing popped free surging upward. He tried so hard. So terribly hard to serve his mistress and obey her every command. It was the thing that made him most happy. But gods he hadn't been able to cum is so long!

The smell of randy horse made Dalia's nose twitch. It wasn't until she felt his girthy head press against her sex that she made the connection.

"Horse just what do you think you are-!" His hips slammed forward as half his length was suddenly buried in her as her breath left her lungs in a single long hiss. The horse's eyes rolled as he nickered and felt the tight walls of her sex squeeze against his cock. He had almost forgotten this feeling it had been so long. His paws went to either shoulder as he slowly began to pull out before thrusting back in again.

"HORSE I'M GOING TO KI- OHHHFFUUCKKKK!" squealed the cat as the devious equine rammed nearly all of himself into her. Soon he was fucking her like a machine, mind almost completely gone as he stretched her wider with each stroke. She felt his gigantic balls slap at her ass, punctuating the end of each thrust as he tried to cram all of his maleness into her. Dalia had forgotten how big he was, the sheer girth of him and he felt somehow larger this time. She let out a stream of blistering obscenities as her body locked up and she came hard enough to draw a whimpered moan from her pet.

He was an inch or two away from having his cock completely inside her but he could feel the pleasured spasms of his mistress as her body shook and quaked under him. It was all too much as he felt his balls suddenly release an avalanche of scalding horse cum. Dalia felt him quiver as his tip flared and she knew what it meant. Just as she was coming to her senses, she felt the first burst of his seed deep inside her. It was followed by another, then another, then another as his spunk oozed out of her heated sex. She couldn't stop it as her pussy began to twitch and cum again almost before it had even stopped tearing another passionate cry from her lips.

She was seeing spots again as her body refused to obey her and the horse began thrusting again. She knew his mind was gone. His instincts were in control and he would continue to fuck her until the vast reserves of she had forced him to build up were depleted. Then when done she would flog him till he was aching, hard, and begging for forgiveness.

She would slip back on his sheath, keeping him hard and ready until she broke him again and they repeated their little game all just like so many times before. All of it, exactly according to plan. She settled in to enjoy what she knew would be a very long and enjoyable night as her pet did what he was born to do. Mercilessly driving her towards one glorious climax after another as the siren song of the bed springs echoed though the cottage.