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Putting on a Show

Written By: Skabaard

The stage was nearly set. The raised, wooden platform that she stood on was separated from the rest of the room by a thin, white canvas that had been stretched taut on its frame like a sail on the wind. It reached from the floor to the ceiling and made it such that anyone else in the space had no hope of seeing anything of them but blurred silhouettes. There was only one other person with them, and he was nearly finished tinkering with the arrangement of magelamps that would provide the lighting for their little show. It was one of her favorites, something erotic and sexually charged but familiar and intimate all the same. It was delightful.

The woman across from whom she stood didn't seem to be of the same opinion. The splotchy, paint-pattered equine stood nervously in her silky, diaphanous robe, arms crossed before her while she stared at the floorboards. Sage only smiled at her. The lovely horse morph certainly had little over which to be anxious. She was beautiful, with lush, youthful features and eyes that would have been bright and alluring if they only lifted from the ground. Her shoulder-length hair was left free to frame her face, warm brown tresses that were only a few shades darker than the color of the fur that joined the crisp white of her well-groomed coat. Her tail, swishing sporadically, was the same rich hue, and the silken curtain fell almost to the ground behind her.

As their stage was readied, she watched, trying not to stare, though failing. The horse's eyes flicked up to hers for a moment, and by the way their owner flushed and shied away, Sage suspected that stage fright wasn't the only thing ailing the attractive equine. She chuckled warmly and took a few demure steps closer, the fabric of her own insubstantial robe rustling as her paws padded silently on the wood beneath them. "There's no need to fret, dear." she whispered, "Everyone's first time is awkward. Trust me Liana; I think you're perfectly capable of handling little old me."

The magnificent paint's cheeks heated even further at that, and her shiny, black hooves made little clipping noises as she shifted her weight from foot to foot and conspicuously avoided Sage's eyes. The vixen could only let out another breathy laugh. Here she was trying to talk a little courage into someone so much grander than she. She wasn't a particularly short woman, even for a fox, standing a comfortable inch-or-so above the average, but the equine swaying apprehensively before her had at least two feet on her, leaving her at eye-level with some very intriguing shapes. Liana, being a horse morph, had a very equine shape to more than her short, boxy muzzle. Her body was stereotypically long and broad, carrying room that was very tenaciously occupied with a most expansive set of curves. Even through what was supposed to be a loose robe, Sage could see the contours of a figure that would leave audiences drooling. The new girl just couldn't help but show off, it seemed. She was perfect.

She reached up and trailed her hand down Liana's arm, urging the equine to relax. "Thanks, Sage." said the statuesque woman quietly, "I mean... thanks for helping... for taking this chance on me. I'm just a little overwhelmed... nervous, I guess. I can do this... I promise."

"Of course you can, dear." she crooned soothingly. "You may be a little... rough around the edges, but everyone sees your potential. I assure you, I wouldn't have volunteered to be your partner for your inaugural venture if I doubted you." She raked her eyes down Liana's--unfortunately--still-clad body, appreciating what she was able to make out. "Besides... my motivations might not have been entirely selfless. You are simply too stunning for me to have turned down this opportunity, for what it's worth."

It seemed that the fur on the new girl's cheeks would scorch under the heat of the skin beneath it as the rosy pink of her blush deepened even further. "Th-thank you, Sage."

The vixen beamed her most winning smile as she gingerly laid her hands on the breadth of Liana's hips, grounding the curvaceous equine in the present. "Think nothing of it, dear." They shared a moment, and she waited a little longer as her partner for the night took a deep steadying breath. The mousy little man finished his work with their lights, and he gave then a silent gesture before scurrying out through a door. "I suppose our time is nearly near." Sage mused, "Are you ready?"

Liana nodded, swallowing noisily. "Y-yes... Yes."

Her eyebrow quirked up of its own accord. "Remember, dear. Relax, loosen up. This isn't about me, or the audience. This is about you. I'll start off slowly, ease you into it. Don't worry." The light around them, coming from the rest of the room, dimmed, and they were eventually left standing across from the other in near darkness. Sage heard the equine let out another shaky breath, and she squeezed warmly before letting her arms fall to her sides and taking a short step back, putting a little distance between them. "Confidence. That's what people find so attractive. So don't hesitate to show them how a big, strong, beautiful horse can put a little fox in her place. I can handle it, I promise. And close your eyes in the beginning." she added as an afterthought, "It's blinding at first."

The shadowy horse nodded again, more slowly, and she returned it silently. The air shivered with silent tension, and she swallowed her own fluttering apprehension as she signaled to the lights with a sharp snap of her fingers. After a tense couple heartbeats, and as one, each carefully placed glass sheet ignited with its own inner fire, suddenly burning with a bright, white light that washed over each performer with crisp, clean radiance. Sage stood perfectly still, forcing herself to breathe slowly as she blinked away the shock of sudden illumination.

After recovering and taking a second to give Liana's half-illuminated form an excited grin, she began to move. Starting with where she had left them at her sides, the vixen slowly lifted her hands. She took care to trail her fingers up along the outline of her own voluptuous, silk-clad body, over her hips, her trim, tapered waist, the undeniable curves of her ample chest, before she lifted them into the air with a flick of her head that swept her intricately braided, fiery red hair over her shoulder. Liana's eyes were glued to her, and she gave the horse a coy smirk as she dropped her weight to one foot, which thrust out her hip and made the fabric that hid her follow the shape of her lissome leg all the way to her ankle. Her hands then dropped gracefully, one falling to toy with her hair while the other continued downward to invitingly rub her outthrust hip.

Some of the equine's shy nervousness had dissipated, but Liana still looked tense, her shoulders stiff and her fingers balled up next to her. Sage took a slow, swaying step closer while she slid her dainty fingers up over her side and across her front. The thin sash that held her robes closed was within easy reach from that point, and her clawed fingertips easily poked under it to pull playfully at the obstructing, lacy cloth. It was barely looped around her waist as it was, and as she pulled, it eagerly surrendered its position to fall limply to the floor at her paws. Her robe loosened immediately, and only a quick grip stopped the gauzy fabric from slipping from her sleek, red-orange fur. "Would you like to see a little more?" she purred enticingly, wriggling beneath her robe, rocking and swinging her hips from side-to-side in a rhythm only she could hear.

Liana chewed anxiously on her lip, casting her gaze aside to look at their shadows, which the lights were casting with nearly perfect clarity onto the screen the separated them from their audience. Standing in profile, the silhouettes of two women stared the other down, the shape of each teasingly hinted at through the loose clothing they wore, one so tall and strong, the other lithe and elegant, but each alluring in their own right. "Yes..." the equine replied, her deeper voice firmer, more energetic, "I think I would."

"All you had to do was say the word." the vixen mewled, each little half-step bringing her a little closer to the larger woman. "I'd do anything for you. I'm so... helpless around you." She halted a scant inch from touching Liana, their shadows nearly mingling nearby. "What would you have me do, Lady? I am yours."

The equine hesitated, licking her lips. Only a single word or motion kept Sage from baring herself, and the vixen waited for her "Lady's" command. Suspense was good, exciting Liana reach a hand over to her, finally connecting their shadows, to run thick, powerful fingers, at least to her dainty build, over her cheek and hair. Her triangular, vulpine ears quivered and twitched against the digits that tenderly caressed her, and she beamed encouragingly up at the horse who towered over her. "Disrobe." she uttered, a little more feigned iron in her voice.

"At once, my Lady." she murmured back, not needing to add any false excitement to her tone. She loved this part, the calm before the storm, the building anticipation before the climax. Maybe she really was just a tease at heart, either way she could feel the gleeful heat building in her veins. She relaxed her hold on her robe, and gravity alone was enough to pull it open by the tiniest slivers, showing a stripe of the milky white fur that coated her underbelly. Liana could look down, and did with wide eyes. The horse could see down her front, a slice of her cleavage, a little piece of the space between her legs, but not too much; they were too close for anything more.

Sage rolled her shoulders to begin the process of sliding the fabric off of them. Cloth glided over her fur with more smooth, rustling sounds, and her fingers meekly teased her robe further open, showing more and more as she swayed and looked innocently up at her Lady's increasingly intrigued expression. She let out a little, relieved sigh when the cloth finally slid softly from her shoulders to catch in the crooks of her elbows. Despite the way she kept it slyly over her front, it had dropped low enough to destroy her modesty, and the weighty, uncovered globes of her breasts stood proudly out from her torso, rising and falling in time with her anticipatory breaths. She wasn't huge; she could barely be considered well-endowed, but each modest mass of soft, supple flesh hung flawlessly from her chest, perfectly shaped into eye-catching teardrops that demanded their audiences gaze to trail along their enticing outlines.

She stood such that the silhouettes of her perky nipples stood out from their homes and rested barely a hair's breadth from Liana's robed form. She thrust out her chest and took a deep, relaxing breath as she slowly straightened her arms behind her, pressing into her Lady while her robes pooled at her feet and left her unhidden. The horse gawked at her nudity as if it was a surprise, and another hand joined that which idly petted her hair. This one, however, fell further to stroke along her slim shoulder, rubbing the side of her neck and lightly touching the uppermost parts of her back. "I... I pray I am to your liking, Lady." she stammered, adding an anxious warble to her voice. "Long have I yearned to... please you, with everything I am able."

"Is that so?" hummed the horse whose hands were nearly around her throat, but which held her so delicately. Liana was getting into her role with aplomb, and Sage could see the anxiety bleeding from her shoulders. It made her smile and nod her answer. "Do you find your current duties insufficient, Handmaiden?" her Lady continued.

She vigorously shook her head. "Nothing of the sort, my Lady!" she said with a theatrical whine, "I only wish I could do more for you! Your days are long and arduous, and I only wish to ease your stresses. I would lighten your burdens, Lady. I only desire to... I..." She hesitated, turning her face away from Liana and toward the thin veil on which was projected her dark outline. She stared at the shadow of her nubile body, tense and bare, the picture of panicked fretfulness, and gave her silhouette as well as their audience an exaggerated pout. "I feel I must confess, my Lady, for I have been selfish... There are times my thoughts turn toward my own desires, times that I feel my own wants fight to surpass yours. My weakness shames me, Lady. At times I desire my duties to be... more meaningful than simply preparing your linens and caring for your bedchamber. After all you have done for me, my thoughts betray your trust..."

As her voice trailed away into forlorn silence, the fingers on her shoulder lifted slowly to cup her chin and turn her head back up and forward so that her Lady could meet her eyes. "Nonsense." Liana decreed with a dismissive wave of her other hand. Being my Handmaiden does not mean you are some soulless servitor. If anything, perhaps I have wronged you by not giving you duties that would please us both. Just as you care for me, it is my responsibility to care for you. You are owed that much at least. Tell me, my lovely, loyal servant, what tasks would you be most happy performing?"

Sage flicked her tail excitedly behind her and leaned a little more firmly into Liana's cradling hand. "Lady, I... Forgive me; I spoke out of turn. You do me honor I do not deserve."

"Please Handmaiden." the equine murmured, just loud enough to be heard past the screen that carried their entwined shadows, "I can find other laundresses. I have other servants. Let me be the judge of honor. Tell me. Where would you find the most pleasure?"

She gazed up at Liana, trying to keep her grin from showing on her silhouette. Shakily, she reached out her hand, extending it into the open space between her face and the equine's, eventually hesitantly stroking a warm-furred cheek. As if struck by her own hubris, she then turned away, jerking back her hand and lowering her eyes to her paws. "Beneath you, Lady." she voiced meekly, "I... I feel my place is beneath you. I-I... The others, those who clothe and bathe you, who get to touch your magnificence, to see you in all your glory, my jealousy for them burns in my gut so hotly it hurts at times, but I know that even were I in their place, it would not sate my avarice. Lady, I yearn for you, hotly, your touch, your look. Were I able, I would devote myself utterly to your pleasure. I feel the need for it within my soul, and it pains me all the more to know that it is not my place to feel such desire. Please forgive me, my Lady."

Upon finishing pouring out her heart to her Lady, she pulled away, averting her eyes and curling in on herself under the weight of her shamed self-loathing. Her paws carried her nervously backward, a tiny step at a time, and she had almost made it out of the light that half-illuminated them both when Liana acted. The equine reached out and stopped her with a heavy hand on her shoulder. She froze, stiff and worried. "I only give forgiveness when it is needed, not when it is desired." said her Lady in a voice as sweet and smooth as honey. "I will forgive you when you have done something worthy of regret, and no sooner. There can be no shame when speaking one's mind, especially when it is requested." The horse pulled on her shoulder, dragging her forward and back before her, under her imposing height. "You were not wrong. My days are long and tiring, and at times, I have longed for one to dote on me, to care for more than just my health and well-being. I have, at times, desired something more physical than matronly concern, but I feared for impropriety were I to turn to my own servants. There are many of you who would agree to what you have proposed out of a sense of duty, but I would loathe such attentions. I would want something genuine, not imposed out of other's responsibility. Your words... They do more than intrigue me."

Her tail went back to flailing spastically behind her, and she nearly fainted into Liana's arms in her excitement. "Lady! Do you mean...?"

"I might..." Liana purred, a genuine, hungry cast in her eyes, "Would you really go so far to please me, to devote yourself to me?"

"Oh, yes, Lady!" she cried. She was shaking, and she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she pawed at Liana's arm. "With my every breath! Please, let me prove myself! I will-"

Her lady interrupted her pleas with a bemused laugh. "Calm yourself, Handmaiden. Your willingness is not in question, nor is your loveliness. But... I am curious concerning your methods... Tell me, my eager servant, how would you go about fulfilling your desired duties? Spare me no detail."

"My Lady..." Sage uttered with breathless enthusiasm, "I would begin by doing so much more than telling. I would readily demonstrate my need. I have doubts that I could do anything else, so deep is my desire, Lady." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "But before I would... I would ask... I... My Lady, I have already presumed so much, but... but if I could... Might I-"

"Ask, Handmaiden. Speak your wish, and if it is within my power, I will grant it."

She took another breath and steeled herself, looking up at Liana with wide, needy eyes. "My Lady, might I have a kiss?"

The horse paused, looked down at her, and licked her lips. "You need not have even asked." With exaggerated care, Liana leaned forward, her statuesque shadow looming over that of the dainty vixen, and took up Sage's cheek in a single hand once again. Just before their lips met, the vulpine woman squeezed the arm that held her, and winked. Liana gave an imperceptible, little nod before letting her eyes drift shut and closing the rest of the scant distance that separated them.

This part was tough to get right. It was difficult to make kisses believable, even when they were obscured by a backlit screen, but Sage needn't have worried about it. Her lips met the horse's, and her fur threatened to stand on end with the passion that the simple motion carried with it. There was little the vixen could do in the face of it. Her fur bristled and her tail flicked wildly as Liana did precisely what she asked: _gave_her a kiss. She was almost a nonparticipant in the exchange, and a meek whimper whispered in the back of her throat as the equine pulled away, breaking contact with an audible smack.

Liana licked her lips again, hovering over her, and beamed at her. It took her a moment just to get air back into her lungs, and when she managed the feat, it took little effort to dredge up a little reverent awe. "My Lady... your lips are so sweet, so soft." As the horse lifted away, rising to her full, impressive height, she lifted hands alongside her in mourning of the loss of such intimacy. "I... I will repay everything you have given me, a hundredfold, if I am able. I swear it."

"I am sure you will..." mused Liana with a thoughtful chuckle, "But, while you ponder a way to fulfill your boast, I believe you were going to show me something? I do not know how much more anticipation I can take. Let me help you find your way." With a few lazy fingers, she reached down to her waist and found where her own silky robes were loosely bound to her glorious body and languidly tugged on the lacy sash until it came undone in her hand. The equine tossed it away with a sneer that approached disdainful, but then waited to go any further, using that same hand to coyly hold closed her airy clothing as she waited for Sage to fulfill her promise.

Without much ceremony, the vixen humbly lowered herself to her knees. Her pointed ears quivering as she stared down at Liana's hooves. "I have waited for so long, wanted so deeply for this moment, this opportunity..." She craned her head up to look into the horse's bright eyes. She was nude, helpless and so, so outsized. The equine loomed over her like a colossus of feminine power, hard and absolute and utterly beautiful. "I will not disappoint you."

As if remembering that she was still inexperienced with scenarios like these, a glimmer of nervousness shone in Liana's eyes, and Sage reached forward, sliding her hand under the hem of the horse's robes to fondly grip her calf, sharing a confident smile. The star of the show let out a quiet breath, nodded slowly, and returned the wink the fox had given her. "I know."

Her fluffy, vulpine tail waved eagerly behind her. That was it, then. The time for words was over, and now it was her only duty to please her "Lady", in whatever way she deemed fit. Stroking the softness of the fur of the horse's shin, she added her other hand to Liana's other leg, and in the process, teased apart the curtain of the robes that hid her prize. The equine was long-legged, and she sank down atop her calves as she rubbed up and down the shapely, lowermost regions of the limbs. Liana wasn't any more well-built than the average horse morph, but that still left her legs thick and powerful with sturdy muscle through the sheer strength required to carry a few hundred pounds of robust woman through each day. As her claws raked higher and higher onto well-turned thighs, she gripped and squeezed firm, tough power, smiling up as she appreciated what her Lady had to offer.

The higher she rose on her knees, the further up her fingers trekked over each sensual contour, the further open she pulled the other woman's robes, but Liana stubbornly held the flowing garment closed over her crotch with a steadfast hand, and Sage slowed, tenderly rubbing as she kissed a muscled thigh that was as thick as her waist. "Lady... I would see all of you, if you would permit it. It would ease my duty."

The horse stared down at her nervously, and swallowed heavily, almost audibly. It took a clear, concerted effort for Liana to jerkily pry her shaking hand away from her robe. Sage took advantage of the momentary opportunity that the paint left her, arms out and down, and with a sudden flourish, she threw open the sole piece of clothing that was shielding Liana from her roving eyes. From the bottom up, she billowed out the insubstantial cloth, and with a practiced flick of her wrists and arms, she pulled the fabric off of the horse's shoulders and snapped the sleeves cleanly off of stiff arms. It took barely a heartbeat for the vixen to make her partner bare, and she swept the gauzy material off to the side, releasing it to flutter away.

Liana stood there, as if in shock, and the vixen took the opportunity to stare upward at the portrait of womanly allure that she had uncovered. Big, soft breasts rose and fell under heavy breaths, and a trim stomach was bordered on all fronts by thick, luscious curves. Taut muscle moved with the horse's nervous shifting, firm and healthy, and each pound of it flawlessly supported the delicious contours of the rest of her full figure. Sage bit back a pang of jealousy at the perfection of it all while her eyes gradually settled on the center of her attentions. Spread fingers and a broad palm had no chance to hide the impressive size of what lurked beneath it, and its twin was balled into an anxious fist at her thigh.

With a sly smile, Sage rose up into her knees and reached up to take Liana's crotch-hiding hand in both of hers. Despite that hand's apparently dire mission, it was easy to pull away from what it protected, and when it was completely exposed, she peered up at the quivering horse. Liana's eyes were frozen on the screen upon which their shapes were cast, hers, big and strong and beautiful, and Sage's, little and meek and worshipful. It was as if the horse was waiting for something, waiting for their audience to see what she knew they would. The vixen just kept her eyes forward, hungrily licking her lips, and waited. From what she understood of her partner's inclinations, she would have to do little at first.

As a result of their little teasing of one another, and she hoped at least in part due to her shameless nudity, the tough, furry sheath that was nestled between Liana's thighs was already beginning to disgorge its bestial occupant, a thick, equine member of dark, ashen hue. Sage leaned back, making room for the turgid mass to droop under its weight as inch after inch of semi-hard horsecock poured from its resting place to dangle limply before her. The light caught it as it reached out, turgid and heavy, and it gave an unmistakable addition to the horse's otherwise, delightfully feminine silhouette. "Lady..." Sage uttered, genuinely surprised, "The others... they spoke of... But I could scarcely believe... I had only imagined, and even then, I couldn't have expected you to be so... impressive!"

Liana wasn't listening to her. Her gaze was riveted to the side, to the shadow of her maleness, the dark outline of her intimidating tool coupled with just a hint of the rounded curves of the engorged testes that rested beneath it. The equine's breath came short in her chest, and her eyes bounced from her own shadow to the center of the screen that displayed them. She saw past it, to their audience, and she licked her lips, eyes widening as she considered others taking in her profile. The ebony shaft hanging from the horse's loins gave a quick lurch as sudden, excited energy poured through the veins that ran to it, and Sage gawked as it began to thicken dramatically, throbbing upward and outward.

Liana stared and stared, lost in an exhibitionist fantasy, and the vixen stared just as hard at what swelled out toward her. She had expected an endowment suitable for a horse, and she had not been disappointed. The fleshy rod was easily a flaccid foot, and Sage watched it rise up as heated blood flooded it. What made it stand out wasn't it increasing, surging length. She expected at least eighteen inches before it was done, and she could handle that much without too much issue. What stunned her into open-mouthed awe wasn't its length, but its girth. With each dire pulsation and rhythmic, pounding heartbeat, Liana's horselike tool ballooned obscenely, growing thicker and thicker with immense, heaving throbs. Already, the broad, flattened crown was the size of her clenched fist, and the shaft behind it easily the diameter of her forearm, and still it spasmed and grew.

The massive thing swung ponderously as the horse to which it was attached swayed from hoof to hoof, tense and needy. Hands were curled into tight balls, and Liana seemed disinclined to keep her tongue from her lips as she watched herself blossom hugely. There were few tools that intimidated the self-confessed size-queen, but Sage thought that she had found one to add to the list. She was in for one hell of a ride, and she could hardly stand to wait for it to finish swelling to readiness. "It's beautiful..." she whispered, not entirely in-character. Her hand rose uncertainly to the firm muscle of a thick thigh, and she leaned into the larger woman, already feeling her heart quicken against her ribs.

Her touch seemed to pull Liana back to reality, and she started, blinking and looking down at the vixen hovering threateningly before the massive glans of her pride-inducing masculinity. She tensed, letting out a terse hiss as Sage dipped a little further forward and pressed a kiss into her engorged head, savoring it with passion to match her first, intimate meeting. "I will take good care of it, my Lady." swore the ardent vulpine, and she had to widen her stance as the light, warm lips on her tight flesh began to wander.

Sage made no effort to keep her breath from the mammoth member that already felt connected to her lips. She forced herself to keep in mind her angle, and she did nothing but kiss it, feeling it throb against her mouth again and again as it gradually reached its potential, an almost frighteningly girthy monument to her partner's immense virility. She wanted to lunge forward, to bury it into her without ceremony or preparation, but she staved off her soaring lust, kissing, and eventually, letting her tongue free to roam as it would over tight, pulsing contours. "Oh Lady..." she moaned, lifting a hand to cradle its immense root while the other rose to gently cup at Liana's monumental testes, kneading and sizing them up. "It is so hot already. I can feel it burning against my lips. Already its taste is... intoxicating."

She was certain her ambition would be her downfall, but that was certainly not going to stop her from challenging herself. Her hand slowly stroked along the back third of its enormity while her lips and tongue worshiped its vast crown. It was inches across, a tremendous battering ram designed for besieging the wombs of women who were too foolish for their own good. Her self-control slipped, and in an instant, she left her mouth gaping wide, and in that same heartbeat she greedily engulfed the entire whore-choking tip of it with her mouth. She swirled her tongue in demanding circles, pleading as she flicked it around the circumference of its flattened face and suckled with a gratuitously pleased, "Mmmh..."

Under her assault, Liana clenched her teeth and let out a strained groan, quivering under the heights of the euphoria Sage subjected her to with just a few delicate fingers and a nimble tongue. The vixen moaned loudly, taking a little more within her vulpine maw as she felt it throb thick against her tongue and palate, veins standing out along its length as they dilated to carry the torrent of blood that fueled the beast that threatened her with strangulation. Already it leaked. Hot, viscous fluid spilled into her waiting mouth, washing against her tongue and slicking her lips with lewd moisture. She savored it, spread it around, diluting it with her saliva and urging even more from her titanic spigot with a few careful pumps with her busy hand. She palmed the equine's weighty sac, taking each heavy gonad in her hand and working it around with practiced precision. She teased each massive globe, delighting in the sensation of them churning and throbbing against her, and she would occasionally slip her hand back and up, further between Liana's powerful thighs, to tantalize the horse's more womanly endowments, which were likewise, swollen and slick with need.

Adjusting herself as best she could to such a burden, she leaned back to breathe, pulling away with a wet, suggestive slurp. She panted, using her hand to gather up their mixed slime and smear the conglomeration over the further reaches of her colossal plaything. With a lick of her lips, she dove back in, burying the head and a couple inches of shaft into her muzzle, working it further and further back into her mouth with eager, little forward thrusts. Liana moaned and rolled her head back, running confident fingers over her chest and toying with the expansive curves. They bounced in her hands as Sage worked her over, and her tail swished sporadically as she began to push forward with tiny, little bucks of her thick hips. Hands savaged her bust, and she gave herself over to the vixen's attentions as the devoted canid scooted backward and leaned inward ominously, resting steadying hands on her thighs.

A throaty, "Nnh..." escaped Liana's lungs, and the soft vocalization of pleasure signaled an abrupt change down on Sage's level. The monstrous shaft filling her mouth heaved, thickening even further, and a heavy spurt of heady precum nearly jettisoned itself down her unprepared throat. She gasped and jerked back, desperately stifling her coughing as she caught another gob of translucent liquid across her cheek. The whole massive extent of it throbbed angrily, huge and hard and ready for what it demanded, and the equine that fed its lust quivered as her hands continued to dance along its veined length. She tried to work herself up to go back for more, bracing herself for the steady stream of lusty lubricants that now drooled continuously from its tip, but each time she opened her mouth, it would pulse and quiver and surge, gaining little in the way of length but growing increasingly thick and rigid, as if its garish proportion was only a single stage on its path to release.

She went back for more regardless, cramming it into her mouth and sucking with lavish insistence, working it further and further inward while taking measured breaths. Her moans joined Liana's, smooth and meek mingling with deep and increasingly guttural, and her hand, perhaps in a display of negligence to her duty, dropped from the horse's burdened scrotum to her own unforgotten womanhood. She teased at herself as she strained until her jaw ached to take what she couldn't help but want more of. Its scorching glans butted up against her throat, and she swallowed in preparation as her tongue slicked its distended cumvein. Her throat felt disastrously empty, hauntingly hollow, and she gave in with only a paltry resistance against her desires.

With a muffled grunt, she pushed forward, arching her back and stretching the beginnings of her throat around the prodigious flesh of her equine stagemate. Liana did the same, bending her spine and sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. If the horse had toes, she would have been on their very tips, so rigid with gleeful excitement was her body. Sage made the utmost of efforts to ease the inhuman monster further into her, to plumb her depths with a tool so graciously provided, and she managed it despite the way her soul vibrated with the desire to spit herself on the spot. She pulled back an inch, rubbing her neck and pulling in a deep breath before lunging forward again, forcing more and more, a tiny bit at a time, past her tonsils and into the wet, grasping tunnel of her throat.

Liana's hands ravished her ample breasts, but one, sensing, perhaps, a better use, fell away from the heavy globes of sensitive flesh, twisting a thick nipple along the way. It fell to her waist to languorously rub over the rigid base of her elephantine cock, squeezing fingers over the ones that the vixen already had there. Each breath that left the equine's lungs came out as a low, blissful moan, and each sound carried with it a pounding pulsation in the depths of the warm, slick tightness of Sage's neck. For a few seconds, giving time for her vulpine worshiper to take in another breath, she stroked herself, polishing her sable flesh until the whole thing shined with her copious fluids. Even her sturdy fingers couldn't hope to get all the way around it, and she rolled her wrist as she jerked herself, covering all she could.

When Sage once more slid inward, dripping precum from her chin for it to splatter over her own ample chest, the hand that was so busy shuddered and slid away from her massive, bestial idol. It reached out, filling her vision for a moment, before it landed upon her cheek, affectionately stroking her as she bobbed back and forth, slurping and sucking all the way. Strong fingers lavished light caresses over her for a tender moment, as if thanking her for her efforts, and they danced up, onto her scalp, to brush back stray hairs away from her face, always gently.

Try as she might, Sage could get more than a few immense inches of the monster before her into her esophagus. No matter how relaxed she made her throat or how hard she tried to swallow the beast in its entirety, she couldn't get any more inside her. Her body simply rejected the impossible girth of it even as she throatfucked herself on what she was could manage. Liana tensed and groaned, and her hand went back to cradle the vixen's head, cupping it gently and adding just the slightest of impetuses to her already frantic pistoning. Sage used both hands, pulling one away from herself, to grip the horse's taut thighs, and tried to pull herself forward.

With her partner's gentle help, she managed another inch, but knew that it was a losing battle. With each thrust of her lips, every lash of her tongue over its immensity, Liana's excitement grew, and with it came another wave of searing blood that she could feel stretch her throat as it pulsed through the horse's impossible endowment. Every heartbeat, each heavy, ponderous throb she felt dilate her, straining at the prison of her neck even as she tried her best to force more into her to little avail. She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten to inhale, but she didn't care. Little, lustful whimpers filled what was left of her throat, and she looked up at Liana, desperate and pleading while blinking needily.

With even more help, she managed to pull off of what had impaled her, and she gasped with delirious glee at the sweet taste of oxygen filling her lungs. Her hands did what her mouth had taken a break from, wrapping around each slippery, boilingly hot inch and squeezing and stroking while she panted urgently, blinking away the dark spots that had begun to cloud her vision. She frantically pumped her hands, shaking her entire body with the vigor of it, and when she could, she parted her lips around just the very tip of it, savoring it like a piece of candy as it flared dangerously and spurted precum onto her tongue. "I... I pray..." she huffed, "that I am to your liking, Lady. You are... better than even my wildest fantasy... so hard and thick and strong."

Her only reply was an inarticulate grunt as Liana bucked numbly at her face, trying wildly to hilt herself in whatever hole was in front of her. The entire column of quivering horseflesh in her hands and mouth was disastrously rigid, pulsing urgently and on the very edge of release. Sage took it in stride and slackened her vicious pleasuring, reducing herself to only teasing the massive maleness with the barest tips of her fingers and light, little strokes with her nimble tongue. "Yes!" the horse cried, throwing her head back, her voice shivering in anticipation of relief, "Oh, yes, you are far more than that!"

Sage grinned, but let out a little meep of surprise as two powerful hands suddenly shot down and grabbed her head. They lined her up, and her face paled when it looked like they were only going to strangle her on the gargantuan manhood that pulsed angrily in the air. Instead of that, however, they only held her there, away from it, while Liana took a series of slow steadying breaths. Through some miracle or impossible display of self-control the horse reined herself in over the course of a few seconds, and only when she had reasserted control of her bucking hips was the vixen released.

The hands drifted away, trailing along the dripping shaft whose heat she could feel on her fur from so far away, and Sage watched, trying not to flinch as they reached out to her again, gripping her shoulders. With ease borne of pounds of muscle she couldn't hope to have, the vixen was hauled upward and deposited on her feet. She tried to formulate a sentence that would let her ask what was happening, but before she could put the Handmaiden's timid words to it, she became very aware of the horse's plans. Liana leaned over her, strong arms wrapping around her, and those same, confident arms hooked under the swells of her perky backside. She stifled a surprised yelp as she was hoisted from her paws and into the air, and she once more had her words robbed from her when the equine lifted her to eye-level and planted a firm, heavy kiss onto her lips.

Liana tasted herself in the precum that had soaked Sage's lips and tongue, and she savored it while fingers eagerly kneaded the vixen's shapely ass. The horse shifted, her hooves clicking on the floor as she turned a little, presenting a different profile to the screen. She then broke the kiss, leaving Sage panting once more, and turned, staring hungrily at her shadow. The fox followed her gaze, and stiffened as she saw what was going to happen to her. Her partner, gently lowered her, and she watched the outline of her curvaceous backside steadily approach the upward-curving shaft that bobbed in the air, waiting for it. Her hands latched onto Liana's shoulders, and she whimpered, "Be gentle, Lady, please."

"I will do what I can..." the horse replied as she finished dipping her lower.

Anticipation filled Sage's gut, leaving her tense and breathless, and when the plateau of the horse's huge, bestial cock met with the dainty folds of her delicate womanhood, she let out a strained moan. She couldn't remember the last time she took anything as thick as what threatened her swollen lips, but she resolved herself to try, and she tightened her grip on Liana's sturdy shoulders as the horse lowered more and more of her weight onto the single point that connected them. Her pulse pounded in her arteries, and she grunted as she began the arduous process of stretching around the crown of her would-be intruder. She knew she had the capacity to take its length, but it's immense, equine flare tested her elasticity. Her feminine folds strained, and with each tiny fraction she was forced to surrender, mind-numbing euphoria exploded behind her eyelids. Liana rocked her hips, pushing and pushing, and Sage nearly screamed out her bliss when her huge head popped into the vixen's dripping passage.

The horse's eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn't expected to actually fit, but that didn't stop her from bouncing Sage up and down, working the fox further and further down the enormity of her animalistic length. She watched, awed, as her vulpine partner's expression change from one of shock and awe to one of absolute rapture as the vixen parted around her, swallowing her with vicious glee, muscles already fluttering in vain attempts to suck her deeper. A weak whine rattled in Sage's throat, and her head fell back onto her shoulders, limply resigned to the pleasure that was shattering her mind.

As she was so resolutely invaded by an enormous bar of solid, red-hot steel, her paws dangled more than a foot off of the floor, each toe curling in on itself as she was forcefully parted by her own traitorous weight. Liana hooked her forearm under the vixen's backside, freeing the other to wrap around Sage's shoulder blades, and the horse pulled her close, pressing the fullness of her chest into her own. Firm, puffy nipples raked over the fur of her breasts, and each heavy mound of supple flesh buried her own. Lips pressed against the side of her throat, and the equine embraced her more and more firmly. "Gods... you're so tight!" whispered a hoarse voice into her flicking ear.

Before she could spit out her reply, a ragged moan boiled up from the depths of her strained womanhood. "That..." she breathed, unable to make her voice work the way she intended, "is hardly... my fault..."

With a sudden jerk, several inches of steely, impossible girth pushed into her, pounded into her overstretched gash like it had been hammered in. She spasmed and wailed, unknowing of what had happened do her until her convulsions settled back into rhythmic thrusting, deeper and deeper, a little at a time. Liana had dropped, fallen to her knees, and the shock of it had managed to cram nearly half of her monstrous member into the undersized vixen. The horse still held her close, still suckled on her neck like a tender lover, and as she sank into her haunches, she humped upward with slowly building brutality. All reason told her that she should have been contorting in agony, but all Sage could feel was the monument to some glorious goddess pulsing within her, scraping each inner fold and pushing at her organs while she writhed in awed worship. Hands doted on her while the robust body beneath her heaved and bucked up into her. Liana kissed her, and she managed to make her arms work long enough to wrap around the horse's broad back in her own embrace.

The equine's breaths were shaky and irregular, and her movements grew less and less fluid with each passed second. Each roll of her thick hips ground her behemoth cock around within her little, vulpine partner, stretching and working her apart just so she could fit in a little more, and then a little more. Lubrication wasn't an issue. Her own ample precum mingled with the foxes girly slime and dripped from their intersection, coating her with a slick sheen before she could continue to hide her masculine endowment within the other's barely-accepting hole. Sage's voice jumped and quivered in her throat, each quick bounce pushing out a stunned yelp as she sunk further and further downward, slipping closer to meeting her lusty Lady's loins.

Sage could feel the way her gut distended with the sheer mass of what invaded her. She was stretched nearly to the breaking point, and still she found more room to give over to the object of her bliss. She could count out Liana's thunderous heartbeat, feel the other's lust throbbing through her, deep within her, and it reached out deeper and deeper still as her moans were muffled by the horse's lips. She had to crane her neck to reach her mouth upward enough to meet her partner, and she had to even more as she sunk into the depths of her ecstasy. "More..." Liana loudly grunted into her cheek, "You can take it. You will take it! More!"

"Yes!" Sage cried. Though she could easily reach her legs down to rest the tops of her paws on the floor, she couldn't unbend her shapely limbs. She was locked into a contorted crook of rapture, and she raked her claws across Liana's back as she spasmed and cried for more. "Please! Let me have it! Yes!"

The fox screamed as a cataclysmic orgasm shattered her mind. Her entire form froze, and she emptied her lungs with a wail of pure, liquid bliss that left her moaning numbly as her arms and legs spasmed. Her body clenched and relaxed in a frantic rhythm, and the rapid-fire contractions of the muscles lining her womanly walls rippled around her divine intruder. A trickle of slick girlcum gushed from between her legs, matting her fur and dripping noisily onto the ground as the sudden lubrication allowed Liana to very nearly hilt herself within her oozing depths. The horse's lips never left her over the course of her wailing release, and she was cradled through her reality-warping euphoria with gentle hands and easy thrusting.

When she was left twitching with the last dregs of her rapture, she felt the solid warmth of the horse's crotch resting against her loins. Her womb was filled to bursting with immense, throbbing horsecock, and her blurry vision lazily focused on a warm, but shocked, face. Her form was limp and sluggish to respond to her, and Liana smiled and gathered her back up in strong arms. The moan she unleashed when the equine began to slowly drag her back upward was long, yearning, and desperate, and there was little she could do but let herself be used for the other's pleasure.

Liana pulled nearly half her immense shaft free of her, and she waited there for a tense moment while she continued to pull Sage into a series of quick, wet kisses. "You feel so good... I should have indulged myself so long ago..."

The vixen opened her mouth to spout something slurred and breathless, but she lost the will to speak when the horse pushed her back down into a spacious lap, once more burying her entirety into her fluttering passage. Before she could begin to rationalize what was happening to her, she felt herself being lifted again, dragged upward, this time further than before, waiting for a heartbeat, and then being forced back down. Breath was heavy in her ear as Liana hunched over her insignificant frame, using the whole of her body for leverage as she used the stunned vixen like a toy. "I'm so close... Oh Gods..." filtered a hushed voice through her mind, "Please, cum again for me, for them. I want our first time to be at the same time. Please."

Liana's rich, soothing voice revitalized her somewhat, and she wrapped the fingers of one of her shaking hands around the back of the horse's neck. "I'll... try..." Using her mount for stability, she helped lift herself, taking the opportunity to push her legs out in front of her instead of keeping them bent beneath her. The sturdy paint relaxed the grip she had on her, and Sage leaned back into her arms, putting a little space between their bodies save for where they were so intimately connected. She sat herself down on the other's tremendous tool, and she rubbed over her bulged-out stomach for a long, still moment. She showed the screen how far the shadow of her normally trim stomach was ballooned outward with the faintly-recognizable outline of an immense horsecock, and when Liana picked her back up, she watched the shadow disappear, only to prod back out when she was lowered down. "Y-yes, Lady." she gasped in time with the horse's building energy, "Use me... Take me... All that I have... is yours."

She added her paltry strength to the horse's using her grip on Liana's shoulders and arms to lift herself partway off of the impossible tool they shared with one another. The equine rocked her hips in tempo, easily working them both into an intimidating, ambitious pace. On the upstroke, the air was filled with a long, wet schlick as her hungry passage slurped on the delicious shaft that filled it, and as she was dragged back down, her full rump met the matted fur of her partner with a slick slap. Over and over again was the fast, firm motion repeated, each time growing a little fast and a little harder. Liana's eyes were closed, and her lips moved as if she was uttering a prayer to whatever god was listening. Sage mirrored the sentiment.

Her clit buzzed with pleasure as it was stimulated from within by the undeniable girth of Liana's monumental cock, and the remains of her previous orgasm hadn't even cleared before she felt another one, larger and more powerful, building behind it. She snarled and hissed between gritted teeth and terse moans as she was bounced up and down atop a veritable tree trunk made of glowing steel. Her skin tingled and her body ached with the buildup of her lust, and she felt it wash through her as she felt as much as saw Liana's monstrosity of a maleness flare within her, stretching her even wider as it dilated in preparation. Her voice rose in pitch as she watched the horse's arms stiffen with the rest of her body. Each muscle stood out in contrast as her partner hunched over on herself under the weight of her withheld bliss. It was clear she could take no more, that a disaster bordering on the wrath of the gods was impending, and she forced herself over that same ledge with a sharp jerk and a tense, guttural groan.

Liana's voice broke and fell into the depths of her broad chest as orgasmic bliss washed over and through her. She cried out, coarse and ragged, and slammed herself up into the fox's overburdened slit with brutal energy. Their voices intertwined for a glorious heartbeat, for but an instant before Sage's lungs failed her as the first massive rope of thick, virile seed spewed into her womb. It felt like a volcano erupted within the deepest reaches of her womanhood, and the horse bucked against her as if trying to find more space to fill with cock before pressure forced her out. She was spacious, but she had no hope of holding what Liana seemed intent on filling her with, and the backblast was nearly explosive, leaving gobs of cum spurting from her loins and back over the throbbing testes that spawned it.

The sounds were rough and wet, the splattering of heady jizz leaking from her quivering, cumming womanhood, the grunting and wailing of two women lost in their bliss as one rutted the other into rapture. Sage's mind was already in shambles, but her orgasm somehow managed to find her last few coherent thoughts just to destroy them and sweep away the rubble until nothing but a hazy cloud of utter bliss remained. Her belly ballooned with the volume of potent seed that was blasted into her, and a hand dropped to her stomach to cradle her shuddering bulge as Liana poured her all into their connection. The cock that filled her trembled and pulsed. She could feel it thicken with each load of dense, sticky cream it carried into her, and its owner bent further and further forward as she was fucked into the ground.

Her back would have rested on the floorboards were it not for the arms that had been thrown around her body, and the massive frame of the horse above her overwhelmed her meek figure, burying her shape in a mound of lust and rich, painted fur. It stretched on and on, adding to the puddle that was forming beneath her overcome loins as her body refused any more. She had reached her limit, and though she writhed and moaned and came and came endlessly, she rejected any more of what the horse pumped into her through the beast that she had been stretched enough to accept.

When it was all over, she was left insensate on her back as Liana gasped and groaned into her ear. They lay there for what felt like hours, but it had likely only been a minute before the horse arched her back far enough to pull herself out of her inflated womb. She mewled helplessly as she was undammed with a lewd sucking sound. Try as she might, it would take more than a few seconds to recover from her ordeal, and she unleashed a sticky, alabaster tide over the floor as her stretched womanhood emptied itself of the seed it couldn't bear to hold. She pushed her palm down over her gravid belly, helping empty herself while her mouth was busied in another series of happy, satisfied kisses.

Liana still dripped the dregs of her cum over the already flooded floor, and Sage grinned, as she caught her breath. "My... my Lady... I... I don't know what to say."

"Then say... nothing." Liana panted, "Instead, retire with me to my chambers... We will... take our meal there... and discuss the terms... of your new position..." She interrupted herself with a moan and another, longer kiss, before continuing. "At great length."

As she finished the sentence, the light that had bathed half of them for the whole session slowly dimmed, fading into nothingness and leaving them both in pitch darkness for a moment. Sage heard the horse sigh and felt her slide off of her pinned form to slump to the ground next to her, tired. From the other side of the screen, a few, more natural lights filtered through as they were ignited, and Sage caught sight of a blurry shadow before the screen was dismantled from the far side. A grinning face peered at them as the partition was taken down, and they were suddenly assaulted with a cacophony of cheers and applause. Liana blinked blearily and propped herself up on an elbow, and the vixen just turned her head to the side to look at the congregation of her colleagues. There were a multitude of easily-spotted erection and dampened crotches in the audience, and a few brazen couples were busying themselves with one another in the back of the room. Sage giggled at the display.

Liana's face peered over at her. "So, how..." she breathed, still heavy with fatigue, "How did I do?"

She looked back at their makeshift audience. "Not bad for your first rehearsal." She patted her swollen belly for emphasis, "They should have told me you were so thick, though... I could have been more ready. As it stands, I think I could use a little more... practice." She stared for a moment at the finally drooping contour of Liana's stunning horseflesh with a friendly smile. "Maybe a lot."