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Wisp's Day - Part 1 of 3

By: Partran (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/partran/)

Wisp sat at the edge of his desk considering the face of the aged brass golem. He looked at the hooked metal beak and lifeless eyes of the statue with his chin in his hand, considering the automaton. Coming to a conclusion, the fae stallion reached up and tilted the top hat slightly to the left, giving the old brass eagle a jaunty look about him in his finery.

"That'll do." The slender stallion said as he stood from his position leaning back against his workbench, his skirt swishing softly above his tail. The paint horse looked at his handy work. The old brass golem stood now with a tailored tux with tails constructed around him. The construct was an old one, one of the Master's first creations ages ago, and it showed both his inexperience at the time as well as its age. The dull brass looked... respectable. Like something well-made that's lasted a long time and the aquiline features of the avian head and face were a little scuffed but the brass golem was regularly maintained and it was an invaluable resource for Wisp in his tailoring. He could have the golem stand stock still or hold things for days without so much as the faintest movement and, in a pinch, he could pad it with measurements from other servants in the estate and use it for fitting.

He glanced up at the tall pendulum clock in the corner, it was almost 1:30 and the Master's plans today required him. The stallion stood and glanced in the mirror the old brass golem was holding between his hands and made sure he was presentable. The loose gauzy blouse and corset in scandalous scarlet matched his skirt and lipstick well. He gave a faint, impish grin and picked up a small glass bottle of scent. He applied just the faintest trace around the sides of his long neck then turned to shimmy a little as he pulled down the pink and crimson striped panties he wore. A small touch of the scent behind his powder pink scrotum ensured that when the Master got that far, there'd be something delightful to smell as well as handle.

"That'll get the tiger's attention." He murmured as he stood to pull his underwear back up and then shifted the corset into a more comfortable position, making sure everything looked right. At the thought of the large feline and the day's plans he felt his sheath swell a bit and plump within the soft confines of his panties. He was clean and well groomed and now he could feel his anticipation grow as he opened the door of his bedroom and walked through the manor's halls.

Despite dressing in a style most assuredly feminine Wisp had never considered himself a mare. In some places outside of the estate this would cause tongues to wag or eyebrows to rise, but the estate was under the Master's rule and as such who Wisp chose to be was his decision... mostly. The dark collar, trimmed in gold, sitting comfortably around Wisp's throat reminded him that at least some of the say was indeed the Master's, but he was respectful of the wishes of those in his employ or care and would not push where he should not tread. It was helped; of course, by the Master's ability to truly assist in someone's change should they be so inclined. A few of those here who worked in the estate did so to discharge a debt for the Master's expertise in their transformations.

Wisp walked along the corridors, feeling a tingle of excitement and already in danger of having his horsecock droop and push out of his panties. He saw the unicorn mare Dusk as she walked past, the stately and powerful draft mare dressed in one of his own creations, a simple long, split-leg black gown with high neck and small opening over her cleavage. At the top of the high neck of the gown her own black and gold trimmed collar lay comfortably. She gave him a smile and greeting but did not interrupt him as he went past. She would be aware of today's plans, being the tiger's majordomo, and had her own duties on the estate.

Wisp trotted along the corridor, a quick right and then to the heavy oak door of the Master's study. He once more checked himself, making sure he was as neat as he could be in something this intentionally provocative and rapped on the door with the tip of a hooved finger. After a moment he heard, "Come in." in a rich, bassy rumble.

Wisp smiled, reaching for the door handle and pushing into the room. It was warm in here, despite the chilly early-spring day beyond the tall windows. The tiger sat at his desk, as he often did, head bent down to one of his books and pen scratching faintly across the paper.

"Come on in, I'll be finished momentarily." The tiger said as he carefully maneuvered the pen with his large paw. The shift of scale always took a moment to adjust to when leaving his own quarters. The tiger was large and, when three meters tall, things had to be built on a different scale than they would be for the petite stallion. Wisp looked about the room as the tiger worked, the study was well lit with the tall windows behind the tiger and his desk and while not opulent was comfortable with a couple different sizes of chairs and couches to accommodate guests of varying sizes. Walls lined with leather-bound books, cabinets of expensive laboratory equipment or various spirits and vintages made the room feel rich and comfortable in a rustic way. It was clear the tiger worked in here and stacks of books not yet reshelved, maps or plans spread over tables, all showed projects ongoing.

Wisp's brown eyes watched now, drawn to the stooped figure at the central desk. Hugely built of oak and brass the desk was massive and masterfully crafted. The tiger worked at it, a powerfully built figure in leather vest and white shirt, a heavy emerald amulet hanging down and swaying slightly as he finished writing and then slipped a sheet of paper into the book before closing it, so it wouldn't smudge the page opposite. Then the tiger reached up and picked the small glasses from his muzzle and folded them.

"So today is Mike's collection." Partran said as he began to stack his books and papers neatly atop his desk and then put his reading glasses away in a drawer. "And we both know his proclivities. Max has taken the liberty of starting the process by restraining him and getting him a little eager."

The tiger said this as he stood, going from about eye level to the stallion while seated to a vast looming height as he rose. The slacks and heavy boots fit the tiger well, and that had been tricky as Wisp knew well. The stallion's mouth went a little dry as he looked up at the beast. He'd served Partran for years but even now there was still a little something primal about a predator over half again your height and several times your mass staring at you. Those sharp green eyes the tiger had looked over the stallion as he shifted slightly. Wisp's delicate fingers reached down and he fidgeted with the edge of his skirt a bit, smiling up at the tiger with a blush tinting inside his ears, "Yes, sir." Wisp said as he approached the immense beast, eyes taking in the muscular somewhat angular shape of the tiger from broad shoulders down along the v shape of his body. "How can I help?"

The tiger chuckled as he reached a square hand out, cupping the stallion's cheek, fingers brushing the short fur a bit, "Well, you know to prep the machine and to tease him. You've always been good at finding a stallion's buttons and pushing them properly. Mine, as well, when it comes right down to it."

The stallion blushed again, perhaps feigning being shy a bit more than was genuine, he glanced down and away as he tilted his long muzzle slightly into the caress from the tiger. Those coarse fingerpads and squared digits brushing his fur slightly, the masculine scent enticing as he bit his crimson colored lower lip. He did know the tiger's buttons, some of them anyway, and while he thrilled at the feeling of being owned, of being collared, he loved knowing that he had some influence over the Master as well. He could tease the tiger as well as a stallion in the stables and he looked up at the tiger's sharp green eyes through his dark lashes, playing on that faint shyness the tiger responded so well to. "Is there something you'd like me to do before I go prepare Mike, sir?" Wisp asked in a teasing, slightly husky voice. He felt his own arousal grow at the touch and the closeness and he wanted to tease the tiger well.

The master chuckled quietly and leaned in, the square muzzle brushing along the slim stallion's perked ears and the tiger's voice a rich and throaty rumble, "You know what I want, boy." He said as he crouched and let his immense paws cover the stallion's ass through skirt and panties. He drew the small equine close and the tiger's square muzzle stroked along the equine's cheek and neck. His breath was hot along Wisp's short fur and he shuddered, feeling that coiled, controlled power in the beast, the possessive paws squeezing his rear and now the ache in his sheath grew, pushing his cock out into the quickly overfull panties.

"Yes, sir." He stammered, his ears burning in a way wholly unfeigned. He let his slender hands caress the tiger's abdomen through the leather vest, then down along the tan hide to the belt. He could see the cunningly tailored tuck and pouch, made to somewhat hide the tiger's endowments to some degree, and let his fingers spread across the fabric, feeling the mass. The tiger's rumble was steady and pleased, a bassy rich sound far deeper than any cat's purr. He waited as Wisp's hand felt the familiar outline of sheath through the fabric.

Wisp was familiar with Partran intimately and they enjoyed one another's bodies often, but every time there was this thrill of both the size and power of the beast. Wisp's fingers traced the hidden outlines of the tiger's endowments, curling down along the mass of that hidden sheath and feeling the oversized testicles. He bit his lip, wondering to himself if the Master had been playing with augmentations again, and hesitated for a moment.

"Go ahead." Was the low, rumbling answer to his unspoken question, a warm and comforting sound. Wisp unbuckled the tiger's belt, fingers working along the edge of the tiger's slacks, then moving to free the tiger's shirt and let the slacks slip slowly lower. The warmth under Wisp's fingers gave him a thrill and went further to making his panties feel uncomfortably confining. He huffed and crouched down, pushing along the tiger's thick thighs, brown eyes watching the upper curve of Master's sheath crest the V of the open slacks like a sunrise over the mountains.

Without hesitation the stallion closed his eyes and leaned in, kissing the white furred sheath and feeling the mass of what lay within on his lips as he streaked that alabaster fur with his rose colored lipstick. The scent of the tiger was always overwhelming, Wisp thought, and his hands were less deft now, a little clumsy as the slender stallion inhaled deeply and grew drunk on that rich masculine scent. down the slacks slid, Wisp briefly drawing back to gaze at the heavy hanging endowments, fat sheath now swelling quickly once free of the confines of the tiger's pants and those almost grossly oversized testicles, each one well more than wisp could hold in both his cupped hands.

The small stallion reveled in this for several long moments, his eyes closing again and pressing his cheek and face to those orbs, drawing his wide, flat tongue over the furred scrotum and stroking his soft nose against the joint between scrotum and sheath. when he did finally open his eyes again the heavy white fur of the sheath had begun to pull back and the black pointed tip of the tiger's cock was slowly pushing into view as it grew heavier and thicker. The dusky skin shone with a faint gloss from the damp within the big male's sheath and the sight of that rising from the alabaster fur of the tiger's groin made Wisp groan audibly. He glanced up at the tiger and caught the feline's sharp green eyes watching his momentary lapse in control that had driven him to rub his face lewdly against the tiger. Wisp smiled, gathering a little of his composure, and gave Partran soft half-lidded bedroom eyes as his dainty hands cupped those immense orbs and the horse's crimson-stained lips kissed the narrow tip of the tiger's dark prick.

A slow swirl of his tongue around the point and a light suckle was all it took for Wisp to earn a rumbling groan from the massive feline and a sudden throb pushed more of that dark skin from the sheath.

Wisp worked eagerly but with care, letting go of those immense orbs to stroke the sheath with both hands, pushing it back and revealing more of that inky black cock while he let his muzzle stroke along the heavy meat, eyes half closed and occasionally stealing sultry glances up at the tiger. His cheek fur felt a little matted from the sheathdamp and the already present trickle of pre. His breath came quickly and his body felt hot as he let the flat equine tongue slide along the swell of the underside of that ebon shaft, along the entire length up to the upward v where the shaft met the prodigious glans and then he slipped the narrowed tip into his muzzle. He suckled on the crown, letting it slip into his muzzle and flood his senses with its taste. Then he looked up, brown eyes sultry through long eyelashes. He quirked a smile around the tiger's erection as he saw the tiger's eyes were closed and he was letting himself savor this intimate kiss.

Wisp let the tiger enjoy it, drawing out his Master's pleasure by licking further and working more of that jaw-aching girth into his long feminine muzzle. Now he could spare a hand to caress the taut hanging sack of the tiger, caressing fingers through the plush white fur that hid the enormous endowments the tiger had given himself. Today, however, the taste of the tiger's precum was not as rich as it often was. A quick glance up to see the green stone laying on the tiger's chest confirmed what Wisp thought. It wasn't a breeding day for the tiger and so the stone lay emerald green.

"That's enough." The tiger said after a few long moments, reaching to stroke his short fingers through the stallion's mane, "Get up here on the desk." He ordered as he stepped back, dark shaft bobbing heavily now and sheath bunched at the base of his erection. Without hesitation Wisp rose, pausing only briefly to straighten his blouse and then with exaggerated swaying turned and flicked his tail before leaning forward on the tall, oversized desk.

In this position Wisp felt himself exposed, his skirt riding up over the back of his bubble butt and revealing the striped panties underneath. The panties that had, in the last few minutes, gotten uncomfortably tight as Wisp's pink cock had pushed out of his sheath only to be caught on the cotton. He huffed and put his small hands on the wooden desk, raising his tail up high and revealing the pale pink skin at the underside of it. The stallion chanced a quick look back over his shoulder and glanced at the tiger as the beast admired the view of the panty-clad male.

"You do know how to tease me, now don't you?" The large male asked as Wisp felt the tiger's paw stroke his rear, "Wearing these, shaking that perfect ass." The tiger's eyes were bright and jovial, almost hiding the ache Wisp's teasing had caused.

The stallion's long mane hid one of his eyes as he smiled back, rocking his hips and licking his streaked lipstick slightly. "Yes, sir. You wanted me to be a good teaser, didn't you?"

The tiger gave a nod and let his thick fingertips stroke up the stallion's rear, to the top of the equine's panties, "You have a real talent for it." Then, hooking the panties he slid them down off of the almost perfect globes of the stallion's ass, revealing the delicate pink skin of the equine's thick ring and down the pale flesh to the back of his pale pink balls. The tiger let his large paw slip down to cup Wisp's scrotum, the large hand quite easily eclipsing the smaller male's balls. He rolled and stroked them gently, making Wisp's eyes close and him bite his lower lip.

"S... sir?" The stallion asked, his voice quavering softly as he felt the paw caressing and teasing him back in return. Wisp's eyes were closed and he huffed, feeling his panties soaking through now as his trapped erection, now rather uncomfortably stretching the fabric, had started to dribble and soak pre into his clothes. He shivered faintly and fought to not push back at the strong paw on him. It was a moment later that he went tense and groaned, a sudden heat washed over his most intimate skin, the tiger's breath hot against the bare skin between his bared buttocks, then the tiger kissed him.

It was a deep and slow kiss, hot as the tiger's muzzle pressed firmly between Wisp's buttocks and the coarse feline tongue drew along the smooth taint, up to the thick pouty bud of the stallion's anus. Wisp was well practiced and trained, his thick pucker a combination of the typical equine ring and a muscle worked and practiced daily. He groaned loudly, sensitive indeed on the thick ring and the tiger's hot breath and tongue drove him to shudder. The small stallion was mindless for the moment, awash on the sensation of this massive feline kissing that thick ring and slavering over it while he growled. The master rimmed him with a paw on his balls, holding him in place as the large feline enjoyed toying with the small male.

The tiger's whiskers flared briefly as he kissed the small effeminate stallion so intimately, growling as he savored the taste of the clean, bare skin and the whorish moaning Wisp gave him at the teasing of his thick ring. The tiger drew back to admire his handiwork. That meaty pucker already stood out and now glistened, the powder pink flesh so hot and sensitive. The tiger had to brush the stallion's long tail aside before leaning in and kissing once more, tasting that bare flesh and then smelling the faint traces of perfume the stallion had hidden here.

"Perfume on your testicles, Wisp? You are a dirty little tease." The tiger rumbled amusingly as he drew back and allowed a thick digit to stroke the stallion's puffy ring, "Did you expect me to get this far?"

Wisp, eyes closed and mind alight with the sensations, was unable to speak for the moment. Instead he simply panted at the respite and the sudden cooling sensation of the spit-slickened ass. The tiger's fingertip caressed him and almost instinctively he relaxed, rocking back some by habit alone. He closed his eyes and knew he was a dirty slut for this tiger, he didn't feel shame though. He wanted to get this tiger inside him and to be used. He wanted to know how much the tiger's lusted after him and feeling that surge of the Master's cum always made him feel satisfied.

With a swish of his tail up high over his back he panted, "Yes, sir. I hoped you would."

The tiger chuckled at his wanton boy, stroking that ring with his left thumb as he reached to open a drawer on the desk. The contents of the drawer rattled softly as the tiger's hand went in and pulled out a bottle of oil. Dull shine from the drawer spoke of other toys hidden within but, for the moment, the oil would suffice. The tiger opened the flask and poured a good quantity down along his fingers and smeared it against the stallion's pucker. The sudden tension along Wisp's body and then a purposeful, trained relaxation of that ring made Partran smile softly. He was a well trained horse.

Partran let his fingers knead that oil against the flesh then push inward, creating a channel as the oil dribbled past the fleshy pucker. Wisp whuffled and blew air out his long muzzle, biting his lip again as he swayed his ass against those slickened fingers.

Wisp loved the feel of those kneading fingers and the sudden slickness of the oil soothing the skin. The massage felt amazing and his ring was sensitive. Then the tiger's finger prodded and began to stroke into him and he reflexively relaxed, pushing back slightly and letting himself be opened for the trickle of the oil. With his eyes closed he could better feel the kneading massage of that pucker and the Master's intrusion into his depths. He felt the first digit slip in and squeezed, hugging the finger as the tiger probed and oiled his inner walls, furnace hot.

The large feline applied more oil until it was easy to slowly work that studmare's ass with two digits, stretching and gaping that sultry heat slowly. Then the tiger withdrew and watched the ring slowly close back. He admired the sight, panties down around his upper thighs, still cradling the stallion's balls and taut around the boy's erection. He smirked softly and applied a copious slick of oil to his own dark skin, then set the flask down.

Partran loomed forward, the tiger's massive frame shadowing the stallion as he lay bent over the desk. One large paw rested on Wisp's beautiful upturned ass, holding the stallion's tail aside in the crook of a thumb. His other paw gripped the base of his inky black shaft and guided the narrow tip up along the glossy pink skin to the thick glistening ring of the stallion's ass. A brush of bare, oiled skin on bare, oiled skin was enough to give Wisp a shudder and make him reach to squeeze his trapped erection through his skirt and panties.

Then he felt the tiger slowly apply pressure. The intrusion was gentle but the tiger wouldn't be denied, it was a steady constant push that speared the stallion open. Despite his practice with toys and hands, Wisp had to force himself to relax, pushing down and out in his belly. The Master was always a stretch. His eyes screwed closed tight as the pressure against his ring grew and the ache began. Burning faintly that muscular ring opened and the stallion could feel his body being opened deliciously.

Tension in the stallion's ring mirrored tension in the tiger's body as he felt that pressure try faintly to resist. Still he pushed himself into the stallion's depths, the sweltering heat engulfing him and the tension making the fur along his spine stand up. The pressure slowly grew until a sudden slip forward and his glans slid into the stallion's ring, making that pouting ring open and then squeze behind the crown of his glans. The tiger released the base of his shaft and admired momentarily the view of that dark cock just starting into the tight, thick ring. His hands now both lay on Wisp's hips and he started a shallow thrusting that always sank further than withdrew. Shallowly at first, working that pucker loose around his immense prick, he began to feel the stallion stretch to take him gradually deeper.

Wisp groaned, hand leaving his painfully trapped erection to lay on the taut contours of his stomach. He could feel the entry even there, his ass was stretching, and it was still faintly uncomfortable at the start, but he'd loosen to it soon. It was the sensation of feeling his own stomach bulge as the tiger's girth was pushed into him that made him shudder strongly.

The tiger's hands held him firmly in place and the larger male rocked his hips slowly, pushing deeper until Wisp felt he could take no more. He groaned and in a quaky voice said, "Sir?"

The tiger's reaming intrusion paused, the vast majority of his oversized black cock having been driven into this petite stallion's upturned ass. He watched the ring grip lewdly near the base of his shaft and those buttocks pushed apart by the breadth of him and growled quietly, "Think you can take the rest?"

Wisp hesitated, stroking the U shaped bulge under his corset and then reached to undo part of the lacing. He groaned as it relaxed some and then he nodded weakly, "Yes sir... I think so."

The tiger could hear the faint groan in those words and, leaning forward, covered the stallion's own small hand on the desk with his own. He squeezed that hand firmly and reassuringly and then sank the last few inches until he felt that overfull rear tuck to his lap.

Wisp was momentarily insensate, the feeling of so much of that heavy cock inside him and the pressure on his prostate was immense. The ache in his guts and that ring stretching girth had his eyes glazed and he panted roughly, unable to draw a deep breath. Still, the reassuring squeeze of that huge paw on his small hand made him relax and shiver bodily. The tiger felt the small hand squeeze back gently and began to slowly withdraw.

Partran withdrew slowly until his cock had almost drawn free of the shining thick equine ring and paused briefly, allowing Wisp a few moments to recover. The small stallion panted and lay there faintly trembling, the tiger admiring this sight of such a willing boy before he began to push forward again, starting a slow lazy prostate-grinding thrusting that drove cum from the stallion in a lazy drool into his panties. Wisp clung to that hand and the desk, awash in the sensations of the slow, easy, oversized fuck. The thrusts began to come gradually faster and that only drove him to shudder more, the long slow building constant orgastic pressure with no climax to it. The tiger's body rolled over him in a lazy slow way that only grew slowly more eager. For how long he lay there being reamed and fucked by the powerful tiger he didn't know. He couldn't think. He could feel and groan and pant, his breath pushed from him each time the tiger bottomed out within him again and those oversized balls swung and rolled against his trembling slender thighs. Were he not laying across the desk he would have certainly collapsed into a boneless heap.

Then, all too soon, the stallion could feel the squeeze of Master's paw over his grow tighter. His mind rose from that sea of sensation to hear the growling edge of the tiger's grunts and he shuddered, feeling the thrusting grow more urgent. Shallow and shuddering thrusts replaced the lazy strokes into him and Wisp gripped with what faint strength lay in him. The slim stallion's ears flattened back a moment before the tiger snarled.

With a cry Wisp felt a jerk and the thud of the powerful tiger's hips to his ass. The stallion, as was his duty, pushed back as best he could when trapped between the oaken desk and the powerful thighs of his Master. His body gripped within and he squeezed the tiger's hand. His eyes rolled back as he felt a sudden bulge travel along the underside of the tiger's prick. It started at the stallion's clenching ring but soon it drove a sudden viscous heat deep into his bowels. The stallion weakly bucked at the sudden heat and weight of that cloying spurt, followed a fractured moment later by another and another. The tiger's weight was held by his tensed arms planted hard on the wooden desk on either side of the "captive" stallion. Wisp's lissome frame shivered and he further soaked his panties with his helplessly drooling cum. His inner muscles so stretched they wouldn't ever be able to grip for a spurt he was simply oozing into his delicates as the tiger's seed came forth in rolling gout after rolling gout into his belly.

Moments awash on the sea of sensation stretched as the pair were tense together, the stallion feeling his stomach bulge with the weight of the Master's gift and he was forced to pant in shallow breaths until he felt the slow partial withdrawal of the tiger from his abused ass.

The tiger watched as his dark shaft began to withdraw from the stallion, craning his head to see that thick ring begin to bow out at the drag of that ebon skin from the slim equine's ass. Cum bubbled from around the ring of the stallion's grip on that dark shaft, the dribble became a rivulet as the tiger withdrew partially.

"oh.. gods.. " Wisp gasped weakly as he lay limp on the desktop, feeling that evacuating slide and the relief from the fluid pressure that had built up within him. He turned his head on the desk, not lifting his long muzzle from the cool wood as he panted, looking back as best he could. The tiger loomed over him, also panting from the exertion. A faint rattle of the tiger's hand down in the desk drawer made Wisp curious despite the blissful well-fucked haze. Then he groaned, thighs trembling and legs going weak as the large shaft inside him, that mass and pressure, was withdrawn completely. For a moment he felt relief as the huge load of tiger cum began to drool thickly from his gaping hole, then he gasped as something cool and slick was inserted.

The tiger pushed the brass plug into Wisp's rump, seeing the gaping, meaty pink ring open again to accept the metal knob. It passed easily into the stallion's gaping ass and the tiger held it in place as he leaned forward, growling softly into the stallion's ear, "Hold it in, Wisp."

Wisp grunted, panting again as he struggled to make abused and stretched muscles work again. Long exercises squatting on fat toys had given him good control and after a few moments of the tiger's paw holding that brass plug in position he felt himself start to grip the base loosely. Only then did Partran remove his paw and daintily lift the now soaked and stained panties back up over Wisp's exposed rear. Then the tiger sat roughly down in his chair with a groan and thump of his heavy frame into the seat.

Several delicious moments passed as Wisp lay sprawled on the desk and the tiger sat in the heavy chair, cock going from rigid to halfhard as he surveyed the stallion's well used ass. Wisp lay across the heavy desk, limp and weak for the moment, his skirt up over his back and his painties dark with his and the tiger's cum. The bulge of the plug could only faintly be seen as a change in contours under the panties now. Still, the stallion lay limply, panting and slowly recovering his composure. Partran eyed the stallion laying there, thinking to himself that there's not quite like a job well done.

End.