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Left in Suspense

"Ugh! Someone entertain me!" The queen huffed as she slumped down in her throne. Though she may have been queen, not a single one of her royal guard moved to entertain her. They were security for her castle, not for entertainment. That, and Talba was quite a laid back queen, and the guardsmen knew her well enough to know she wasn't actually demanding entertainment like the royalty of old. Talba also knew this, but that didn't stop her from making exaggerated sounds of annoyance with increasing volume.

Earlier in the week, she had received word from the east that one of her old friends were scheduled to make a pass through the capitol, and of course Talba was eagerly awaiting her arrival so they could do something together. In fact, that was really all Talba had done all day; the letter had said they were going to be here by the 8th day of the week, which meant they'd have three days together before their family continued westward to the triquatic lakes.

Talba had grown up with Missaria in the castle when they were young, but Missa's family had moved east when Talba ascended to the throne. They kept in touch and Talba was sure to visit Araliptian - Missaria's new home town - as often as she could in between her other duties, but it wasn't often that Missa got to visit Talba in the capitol. This was a great opportunity for both of them to see the sights Arrenthen had to offer.

And because of that excitement, the clock seemed to be ticking slower than usual.

"Come ooonnnnn! You, Knight, tell me, have you seen any blue and red chariots arrive?" Talba demanded of the nearest of her royal guard.

The equine knight laughed at her. "My queen, I've been here by your side for the past five hours. If anyone arrived, I would most certainly not know. Ask Alek. He went out to hang a leak an hour ago." He pointed his pole-arm at one of the other knights, who leaned forward and waved back.

"I wish it was that easy. At ease, you lot. All of you. I'm going to stew in my thoughts for a bit. I'd like for the hall to be empty." She waved her hand and pushed her beak into her other hand, looking truly exhausted. "Begone!" She wasn't actually mad, this was another case of her being silly, but she did request solitude, so each of the guards bowed before leaving the hall.

A few of them disappeared out the massive red-wood main gates, others disappeared down the many halls into the castle, and one even disappeared to the dungeon beneath them. The portly fellow with the cream and chestnut fur who sported a pair of goggles under his helmet and a huge nose ring went straight for the cafe to get something to eat.

As per her request, Talba was left alone with her thoughts. A few nobles passed through, offering a meek bow of respect to her, but for the most part she was alone.

Alone. That's not how she wanted to be. Not right now. Vaulix was still away on business to the north, and likely wouldn't be home for a few months, so her bed was empty. Miki and Arnika had been sent out on a bit of a well-deserved vacation away from the castle, so they weren't around to spend time with. Melvar and Ceylon both had went to Koluma to visit Keran, and Ilorek was busy teaching in Klyneth. Even Vinn had left for the weekend to peddle some potions. None of her companions were around, and she just wanted some time away from her duties, if only for a weekend.

Missaria was what she needed right now. Like old times. Two mares with the town beneath their hooves, as they say. They could go out, drink, party, make a mess of the market, it didn't matter. Missa knew how to have fun!

"My queen?" A random nobleman squeaked out to her from the front doors. It was a tiny, thin-beaked drake wearing a proper blue and gold uniform, the color of Missa's personal escorts. This immediately got the queen's attention.

"Yes? Is she here? Where is the carriage?" Talba got to her feet and hopped down the red-carpeted steps in a few eager bounds.

"If you mean lady Missaria, then no. Not yet. She will be here in about an hour. She wanted me to fly forward and let you know. Your guards are quite lax, though. Let me right in the front doors without seeing my identification. I kept trying to show a badge, and they just-"

"Yes, yes. We're not at war, my avian friend. I see no need for high security. Now, if you could please, fly your little tail feathers out that front door and tell them to hurry up!" She smiled and urged him out the door, her relatively massive frame dwarfing his.

The messenger drake chirped and hopped out the doors before fluttering off and disappearing over the treeline.

Talba followed him out through the front gates, down the path, and under the arch into the market to stand tall, chest feathers puffed out and a broad smile on her face. It was a wonderful, early spring day and there were hundreds of people bustling around in the strip.

The castle was in the very middle of arrenthen, with eight major strips heading out in each direction, each one a major street leading in different directions, with the strip leading from the castle;s front gates heading from there right over the river and into the lake. Lining each side of this strip was the market, dozens of black-stone-bricked buildings lined by hundreds of vendors and merchants with all the wares one could hope for. It was all literally at her front door.

Missa would be arriving soon, and Talba needed to keep herself occupied in the mean time, so she mingled with her people as best she could when she was nearly twice as tall as most non-equine citizens.

Arrenthen wasn't like most capitol cities. Where many kings and queens stayed in their castle, barking orders and dictating their nations from behind a throne, Talba was the kind of queen who actually went out and talked to her people. She mingled, she helped where she could, and even if the situation called for it or if she was in season she'd make one lucky stud happy. She was very casual, one of the people, and that's why people admired and respected her. She wasn't some snooty aristocrat who failed to understand the people, she was a representative of the people.

She even held mock elections every few years and people kept voting for her in droves. She had never lost more than 25% of the vote, and she even personally overlooked the booths to ensure her advisors weren't tampering to make her look better than she was. It was a nice gesture; she'd never actually resign - she was queen, not a prime minister or president - but if she ever did poorly she'd know she had to step her game up.

It was later in the day and the sun was easing towards the horizon, so the market wasn't as busy as it could have been, yet people still stopped to offer a respectful bow to her. It was an act of honor, but most did it now just to annoy her because she'd expressed to virtually every citizen in town at least once that she didn't like being treated as such - even went as far as to issue a public statement 'banning' the bow motion to her - and that just made it worse, so she gave up trying and happily accepted that people actually respected her. Of all the people she knew, her favorite vendor was there with the sausage and egg sandwiches. She loved those breakfast buns.

"My queen. Not often I see you here at this hour." The merchant greeted her. "The usual?"

"Indeed. Not too hungry today, though, so one is fine." She tossed him a single gold coin, which was plenty enough for the meal a dozen times over.

"As you wish." The pudgy equine cook tossed a couple eggs into a circular metal bowl over the fire, stirring it up a bit while he threw a sausage patty on next to it. He also took a bun and let it warm while the meat and eggs were cooking. As he tossed the patty and shook the egg, he made some small talk with the queen. "So what's the occasion? It's not often I see you out of the castle during the daylight hours. Just one of those days?"

Talba leaned against the little cart and smiled. "You could say that, yeah. Got some guests coming tonight, probably around sunset. I want to be here when she arrives. Looking for a night on the town. Will you be around at midnight? I fear I just might need some of your sammiches to keep me sober!" She winked and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well, I wasn't plannin' on being out that late tonight, but if the queen demands it, then I s'pose I could stay in business a bit longer." He flipped the patty again and checked on the egg, making sure it was still cooking properly and not sticking to the metal bowl that it was cooking in.

"Oh, don't give me that. I never demand it of you. But it's fine, I'm sure I can find someone to sober me up. Just, if you're here, you're here and I will be happy to see you. If not, then I will make due. Go visit your family. I'm sure your wife will love the extra time she gets with you." Talba leaned over the side of the cart to get a better look at her food, beak drooling. "Can you double up the sausage on this one?"

"For how much you pay me? I'll quadruple it and add bacon!"

"It's a deal. Let's do it!" She tossed him another coin - this one a silver - as he cooked up her meal. By the time it was done, it was four sausage patties, four slices of cheese, eight strips of bacon, and one extra thick egg disc. It was greasy and salty and every sausage patty was coated with a special spice rub, and Talba practically orgasmed when he finally gave it to her. It was so big it barely fit in the wrapper, but he managed to squeeze it in.

She thanked him and left with a gentle wave, heading east towards the massive bridge over the River Arrenthen that went from the lakes in the mountains to the Great Arrenthian Lake. Talba was seriously considering changing the names of things. She lived in the nation Arrenthen, in Castle Arrenthen, surrounded by Arrenthen City and River Arrenthen and the Great Arrenthian Lake. At least she'd never, ever forget where she came from.

There were occasional carriagescarting their way past her over the bridge - many of which slowed when they saw her eating her breakfast sandwich - but no red and blue carriage flanked by avian guards. At least not until she was done her meal. There were also other passerby walking over the bridge int he designated walk ways, but those weren't Missa.

Then, as she put the last bite of the sandwich in her beak and the last of the sun was disappearing over the treeline, she heard a hooting and a hollering from the other side of the bridge. She glanced over as best she could to see it was, as she hoped, a blue carriage with red highlights and a cream colored mare hanging out the side! It was Missa, finally here after a long trip!

Talba hopped down the curve of the bridge to intercept her carriage, shouting every step of the way. "Miiiissaaaaa!"

"Taaaalbaaaa!" The mare called back with an enthusiastic wave. She quickly hopped out of the carriage to pounce the queen in a powerful hug, bumping breasts and nuzzling at each others' necks before she was embraced and tossed around due to the fact that the queen was much larger than she was. "How have you been?"

"I'm doing quite well, I think! Nobody's tried to assassinate me yet! Well, okay, one did, but then we ended up fucking and now we're fine" Talba gave a final squeeze before they separated. She smiled and winked, deliberately making it ambiguous whether she was sincere or not. Behind them, the caravan of Missa's escort halted.

Missa laughed a bit and flicked her ear. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah! Totally! Some assassin hired to kill me for some reason. I caught wind of it and hired him myself before taking care of his employer first. Then, I told him I knew about his task and offered him a go at me before kicking him out of Arrenthen! Honestly, I kinda wonder how he's doing. I liked that one. He seemed to like it rough, just how I like it!"

Missaria nickered and tossed her mane back, rolling her eyes. "You magnificent slut. I love it!" She nudged Talba before motioning to her carriage driver and avian guards to carry on. She didn't want to halt the flow of traffic. Once the caravan left them, Missa hopped forward in a bit of a trot, head held high and hands up on her chest. "I'm hungry, what can we get to eat? Been waiting on some castle delicacy for days ever since I left home, and I am utterly starving. Got any good food stands?"

"Girl, I have all the food and all the stands you can imagine. Come on, let's get you something to eat and catch up!" Talba pushed her down the bridge and back to the market, where they found the biggest and best fruit stand that had all the most delicious and exotic local fruits and berries. They bought a platter of all the best samplers before hopping over to the next vendor to get some fresh-cooked steaks and jerky. Not much of a proper meal, but it was delicious, that was for sure.

The two of them nibbled on the fruit platter and jerky as they walked back towards the castle. They could have crossed under the arch way and made it through the wall to the castle grounds, but instead decided to sit down at the open food court area just outside the gate at the corner of the roads that went around the castle and down through the market.

"This is pretty damn good." Missa complimented as she tossed one of the purple and white berries in her mouth. "Too bad we don't get these in the east all that often." She tossed another in her maw and chewed loudly with a smile on her face. "Maybe I'll have to steal some seeds and make my own crop!"

"Sure! I don't see why not!" Talba stole some jerky and ripped a strip off it with her beak, casually glancing back to see that one of her guards that was posted outside the gate was staring at her. She turned around and scolded him. "You don't need to keep an eye on me, Kell. I'll be fine. In fact, I'm gonna be busy tonight, so it's probably not the best idea to follow me around tonight, mmkay?"

"Yes my queen." He bowed and poked the butt of his lance to the ground as he stood straight up, guarding the gate under the arch.

"Ugh, I am so sick of those guys watching me and following me everywhere. I can't go anywhere without eyes from the royal guard watching me!" Talba used her claw to slice a strip of the steak off - the edge with the crispy fat - and tossed it back, reveling in its juiciness. "Do you have those problems back in Araliptian?"

Missa stole a piece of jerky from that platter and shrugged. "Not really, no. I have escorts, but I'm not a queen so they aren't as on edge. When I tell them to back off, they back off. Sometimes I like to fuck with them, one guy in particular. He loves it and plays along, makes it a sort of game." She chewed loudly at the jerky, occasionally ruffling her mane and nickering laughter as she recalled the bird escort she fooled around with.

Talba, on the other hand, was getting a little antsy. The sun was down, and the night was upon them. Happily chatting and getting caught up was fine, but she wanted to get some wine in her. Mid way through Missa's tale of her hunky guard, Talba got to her feet. "It's time to drink!"

"Huh? What about the food? I'm still hungry!" She fake a pouty look as she popped another berry in her mouth.

"Where we're going you won't get hungry, for your belly will be full of mead and wine and whatever else you want. You might be hungry, but I doubt you will care or notice. Come on, let's go!" Talba grabbed her arm and yanked her out of her seat as she grasped at the vine of berries, hoping to take it with them.

Missa managed to get the berries and most of the jerky, but accidentally left the steak, still steaming and juicy. She whimpered a bit, reaching out to it as though she was trying to catch it before a fall in slow motion, and that's when Talba reached back and impaled it on her claw, slicing it in half and downing her portion while Missa nibbled on hers.

"Okay, so, the first place I want to go is a royal tavern, just off the marketplace strip. It's not far from here, perfect for bipeds, quads, and everything in between. Super great party spot, and the tavernmaster knows me, so I've always got a spot there. Best mead in town, and the wine they serve is pretty awesome, too!" Talba explained as she rushed Missa down the pathway next to the buildings that lined the marketplace street.

"Wait, you're queen, why do you need to 'know' the tavern master? Can't you just, like, tell people to move?" Missa asked, trotting alongside her.

Talba stopped and shook her head. "No, that's not right at all. I'm sure I could, and once you get a few pints of wine in me I'll be throwing that weight around a bit more, but I like to earn my trust and admiration. No, I only go to places where I've made friends. It helps my image, makes me more relatable. People wouldn't like me if I just forced my way everywhere. But fuck all that, come on, let's have some fun!" She turned from Missa before the mare could inquire further to swing the door open, loudly demanding three pints each. One of wine, one of mead, and one of flavored vodka - the same flavor of the berries Missa had enjoyed.

The two mares made their way to one of the largest tables in the middle of the tavern, loudly proclaiming it to be ladies night out. Since the queen was there, they got a lot more attention than if it was just Missa, but it still would have been pretty fun to have a large, gorgeous noble of a mare there drinking.

All three pints came at once and they alternated between them to try blends, mixes, and fun ways of drinking. Down they went, one at a time, so they ordered more that disappeared equally quick. As the night wore on, they shared tales of their sexual conquests with each other, got caught up on politics (a fun topic when both are spiraling into a descent of alcohol induced madness), and even started flirting with the other patrons of the bar.

After the fifth pint, Missaria grabbed a nearby stallion and gave him a long, deep kiss as Talba and others cheered her on, followed by downing the rest of her sixth pint while she rubbed her hips up against his. The stallion was actually quite shocked by all this, and Talba recognized him as Vas - one of her guards on his rec time. Once Talba noticed who she was, she got in on the action, too, downing her wine and kissing him as Missa rubbed against him.

They got cheers from most of the patrons, which urged Talba to buy a round for everyone. This led to an impromptu drunk song, arm in arm as they chanted incoherently. During the song, one of the other patrons slipped his hand up under Talba's skirt. She didn't know who it was, but she swung and hit a drake square in the jaw, which started an all-out brawl.

Missa and Talba quickly made it through pint number eight as the other patrons brawled around them before slipping out again. Right before they left, though, Talba tossed a pouch of coin to the tavern master and told them to offer one more round to anyone still standing when the brawl finished.

"You're shuch a shhhhit-disthurber!" Missa slurred as they stumbled out the tavern doors.

"Not usually, but some times a queen's gotta...she's gotta have some fun, you know?" Talba wasn't quite as sloshed as Missa was, mostly due to the fact they both drank the same amount and Talba was quite a bit larger, but she was stumbling over her words, too. "I think it's time to head back, you know?" She slumped partially over Missa's shoulder and pulled her into a hug before stumbling down the pathway. It was nearing midnight, and there were only a few random bystanders walking up and down the roads, with only an occasional carriage rumbling down the cobblestone every few minutes.

"I forgot how fun you can be when you're drunk." Missa observed, pressing her hand to Talba's chest underneath her shirt. "Wow, your feathers are so soft!"

The compliment triggered Talba's pride, so her feathers began to stand on end, fluffing out even farther. She lifted her beak up and smiled. "Well, I have to be soft, or people will think I'm hard!"

"Phrasing! Boom!" Missa called, her fingers still running through Talba's chest feathers, occasionally pressing against the underside of her breast that was poking out below the line of feathers. "So soft. So....so very ssshoft!" She gave the queen a gentle hug and nuzzled her snout between her breasts.

"Alright, I think it's time to get you home." Talba suggested, patting Missa and stroking at her mane.

Missa kept her head nuzzling in close against Talba as the two walked down the street, stumbling a bit nearly every step of the way. It was clear both were tired and exhausted from their pub crawl that consisted of only one particularly raucous tavern, and they had to slowly make their way back to the castle. Luckily, the tavern that Talba had guided them towards was only a few blocks away so it didn't take long to get back to the primary gates, which had two guards standing by on ground level and two up on top of the wall.

"My queen." One of them respectfully offered as he bowed. "I see you've been enjoying yourself tonight."

"Might have had a little too much?" The other joked.

"Maybe a liiiiittle too much." Talba agreed, pinching her fingers together to show just how little too much she had. "But hey, I'm doing better than Missa here!"

"That's me!" Missa giggled, still nuzzling into Talba's breast.

"Exactly. Come on."

The two guards opened the door to let them pass, stumbling and shuffling hooves and talons along the ebon-stone path to the castle gates. However, just as they were about to slip inside throught he red wood gates, Talba got a devious thought in her mind and pushed away, walking around the side of the castle into the open courtyard between the protective wall and castle itself.

"Wh-what you you doing?" Missa mumbled, refusing to take her face from Talba's breast.

"You'll see. Just, wait here a moment." She pushed away from Missa, guiding the mare to lean against the castle wall as she went around the corner and squatted behind a bush, lifting her skirt and relieving herself. Once she was done, she came back around to see that Missa was doing the same thing, but rather than squatting down, she just bent over and lifted her tail, making a mess on the castle walls. "Hey, that's my castle!" Talba protested.

"Oh, sorry. I had to go!" She hiked her skirt up again and stumbled back over to Talba.

"No problem. Come on!" The two of them shuffled back over to the open fields of the courtyard, only to see the stables nearby. Talba, who was considerably more lucid than Missa at this point, guided her into the side of the castle that housed all their royal steeds. The entire back of the castle was one long strip with dozens of residences for a combination of horses and ulokar. Horses for the normal sized knights, ulokar for the equine and hippogryph riders that needed larger mounts. The courtyard was quite vast, with gardens for home grown vegetables and fruits, a nice hip-height hedge surrounding it, patio stones, and a large arena for exercising the royal mounts. The cool blue moonlight illuminated it quite nicely, reminding Talba of some of her past exploits alone next to the apple trees.

Missa still hadn't figured out Talba's intentions, so she just squinted her eyes and threw back her head, golden mane glistening in the moonlight. "I don't... I don't get it."

Talba kept pushing towards the closest set of gates, unlocking it and forcing her in, hand up under the mare's skirt to gently caress her moist lips, her beak close to her ears to whisper. "Earlier, in the tavern while you were fondling that royal guard, you said you wanted a stallion to fuck you, so here we are. You have your pick of over a dozen studs." She winked and nodded her head towards one of the feral mounts, all of which seemed small compared to the two mares, who were large enough to ride the larger, more powerful ulokar mounts.

"Wh-what?" Missa's eyes went wide as she glanced over the stable doors to see a large auburn stallion with black-haired fetlocks and mane, her hips pushing down against Talba's fingers. He was a gloriously powerful looking stallion, with a thick neck and well defined haunches. As the two got close, he turned to poke his head over the stall gate and nuzzle into Missa, snorting and tossing his mane around. She shuddered, her knees growing weak.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Talba teased, opening the gate and forcing Missa inside.

The stallion backed away and tossed his head, black mane glistening in the pale moonlight that trickled in through the windows. Missa paused and looked back over to Talba, but then got a devious grin on her face as she leaned up against the stallion's flank. She let her skirt fall to the ground around her ankles as she tossed her shirt over the side of the stall.

Talba's beak curled up in a sly grin as she leaned over the side of the stall to watch. She angled her head a bit to see the stallion's massive member slowly unfolding from its sheathe, the heavy tip of it hanging just above the straw and sawdust of the ground. He was sniffing at the air, catching the scent of the uninhibited and horny mare that was rubbing up against him.

Missa nickered a bit as her hand trailed down the beast's flank, tickling at his belly right next to his member, teasing him a bit before wrapping her fingers around the base. She let out a gentle gasp as she realized just how thick, firm, and warm it was. His flesh wasn't just warm, it was hot to the touch, and that visibly excited her, tail slowly raising and peeling to the side. She lightly trailed her fingers around where the sheathe extended into his cock, surprised at how clean it was. "Wow, you take good care of your stallions, here!"

Talba grinned and nodded. "Well, they are important to the kingdom, to me, and you never know when you want a taste." She laid her beak down on her crossed arms, still watching as Missa fondled at the horse's cock.

"Hmmmm, yesh!" She squatted down and leaned into the horse's knee, careful to not fall over while tipsy. She slowly wrapped her palm around the underside of his shaft and down to the tip, cradling it and bringing it up to her lips. She gave the head a bit of a kiss, sucking on the soft flesh of his glans, tasting the sweet saltiness of his precum and wanting more. Still slow, she licked at the tip, lipping his spongy flesh and nuzzling her cheek to the glistening pink-skinned length.

The stallion threw his head back and curled his upper lip back, exposing his teeth as he hoofed at the hay and sawdust. He bucked his hips and nearly knocked Missa over, but she grabbed a hold of his leg for balance, still sloppily caressing his member. Talba walked to the side of the stall, getting a bit closer to the stallion's head so she could caress his cheek and run her fingers through his mane, reassuring him and keeping him calm.

Below the horse's belly, Missa kept at his cock, slipping the tip of it in her maw as she suckled on it. He bucked again, his motion pulling his cock from her lips and spewing gobs of precum all over her chest. She licked the mess from her lip and rubbed it onto her breasts, her free hand slipping between her thighs to rub at herself, a single strand of her own liquid arousal falling from her lips to the stall's bedding. Her fingers danced within herself, squeezing her clit and soaking her digits, the stirring of her loins spreading her natural equine scent in a cloud of pheromones, further exciting the stallion.

Another wild bucking threw her off her hooves and onto her rump, the cock throbbing and growing as firm as it would as it slapped along his belly, splashing mess everywhere. His tail lifted, and his front hoof scraped at the floor as he lowered his head. His cock tip was growing in front of her, ready to flare out with thick viscous globs of musky pre-seed squirting out against her shoulder and soaking her breasts.

"Whoa, settle down!" Talba warned the stallion, grabbing at the sides of his head and holding him in place as her eyes stared into his. She was actually larger than he was, so the stallion listened and lowered his head, shaking his mane and snorting a bit as he tensed his muscles, cock throbbing and slapping against his belly again.

Missa extended her head forward, trying to get a taste of the salty mess that was spewing out from his cock. When she missed, she grabbed under the rim of his growing flare and forced it against her maw, sucking every bit of precum from it, tongue cradling the underside to guide every drop down her throat.

That final taste spurred her into action, and she quickly rolled onto all fours with her head up between the horse's front legs. Her tail was up high and pulled to the side as he reached back to grab and angle his cock down at her moist lips. Once her palm was cupping his emerging flare, he pushed into her indiscriminately, cock pulsing firm and slapping against her rump cheeks. She nickered a bit and rubbed her cheek against his front knee as she leaned back into him, trying to guide him.

"Good boy." Talba whispered to the stallion, patting his neck and rubbing herself with her other hand. Once her digits were properly soaked, she brought her hand up to his muzzle and let him have a sniff, further exciting him. His tail raised high and his hips bucked forward, his spongy cock tip prodding underneath Missa's tail.

The mare grunted as she clenched her pelvic muscles. She didn't want anal, it was her pussy that was dripping with excitement, her clit that was winking and peeling her lips apart to expose her tender flesh. She had no choice but to grab a firm hold of his cock tip and force it down, her tail flicking and pushing with her palm to force his cock downward.

Another wild buck force his member into her, bulbous tip exploding into her, aided by their combined lubrication. Once he felt her flesh swallow his, he shuffled forth and bucked as hard as he could, his length plunging into her, disappearing between her folds with a wet squelch followed by a guttural bubbling out her pussy as the air was forced out alongside their fluids. She gasped and whinnied, throwing her head back as she felt his firm member spread her open and stretch her lips wide apart, leaning back into it to feel his hot flesh against hers.

"Heh. Good girl." Talba said as she grinned, slipping into the stall next to them. She got to her knees behind the bucking stallion and pushed his tail to the side, carefully darting her beak up into his rump as he thrust, careful to not poke as her tongue slipped out to explore his depths. She had a long history with this stallion in particular, and knew what triggered the biggest orgasms, and his ass was a definite hot button to his climax. Her beak was squeezed in between his cheeks as she licked and nuzzled at his pucker, tongue forcing its way into his bowels, massaging his velvety hole.

"T-Talba?" Missa whimpered from below the stallion, her clit winking and pussy clenching snug around the massive member that was slamming against her womb, threatening to invade her deepest depths. She grunted and pushed back as far as she could, rocking into him to accompany every thrust, her pelvic muscles working hard to keep tight around him. His hot member tensed up, the veins bulging and tickling her nethers time and time again before she felt him buck and shuffle forward, flare popping through her cervix and instantly inflating within her.

A powerful, hot wave of seed filled her, making her feel bloated as every bit of his shaft surged and twitched, muscles tensing and urethra bulging against her clit. She let out a long, drawn out cry of pleasure accented by a whinny and nicker, her mane ragged and tangled due to her barely contained passion. Her clit winked, spurting a trail of fluid down the underside of his shaft to soak a line between his balls and dribble to the ground.

Talba could feel the muscles clenching around her tongue as the stud climaxed, filling Missa with all the seed he had to offer. She rubbed herself thinking of how jealous she was of her, desiring that deposit herself. When she finally pulled out from under his tail, a thick gooey strand of saliva attached the end of her beak to his pucker, only to be cut off and brushed aside from his long strands of hair. His round rump pulled back and he nearly stepped on her knees and calves as he shuffled around.

Missa let out a long, groaning whimper as she felt his girth shrinking and pulling out of her, a suction feeling tugging on her womb as his softening flare popped out her cervix and pussy. The sudden lurch of stallion flesh leaving her with a wet slap as her vulva quickly shut, followed by a hot flow of seed. That pooled between her legs. She reached back over her rump cheeks to collect the cummy mess in her fingers so she could lick them off, reveling in the bitter muskiness of it.

Before she could really appreciate herself, Talba grabbed her and yanked her out from under the stallion. She protested meekly, wanting to rub her haunches up against his belly and suckle on his soaking wet sheath. She realized a moment later why Talba did this when the stallion reared up high and slammed his hooves down, shaking his mane and snorting at them.

"Whoa! Needs to chillax!" She said as she was pulled to her feet.

"He always does that. Now he's gonna hop around like an excitable pup for a few minutes. You watch." Talba cautioned, holding Missa close against her. Sure enough, the stallion hopped around a bit, tail swishing back and forth and head rocking before leaning in to bite at Missa's arms, lip-smacking her before being gently pushed away by Talba. "See?"

Missa giggled and leaned into Talba. Her legs were bowed a bit, her bits a little sore thanks to the vigorous pounding by the horse. She clenched her thighs in together and closed her eyes. A moment later, she started to snore a bit, even though she wasn't asleep.

Talba patted her on the mane and grabbed her clothes from the ground with her talon before slipping out of the stable with her. "Okay, it's time to head to bed for the night. It's been fun. Let's go."

"Mph." Missa grasped at Talba's chest feathers and nuzzled up between her breasts as she was guided down the aisle of stalls. "No, I don't want to go, I want more!" She protested again, but was ignored by the queen, who kept ushering her along.

The two of them passed through the castle's halls in relative silence, sans the clopping of Missa's hooves on the stone floors. Talba had to keep her standing upright most of the time and had to juggle her while she fumbled with the lock on the door to her own chambers. Once she got inside, she immediately tossed the clothes to the side and helped Missa to the bed, gently laying her down and pulling the blanket up on top of her.

Missaria was not to be in the guest room, she got the royal suite.

The mare snuggled and nuzzled into the pillow, curling up in the blanket as Talba undressed and slid in next to her. The moment Missa felt Talba in the bed next to her, she rolled over so her back was cradled in her belly, Talba's beak in perfect position to preen at her mane. The two of them cuddled up together as they drifted off into a gentle sleep. Night was upon them, with the moon piercing the window to give the slightest hint of blue color to accent the red and gold of the royal fabrics that adorned the walls, floor, and bed.

The queen was suddenly woken by the sound of shuffling and a dull thud. She blinked her eyes to see that Missa had slipped out of the bed and was now rifling around in the chest next to her wardrobe, fucking around with all of her toys and other personal items. As the horse-shaped dong fell to the ground next to the chest, Missa turned and looked back to see if Talba had woken up, but Talba closed her eyes so she wouldn't see that she had, in fact, been plucked from her sleep.

She slowly opened her eye again to see Missa was still looking at the things inside, looking at dildos, plugs, whips, crops, leather, rope, and various other instruments of pain and pleasure. She should have been upset or even angry, but last time Missa had visited, Talba told her straight up not to be shy and that the castle was hers to explore, and that included her personal possessions.

In spite of her inconveniently curious nature, the mare had proven time and time again that she was an open book and not only non-judgmental, but also open to many ideas and trying new things, so Talba ignored the invasion on her privacy and instead focused on the fun things she'd do to 'punish' her for it. She had intended on waiting a while to observe, but then Missaria leaned over far, rump exposed over the side of the chest to expose her lips, and came back up with a little black box that had been latched shut.

Immediately, Talba shifted in place and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Good morning." She muttered, rubbing her eyes.

Missa shot a glance over her shoulder as her eyes went wide, face growing pale. "Uh, good morning?" She still held the black box in her hands.

"You know, you really shouldn't go mussing about in other people's stuff, Missa." Talba scolded her as she got to her feet. This was when she noticed it was still pitch-black outside, the moon still high in the sky. "It's not even morning yet, were you unable to wait any longer? Was the stallion not quite enough for you?"

The mare blushed and lowered her head, mane covering one eye as she flicked her tail. "I'm sorry, I was curious though and I could have sworn I heard something in here. I wasn't just going through your stuff, I just-" Before she finished, the box jumped in her hands and she fumbled it, leaving it to land with a thud between them.

Talba clicked her beak and smiled with a gentle chuckle. The alcohol seemed to have worn off and Missa seemed completely lucid so she couldn't be tricked into believing that it was her imagination. Instead, Talba stepped closer and kicked the box to the side, reaching past Missa to grab one of the long leather straps, snapping two folds of it together. "Well, I don't know dear, it's pretty rude to go through someone's stuff. I just might have to show you a thing or two about respecting one's personal space!" She smiled and winked at her, a subtle hint that she wasn't actually upset, but instead was just looking for an excuse to use the leathers on her.

Missa, on the other hand, was still confused and worried about the box that had been kicked aside. She glanced at it, waiting for it to move again but was grabbed by Talba before she could witness anything abnormal. She saw the wink, she smiled back in acknowledgment, but couldn't get the image of the black box hopping out of her hands out of her mind. "But-but, that thing moved!" She warned as she was spun around, her breasts pressed against the cool black-stone wall.

"Yes. Yes it did. I wish you hadn't seen that." Talba agreed as she held both of Missa's arms together behind her back. She used the long, thin leather strap to wrap both her wrists up together, doing figure eights around both forearms so that all that could be seen between her hands and elbows was the glistening sheen of leather binding her arms together. "That's a little creature I've captured and tamed. Has a sort of gelatinous form, able to alter its form and be whatever shape it wants. Happens to like extending parts of its body out in tendrils and likes to explore. Now that you know about it...well, you'll see." Talba roughly turned Missa around so they could meet eyes, slamming her rough against the wall.

Missa's expression was fierce yet playful, rebellious but compliant. "Oh? Well now you have to show me." She struggled a bit against the leather that held her arms outstretched behind her.

"Oh, I will." Talba warned before surprising the mare with a ball gag attached to a simple bridle where the bit would be. She quickly forced it into her mouth, pulling it back tight and latching it taut around her head. "But I think you have been a very poorly mannered mare, and I fear I just might have to punish you. I still owe you from last time."

Despite having a salty red gag in her mouth, Missaria offered a smile as she shook her mane, leaning back against the wall to look up at the taller, more dominant Talba. She hiked her tail up and spread her legs a bit, anticipating a certain level of masochism from her.

Their last encounter had a promise for some whips and chains, but was cut short when Vaulix came home early. Talba invited Vaulix in for some fun, too, but he was a kinder, gentler soul who didn't care much for the idea of dominating others or being dominated by others, and Talba couldn't bring herself to carry on knowing that her mate was sitting this one out. Their night ended prematurely, and they'd been waiting months to have some time alone again and Missaria was eagerly anticipating the release of pent up dominance from Talba.

Talba pressed a single hand to Missaria's chest to hold her in place, the long hairs of her wrist fetlocks tickling at the pert pierced nipples as she leaned over, grabbing a leather-tipped crop from her chest of toys. With her fingers still against the mare's chest, she gently tapped her clit with the end of the crop, rubbing it up and down between her folds to moisten it before giving another firmer tap.

"Aah!" Missa let out a gentle gasp as she scraped her hoof on the stone of the floor, tail flicking between her and the wall. She bent her knees, squatting down a bit to rub herself against the shaft of the crop before having it pulled away to give her another firm tap, this one making an audible slapping sound. She doubled over, hands still bound by leather behind her back.

"Excuse me, I didn't give you permission to move." Talba scolded as she brought the end of the crop up to Missa's neck, smearing her own fluids against her chin as she slid it all the way up to her lips. She kept the mare still with it as she reached over to her wardrobe, opening it to reveal a series of long leather straps wrapped around hooks on the back wall and inside of the doors.

Missa whimpered at the sight, knees shaking as she slowly stood up straight again. She had no leverage in this position, and could only whine and nicker as she tossed her head, hoofing at the ground as she grunted against the salt-lick ball gag.

After a moment of rummaging through the wardrobe, Talba turned to Missaria with a huge coil of leather over her shoulder, as well as a thick collar with a D-shaped metal ring in the back. She quickly wrapped it around Missa's neck and tugged on the hook with her finger, pulling Missa around so that her back was to the queen. Naturally, she lifted her tail up high as she leaned over, pressing her cheek and shoulder to the wall, as though she was being apprehended and put in chains.

Though she expected leathers, she was shocked to feel a tug on her tail as Talba folded and wrapped her long luxurious hair around the base, leaving her tail a nub as leathers were wrapped around it. She looked back and tried to swish her tail, only to see the tiny nub flicking back and forth like a tiny switch. Again, she nickered and threw her head back, a gentle whinny escaping her maw from around the gag.

"Oh, what was that?" Talba growled as she grabbed the leathers that were binding Missa's arms, roughly tugging her back until she was leaning against the hippogryph's bare chest, nestling her shoulder in between the soft pillowy breasts. Talba leaned down and nipped at the mare's ear before whispering, "I hope you are ready." Before Missa could respond, Talba wrapped another few coils of the flat, broad straps of leather around her midsection, yanking and pulling to ensure they were tight and firm. However, the added pressure made her bust more pronounced, breasts sticking out far.

Alongside one final tug where the end of the leather strip was fastened to itself, a hook looped in under the coils of it, Talba reached around Missa's form to tug on her nipple ring. She gave a gentle squeeze followed by a gentle tickle around the nipple and capped off by gently yanking on the barbell and sliding it side to side in the piercing hole.

Missa's legs grew weak as she leaned back into talba, her body getting tightly bound from the head to the waist. She had a thick leather collar wrapped around her neck with a D-shaped hook or two on the back, a mass of leather wrapped around her belly, and a long intricate knot of leather binding both her arms behind her back as well as a salt-lick gag where the bit would be in a tightly fastened bridle. Her heart was racing, her nethers throbbing, and her breasts tingling with anticipation of what was next.

Naturally, she was so excited there was literally streaks of dark fur on her inner thighs trailing out from her pussy thanks to the drooling arousal her lips were leaking. She squeezed her legs together as she felt a wink building in her clit that she couldn't stop. As her lips naturally parted and her clit folded out, she felt a gentle stream of fluid squirt from her depths to make a sweet scented puddle between her legs. She glanced back at Talba in horror as they both caught a glimpse at the patch of moist dark carpet beneath her.

The queen didn't say a word, she simply brought the crop up between Missa's thighs and tapped each leg from the middle, telling her to spread apart, an implied command which the mare reluctantly obeyed. A moment later, there was an audible snapping sound as leather slapped against exposed clit, bringing the mare trembling to one knee.

"Oh, no you don't, Missaria." Talba reached down and grabbed the big tab of metal that was attached to the leather wrapped around her belly, yanking her back up to her hooves. "Stay here, and don't move." She commanded, cradling the crop up under her arm while she grabbed what looked like an extended cat-o-nine-tails from the toy chest. The contraption had a big ring of metal at one end and a series of hooks on the tips of each leather strap. It was clear that Missa was genuinely terrified of this instrument, so Talba winked and smiled a devious smile at her. "Don't worry, I won't hit you with this one, it's a suspension kit for that." She pointed up to reveal a golden hook hanging from the ceiling connected to a rotator cuff.

Missa looked confused, so Talba quickly put on a demonstration by reaching up high and extending the blunt end of it with the metal ring up to the golden hook and letting go, leaving it to dangle there in the middle of the room between her bed and wardrobe with what looked like a dozen hellish leather straps swaying gently with the hooks all at about Talba's belly height. Rather than vocally explain, the Queen roughly grabbed at Missa and yanked her backwards until she was within range of the suspension kit.

Talba grabbed the dangling hooks and put one into the back of the bridle and another two latched in on the collar around Missa's neck. Each of the hooks had a little metal valve so that once it was latched in, you couldn't get it out without squeezing the side of the hook and carefully extracting the metallic loop.

Now stuck with the device, Missa tried to fake an attempted escape by digging her hooves into the carpet and kicking off, only to have the suspension kit yank her back and leave her dangling from the roof, her knees just above the ground. She was about to get to her feet when Talba roughly grabbed at the metal tabs on the leathers wrapped around her belly and lifted her up off the ground to leave her dangling by the belly, legs kicking wildy. She could touch the ground, but only by extending her feet down and tipping her lower half down so that the straps were slack around her collar and bridle.

While her mare pet was getting her footing, Talba latched another thick leather strap to the binds that held her arms behind her before tossing the crop onto her bed. "Good girl. Now, don't kick too much or you might end up swinging around, so you might want to stay still a bit." She advised before stepping nimbly around Missa's suspended body, dragging the crop along her side and up against her cheek before burying her head in the toy chest again, coming out a second later with a long, extendable metal bar with loops on either side. It was a leg spreader.

Missa squirmed in place, clenching her thighs together as she let out an extended grunt, long mane hair falling over her eyes. She heard the wet splashes of another spurt of her arousal hitting the ground beneath her, so she closed her legs up even tighter, the moisture from her depths soaking her inner thighs.

"Well then, I might have to be a bit more strict if you can't contain yourself, Missaria." Talba warned as she grabbed another long ribbon of leather and tossed it over her shoulder. She came back and forced one side of the spreader bar against her inner knee, the un-latched end of it wrapping around her upper calf as she locked the firm leather in place. She tried to grab the mare's other knee to part her legs, but Missa kicked at her, catching her in the gut.

Talba reeled at the impact a bit before reaching back to her bed to grab the whip. She got to her feet and stood tall as she extended her arm to give Missa's voluptuous lips a firm smack. As the mare was squirming in pain, moaning against the salt lick gag, Talba roughly parted her knees with the spreader bar and wrapped the harness around her opposite calf, leaving her with her thighs in a V-shape, further exposing her pearly vulva and dripping pussy flesh.

However, her legs could still bend, and Talba knew she'd get another indignant kick if she didn't do something about it. Before Missa could realize this, she grabbed a hold of her inner thigh with one hand and the leather strap with the other, wrapping it tight in a figure eight between thigh and calf, squeezing tight to keep her knee bent as much as it would comfortably go. She quickly did the same to the other and latched the leathers to the suspension apparatus, resulting in her being completely immobile as she gently rotated in place.

Missa tried to fight back against her binds, only to find that her motions were more than an impotent wiggle that made her rotate in place. Her idle defiance was met with another loud thwack as Talba firmly cracked the crop between her parted legs. She let out an impotent cry of pain into the ball gag as she writhed in pain, only she couldn't bring her legs together to protect herself from the next, equally firm slap against her pussy lips.

"There we are, dear. I am glad to see you understand that you are mine." She gently pressed the loop of leather at the end of the crop up between Missa's pussy lips, getting it covered in her juices before forcing it into her. She thrust it in and out, rotating it inside as Missa squirmed and tried to resist, her clit winking intermittently as slimy trails of her fluid dribbled down the underside of the crop's length. Talba pulled it out and used its warmed leather to rub at the underside of the mare's engorged clit before pulling away and tossing the crop to the bed again.

The queen - now fully confident she wasn't going to get kicked - got down to one knee behind Missa and grabbed at either of her voluptuous rump cheeks with either hand, parting the mare's lips with her thumbs and buried her beak in the tender, sore folds. Missa clenched and winked at first, canal squeezing shut and clit peeling out with an accompanying squirt, but Talba just kept licking, her luscious tongue lapping over the tender folds.

The bound mare's protests dissipated into moans of pleasure as she felt Talba's tongue on and in her, massaging the soft, stinging flesh that had been whipped and beaten. A pleasant alternative to the painful whipping.

"Well, I'm glad to see you taste as good as ever, my dear mare. Very sweet. You must be in heat, am I right?" Talba commented just before dragging her tongue slowly from clit to taint. She licked her beak and pulled away, rubbing her hips up against Missa's. For a brief moment, their clits touched, and Missa's fluids smeared up Talba's belly, mucking up her fur. She slipped a couple of fingers inside herself, parting her lips and rubbing at the flesh before she used those same fingers in Missa's pussy, coaxing another wet wink and grunt from her.

Talba got back to her feet and walked around Missa until she was in front of her, tail hiked up to give the mare a good look at her royal under-carriage as she walked away. She bent over slowly and dipped into her toy chest again, leaving Missa to watch as her own clit winked and shuddered in anticipation. A moment later, she stood back up, keeping her back to the suspended mare as she put on a belt of some sort made of metal-studded leather. When she turned around, a massive red horse dong swung around at hip level. She was wearing an equine strap on!

"After that tryst with the stallion in the stables, I hope you are prepared for this." She warned as she kicked the black box from earlier across the room, leaving it on the ground next to Missa. After coming to a stop, it seemed to twitch again before staying still.

Missa whimpered a bit and glanced back and forth between the box and Talba, who was walking back over to her, holding the thick toy in her hand and squeezing it tight, the force making the flare expand a bit.

She stuck the massive red horse cock dong in Missa's face, using it to slap her cheeks from side to side before hopping back behind her. Missa was struggling a bit, resisting the tight leathers, but that made her spin in the air a bit, so Talba grabbed the thick rod of the suspension kit where it parted into the dozen straps, holding it firm and keeping Missa from rotating any more. Once she was at the right angle, Talba held the tip of the strap-on between finger and thumb, pressing it up against Missa's tender lips.

There was only a brief bit of resistance as Missa clenched her pelvic muscles before relaxing, allowing every inch of the toy to plunge into her to the base, the firm leather of the harness smacking against her rump cheeks. She tried to let out a nicker, but could barely muster a single noise thanks to the gag. She clenched her pussy tight, grunting as she pushed down in a feeble attempt to force the toy out. She failed miserably as Talba pushed up into her again, hands wrapped around her hips for leverage as the toy's blunt tip burst through her gaping cervix, still open and loose from the stud.

"Someone's nice and ready for me, I see. Clearly you're in that part of your cycle, or else I wouldn't be in your womb right now. Go on, grunt for me, sweetie." She dug her fingers into Missa's hips and pulled out slowly before jerking up into her again. Talba, as a hippogryph mare, lacked the finesse and power of a stallion, but that didn't stop her from plunging the toy in and out of her tied mare over and over again, grinding her hips against Missa's rump every time until she felt the pop and release of the toy's head puncturing her cervix into her womb.

"Mrph!" Missa grunted and tried to wiggle her hips a bit. She was staring at the box with wide eyes, having seen it twitch again, only this time it nearly fell to its side. The only thing she could do was grint and tilt her head towards it, but Talba ignored her and kept at her pussy with a series of slow, powerful thrusts.

After many attempts to get the queen's attention, Missa let out a sigh of relief as Talba pulled the toy completely from her swollen lips, leaving her gaping and drooling fluids all over the ground between them. However, rather than investigate the mystical jumping box on the floor next to them, she slipped a few fingers between Missa's swollen lips, parting them and coating her digits in fluid before plunging her entire hand inside.

Missa whimpered and squirmed against the pressure of Talba's hand, squeezing against it and trying to force it out. Much like the toy, it just held her fist snug inside her as her clit winked and spewed more of her arousal into the flowing mess of Talba's wrist fetlocks. She threw her head back as best she could, rocking her body against the bulge of the queen's thick knuckles, but she couldn't quite squeeze them out. Normally she'd have loved that, but she couldn't take her eyes off the box, and as she was watching she saw it twitch again. Then again. And a third time in quick succession.

Anticipating something bad, Missa wailed into the ball gag but was drowned out by the sound of snapping, the locks breaking off the box and the lid flying open! Instantly, three thick gooey tentacles burst in different directions, lashing about and slapping against everything from the floor to Missa's belly. The look on her face morphed from cautiously curious to terrified in a split second as more tentacles grew and extended from the gooey mass in the box.

Talba laughed and balled her fist up inside Missa, pumping in and out a few times before violently yanking her hand from the mare's trembling depths, leaving her gaped and drooling. She got to her feet and marveled at the glistening shine that Missa's pussy had left on the horse cock toy. She rubbed it up and down its length, enjoying the slickness of it as she mostly ignored the gooey tentacle creature that was writhing and slithering out in every direction, the suction-cup-like lamprey styled tentacle tips feeling anything and everything.

Two of the tentacles were headed in the general direction of the two mares, with one of them wrapping itself around Talba's calf, the toothy sucker tip prodding and nibbling at her every step of the way. It extended itself outward, biting at her inner thigh before latching onto her rump cheek.

The second tentacle did a similar thing, sliding up around her thigh and slipping between her legs to poke and prod at her belly before extending forward just under the Strap-on's horse cock length. It pressed its tip around the underside of the shaft and inched upward until it was reaching out towards Missa's tender, exposed flesh.

Missa squealed a bit and struggled only to have the many leather straps keeping her in place, the spreader bar leaving her knees parted and pussy exposed to the gooey tentacles of the beastly creation that was gradually emerging from the box. The tentacles kept shifting in color, but seemed to rest longest on a sort of aqua or teal color every time they extended farther or gripped onto something. Another surge by the fluid-looking beast had the tentacle closest to her reach out and latch onto her clit, the nubbly 'teeth' clamping down on her flesh and sucking in place as another tentacle extended from the side of that to slip into her.

It created the oddest sensations, the surface of the tentacles remaining static while the insides shifted and wiggled and sloshed about within, like a water balloon with jelly filling it. She shuddered a bit as the firm part gave her clit another suck before releasing, the extended, shifting tentacle prodding into her womb, thickening and extending within her, pussy spreading wide and lips distending around its girth.

Talba chuckled as another tentacle crawled up her inner thigh to do the same to her, toothy protrusion clamping down on her clit before sliding up into her pussy, parting her lips and prodding at the opening to her womb. She squeezed down tight and winked her pussy lips at it, soaking it as some of her pent-up arousal dribbled down its sleek, shifting skin. She laughed as she watched the other protrusion pump more of itself up into Missa, the length of it squeezing and extracting in waves as it sucked more of its gelatinous insides up through the tendril and into the mare's depths.

"You know, Missa, this tentacle beast here is a very unique creature." She started as she lined up the tip of the slick horse cock toy against Missa's soft anal ring. "It doesn't feed in the typical way, it will actually prod around with its tentacles before finding a host - usually female - and binding her up until she's unable to move. It will then find her genitals and create a tendril to slip up into her, sinking deep until it reaches her womb." She paused a bit as she leaned into the panicked mare, the toy popping into her rump with ease; though she expected protest, Missa seemed more worried about the amorphous blob that was pumping more of its mass into her.

Still, Talba carried on her explanation, slowly pushing the toy deeper and deeper into Missa's backside. "Once there, it will suck its entire body into you and form itself as it were your offspring, absorbing nutrients the same way an unborn foal would. Then, after a few months, it will come out on its own, probably at the most in-opportune time. Usually they prey on cows and ulokar, but in this case, an estrus mare with a gaping cervix will do." She lifted her leg and pulled away from the tentacle that was deep in her womb, squeezing her vaginal muscles to force it out in a juicy wink.

That moment was when the creature realized the safer, warmer hiding spot was in Missa. "See? I've proven too much of a hassle for it, so now he's all yours, dear." Talba slowly thrust a few times into the mare's shapely ass before pulling out and letting the creature pump and suck its way into her womb.

Missa cried out and resisted as best she could, but the tentacle had long since latched on her inner walls and was resituating itself in her womb, the other tentacles retreating into the blob in the box before the mass was pumped back into her. She felt a bloat in her lower abdomen, but was shocked to feel it wasn't unpleasant, the skin of the creature must of numbed her because she felt neither pleasure nor pain, only a growing pressure and weight in her womb.

She looked away as the last tentacle's mass was shifted through the dexterous, gelatinous that was lodged in her pussy, concentrating on the sensations as the source ball of goo shrunk and shriveled, leaving only a single tendril dangling out of her pussy, shortening itself as it was sucked up into her.

"Well, this is the moment of truth, isn't it Missa? There's only two ways to get this thing out of you right now." Talba got to her knee and rubbed at either of missa's rump cheeks as the final traces of the tentacles were sucked up into her. "The first is a herb mixture which I don't have at the moment."

"HMPH?!" Missa whipped her head back and struggled, trying her best to push and contract her abdominal walls, hoping to force it out. Sadly for her, its anchor was too thoroughly lodged within her womb.

"And the second is...." Talba paused as a crackling sound started to echo out from between Missa's legs. "The second is a bit more shocking."

A second later, there was a palpable tensing in her sex as a current started flowing from Talba's one hand to another, a glowing electricity coursing through her tender flesh and concentrating in the tentacle beast's jelly core. Missa squirmed as best she could, only to feel a sharp pain accompanied by a loud crack as Talba pulled her one hand away, a visible burst of light exploding from it as an arc of lightning connected the tentacle beast to Talba's talon.

All at once, the jelly beast seemed to melt and explode from her cunt in a sloppy mess, every last remnant of it dribbling out over her clit to land in a goopy puddle beneath her. She felt empty, yet satisfied.

Talba didn't bother waiting or mocking her anymore. She quickly stepped around to in front of her mare guest, releasing the leather strap from the bridle and pulling the saliva covered ball gag out of her mouth.

The first words out of Missa's maw was an excited, "I didn't know you could do that! Next time, YOU get tied up!"