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It was a quiet Friday afternoon and Maple was just checking her mail when she noticed she had received a surprise package, as she hadn't ordered anything. It was a small plain box, when she checked the label she discovered it was from her therapist.

Bringing it in, she opened the box up, inside was a note and something wrapped in paper. Maple took the note first, reading it over.

“A little something to help with what we discussed last session. Wear this when you want to show off your true self." Last session… Last time Maple spoke with her therapist, she had divulged how she had difficulty talking to guys at bars, clubs or any social situation really. She went to these places to mingle and meet guys, she didn't want to be single forever! But every time one actually approached, she would get nervous and freeze up! They always thought she was ignoring them. As she found out, a six-foot-four cow staring someone down can be pretty intimidating and she manages to scare them off before she can find her words!

At this point Maple was willing to try anything and said as much to her therapist. Eagerly she ripped into the paper covering this object, but found herself a little confused by what she saw.

It was a collar, black leather, a bell hung from it that caught the light and shined with a bright, golden luster.

Maple cocked her head as she looked it over. It was well made and kind of cute… but how was this supposed to help her talk to guys? Was it just her therapist's attempt at some kind of placebo effect?

Well, she did say she was willing to try anything, what harm could a little collar do?

She shrugged to herself and slipped it around her neck, she didn't feel more confident, or any different at all for that matter. Though she wasn't sure what she expected, it was just a cute little collar.

Later that night Maple got dressed up to try her luck at the bar, she had almost forgot she was still wearing the collar, it felt so natural to wear that she could hardly notice it was there.

She picked out a cute little black dress that matched the black collar well and left a lot of her black and white fur showing. It showed quite a bit of her substantial cleavage as well and hugged her curves tightly, making for an overall very enticing and sexy look.

Maple decided to try out a different bar tonight, one she hadn't visited yet. It was a bit quieter of a place, but still fairly crowded on a friday night, the crowd here seemed to be more working men looking to have a drink and blow off steam.

Maple leaned against the bar and ordered a drink, sipping it as she looked around the room, seeing if any guys caught her eye.

One stood out pretty quickly, an absolute hunk of a horse, tall, muscular and handsome. Maple wanted to walk over and introduce herself, but just the thought of doing that brought on an anxious tightness in her chest and she couldn't bring herself to go through with it.

So much for that collar helping…

While she was having her internal struggle however, someone approached her.

“Hey baby, nice dress." a deep voice spoke from behind her. Maple turned to meet the voice, before her was someone who couldn't be any further from the equine she had been eyeballing. He was a pig, both in personality and his actual species, going by the way he was eyeing her tits completely shamelessly. He was quite overweight and much older than Maple. She wanted to tell guys like him off, but her anxiety always got the better of her and the most she could manage was some mumbling and trying to look as disinterested as possible.

“Thanks." Maple said, with a ditzy little giggle.

The word had exited her mouth almost automatically, like some kind of nervous reflex or something.

“It'd look even nicer on the floor." he added, flashing a lecherous grin.

Maple wanted to roll her eyes at such a cliché line, was this really his way of flirting with women? Maybe it worked thirty years ago on women who were totally shitfaced… probably the last time this creep got any action.

“I think you're right." Maple said, giving him a flirtatious smile in return.

Wait… why did she say that? How did she say that? She still felt that knot in her chest. Her heart rate was rising as the sleazebag ran a grubby hand over her arm, frozen in place she couldn't bring herself to so much as pull her hand away from him, let alone openly flirt with this creep!

“What's your name, gorgeous?" the pig asked.

Maple couldn't help but feel a little flattered, even when the compliment came from someone like him.

“Maple." the cow said, with all confidence she never had. “But you can call me whatever you like, handsome." The collar, maple, realized, the collar must be doing this! It was affecting her speech somehow, making her more receptive to this creep's advances.

“Whatever I like? What if I just wanted to call you a dumb cow?" there was a hint of spite to his words, like he was challenging her on her statement, like he didn't believe her.

“I'd say it's pretty accurate." Maple responded, unable to believe the words coming from her mouth.

A smug grin spread across the pig's face. “Really now? Well you know the only thing dumb cows are good for, right?" “What's that?" Maple asked without missing a beat.

“Taking dick and making babies, of course." the pig said.

What was with this guy? Was he trying to get laid, or did he just come to the bar to see how far he could go harassing women until they got sick of his shit? It felt like it might be the latter as he reached up and began to grope one of Maple's breasts through her dress.

“Sounds about right." Maple proudly said as the collar forced her to play into the pig's sexism. This guy was a disgusting, perverted creep. An old fat guy who just walked up and started degrading her, if it wasn't bad enough that this stupid collar was making her say everything this guy wanted to hear… but she was starting to get turned on by it! Maple's embarrassment ran deeper than ever, how could she get turned on by this asshole? Was the collar doing this too?

“Good to know there's actually a woman out there who knows her place." the pig said, his other hand joining the first in molesting her chest. “How about you come home with me and I'll give you everything a dumb cow needs?" “That sounds lovely, but what should I call you, stud?" Maple responded.

“Heh, you can call me 'Daddy'." he said. “Now let's go."

“Yes, Daddy." she said in response as the pig grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along with him.

Maple couldn't believe this was happening as she meekly followed behind him. She couldn't help it, couldn't stop her hooves from moving, but it didn't feel the same as when the collar made her speak, it didn't feel so… automatic. Could it be that… deep down she wanted to be taken by a man like this? To be treated like an inferior?

...To be bred by a stranger?

That last thought sent a shiver down her spine, she wasn't on birth control, it wasn't a safe day, the odds of carrying this pig's baby was extremely high if they actually had sex. Yet she still followed him, one hoof in front of the other.

No. It had to be the collar, she couldn't actually want this, she was better than this, better than him. She had more self worth than to want to be viewed as… nothing more than a set of holes.

Maple blushed, realizing that her panties were completely soaked.

Soon the bovine found herself in the passenger seat of the pig's truck. As he turned the key and the old engine rumbled to life, he leaned back in his seat as far as it would allow.

He unzipped his pants, pulling his erect cock from his trousers. Maple's eyes were immediately glued to the hog's fat dick.

“Truck's gotta warm up, in the meantime, you can't expect me to drive like this, can you?" he grunted out.

“Goodness, that looks uncomfortable… and tasty." Maple said, blushing.

“Heh, you sure know just what to say. But let's put that mouth to its real purpose, eh?" Reaching a hand over, the pig grabbed Maple by the back of the head, pulling her down into his lap before she could say anything else.

Her nostrils were immediately assaulted by his musky scent as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her cheek. He smeared pre-cum into her short black and white fur like he was marking her as his.

As he lined up his cock to her lips, she hesitated for a moment, keeping her mouth shut, before eventually relenting. Could she blame the collar on this too? As soon as she opened her mouth, he shoved her head down and forced his cock deep inside.

Maple's eyes watered as her gag reflex was abused, her throat stretching to accommodate his girthy member. There was no taking things slow or easy, the pig was focused solely on getting off and Maple's mouth was just a hole to achieve that goal. He held her by her blue hair, sliding her up and down his cock like a fleshlight, pounding her throat rapidly until, with a groan, he blasted his thick, salty load inside of her.

As Maple's head was released, she pulled away, coughing and gasping for air. The pig stuffed his cock back into his pants and began to pull his truck out of the parking lot.

“Heh, sounds like you had a good time." the pig said with a chuckle. “Bet you loved the taste of my cock, didn't you?" “Y-yes, Daddy." Maple shakily responded.

“Of course you did. Sucking dick is what your mouth was made for." he laughed. “...and don't worry, I'll have plenty in the tank when we get home, I'll get you nice and knocked up." “Thank you, Daddy." the bovine responded.

The rest of the ride was mostly silent, occasionally interspersed with another degrading comment from the pig, that Maple would just submissively agree with or even thank him for. She couldn't believe what this collar was turning her into.

Eventually they pulled into a quaint little house on the outskirts of town, a second truck in the driveway, halfway taken apart in efforts to fix it up, or strip it for parts.

The pig escorted Maple inside. The inside of his house was fairly messy, dirty clothes just thrown wherever, food wrappers and beer bottles adorning his table.

“Heh, don't mind the mess." the pig grunted out as he shoved some of the clothes from the couch and onto the floor. “This place is still in need of a woman's touch." What a bastard…

He then turned to Maple with a wide grin, slipping a hand between her legs, he began grinding a pair of fingers against her panties, rubbing her sex. He chuckled as her face twisted in pleasure and she began to both tremble and moan.

“Fuck, you are soaked down here!" he exclaimed. “Someone is excited to become a mom." Maple blushed with embarrassment. Meanwhile the pig grabbed her dress by one of the straps, he yanked it down, attempting to pull the garment off of her. He was impatient and rough, Maple wanted to tell him off or at least warn him to be more gentle, but she soon heard the rip.

The bovine didn't have long to dwell on how expensive that dress had been. As the pig pulled the garment totally off of her he pushed her forward, bending Maple over the arm of his old couch. With another tug he pulled down Maple's black lace panties and his own pants were soon to meet them on the floor.

“Moo for me." he grunted, as he began to grind the tip of his hard cock against her wet sex, his free hand groping and squeezing her ass.

“Mooooooo!" Maple bellowed, growing higher in pitch as his cock was rammed inside of her.

There was no warm up before the pig buried himself balls deep inside and started railing her, pumping his hips like a piston. He had little regard for her pleasure, caring only about his own desire to blow his load inside of a fertile and unprotected womb.

Not that it mattered, despite the selfishness of her lover, the intense fucking felt amazing and the thought that she could wind up pregnant made Maple's legs tremble. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, that the man inside of her was nothing more than a misogynistic asshole, that the life-long consequences of what they were doing should terrify her. But somehow, it felt right, it felt good. Was this really all the collar's fault?

Every thrust made Maple's body jiggle and shake, her moans intermixed with more little moo's. This seemed to excite the older man as his thrusts grew more and more frantic. Then she realized… Neither of them were going to last much longer.

“Beg for it, beg for me to give you my brat!" the pig grunted out.

“Do it! Breed me, Daddy! Knock me up and make me a mother!" Maple cried out, loud enough that it could be heard well outside of the house.

With a final thrust the pig buried himself deep inside, his cock throbbed and pulsed, pouring his thick and virile load deep inside her waiting womb.

“Yes! Yes! I'm going to be pregnant!" Maple screamed out as came with him in a shared climax. Her pussy clamped down, milking his cock for every drop of life-giving sperm as she continued to cry out in pure ecstasy.

In the afterglow, the pig was breathing heavily, a dopey smile on his face.

“Fuck… that was amazing. You're the best lay I've ever had." he huffed out, his softening cock slipping from Maple's used slit.

There was a strange feeling of pride at such a crude compliment, because she knew he actually meant it.

“I need a drink, then we can go again, make sure it takes." he told her, before crouching down, fishing something out from the pocket of his discarded pants.

“Oh yeah, you should get this fixed, it suits you." the pig said, tossing something onto the couch in front of Maple.

It took the cow several moments to register what she was looking at. One of her hands crept up to her neck feeling where the collar should be.

It wasn't there, it was in front of her with a broken clasp… It must have happened when she was giving him a blowjob and he must have pocketed it when he got out of the truck… But that would mean…

Maple's mind flashed back to the words her therapist's note had read.

“Wear this when you want to show off your true self."