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Dorsal sighs as he walks up and down the aisles of the dealer’s den of the convention. The slender slightly buff orca with his unique purple skin with soft white belly has a light pink line matching where the white and purple meet would otherwise make him stand out in any normal setting. But with other multi-colored anthropomorphic people and fetishism items up for sale at various tables, what would be something unique becomes one of many.

One long table to his right expresses the nature of the convention. “Toys-4-U” sign hangs over the table. Slick rubbery sex toys man the table as they have a long display of various adult pleasure items, lubricants, and two kiosks to order “custom orders” behind the toys are two long racks of rubbery suits lined up. A mob of people swarm the toys busily working the table, as a customer or two can get behind the table to pick a suit and try it on behind raised curtains.

Another table right across the aisle is a similar company called “Toys Fur U” where rubber suited people man the table with a large section of rubber suits on display with all sorts of suit taking care of supplies. All of these tables and more would normally draw Dorsal’s attention but something else was on his mind.

“Where are you? You didn’t come back to the room last night,” he mutters to himself as he bites his lower lip, his tail bumps into someone.

“Watch your tail,” the random human remarks.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dorsal replies as he feels a vibration in his pocket. His heart races as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his smart-phone, his eyes light up when he sees the name, Carmia. His heart races as he fumbles with the phone, eventually sliding his fingers across the screen, sliding his passcode as he reads the text.

“Hey! Sorry about disappearing on you… and then not messaging. ^^ I’m so sorry hun. But I was offered an AMAZING chance to wear this suit. It just made my skin crawl in all the right ways, and I lost track of time. I got tired and had to rest. I know, I should have text, but you know how hard it is to suit and text. ;) Come to room 813. I want you to enjoy this suit. The door will be unlocked so just come right in! Love you!”

Dorsal lets out a sigh, his shoulders slump, tail lowers slightly as he texts back, “I’ll be there soon. My sweet love bird.” He pockets his phone before muttering, “You’ve been missing for a day and a half. This suit better be damn fantastic to make me worry like this.” He rushes through the crowd and heads back to the hotel.

Dorsal approaches the elevator and gives one look at the line that snakes around as he promptly turns around and mutters, “Taking the stairs,” as he takes his alternative route. Dorsal jogs up the set of stairs, passing a few people who are heading up and down. Dorsal didn’t even break a sweat when he reaches the eighth floor. He rushes down the hallway, passing pizza boxes and other fast foods left outside of the various hotel rooms. A sign on one door says, “Josey & Jerimy Jack here” with a heart around the name. He squeezes past the hotel maid’s cart. The sound of crackling plastic coming from the room she’s working in, the door open gives him a quick glance of a room in total disarray with tons alcohol on a table and some fur suits drying out in the other corner.

A normal for him ignored as he goes past the room numbers 810, 811, 812, finally 813, a corner room, the door angled unlike the other doors which are flush with the wall when closed. He knocks on the door, “Hello? Carmia? It’s Dorsal, are you there?” suddenly his phone vibrates and dings.

He knocks again, “Hello?” as he pulls out his phone and sees it’s another message from Carmia.

“Hey! All that suit-wearing really made me feeling empty inside. So I am just going to get my fill. Please come in the door is unlocked and try the AMAZING suit laying on the bed. It’s a real-life changer. Talk to you soon! Love you!”

Dorsal’s shoulders slump ever so slightly as he reaches for the door handle and turns it. With a soft click, the door opens, and he’s instantly greeted with the familiar heavy scent of rubber reaches his nostrils. Warm afternoon light fills the room as he steps inside, the door slowly closes behind him with a click as he steps forward. He passes the massive bathroom with a hot tub built right in, and a mirrored glass sliding door on the other.

“Hello?” he calls out, “Carmia told me to come in,” he says with a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he walks deeper into the room to reveal a large canopy bed on the opposite side of the room. Black sheets cover it, white pillows contrast them but laying on top of the bed, is a sleek black rubber pony suit. Thick cuffs on the ankles above the hoofs and on the wrist, with a square rings on them. A full body harness with two O rings envelops the torso of the outfit, which hang loosely around it. Buckles along the back show where the straps can attach and complete the ensemble along with a heavy horse harness necklace. The straps wrap around the breasts and slide between them tied to a second O ring, providing a real sexual version of a workhorse.

Dorsal runs his fingers across the outfit, feeling the smooth rubber along his fingertips, his tail lifts slightly and sways side to side, “This looks great. Carmia would love to wear something like this. I can… somewhat see why she’d lose track of time. But she could have let me know!” he lets out a huff of annoyance, “But…” he flips the suit around, the latex unlike a normal empty suit appears to have a bit more force and thickness to the latex skin, preventing it from collapsing upon itself like a normal suit.

“I don’t even know how this could fit all of me,” he remarks as he looks back at his big purple orca tail, “But that never stopped me before,” he continues as he slips out of his clothes. Placing them nicely on the side of the bed, he slowly reveals his sleek body. His hands run across the interior of the suit, the rubber gives under his fingertips but has a slight spring back to it. The smooth rubber feels like it has had a thin layer of polish-lubricant placed within it, causing his hand to slid even easier than expected.

Dorsal opens the suit more before sitting next to it. With a flick of a wrist he folds the front of the suit over and slips his feet down into the suit’s interior. The rubber buckles and spreads as he slips his feet down, but it quickly bounces back into shape. He reaches down and runs his fingers across the dark-grey rubber, gripping and pulling along the sides as his feet slide down with amazing ease, like his feet and legs are running down a water slide.

The suit’s ankles grip around his feet as he pushes down. The cuff at the base of the feet spreads slightly causing the real first point of resistance for him but as soon as he gets past it his feet slide into the hooves with a pop and sudden release, causing his feet to jerk right into place, and hit the base of the hoof.

Dorsal admires the tight form fitting look of the equine suit. His hands run across the smooth rubber, already there is no wrinkles to smooth out, it's simply on in the most perfect impossibility fashion, “I can’t even tell my feet are there,” he wiggles his toes in the space, but the hoofs remain firm and solid as ever.

He tugs up more on the suit, his crotch meeting the inside crotch of the suit, his tail hangs out of the end as the rubber horsehair of the tail rubs along his own. He slips his hands into the suit, stretching the chest as he finds the holes for the rest of hands and arms to slip into. He rolls his back and pulls at one arm at time. Like his feet his hands slide in with incredible ease. There was no, slide a little, tug pull, pull tug, slide a little more, tug pull, pull. It was a sleek slide into the suit itself. His hands fitting into the fingers like a glove made for him. He pears over the dangling rubber head and wiggles his fingers and feels them up to discover just how perfect of a fit, it really was.

Dorsal’s breath grows heavier, he feels a tingle of delight rush down his spine, his nethers tense in delight as arousal caresses his body ever so slightly. But there is more to be done, the head of the suit is folded out, the hole to fit is head is right there along with the rubber to wrap around his shoulders.

“I never seen one where the zipper stops so far back, I hope this can fit well,” he worries as he spreads the neck open with his rubber covered hoof fingers and slips his head in, snout first. The rubber wraps around his head as only the stretching around the neck and harness collar slow him down at all, eventually it gives way, allowing his head to pop in, the rubber envelops him completely darkness gives away to light through the eye holes, his mouth slips perfectly into the horse muzzle, while the rubber that would normally be rolled up and pressing down onto his shoulders slips over and around.

The scent of rubber fills his nostrils, exuberating sensation rushes over him as only his tail and back remain exposed. The rubber stretches and creaks around him as he arches his back, helping as much of the suit over him as possible. He stands up, feeling the tight rubber, running across his sides as he pants. As he reaches over to attempt to find the zipper, he hears a soft nicker, a squeak.

“You already got this far without me? I’m sad and impressed at the same time,” chuckles Carmia. Dorsal tenses and attempts to turn around but feels himself stopped by Carmia’s firm but tender grip, “Don’t look yet. I want you to be in this with me, together,” she nuzzles along the back of his head, pushing through the black rubber hair.

Dorsal shivers as his naked back feels warm rubber clad breasts press against his back fin as he replies, “There is only so much one can fit into this given… well my tail and back fin doesn’t make things easy,” he blushes through the suit.

“Oh hun. Don’t worry, just let me do the rest, but no peeking,” she sings with a soft muffled chirp-neigh as Dorsal tenses up and nods.

“Okay my love bird. I trust you.”

Dorsal shudders in delight, he feels the rubber pressing back against his growing arousal, as a tingle of pleasure runs through him once again. He grunts and groans as the rubber wraps around his body, an odd sensation comes over him, like something he’s never felt before. His center of balance shifts slightly as if a weight behind him disappears, “Is everything okay back there?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Everything is fine, I am just activating some of the suit’s special features to help you fit inside.”

“Special features?” she asks.

“Don’t you worry,” she chirps as he feels his back become fully encased in rubber, the sound of a zipper sliding up along his back side before the belts are fastened and tightened. The dangling O ring on his back is tightened and secured into place. The straps squeeze and hold onto him. The weight of the latex breasts pressing against his chest, add to the feminine sensation with his subtle curves, and harness helping him squeeze into shape.

“That feels really good,” he mutters softly.

“I know right? It does feel amazing once its on. But just you wait. It gets better,” she replies.

“Better?”

“Yes,” she tightens the last strap into place, “There we go. You can turn around sister,” she giggles.

“Sister?” he asks curiously as he turns on his hoofed feet. His body wobbles as he almost falls over but with a tender caressing hand on his latex clad body from Carmia he manages to keep standing upright and to see a carbon copy of his equine self standing right there before him.

“Carmia?”

“Yes, my darling?” she responds.

He smiles, “It’s great to see you.”

“It’s great seeing you too,” she responds with a nuzzle as she leans against him and nuzzle licks, the rubber tongue sliding across his own face, feeling so… real.

“Carmia did you just…” he trails off as his eyes light up.

“Yes, and isn’t it amazing? These are super advanced suits from the suit toy company downstairs.”

Dorsal thinks back down at the dealer’s den, and then all the reviews and comments about the Toys-4-U suits, “Oh… oh wow. How did you get a hand on these?” he asks as he leans in and nuzzles.

“We can talk about that later, but first, I’ve missed you so much,” she replies as she pushes him down onto the bed. The bead creaks as they bounce on top of it, their equine bodies shine in the sunlight that shines through the windows as they squeak against one another.

“I’ve missed you too. I was so worried. You should have at least sent me a text or something.”

“I know. I know, but I was just,” she runs her hands along Dorsal’s belly as he lays flat back against the bed. He shivers and tenses, pleasure building within him, “You can see how I can lose track of time in one of these things.

Dorsal grunts and moans his lower region tenses, “Y-yes, I can see that, but…. Hmmm,” Carmia runs her hands lower, gently caressing the female sex between Dorsal’s legs. He grunts and bucks his hips slightly as he feels her warm fingers caress this unfamiliar yet pleasurable sensation.

“I-is that what I think it is?” Dorsal asks his hands runnings across the bed sheets as he squeezes them, his toes would curl if he could feel them.

“It feels great doesn’t it? It’s all part of the suit’s special features,” she replies as she runs her fingers along the outer edges of the sex, pressing in slightly before pulling out, giving Dorsal a simple taste of what there is to come, “See?”

Dorsal nods and looks at her as she smiles down at him, “I know how to please one of these far better than you do. Why don’t you let me warm you up for a bit? As an apology for my absent mindedness? After that, the real fun can begin.”

Dorsal feels his cheeks beat hot as he looks away bashfully, “Well… if you put it that way. I suppose I can forgive you this one time…” he trails off as Carmia spreads his female sex with her hoofed fingertips once more. Dorsal feels the pleasure rush through him, as if she was gently caressing the tip of his cock, but it's sharper, clearer, even needier than before, and in a totally different yet just as exposed feeling part of his body.

Carmia’s tail flicks as she presses her breasts up against Dorsal’s. They squeak and creak against one another, sliding across the smooth semi-reflective surface. Dorsal feels his nipples… yes nipples grow hard, an odd sensation but one that feels delightful nonetheless, perhaps even more. His hips buck up against Carmia’s touch. Her smooth tantalizing touch, as her fingers play across his sex like an expert pianist on a piano keyboard. Each key pressed is a new sensation, a new delight, a mini explosion of pleasure that rushes through him. His hips tense, his sex winks at her, the cool air of the room teases him as he feels the warmth of her touch egging him on, to relax, and enjoy.

Dorsal moans softly as he presses up slightly against her, his eagerness for her to continue apparently in his squirms and in his purple haze colored eyes, the same as hers. His mind wandering not on the inconsistencies that plague the back of his mind with this but on the pleasure, on her touch, on her. Her palm rubs along the entire length of his opening, she presses down, her fingers cupping his crotch as he grunts out again, warm juices rub onto her palm which she gladly rubs back into him, the warmth tingling around his nethers and slowly spreading outwards.

Carmia leans in, as her hoofs rub up against Dorsal’s, the thick hoof wall bounce against one another, the vibration and touch numbed but felt through his own hoof. The hoofed version of foot play, hoof play. She runs her hoof around his, legs grinding against each other while his thigh feels the dripping warmth of Carmia’s own needy sex. Dorsal reaches around and gently caresses his lover’s rump, his hoofed fingers run across her behind, as her tail flicks with excitement.

Carmia knickers softly with a hint of a pleasure chirp underneath. She leans in and nuzzles along Dorsal’s neck, their harnesses rub against each other like their bodies, which softly tugs against their smooth latex skin.

Dorsal grins and nuzzles against her, the horse snout almost real as of it was his own face, “Someone is enjoying herself,” he chuckles.

“I could say the same about you. Master will be so pleased how eager you are.”

Dorsal tilts his head, the words bounce in his head for a moment before he asks unsurely, “Did you say Master?”

Carmia nods, “Yes. For wearing the suits, we get to be his play things for a little while. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Well… um….” he blushes a bit.

“Come on. You know how much you’d like the idea,” she sings.

“T-true…” he squirms underneath her as he then tenses as he hears a chuckle.

“I am so pleased you agreed to the terms of service,” states a deep voice. Dorsal looks over to the direction of the sound as Carmia looks over to the voice with big wide eyes of excitement.

“Welcome back Master,” she sings as Dorsal sees a tall deep black rubber looking draft horse. His masculine physique one Dorsal instantly becomes slightly jealous of as the rippling muscles and strength are one of his stunning sleek living latex like features. His body shines in the sunlight as his heavy orbs hang between his legs, his equine member already peaking through its sheath, the head glistening as the red of his body is towering as his head almost hits the ceiling revealing his near seven-foot-tall stature.

Wrapped around his form is a domineering set of a body harness, similar to what they are wearing, save for a distinct lack of cuffs around his ankles and wrists. He struts over to them as his blue stern eyes gaze down at them, “Enjoying ourselves? Hmm?” he asks.

Dorsal feels a shiver run down his spine, his masculine physique driving an instinctual sexual drive within his body causing suit female sex to twitch in delight as his presence, “Y-yes.”

“That is Yes, Master to you. As Carmia did explain our agreement, didn’t she?”

“Well… she sorts of just did right now…” Dorsal trails off as he looks over to Carmia who stares at the new horse with lustful gaze in her eyes.

“Sorry Master. He was already wearing most of the suit when I came back from getting something to eat. I just couldn’t help put the rest on him and then inform him of the agreement.”

The equine nods, “No matter. It’s agreed upon once the suit is fully on you. Come my sexy mares. Kneel before the head of the herd and provide me with an appropriate greeting,” he commands as Carmia quickly slips off the bed and kneels before the Master horse. Her snout brushes up against his balls as she breathes in his intoxicating aroma, her body visibly enjoying it.

“Come darling, join in serving Master,” she knickers.

Dorsal swallows a lump in his throat and nods, “Okay…” he trails off as he looks up at the Master horse. His strong body sends shivers down his spine, his female sex twitches, arousal burning through him, egging him closer, silencing those pesky words of doubt, or concern as he kneels before him.

“Do as your fellow mare is doing,” he commands as he stares down at him.

Dorsal nods nervously as he sees Carmia licking across the horse’s heavy sack that springs a sense of awe and jealousy to him. He moves in closer and runs his tongue across the free hanging fruit, the taste of slick latex against his tongue, surprising at first, he’s tasting anything at all but then a burst of pleasure, enjoyment, arousal runs through him. He licks against the sensation grows as his body rewards him with each servicing lick. And within moments the hesitations within his movements melts away into adorining licks like one trying to lick their way to the center of a tootsie pop.

He eyes his lover passionately lick and servicing her ball, her hands caressing and massaging the back side of it as soft pleasure pants from above ring out in their ears of how good of a job they are doing. Dorsal tries to emulate his lover, matching her movements as he thinks, “A bit of a threesome while having fun in these suits? Not a bad thing. I could get used to this.”

The Master watches the two mares easily submit to his will. A grin crosses his face as his immense equine cock begins to poke through. The flat horse cock head, flares and throbs, glistening in black latex, and internal sheath juices as pre-cum dribbles down from his cum hole, down the length, hitting his sheath and drips down the center of his sack which Carmia eagerly snatches up before Dorsal can even react.

“That a bit much love?” he thinks, unable to speak as his mouth is too busy caressing the heavy orb in his hands. He looks up, his eyes widening as he sees just how big he is, the length alone would put most men to shame, and the girth was just the icing on the sweet cake that is his throbbing meat of delight.

Dorsal pants as he sees it, his female sex twitches in delight, his body imagining for him the sensation of what it would be like to be pounded by such a massive length. Peering straight into his body, over and over again, throbbing flesh, quivering moans, his arousal doubling every few minutes as he feels memorized by it, so much so that he doesn’t even notice that Carmia is doing the very same thing.

The Master looks down at the two horny mares and smirks, his piercing eyes lock onto Dorsal as he feels a shiver run down his spine, “I think I will have you first. I love to feel first timers,” he chuckles.

Dorsal tenses and gulps, he looks away from the horse’s gaze only to find himself unable to look away from the throbbing length towering over him. His body jumps slightly when he hears him command, “On the bed, on your back. Carmia, you are free to use his head as you’d like.”

“Thank you Master!” Carmia sings as she with slight reluctance and once last tender lick pulls away from him and slips onto the bed. Dorsal feels the same reluctant urge to stay close to the equine’s nuts, but the words, the command echoing in his head is far greater compulsion as he climbs over to the bed which creaks under the weight of the two rubber-clad harnessed mares.

Dorsal looks over to the Master horse as he feels another shiver, the towering muscle of a man, made him feel weak and lustful. His female sex twitches as he sits on the edge, he looks back over to Carmia whose tail swishes behind her in excitement, she kneels at the head of the bed, legs open, sex exposed, showing a glistening drip.

“Come on, don’t be shy, you will just LOVE it,” she sings as she reaches over and helps lay him down. Dorsal struggles with the sensation in the back of his mind that something is off, that he is missing something but as he lays down completely, he looks up at Carmia who caresses his head, their purple eyes lock and those concerns melt away under a blissful warmth. A warmth that his head is turned towards as he smells Carmia’s sweet scent mixed with intoxicating latex aroma.

“Spread your legs,” commands the Master as Dorsal feels a compulsion to do so. His shyness overridden by the forceful command of the steed standing at the edge of the bed. As Dorsal exposes himself the cool air brushing up against his needing sex, he feels the heavy length of the horse cock rest against his belly, pushing up almost to his breasts.

“How is he….” Dorsal thinks before his thoughts are cut off by the pressing of Carmia’s sex against his lips. The warm fluids dribble out of her, his tongue slowly extends to taste the savory rubbery flesh. The sweet warm liquid rolls onto his tongue as his lower regions tense as he feels his legs spread even wider as the Master’s fat horse cock head presses up against his sex.

“Good girl. Since you responded so well, I’ll go nice and easy for your first time,” he chuckles as he tightly grips Dorsal’s thighs, he pulls back letting his warmth length drag along his belly, letting him feel the weight, length and girth of what will soon be inside of him.

Shivers run down Dorsal’s spine, his body twitching in unknown anticipation, his sex winking at the stud as he prepares to breed him. The Master lets the cock head drag down, till it presses at his entrance. Dorsal breathes heavily through his nostrils the air laden with that sweet aroma as his tongue slips in deeper into his lovely mare.

His focus switches, from the sweet female sex before him to the the one he now has, as the Master spreads his opening nice and wide. He feels his insides rippling as his body instinctively grips onto the length. His entire body tenses, hands gripping firmly the bed sheets, legs twitching as the Master slips his mighty length into him, inch by inch.

Dorsal has to pull away from teasing his beloved to look down at what is transpiring between his legs. The Master horse holding his legs firmly, keeping them spread as Dorsal’s eyes go wide as he can see that already only a fraction of the length has been pushed into his body. His hot liquids squirt soaks themselves onto his length, hot rushes of pleasure spring through him, as his vaginal walls ripple with the ever deepening push into his very being.

“I… ohh… gaahhh,” Dorsal cries out as the stud pushes in another inch, slides into depths into his body that he never knew he had, nor even thought possible. A subtle bulge in the rubber shows just how far he has traveled and as the horse pushes in even further, Dorsal feels that this is just the beginning.

“How is this possible!” Dorsal cries out as his head is caressed by Carmia, she moves up so the back of his head can rest on her sex, her juices soaking into his raven colored rubber hair, as the warmth moves up into his mind, as the pleasure shoots through his body, bringing him to the brink, pushing him over, like being body checked over a cliff, only to find that, THAT was not the brink. That was a simple step up a long staircase, leading up to true and ultimate pleasure. And each step he was pushed over, there was another waiting, seemingly endless new heights, one record broken after another, inch by inch driven into his body at impossible amounts.

The Master horse chuckles deeply, “That is exactly what she said, when I took her the first time, and she just begged me to let you feel the same. I was all too happy to oblige,” he remarks as he bucks his hips firmly into Dorsal, his sheath meets Dorsal’s crotch with a wet squelch.

Dorsal’s eyes roll out into the back of his head, he reaches for his belly, rubbing it, feeling the subtle outline and pulsating mass that is shoved into him. Not a hint of pain. Just pure unfiltered delightful lustful, reality bending pleasure.

Dorsal’s inadequacy grew ever higher. He squeezed with all his might around the horse’s length. It added to his pleasure, his wanting for him to go deeper, to push it in all the way, but also to begin to thrust into him like the powerful steed that the Master is. Yet at the same time Dorsal feels, like he is clearly the weaker of the two.

“Do you like how I feel in you?” the Master asks.

Dorsal’s lip quivers as he feels the answer swell within him like the cock lodged in, “Y-yes,” he moans.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Submit. Call me Master. And I shall give you all that you desire, and so much more,” he states as he lets out a huff of air. The words echo within Dorsal’s mind. Carmia looks at the stud with dreamy eyes. Dorsal tries to look away but finds himself unable to. The Master’s strength, overriding everything else. The words build up and he lets out a pleasure filled.

“Yes!”

The Master grins widely, “Good,” as he pulls his length halfway out of Dorsal’s body. The member as it pulls back leaves a trailing emptiness that he wishes to be filled with once again. A source of aching void that is nagging and wanting to be made whole once again, and with a firm heavy thrust, it is. Dorsal screams out in delight, his body quivering as the Master’s heavy balls smack against his ass and crotch.

With firm-controlled thrusts, the Master begins to rut the inexperienced mare in the art of sexual intercourse. Dorsal’s entire body jerks up against Carmia’s body. Carmia caresses but also tenses each time the Master pounds into Dorsal’s body. Each time she tenses, she pants a bit more, memories of her own session fill her mind, the void sensation left by him, crawling in the back of her mind as she stares at her lover’s sex be completely wrecked by the huge length pistoning in and out of his body.

Dorsal finds himself entranced by the rhythmic actions of the Master. His black shining latex body reflects part of his own body over it. His buckles jingle slightly as his body takes the cock over and over and over again. The heat of the Master pounding his length into him builds the fire within his own body. The pleasure increasing to the point he could no longer speak. Only moans, nickers, soft neighs are able to escape his lips. His hands holding tightly onto the bed, as Carmia does her best to prop him against her. Her sex twitching with each thrust as muscle memory comes back to her.

The scent of sex and latex heavy in the room, as Dorsal is unable to look away from the mountain of muscle so expertly taking his vulnerable mare body. Truly the head of the herd, he takes great pleasure in training into Dorsal’s body that HE is the one that is in charge, and that SHE is the one that NEEDS him to take him over and over.

Dorsal feels as if he should have climaxed a dozen times over by now. In fact, he’s sure he has climaxed a dozen times over by now, but the pleasure that this great steed has been forcing into his body feels even better that there are a mere background pleasure, passing delight, an added side dish to the main meaty course that the Master is giving to her with great force and provado.

The heavy sack bounces off of her ass again and again, they churn with seed, pre-cum constantly leaking out of his length, which makes the entrance even slicker, allowing him to pound faster, harder, deeper. Then it happens.

The Master lets out a loud neigh, as he slams himself as deep as he can into Dorsal, Dorsal screams out in submissive delight as he feels the Master’s warmth flood into his body. The hot gooey seed is pumped into him like a fire hose. Wave after wave, his belly bulges more as he feels the horse’s essence fill every nook and cranny of his insides.

Steadily the Master pulls out, his length still out, throbbing, dripping with a white creamy rubbery seed-liquid. The Master takes a deep breath, his cock twitches as he looks up to Carmia, “You’re next. You’re due for a second helping.”

Carmia tenses, her thighs pressing down onto Dorsal’s head to a point where it is almost uncomfortable, “Yes of course Master! Where would you like my dear sister?” she asks with a tail swish of excitement.

“Switch places. Perhaps you can do a good enough job to taste a bit of what I gave her,” he chuckles.

Carmia nods, “Yes Master. With pleasure!”

Dorsal still in a bit of a haze, his body heavy from seed, is helped by Carmia who is eager to take his original spot. Dorsal blinked and next thing he knew, he was where Carmia was and she where he was. His sex slowly oozes with the Master’s liquid pleasure. And one Dorsal feels Carmia’s tongue run across his sex, her body shivers at letting that warm rubbery liquid run down her tongue as she eagerly spreads her legs out for him.

“Once you had a taste, you’re always willing to come back. Always,” chuckles the Master as he grips Carmia’s legs, spreading them even wider before he simply slams his slick cock straight into the new hungry hole, which is all too eager to be filled once again.

Dorsal moans as he feels Carmia lick, but his eyes widen as he can see the outline of the Master’s cock slip right into Carmia’s body. In the back of his mind he would wonder how a small bird like her can take something so big, but Carmia’s lick across his opening, into his needy hot vent, distracts him from completing the thought.

Newton’s laws of physics is working overtime as the Master pounds into Carmia’s body, the force travels through her and up against Dorsal who has the new job of keeping his loved pinned against the powerful steed that is now rutting her. Squelches and squeaks are barely heard over Carmia’s moans, which she makes between tender licks of Dorsal’s dripping sex. Her snout tip presses against Dorsal’s vent, slowly spreading him as Carmia takes deep breaths to press in deep into Dorsal’s spread sex.

The sensation of the horse muzzle spreading his body, felt wonderful, he milks his lover’s snout as he rubs and caresses her breasts. He tugs at the nipples, getting back into focus, but no matter how wide, Carmia spreads him, or how deep she licks, that needy, the want to be filled again is not stated but simply teases him for the real thing.

Carmia lets out a needful horse noise whine, as the Master unleashes his load into her. Dorsal watches the spread and flood of the horse’s seed be outlined within her body. It spreads and grows farther and wider than what was done to him. The sensation that something is off is washed away when the Master pulls out his length, this time his cock begins to slink back down into its sheath dripping heavily of Carmia’s juices and seed.

“In the future I might be gracious enough to let you enjoy what remains, but… since it's your first time I need to let you recover,” he remarks with a smile as Carmia pants heavily.

“Thank you,” Dorsal responds as he thinks for a moment, his body feels heavy with the equine’s seed, his hands gently caress his bulging belly, months of work out and dieting seemingly gone in just a few minutes.

“What was that? I didn’t hear my name.”

Dorsal tenses, “Thank you Master.”

The Master grins, “Better,” he responds as he simply watches. Carmia rubs her full belly, her body squeaks as she slowly sits up.

“That felt better than last time,” she mutters.

Dorsal squirms as he leans in, “Better than me?” he feels his cheeks warm.

Carmia reaches over and gently rubs his snout, “What do you think?” she asks with a smile gently nuzzling him as they felt simply too logged down to even want to move.

Dorsal blushes again and looks away, “W-what now? How long do we… um….” he trails off.

“Forever of course!” Carmia sings.

Dorsal eyes go wide, “Forever? We can’t wear these forever. And serve this wonderful, handsome, sexy stud of a steed forev… wait why am I?”

The Master smirks, “That was the agreement. Don’t worry, you won’t wear those suits for long, and let's be honest. Do you think you could go another day without having me?”

Dorsal squirms and wiggles, his body sloshing around a little as he feels the weight of the seed left within him grow even more so. He bashfully looks away from the sleek rubbery horse as he gently rubs his hands together, “But…”

“I could do your butt, but I prefer that sweet, sweet, sex you two sport. And for a virgin, you did good.”

“I’m not a virgin!” exclaims Dorsal as he looks at the Master then quickly averts his gaze again, “I’m not a virgin. Me and Carmia done it a lot of times.”

“With you as a slutry mare that you are?”

“N-no…”

“Virgin. But don’t you fret. I’ll break you in no time, I just need to wait for just a little while.”

“Wait? For what?” he asks with a little apprehension as Carmia wraps her arms around him and gently caresses his belly, her own around belly pressing against his back.

“For something nearly as delightful as being fucked by Master,” she says as she rests her head on Dorsal’s shoulder. She tightly embraces him as he squirms a little with a soft squeak.

“I… what do you mean?” he asks nervously as Carmia rubs his belly which feels sensitive to the touch.

“You’ll see,” she sings as Dorsal feels his uneasiness growing, while the hollow need within him left by Master’s cock, steadily grows. He looks up at the horse who stands there, waiting, watching, his muscles tense, his anticipation hanging in the air around him, as Dorsal feels the weight in his belly grow heavier, condensed. The oblique round shape of his belly grows more defined, as areas around the sides, below and above flatten out, revealing a nice pregnant-like belly. Dorsal squirms more as Carmia holds him in place, not with a force, but her grasp keeps him from truly fighting against her.

Carmia’s hoofed hands touch and rub along his bulging belly. Her soft caressing hands make Dorsal shudder as his stretched skin feels so nearly arousing sensitive. Warmth spreads wherever Carmia touches, calming him further as he leans back against her.

Suddenly his muscles tense, his body squeezes down as the bulge shifts slightly. Dorsal shivers as the movement sends shocks of pleasure through his system. His muscles instinctively squeeze again as the bulge moves down then back up almost to its original location.

“You have to push dear sister,” sings Carmia as she rubs the bulge.

“P-push? What do you mmmeeeeeaaaaahhhh” Dorsal cries out as the muscle contraction happens again. The instincts come to him as he begins to push with them. The bulge pushes down slowly, push by sensitive lustful pleasant push.

Steadily Dorsal feels his sex begin to spread and move as his walls contract down onto whatever is inside of him. He pushes harder, the spreading within grows, moving further down, his sex dripping heavily, as he arches his back and moans. He squeaks and rubs up against Carmia who holds him close to her.

Another wave of contractions, more pushes, more waves of pleasure as his sex spreads from the inside, pushing out. Wider and wider his sex stretches, his body feels the ecstasy build within his nethers as a creamy white cum-colored egg begins to break out of his body. Dorsal’s eyes go wide before another wave of pleasure forces him to close it, the egg spreading him even further as he gets closer and closer to the point of no return.

“That’s it just a bit more,” Carmia urges him as the horse says nothing, he simply watches, his cock peeks out of his sheath as he does so.

Dorsal pants heavily, he pushes and squeezes the egg slips in slightly, his legs quiver as the pleasure felt like a building climax. He pushes again as the egg crests against his walls as it sits on the cusp of making it across the widest point. His body on the brink of pure nirvana bliss.

“Come on, one more, push!” Carmia encourages him on as he pushes out, the egg slips out completely as Dorsal screams out in pleasure, his body rocked with a climax that burns with warmth and delight, but instantly leaves him feeling hollow, empty, a wanting to be filled once more.

Dorsal pants as he looks at the slick smooth rubbery egg. Not a single flaw with it. Dorsal’s hands shake in shock and surprise, his body squirms as he reaches to feel the egg. Its shell gives slightly to the touch, smooth like the rubber he is wearing, but with zero give. Dorsal squirms, “That’s it. I need to get out of this thing!” exclaims as he squirms in Carmia’s grasp.

“But what about Master…” Carmia says with concern.

“Screw Master, this is too weird for me!” he responds as Carmia looks up at the Master.

“It’s alright. You both can get out of your suits now. You won’t need them anymore.”

Carmia looks at him curiously but nods, “Okay. Dorsal dear, let me help you out,” she says as she reaches for the zipper that he is desperately trying to get out of. Dorsal’s squirming makes it a little difficult at first but when he hears the sound of the zipper unzipping, the cool air brushing against his dorsal fin which springs out from his back, a calm comes over to him.

His panting heavy, the slick sweat runs down his back makes his back feel even cooler in the air as he lets out a soft sigh, the zipper pulls back completely as he reaches under the shoulders and pulls back. The rubber grips his face but with a schlunk he pops his head out. His eyes wince at the light as the caress of the air around him sends a shiver down his spine. His panting continues as he begins to wiggle his arms out out.

The rubber clings and massages his orca skin but does not keep its hold as he grips and slides one arm out with a pop and then the other, sweat dripping from his fingertips makes it hard to get a grip, but Carmia helps him with it, that is until she begins to have her own contracts.

“Carmia are you okay?” Dorsal asks, the suit half off of him, he reaches for her, feeling her warm latex skin, the bulge in her belly exactly like the one he had not long okay.

“I’m okay… just have to…” she trails off into a moan as she begins to push at the egg. Her sex spread from the inside out as the white smooth tip begins to push out after a few experienced pushes.

Her sex expands, wider and wider, her moans grow deeper, her neighs more prevelant than before as it eventually pops out, the slick smooth cum-white rubber egg, which leaves her feeling emptier inside than Dorsal.

Her eyes look over to the Master with wanting lust, her sex twitches at seeing him as the Master lets out a huff of air, “Finish letting your sis out of the suit, then she will do the same. Won’t you?” he asks as he gives Dorsal a stern look.

“Of course, I will!” he exclaims as he feels a shiver of delight as he agrees with the Master’s command. Carmia takes a moment to catch her breath before resuming helping Dorsal out of the suit. His body bulges and outlines the inside of the suit as he wiggles himself free. His feet pop out and that is when time stops.

Dorsal, expecting to see his fat orca feet is greeted by a rubbery hoofed foot, and an grey-rubber ankle skin that travels up a good half a foot up his leg before the gradual return of his orca purple orca skin. “Carmia?” he asks as he turns to her to see her look more perplexed than outright shocked.

“When did you get a horse tail?” Carmia asks as Dorsal eyes slowly, unwillingly go down to see the black rubber fur of a horse tail, his thick fat orca tail completely missing.

“Ahhh!” he screams as he stumbles back and falls off the bed with a thud, “Ow…”

The Master chuckles, “First reactions are so fun… right, Carmia you didn’t get to see yours yet, did you? You got two in before removing your suit,” the Master remarks.

Carmia looks up at him, “What?”

“Why don’t you get your suit off, by then it will all make sense.”

Dorsal pops his head up over the side of the bed, “How can any of this make any sense? My feet are hooves!” he exclaims.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” The Master grins.

“How is this wonderful?!” Dorsal says as he climbs onto the bed and lifts his hoofed feet.

“It is,” the Master responds as he places his hoofed foot onto the bed, “Now help your sis out of her suit,” he commands.

Dorsal feels his vent twitch… he looks down to see the same female horse opening that he had before as if the sex was simply slapped on over his formerly male crotch. Dorsal gulps and turns to Carmia who is struggling reaching her zipper. He moves over to help, his sex drips in delight as he follows through with the Master’s command.

Quickly he unzips her and helps slip her head out of the suit, the rubber rolling off of her to reveal the soft blue feathers and pink chest of the slender and small avian. Her blue tail feathers wiggle as they slip free from the suit, her dark blue scaled arms covered in a thin layer of sweat that make them shine in the light. Her pink eyes look over to Dorsal whose concerned look never fades from his face. He sighs in relief to see appears at first unchanges, but as he helps her out he can see from the crotch and ass down, is an exact replica of the horse she was wearing.

Carmia wiggles and chirps a little, “Ohhh… so that’s how… but… hmm, it means I get to have more if we stay?” Carmia asks as she rubs her hoofed feet together, her legs squeak softly as the grind up against one another.

“There is no if. You will be staying, understand?” the Master explains.

Carmia squirms a little, her sex twitches as she looks up at him, “Yes Master.”

Dorsal grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her slightly, “Carmia snap out of it. He wants to turn us into rubber horses like himself,” he tries to explain.

“Close but not quite,” he says as the two rubber suits, they tossed to the ground began to move. Their back zippers begin to slide up on their own, the dual audible sound of them unmistakeable their folded rubber bodies expand out and take shape as if they are filled and worn. One hoof to the ground then another, the two suits stand on their own, their purple eyes turn to the Master as they let out a soft neigh.

“Thank you Master for choosing us to help with the new converts,” they say in near unison.

“Do you still need us?” asks the one Dorsal was wearing. Dorsal watches with mind breaking shock as he watched these suits slowly stand back up and begin to move and talk on their own.

“Perhaps Betsy, perhaps. The orca seems a bit hesitant. But I think maybe a second rutting will change his mind,” he ponders.

“I did do my best to help him along Master. But Beatrix there was able to be filled longer and get two servings by you,” she whines.

The other horse suit turns to her, “Master selected me to have Carmia. It's not my fault, I pleased him so well.”

“Girls. It's not a competition. You all serve me, the herd equally. And so, will they.”

Dorsal grabs Carmia by the hand, “Come on we need to get out of here,” he replies as he takes a single step away till he feels her tug back at his hand.

“Master says we stay. We stay,” she chirps.

“But Carmia, look what has happened to you? To me!” he exclaims.

“And don’t you want to find out what is in your egg?” asks the Master with that domineering grin, “Aren’t you a little curious?”

Dorsal tenses up. The Master’s words dance in his head as all the rush, his forgotten curiosity swells up to the forefront of his mind. He eyes his smooth large egg as it lays next to Carmia’s. The Master goes over to it and picks it up, his hands caressing it, “I know you are.”

Dorsal squirms and sits back down on the bed.

The Master grins, “That’s what I thought,” he runs his fingers across the top of the egg, which opens up like four petals of a flower at the top. He reaches his hoofed fingers into the egg and pulls out purple, pink, and white colored rubber. The rubber is lax and wobbly, but as Dorsal focuses on it it becomes clear to him. The subtle markings and shapes, his body tenses, his eyes stare at what is his feet up his ankles about a foot, and his long glorious orca tail, completely deflated and hollow.

“Those are mine!” Dorsal exclaims as he points.

“No these are mine,” the Master states staring at him as Dorsal recoils instinctively.

Carmia chirps softly, “So that is what it does. That explains that,” she responds with a sudden realization.

“What? You knew of this?” Dorsal asks turning to her. Carmia’s face is full of bashfulness but of excitement as she nods.

“Sort of. I did the egg thing once, and saw my feet and lower thighs, well what looked like them, but it does explain it now,” she giggles.

“How can you be so calm about this?!”

“Because it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Well… yeah but that doesn’t mean.”

“So why not enjoy ourselves sis,” she chirps and nuzzles Dorsal as she pulls herself closer to him as the Master opens her egg revealing upper portions of her legs, and butt.

“Beatrix, place these in their own piles, once we have all the parts will finish it up,” the Master commands.

“Yes Master,” Beatrix replies grabbing the rubber pieces and walks them over to the bathroom before returning. Dorsal just sits there dumbfounded as his sex twitches, growing in arousal and excitement. He looks over to the Master, his sexy body being pushed to the forefront of his mind.

“N-no. Carmia we need to go,” he says to her as he tries to get up again but feels Carmia pull him back down onto the bed.

“No sis. You want to stay as much as I do. You want to no longer feel empty. Let him fill you, fill us. It will be wonderful,” she sings.

Dorsal squirms as despite how much stronger he is than her, is unable or perhaps unwilling to fight against her grasp, “But Carmia…” he trails off again looking away then back at the Master who stands at the edge of the bed, watching the show. The massive horse length already poking free from the sheath. The mere sight of it sends shiver down his back, his female sex twitches as he swallows a lump in his throat. He forces himself to look at his song bird, “Carmia… this is wrong.”

“Please sweetie? Let it happen. It feels good, and I feel it will feel even better,” she sings some more.

The Master motions for the two empty horse suits, “Hold her down. Perhaps another round will show just how much she really wants this,” he commands.

“Yes Master!” they cheerfully reply as they swarm over Dorsal who struggle sharder against the two as he feels the cool rubber grasp around his body.

“Sis…” Carmia responds unsure what to do as the Master walks around and gently rubs his cock hardening cock against Carmia’s beak, “Relax. I am making her part of the herd. Just like you are. She won’t resist much longer. And you will be right beside her, good sisters, part of the same herd, forever,” he states as he rests his hand on on Carmia’s head, ruffling her messed up blue hair.

Carmia shivers, her sex clenches down as her eyes are locked onto the massive rubber cock as it dangles over her shoulder, the wet juices of his sheath have mixed with what bits of rubbery cum that did not come off as it rested in its hiding place. The aroma drawing her closer to nuzzle and lick across the side, as Dorsal squirms helplessly against the strength of the other two mares.

“Carmia!” Dorsal exclaims as she chirps and licks across the Master’s cock.

“She’s busy my horny mare. Don’t worry. I will be getting to you soon,” he responds as as Carmia continues to lick up and down along the throbbing length, her clawed hands gently caress the length as she pants heavily, her tail feathers fluttering as she squirms ind elight.

Dorsal’s chest is pressed to the bed, his rump in the air as his legs dangle off the edge of the bed, his body completely exposed as he looks up at the completely enthralled Carmia. Her head now pressing against the flat of his cock head, her tongue runs across his cum hole as it dribbles out the milky-white rubbery substance. Carmia chirps happily as she drinks it up.

“That’s a good girl, and once we make you into a full breeding mare, you’ll be able to take all of it in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Carmia’s eyes light up, “That sounds wonderful Master!”

“I know it does. Your body craves me, but for now your sister needs another dose of my attention, just to show her, her place,” he explains as he struts over to the other side of the bed, positioning himself behind Dorsal.

“Okay Master,” as she lowers her head and tail feathers, she huffs out her cheeks in disappointment as she watches.

Dorsal squirms under the strength of the two equine suits, their weight mysteriously increased despite no longer having anyone inside. Their smooth latex feels good against Dorsal’s skin, as much as he’d hate to admit it at this point, but his dripping sex, his heavy pants, and beating heart all tell a different story of what he truly wants at this this moment.

The throbbing horse cock a mere inch from his sensitive nethers, his body twitches in anticipation, the ambient heat given off by the Master’s length reaching his body, amplifying his lustful needs. The emptiness felt within his body increasing ten-fold as his hips buck up in want.

“Looks like my little mare’s body already knows what she wants.”

Dorsal squirms more, “No, you have it--” his words stop as the Master slams his cock deep into Dorsal’s sex. He screams out in pleasure, the longing he felt within him replaced by the horse cock that he so longed for. He feels the bulge of his belly pressing up against the bed as he is rocked by the Master taking him for all he is worth.

The two suit equines shiver and pant as they hold him down, their warm sexes drip onto Dorsal’s body as the experience his pleasure through him. Dorsal can’t help but to close his eyes, to focus on the delightful sensation soaring ever higher through him. Only a soft chirping moan breaks the trance as he turns his head to see Carmia rubbing her horse sex with her tender fingers. She slips them in, letting her bird talons get soaked in her wet latex juices as she just imagines through him the delightful sensation of being taken by the Master.

Dorsal’s attention is soon switched back to the Master, as his sex milks and squeezes down the massive meat for every delicious inch that he so graciously thrusts into him. His body already eagerly knowing every inch, every vien, very throb of Master’s cock, learning to squeeze at the right moments to heighten Master’s pleasure and his own.

The stud’s heavy balls smack against Dorsal’s rump, his horse tail sways and twitches, brushed aside by the massive hulk of a male dominating his new found femminity. Nothing could stop the Master from taking him for every lustful bit that he is worth and then some, and as his hands twitch, and turn into fists, as he tries to fight the pleasure, Dorsal discovers himself on the losing side of the battle.

His tongue slides out of his mouth, his pants growing hotter, heavier, his body bucks up against the horse, his legs kicking up but not against the massive male behind him. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the flaring cock head expand through his insides, going deeper, filling the void he just discovered how desperately he wanted to be filled.

“Release her, she’s hooked,” states the Master as the two mares do as he commands with a needful.

“Yes Master!”

Dorsal’s freed hands now simply grip the bed, his body aching, as he does all he can to simply peirce himself onto the horse’s cock. The sound of latex sliding in and out of his hole rings into his ears, the moans of the mares surrounding his body, the pleasure moans of his Master echo in his head, the warmth of Master filling his body soothes his soul.

Then come the floodgates of heaven. Thick streams of Master’s seed find their way filling his body once more. It spreads and sloshes within him, filling every nook and cranny that they can, his belly growing wound once again, the subtle beer belly returning with a vigor. The liquid warmth cools his lustful needs, for the moment as a fraction of his senses return to him. He looks up to see Carmia still rubbing herself hard, but she looks at him with a gleeful smile.

“Do you feel better sis?” she asks sweetly.

“A… little,” his cheeks beat with warmth as he smiles back, till he lets out a moan as the Master pulls out of him, leaving an even bigger void within his person than ever before. His sex winks at the Master as he pulls out, his needy hole closes tightly shut, not letting an inch of the warm cream that has filled him.

“Ladies you two may go back downstairs and help run the the table. I can handle these two from here on out,” the Master commands.

With a soft whine the two lower their heads, “As you wish Master,” they reply as they head to the bathroom, quickly cleaning and polishing themselves up before departing.

Meanwhile though the Master’s cock remains firm and throbbing, aching for more as he turns his attention to Carmia, “You’ve been such a good girl, why don’t you get another ride on me. Your sister can watch as that lovely egg in her forms,” he suggests.

Carmia with lustful eyes trills in delight, “Of course Master! A delightful idea!” as she climbs over to the edge of the bed, kneeling before him as she gently rubs the wet slick cock in her hands. She licks along the edge as the Master lets out a soft neigh of delight.

Dorsal simply rolls onto his back, his belly full as he idly rubs it. He looks over to Carmia with a twinge of jealousy that she gets to be within Master’s grasp already. Her sex twitches as she begins to rub. The sensation of her masculinity draining as the bulge begins to form into a more defined round belly. A tingle of pleasure runs up her legs, which causes her to look away for the moment as the Master lifts Carmia up and positions her back to him, sex resting on his head, ready to slide her down.

The Master teases Carmia as he takes the time to watch as the line between horse and orca begins to fade as the transformation flows up her legs. Grey rubber overtakes the slight sheen of his purple orca skin. It travels up higher and higher her body, the cool air of her rubber parts feels delightful, but at the same time, his hallowed sensation, wanting need to be filled grows even higher.

The belly bulge fully forms and the transformation halts as from the waist down she’s pure rubber equine. Her legs rub up against each other with a soft squeak, as she runs her orca hands across the smooth slick rubber. Dorsal looks up to meet the Master’s gaze. She feels she should look away but she doesn’t. She watches as she slides Carmia down his length. Her smaller body really shows how full he is filling him.

Carmia sings in delight as she spreads her equine legs far and wide, letting herself be taken by the Master for all she’s worth. Dorsal rubs her sex as she watches with delight. The show renews her seemingly endless arousal. Eyes locked on her lover, her other half as she is taken over and over. The avian’s breasts bounce, those pink feathery orbs, nipples hard, wanting to be touched, which the Master happily does so as he gets a handful of her bust and gently pinches them.

Carmia screams out in pleasure as her legs quiver underneath her. Her body being filled to the brim, and just as the Master overtakes her completely, flooding her insides with his burning hot cream, which appears to be endless, the contractions within Dorsal’s body begins.

This time though she knows what to do. She pushes with them as she gently rubs her own belly. As Carmia’s own gut swells, Dorsal is busily pushing the newest egg out of her body and by the time the Master is done filling Carmia to the brim, Dorsal manages to push the egg out of her leaving her even emptier than before. The crave to be filled again, to serve to get filled again, brushes up in the back of his mind, like the instinct for food and water, it feels so, natural.

Carmia collapses onto the bed, exhausted from her most recent service to the Master. Dorsal lays beside her, rubbing her belly as the bulge grows more defined, and with it the changes that wash over Carmia’s body. Her tail feathers fade away into flicking horse hairs, the blue feathers of her belly are washed away under the marching spread of grey latex. Her hips wider, her body shaped more like the equine outfits they were wearing which by now already felt like hours ago.

Dorsal nuzzles Carmia, pressing herself against her, as she grinds gently. Carmia moans softly as soon enough she begins to have her contractions, but as she does, the Master is busy opening Dorsal’s egg, pulling out the vestiges of his orca self that he laid with his egg, bringing one step closer to the Master’s ultimate goal.

“Looking good ladies, but you aren’t done yet, but…” he trails off as he sauntered over to a chair in the corner of the room, “After so much fun, I feel a bit tired, perhaps, you two could help me get back in the mood with a bit of love hmm?” he asks as he spreads his legs and exposes his heavy sheath, his cock already retreated back into his plump sheath.

The Master’s words echo within their minds, caressing their thoughts, whatever thoughts they had, whatever other needs they might have thought they needed, they became secondary to Master’s will. Their eyes glazed over ever so slightly as they slip off the bed. Dorsal wobbles for the first few steps, not having had a chance to fully get accustomed to them till now. With each step she finds herself growing more fluid with her motions, confident that the next step won’t trip her up but when she and Carmia stood before Master, she felt weak in the knees and fell down to them.

The Master grins, “Good girls,” he states as he looks over his shoulder to the sun as it sets over the horizon of the city skyline, “I think I could use a drink. Carmia, be a doll and make me something. You already know what I like.”

Carmia who was inches away from the Master’s crotch, panting heavily, eyes locked on it, looks up. Her body squirms with slight squeak as the Master’s words pierced her mind, “Yes Master, with pleasure,” she responds as she reluctantly gets up and walks over to the mini-bar. Her hips sway side to side, tail flicking teasingly to all who might stare at her ass, which normally be Dorsal, but she was too focused on the heavy sack before her. The aroma drawing her in even closer, as the Master was the only one watching her work.

The Master glances down at Dorsal, “Don’t be shy. Give them a good lick. Massage them, ease up my tension, so I may be persuaded to fill you and her once again,” he states as Dorsal tenses up.

She pants, her hands shake as she reaches for the Master’s heavy balls. She feels the smooth rubber against her orca fingertips. The warmth permeates from them filters from her hands into her body, filling her nethers with an equal desirable warmth. She leans in close, smelling that intoxicating horse-latex scent. Her nostrils burn, her head swims with it as she leans in, her fingertips caressing the skin, which squeaks under her touch. The Master lets out a soft neigh of pleasure which urges Dorsal further.

The sound of drinks being mixed, ice clattering against glass, are faint whispers in the background as everything that Dorsal needs is presented right before her. Her entire world is focused down with the blinders by the Master’s thighs. She nuzzles and runs her tongue against the warm slick flesh, the tangy flavor sits on her taste buds as she moves in closer. She feels the heft of those cum factories. She caresses them gingerly as she hears the Master speak, breaking her hypnotic focus on what is before her, “Thank you Carmia. You may join your sister now.”

“Thank you Master,” she responds as she gets down, her body brushes up against Dorsal who gives a bashful smile. She runs her rubber-horse leg against hers, their hoofed feet gently tapping as they get to work pleasing the Master. No competition, just cooperation for the one goal, Master’s delight.

The Master watches his two becoming mares eagerly serve him, he sips from his drink, savoring the taste, as the two below him do the same with him. By the time the sun fades completely, the skyline lit up for the night, his drink was empty and his nuts full to continue once again.

“That’s enough you two. I am ready for more.”

The two moan softly in delight as they look up at him, his cock already half mast, as they have one eye up on him and one eye on his package, “That is wonderful news Master,” says Dorsal.

“I can’t wait to to feel you inside me again,” Carmia chirps.

The Master chuckles, “I bet you can’t. But first, I think you two need a little something extra before we get going,” he states as he stands up, “Wait here,” he commands. Dorsal and Carmia wiggle out of the way remaining on the ground as the Master walks off to the bathroom, the urge to follow suppressed by Master’s word as he returns with two sets of cuffs for the wrists and ankles. Thick black rubber with square rings, exact replicas of the bondage that was on the suits.

“Put these on,” he commands as he tosses them to them. The latex cuffs bounce and roll on the ground to them as the reach for them like a pair of hungry hippos wanting those marbles, “I’m sure you know full well where they go.”

“Yes Master, we do,” Carmia replies as Dorsal fingers the soft rubber cuffs. Her sex twitches in delight as she felt all too eager to slip them onto her body. Carmia with equal vigor works to do the same, wrapping the first sets around their horse ankles, fitting them perfectly like the suits had them. The latches on the cuffs melting away and merging into their rubbery flesh, providing a sensual grip against their ankles which feels like Master’s strong embrace.

The feeling egged them on further as they slipped the wrist cuffs into place next. The sensation delightful, was not at the same level as the ones on their wrists. They were not complete, so the pleasure was not nearly as grandiose as down below. It made their minds wander to just how good it will feel to be complete, the empty need within them brought to the forefront of their minds till Master commands them.

“You on your back on the bed. Carmia on top of her, head to head, feet to feet, hand to hand, now.”

“Yes Master!” they exclaim as they rush over to the bed which creaks under their weight. Dorsal lays on the bed, her back fin pressing into the bed sheets, almost uncomfortably, almost. She watches with a smile as Carmia eagerly crawls on top of her. Flashes of memories of time long past of when she’d do this with him…. her.

Carmia’s feathery breasts rub against her smooth orca skinned chest. Carmia’s dripping sex, drips down onto Dorsal’s own, their juices mixing there as the Master proceeds to click and lock their cuffs to one another, leaving them pressing up against one another.

“There we go. And now I think its time for me to decide who shall get this first,” he contemplates, as he rubs his chin, his throbbing length presses up against the crevice created by their pressing bodies.

“Who should it be, should it be you?” he brings his cock up against Carmia’s sex which twitches, and she chirps in delight, wanting need.

“Or you,” he lowers the cock down to Dorsal. The beating warmth of the cock cranking up the flames of passion that never truly went away. The throbbing cock made her simply wetter, and eager to have that full length within her once more.

“Decisions, decisions,” Master remarks as he grabs Carmia’s hips as he slips his cock right between the two. Dorsal and Carmia let out an eager moan as he proceeds to pound his cock in between the two.

Gobs of pre-cum spurt out onto their bodies, the warmth of his oozing essence, burns into their flesh, making them want the Master all the more with each tantalizing thrust between them. Harder and harder he pistons himself between his two squirming slutty mares. His cock presses against their flesh, squeaking as they rub against the rubber portions of their bodies. His heavy sack smacks against Dorsal’s ass, causing her to cry out in wanting need. Their bodies squirm against one another as they stare into each other’s faces, seeing the other so abondonly want the same thing, the Master’s dick inside of them.

“Perhaps I should…” The Master trails off as he pulls back and slips his cock inside of Carmia, who trills out in pleasure. Dorsal moans feeling her lover’s body bulge slightly up against her body. Her mind imagines just how it would feel to have Master within her once again, to fill that void.

“Eeny,” the Master says as he pulls his cock out of Carmia and then slams it into Dorsal, “Meeny,” as he gives a few hard pounds into Dorsal’s body.

Dorsal’s sex grips Master’s cock for all its worth, adding to the pleasure’s she’d get normally. Part of that longing void filled once again, as he says “Meeny.” Several more thrusts are put into teasing Dorsal when suddenly he pulls out and shoves it back into Carmia.

“Miny.” Carmia bucks against the Master as Dorsal is left with a bigger need to be filled than ever before. Back and forth the Master pounds one then the other, using the rhythm to switch between the two, till finally he screams out “Moe!” and unleashes a heavy load into Carmia’s body.

Dorsal squirms as he feels the bulging of a latex belly against her. The flood of seed feeding her with a twinge of jealousy, but before it could take root into the depths of her mind, she feels her void filled by Master’s cock just as the last of his previous load is deposited into her lover bird.

The Master, unhindered by his recent release works quickly to pound into the half orca-half rubber horse. Dorsal’s body already on the verge of another climax from the earlier game, is rewarded by Master’s blissful warmth and her screams of wanting climax. Her belly expands outwards, up against her lovers. Their round bellies slosh against one another as the hole Dorsal felt is once again filled. But as the Master slowly pulls out, depositing some of his essence onto her rear, she is left with that slight nag of wanting that cock back into her.

Steadily Dorsal and Carmia’s bellies round out further. The rubber progression around Carmia’s body envelops her feather breasts and down her arms. Her avian claws shift into hoofed fingers, as her smooth rubbery breasts and perky nipples press up against Dorsal’s orca chest.

Dorsal’s belly and back fall next to her changes, the steadily uncomfortable sensation of her backfin pressing against the bed fades away, to smooth rubber, her belly joining the look and shape of Carmia’s equine physique as a perfect carbon copy of her. Once both transformations were done, only Carmia’s avian head, and Dorsal’s chest, arms and head remain unaltered.

Within short order the two begin to feel each other’s contractions, the eggs shift and rub against each other through their rubbery bodies. They squirm and wiggle against one another, squeaking as they push the eggs outwards. Harder and harder they push, the bulge moving down together, making it feel even more difficult yet even more pleasurable than before. The eggs break out of their sexes, leaving both feeling even emptier, hungrier, more lustful than ever before.

They pant heavily, nuzzling each other as Carmia chirps, “You did great sis.”

“You did too,” Dorsal replies as they remain there for a little while as the Master takes care of their eggs, hatching them, removing the new rubber pieces of what used to be their bodies, placing them elsewhere not yet seen.

The Master returns as he runs his hands along Carmia’s body, “So close you are, so very close,” Carmia neighs softly at the touch squirming on top of her lover.

“All thanks to you Master.”

“Yes, I know,” he grins, as he looks over Dorsal’s body, “You have a bit more to go. Your dear sister here got a little ahead of you, a bit unfair really. A pair of sister twins like yourselves should reach the end at the same time, don’t you think?”

Dorsal squirms underneath Carmia as she looks over to the Master. His strong gaze makes her want to look away, but she finds herself unable to do so. She presses her body up against her lover as she blushes.

“I-I don’t know what to say Master,” Dorsal eventually responds.

“Such a slutty girl like you? I’m sure you already know the answer. I can see it as you stare at me. Wanting me in you again. Tell me how badly you want me to fill you with my seed.”

Dorsal lip quivers as she gently bites it to keep it steady, “M-more than anything in the entire world,” she replies.

The Master grins, “That is what I thought,” he begins to unhook the cuffs from each other, once done he walks back over to the couch and sits into it, as Dorsal and Carmia watch curiously, unsure what to do as they squirm against one another. Their bodies drip with need, as their eyes are locked onto him.

“You come and take a seat in my lap, Camia? You can watch from the floor. I hope you don’t mind,” he chuckles.

“No Master, I don’t mind at all,” Carmia replies as she slips off of the bed as Dorsal for the first time takes the lead over to the Master. Each step brings eager anticipation within Dorsal. Her belly filled with fluttering butterflies which roam within the empty void that is deep within her being, which has felt only bigger after each consecutive fucking.

Dorsal’s body aches in tantalizing anticipation as she stands before him, her sex twitches as the Master reaches out and grabs her hand. The Master pulls her in, like a fish caught on the fisherman’s hook. There was no escaping she is reeled in as her body presses up against the Master’s impressive length, the seed leftover from the matting session which already felt so long again clings to her orca and equine skin.

“Who's a good mare?” the Master asks as Dorsal lets out a soft moan.

“I am Master.”

“Who do you want?”

“You Master.”

“Who do you serve?”

“You Master.”

“Who do you obey?”

“You Master!” Dorsal exclaims her body quivering in want and need.

The Master reaches out and grips Dorsal’s hips, “Good, and what do you say when you want Master to fuck you into blissful oblivion?”

“Please Master. Fuck me!” she screams out.

The Master grins, “With pleasure,” he responds as he grips Dorsal’s hips, lifting her up and with skillful use of strength and agility, turns Dorsal around to face Carmia who stares up at her with wanting need.

Carmia’s legs grind up against each other, her breasts squeezed between her arms as she watches. She chirps softly and then tenses as Dorsal is slammed down onto the Master’s cock once again. The massive length filling her so perfectly. Its like her body was made to be filled by the Master.

Dorsal arches her back in delight, panting heavily, as her legs twitch. She tries her best to reach around to grip and feel Master’s rippling muscles, as she is taken firm and hard. Her body bounces up and down, the thick length. Carmia eyes the bulge caused by Master’s length as she licks her beak. Her eyes watching with a trance as her head follows Dorsla’s movements. Up and down, up and down, like a cat watching a laser pen dot. She wants it so badly, wants to have it, but she sits firm, the command of her Master, overriding her instinctual desires.

Dorsal arches her back, she closes her eyes as she can focus every one of her senses on what is happening. The plowing of Master’s cock deep within her needing sex. The slick sound of her sex spread wide, juices squelching, the squeak of rubber against rubber, the bounce and firm slap as the Master’s balls bounce from the force of Dorsal’s body slamming down as hard as Master pleased to do so.

Over and over she was taken. Each pounding caused Carmia to moan out, her sex dripped, wanting it for herself. Wanting to be in Dorsal’s spot more than anything. Her rump hiked high, exposing her sex to the air as she humps the air in tandem when Dorsal slams down onto the Master’s meat.

It continues on and on, seemingly like an eternity but then nirvana is flooded into Dorsal’s body. The wash of seed, flooding ever deeper into her mind, body and soul. Her belly bulges as Carmia grunts, barely able to contain herself, having almost climaxed simply by watching what transpires before her. She whines a little as Dorsal is filled so fully, but like always when Dorsal is lifted off of Master’s cock, her sex dripping with his white latex seed, she felt her body already missing him being there.

Dorsal’s legs buckle and give out underneath her as she is placed down. Carmia rushes to catch her lover as Dorsal simply collapses fully onto her. Carmia caresses and rubs her body, enjoying the touch and tenderness, which is welcomed but still a poor substitute for the Master’s touch.

And with the sly grin the Master gives as he watches, his cock still out, throbbing, pulsating with eagerness, he knows it too. He lets them have their moment, Carmia’s rubbery breasts pressing up against the smooth orca chest as Carmia gently rubs Dorsal’s bulge which steadily forms out to the more pronounced, but at the same time the smooth orca chest begins to grow outward.

Dorsal feels her chest expand and press up against Carmia. Dorsal moans out as the last of her orca features except for her neck and head are slowly melted away under the expanding rubber. Her new sensitive breast feels heavenly up against her fellow becoming equine. Carmia moans and holds Dorsal close, as she feels the growth of her lover’s chest underneath her and once the belly bulge has fully formed, the two look nearly identical except for their heads, still being their own. Their bodies perfect duplicates of each other and of the equines they were wearing. It looked like they were wearing suits without their heads, then anything else.

And like so many times before, the contracts will come, and with it, the delightful climactic sensation of the egg being pushed out of her body. Carmia helps by caressing and rubbing her belly, massaging it as she tells her when to push. Encouraging her onward as she pops that egg out of her body in no time.

Dorsal pants as the Master reaches down to pick up the newest cum-white rubber egg. He holds it within his hands, watching the two relax and recover, “Remain there, when I come back, I’ll see about finishing both of you up,” he states as he heads off to the bathroom. Several minutes pass before her returns, the two near-completed equines lay on the floor caressing and nuzzling each other, feeling up their slick rubbery bodies, only stopping when they notice Master approaching as they get on their hands and knees and lower their heads to him.

“Welcome back Master,” they say in near-unison.

“I have been debating on how to fulfill the delightful idea in my head, and it came to me. I want you to press up against each other on the bed, on your sides, make yourselves into a nice hole like earlier, but I want it tighter. Embrace each other, in service to me. Do this well, and I will fill both of you at the same time. So, you can embrace each other as you become my perfect fuck mares,” he chuckles.

Carmia trills in delight as she jumps up to her hooves, “With pleasure Master!”

Dorsal squirms in eagerness as she steps up onto her own hoofed feet, “Yes Master. Your idea sounds so lovely.”

The Master grins, “Yes I know. Now get to it. We don’t have all night,” he commands.

“Yes Master!” they reply as they get back onto the bed. The bedsheets at this point smell heavily of latex and sex. Rubber stains mark the bed as they lay on their sides facing each other. They nuzzle and kiss each other as their wrap their arms and legs around the other. Intertwining like a pretzel their hot dripping sexes rub against the other, the heat of the other’s need, eggs the other on, to further wanting lustful delight. Their breasts squeezing and squeaking against the other as they vy for position between their bodies.

The Master steps up, his cock twitches in eagerness at the display before him, “I knew having a pair of cooperative mares would be beneficial. As much as I do love competition between the other two, sometimes good teamwork is necessary for a good time,” he remarks as he presses his flaring cock head between the two oozing, winking fuck holes.

Dorsal and Carmia moan out in need, and delight, the mere touch of Master’s cock sending their levels of arousal up three fold and counting. Slowly the Master pushes in between the two, past their dripping sexes which warms and lubricates the Master’s length as it squeaks its way between the two. Deeper and deeper he pushes in, as he grips each of their asses, adding to the leverage as the Master’s length teases the two between them.

The two near completed equines hold onto each other ever tighter. Urges on by Master’s promises as he begins to fuck between the two. His slick squeaking rubber cock slides in and out, in and out between the two. The thick member presses down and threatens to tear a crack between the two but they hold firm as he pounds harder and harder.

The mares’ bodies creak and squeak shake and bounce against the firm thrusts of Master’s cock. His heavy balls smack down deep hitting their female sexes, sending drumbeats of pleasure through them. Each hit makes them want another, like a drug addict, they could never get enough.

They moaned out and kissed each other, moaning into the other’s mouth as they held firm. Master’s promise to be turned together, far too great to give into the desire to take all of Master for themselves. Their selfish desires to have Master put aside for the greater good, and best of all, to Master’s delight.

Hot sticky pre-cum shoots out of Master’s cum hole, covering their lower parts of their breasts, adding to the hot warmth they feel between the two. Harder, faster, quicker, the Master pounds between the two. He grunts out as his pleasure rises higher and higher. His firm muscular grip on their asses, pushes their crotches together, to the point that Master felt like he was pounding one big slutty drippy mare sex.

He jackhammers into the two, his balls tensing, growing heavier and heavier with his newest and final load for the two. The one that will send them bother permanently into his arms forever.

Eventually the point of no return, the event horizon of climaxes would reach even the Great Master, as he pulls out completely away from the two, his first unleash of seed covers both of their sexes with a gush of hot cum. But Master was not done as he slips his cock into one Carmia, flooding her insides with his seed with one heavy squirt. Then he pulls out and shoves his member into Dorsal who gets an equal unloading of warm sticky white rubber cum.

Master pulls out and shoves it back into Carmia, flooding her more, her belly growing rounder, before Master pulls out, to shove it back into Dorsal. Filling that need for Master’s cock once again and giving her another belly rounding load. Back and forth Master went between the two, their bellies expanding slowly with each one. The Master working to keep them equal when he finally pulls out one last time to spray any last excess onto their needy wanting vaginas.

The Master pants heavily as he looks at the two with a grin, “Now clean me,” he commands.

The two weakened by their heavy filling of Master’s essence push themselves to sit up as they let out weak tired moans of “Yes Master”

Their sexes clench tightly keeping as much of Master inside of them as they reach up for his glistening black shaft. Slick milky-white juices coat the entire length as the two begin to lick from the bottom up.

Each lick felt like a tantalizing sweet n tangy treat. Their tongues caress along his massive girth. They feel the twitch of his member in their hands, as they become soaked with his essence. Playfully they hold up their dripping hands to the other as the lick clean their hoofed fingers. Suckling each finger slowly, as their bellies begin to round out one last time.

Dorsal’s orca head fades, elongating, black shining hair flowing out of the top and back of her head as the last vestiges of her orca self are wrapped away to reveal a sensual, sexy female equine underneath.

Carmia’s beak softens and elongates into a snout. Her equine ears popping through her black rubber hair, her purple eyes match that of Dorsal’s as her tongue runs across the Master’s length. The two watch the final transformation take over them as they hungrily lick along their side of Master’s cock, eventually reaching the crowning glory, the flat horse cock that they’ve felt so many times before. Their tongues dance across the head as it flares out, the Master lets out soft moans as he lets them continue for a few moments before he pulls back.

“Good, but why don’t you put your tongues to good use on each other. Help each other that last final egg,” the Master suggests with a hearty chuckle.

“With pleasure Master,” they respond as they lay back on the bed, laying on their sides as they shift into a sixty-nine position. Their round bellies now pressing up against the other’s breasts, the two perfectly twinned equines lick tenderly across the other’s well used but still tight sex.

The warmth from the other is soothing and relaxing, their bodies squeak and rub against the other, their legs wrapping around each other's head of the other, forming perfect blinders to focus on the task at hand, pleasing the other. Despite the aching need, the void within them to be filled by Master, this moment between the two is nonetheless, pleasant. Compounded eventually by the contractions and start of the egg laying process.

They press and rub the other’s belly, their breasts squeezed against the chest as the egg makes its way through. It peaks through their needy sexes, which they hungrily lick across the opening, tasting the fresh egg shell for the first time, the taste like Master’s essence causes them to shiver and moan in delight.

Harder they push, the farther the egg gets. The farther the egg gets, the more that is revealed, the more that is revealed the more there is to lick and enjoy the flavor. They push to reward themselves and their fellow equine till the point of no return, and the egg pops out of them. The two pant heavily as now they truly feel how empty they are inside. Wanting need to be filled has never felt so fierce.

“Carmia, Sally, come with me,” he says as he picks up the eggs.

Dorsal lifts his head, “Sally?”

The Master grins, “That’s your name isn’t it? Sally? Or is Master wrong?”

Sally shakes her head, the former name melting away from her mind, “No Master. Of course not. I simply misheard you, that is all.”

“That is what I thought, now come,” he commands as Sally and Carmia slip off the bed, their bodies weak as the almost hobble behind the Master towards the bathroom, where they see two piles of latex clothes. One of blues and pinks, the other purples, pinks and whites.

“It’s time you combine your suit pieces and make them whole,” the Master explains as he opens the first egg, pulling out the rubbery hood of what looked like Carmia’s avian head. He dumps it onto her pile, then he does the same with the other egg, pulling out Dorsal’s original head. He lazily tosses it into the other pile.

“Yes Master, but how do we do that?” Carmia asks with a soft nicker as she goes to her pile of rubber pieces.

“Dump them into the rubber vat over there. Rub and scrub the pieces all together in there, it will come out as one in the end.”

“Yes Master,” Sally replies as she goes to her pile. Pieces of her former self, which no longer have any hold, meaning or even a sense of nostalgia. She and Carmia dump their pieces into the thick black rubbery vat that the hot tub is currently being used for. It bubbles and churns from the underwater vents as Sally and Carmia get to work.

They feel through their rubber pieces in the darkened rubber, unable to see past the surface, which its dark black reflective service provides more of a darkened mirror of their new equine selves.

They rub and scrub their thin strips of rubber, steadily the feel the pieces latch onto one another, becoming bigger and bigger, till they were all one. They pull them out revealing slick colorful rubber suits with a soft vanilla-like rubber scent emanating off of them. They turnt he suits inside out, dumping excess rubber back into to the vat before they grab nearby sponges and polish clean and rub the rubber skin which crinkles and wrinkles as they do so as they feel like completely normal albeit well-made rubber suits.

Once finished they hold up the suit versions of their former selves looking them over for any spot they could have missed as they hear a clap from the hallway, “Good. Very good my lovely mares. And just in time to get downstairs to put on display for the last day of the convention. Isn’t that wonderful” he asks.

“It is wonderful Master,” Sally responds.

“I am glad we got them done in time,” Carmia neighs.

“But before you go, we need to get you dressed,” says as he pulls out a pair of full body harnesses that the two other equine girls had on from before.

Sally and Carmia’s purple eyes light up as they let out a soft needy whine of delight, “For us?” Carmia asks.

“Indeed, here put them on,” he says as he hands them to them.

“Thank you Master,” Sally says as he graciously takes her body harness.

“You are the best Master, and herd leader we could have ever hoped for,” Carmia responds.

“Yes, I know, and in time our herd will grow even larger, but for now…” he says as he moves behind Sally as she works to slip on the body harness. She tightens the straps around her legs and the belt behind her just under her tail as she feels a shiver run own her spine as the sound of a zipper being unzipped fills her ears. Cool air rushes inside of her, and teases her inner skin, as the Master slips his hand inside and gently runs his fingertips against the other side of her rubber walls.

Sally lets out a loud whine as her mind is filled with mind explosive pleasure, “Master?” Carmia asks as he motions her closer.

“Turn around,” he commands.

“Yes Master,” she responds as she feels the same shiver as the Master unzips her back, running his hand inside of her rubbery skin, the touch as blissful as when Master filled them with his cock for the first time.

“Good mares get to be worn. And I know you two want to be good mares, don’t you?”

The two don’t even question the fact they are now living suits. It was simply a fact they already knew, only the sensation, the pleasure of what it feels like to be worn is new.

“Yes Master,” Carmia responds.

“Of Course, Master. We will be the best mares you’ve ever had!” Sally exclaims in delight.

“That is what I like to hear,” the Master responds as he pulls his hands out from their backs and zips them back up, leaving them with the full realization of just what that empty void within them really was.

With a little help from each other and Master guiding, Sally and Carmia manage to get their harness squared away, tightly squeezing their rubber forms an utter delight to be felt, even better than when they wore their fellow herd mates the day before. They polish and prepare, brush their rubber hair and grab their respective suits and head downstairs with Master right behind. They lead like a pair of draft horses leading their Master through the hotel and back to the convention center. Down the empty aisles they walk, the dealer’s den an hour half an hour away from opening to those who paid to get in early.

They see the two opposing tables, Toys-4-U and Toys Fur You. A purple gazelle and a pink rena-dragon hybrid are busy working getting their wares ready for the day, another toy a sleek black rubber sergal with Cyan hair checks stock in the back, as its tail wiggles, its rump hiked exposing its rear to any who could be passing by.

Sally and Carmia turn to the other table, where their fellow herd sisters are already hard at work preparing the table for the day.

“Finished just in time I see,” says Betsy.

“It was hard work, but I somehow did it again,” the Master replies as Sally and Carmia take their rubber former selves and slip them onto mannequins, showing off the rubber avian and orca suits to the world. A sign hangs nearby, “Inquire within for price.”

They work to smooth out the suits and give any last polishings as the doors open to the convention goers, the last day of the convention has begun, but for Sally and Carmia, it was the first day of the rest of their new lives.