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Salrith sucked in a shaky breath as she stepped across the fields, towards the still dim building that lay beyond the meandering fenceline. Her clothing was plain and simple, and her eight eyes were groggy, her hourglass pupils still dilated from the imprint she'd made. Her four arms felt slightly weak, like she was still shaking off sleep, and she found herself clenching and unclenching her fists by her sides. Despite what had happened, most people would be unaware. If anyone saw her, she could well be attacked.

Unless she got him to spot her first.

That was Salrith's plan. The arachnobold slipped quietly forward, eyes scanning the rolling field ahead. She could see several of the beasts milling about in the fenced-off field, the bulk of their scaly bodies skittering about in what might have been play, or simple curiosity. A couple of the vartello had inflated themselves, puffing up like balloons at each other in what Salrith assumed must be a dominance contest.

Michelangelo, or Mich as he preferred, didn't seem to keep any female vartello – or if he did, he kept them elsewhere to the males, somewhere Salrith hadn't seen before. Admittedly, she hadn't actually explored that much of the farm. But the females weren't why Salrith was here – not directly, anyway. Salrith bit her tongue, her black, bony mandibles twitching as she tried not to let her mind wander yet. She was going to meet the horse soon enough… First, she needed to set things up for the right sort of meeting.

Eyes scanning the field with precision she doubted a two-eyed creature had, Salrith frowned when she realised she couldn't see any red. There was a blue one – was that Stratus? Salrith couldn't tell vartello apart that well, and certainly not from a distance. Several of the bulky lizards were of browns or greens, their crocodilian limbs pulling themselves along the ground as they moved in their pen. But no reds. Diablo wasn't there.

Glancing around one more time to make sure that Mich wasn't in the field tending to the vartello, Salrith hauled herself up onto the fence and slipped down the other side, segmented tail making a soft rasping noise as it brushed against the wood. She could have just teleported by, but she didn't want to. She wanted to do this the proper way. She'd made her preparations, she'd done her duty, and this was her… perhaps not a reward, but at least an indulgence. For the next eighteen months until her imprint asserted itself, Salrith wasn't a Bookkeeper of space, she was just Salrith.

Some of the vartello looked over at her, but she didn't draw their full attention from this distance – she was a curiosity over here, an object of interest, but also of caution. That was why she adored Diablo so much – the red one was bold. That was why Salrith was his. Of course, they hadn't met yet, not this time, but that had never stopped either of them before. Diablo was a beast, and for all his cunning, for all his clever and wily nature, he was an animal who didn't think like Salrith or Mich thought. ...And if Salrith was right, then that list would be shortened to just Mich after a week or two.

Don't think about that now, the arachnobold thought, feeling a pleasant tingle run up under her tail.

Salrith made it to the entrance to the stables. She thought of them as stables, but she actually had no idea what they truly were – she had no real farm experience. But the wooden building with the straw-covered floor and the thatched roof was where the vartello were kept. Salrith unlatched and eased open the stable door, then felt her heartbeat thrum as it made an ominous creak. A skittering of heavy claws inside told her that something had heard her.

Salrith peeked inside.

There were a good twenty stalls in the main chamber of the stable. Though Mich didn't have quite so many vartello, or warts as they were nicknamed, he had almost enough. He probably had kept twenty until recently, then sold one or two. Most of them were outside – at this time of day they'd be free to roam as they pleased, but evidently Diablo had chosen to stay inside. Perhaps in anticipation of their feeding time in a half hour or so. Which explained why a red, angular snout pushed out from one of the stalls on the right, peered towards Salrith, and then tilted ever so slightly as if in confusion.

“Hey, boy," Salrith said quietly, slipping all the way into the stables. They stank of vartello and straw, a thick scent that stained her every breath. Her heart was thumping. Diablo peered at her in interest. “It's me. You won't remember me, but I remember you." Diablo didn't understand the words, of course. He was a beast. He knew some words he'd been taught, but language was beyond him. But that didn't mean he was stupid by any means. If he was, Salrith wouldn't have liked him so much. Someone in the relationship had to be smart, she smiled.

Taking a few steps towards him seemed to draw Diablo's proper interest, and the wart stalked out of his stall. Here was a new person coming to meet him! He was big. Bigger than Salrith by no small margin. Vartello were meant for riding, of course. They were mounts, reminiscent of big komodo dragons, but with a few appealing draconic traits to their features. Ridges here, scutes on their back, dashingly intelligent eyes, an enticing distribution of muscle, a scent that made Salrith feel flush… And of course, their most famous trait was their ability to bloat. Able to suck air into internal sacs that blew them up like a puffer fish. Combined with their crop, they could swallow their rider to provide warmth and safety, then spit them back out afterwards. It was a little bizarre, but Salrith didn't mind.

The wart with rich, crimson scales stalked towards Salrith, who stood there with arms slightly outspread, trying to show she meant no harm. Diablo came to a stop in front of her, an expression that Salrith had grown to think of as cocky on his bestial snout. Who are you, and where is my food? his expression seemed to demand. The black-scaled spider-kobold hybrid drew in a slow breath that was rich with vartello musk. Salrith felt weak in the knees, and she adored it. Memories of her last time in this stable gingerly filtered back to her. The first time she had felt giddy. Now she'd made preparations to be here for eighteen months. ...Would it be long enough? Salrith bit her tongue gingerly. It would, she insisted to herself. It was a lot of time to lose. How would she feel by the end?

Shaking her head, Salrith slowly brought her lower arms to Diablo's jaw. The vartello snorted and moved his head away. Not to be discouraged, Salrith hunched a little bit, to make herself seem smaller. Diablo was the one in charge, after all, Salrith was just trying to show him that fact. She had only half an hour to get this right. Trying again slowly, noting Diablo's fatty tail swaying slowly behind him in consideration and sweeping a gap in the straw, Salrith touched the beast's head. He was warm. Salrith held his snout with her upper arms this time, four chitinous fingers on each hand cupping his magnificent muzzle carefully. Her lower right hand came up to pat Diablo's nose. The vartello looked at her expectantly, big yellow eyes skeptical as if waiting for what he'd get in return for suffering this indignity.

Salrith was sure he'd be happy with the answer, though. He always was. With her left lower hand, Salrith reached down and found her own waistband, then gently eased it down. She pulled, moving slowly, still patting Diablo until she had loosened her loose pants enough that they fell to her ankles. Luckily, they rode up under her tail and weren't anchored over it, like some styles of fashion preferred.

Diablo sniffed, then snuffled. Salrith's breath caught in her throat. Yes, she thought. That's right. The red wart looked at her with a new look, one that made her swallow hard. A moment later Diablo urged away her hands with a gruff shake of his head, and then pushed his snuffling snout forwards and down, beneath Salrith's modest udder.

The contact of Diablo's nose with the front of Salrith's dark blue spade left her trembling in anticipation. She looked down at the vartello with a grin, but Diablo didn't return her look. The beast had found something interesting, and who Salrith was suddenly didn't matter. It made Salrith happy in a perverse way. These moments, when Diablo didn't care about who she was so much as what she was, excited her to no end. Though Salrith's pheromones clouded higher thought, Diablo seemed to shrug that element off – perhaps because, being a beast, he already thought in such a primal flow. His nostrils flared against Salrith as he inhaled.

The scent of a female.

“That's right, boy," Salrith whispered, hands coming back to Diablo's head. “I know how much you like this scent, so I—ah!“

Slurp. Salrith's words choked off into a gasp as she felt the wart's thick, blunt tongue slip past his red-scaled lips to take in Salrith's taste. His slimy, wriggly tongue licked up the underside of Salrith's spade, reminding Salrith of just how forward the vartello was when he got started. With a thump of her heart, Salrith realised that there was no going back now. If she tried to pull away, Diablo would pin her. Instead, Salrith tried to hold onto Diablo's snout again, and the wart chose that moment to sample the curious female in front of him a little more thoroughly. Salrith felt his tongue push, squirming and slithering, probing at her entrance until her puffy folds relented.

The feeling of something living and warm squelching into her cunt made Salrith emit a soft squeal, hunching ever so slightly forward. Diablo simply adjusted his position to follow, so that he could get the best angle on the arachnobold as was possible. Diablo was a beast, big enough to ride, and he had a tongue to match. His slimy, wet muscle stretched Salrith's cookie and made her whole body feel flush and hot as Diablo investigated what was so kindly being put on offer.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. Salrith forced herself to breathe as she felt the wart's tongue going everywhere. Forcing its way inwards inch by inch, making her walls clench down – which in turn only encouraged Diablo further. “M-mother egg," Salrith panted around the wet, lewd squelching noises that sounded out as Diablo blithely examined her soft cunt. Salrith adored him.

For what felt like minutes, the red reptile explored the arachnobold, slurping his tongue in and out in long, rippling flexes of his oral appendage. Salrith could feel the beast tasting her, testing her, inspecting her equipment in a deeply primal way. Not once did Diablo look up at her. The only important attribute Salrith had to the wart already bore Diablo's full attention.

Then all at once, with a wet schlop that made Salrith's tail stiffen in embarrassment, the vartello pulled his alarmingly long tongue back out. Salrith felt it snaking out from between her legs and sliming up her udder right between her teats, leaving her cunt still parted and bare to the cold air. Evidently Diablo was satisfied. Salrith let out a trembling breath, then sucked in another one.

Male.

Salrith caught the scent right away. Her snout was fine-tuned, she'd learned. Her species was a very scent-based one, using pheromones to both communicate and dominate. She didn't even need to look to know that Diablo's thick, feral shaft would be slowly dropping from his slit, halfway to unsheathing. Content with what he'd learned, Diablo prowled around her then, showing off that his bulky body could be surprisingly nimble when he wanted it to be. Salrith didn't move, instead simply standing there, waiting for the beast's next move.

Salrith felt it as a sudden and firm nudge under her tail. Diablo's angular snout pushing beneath her black and blue, segmented tail and nosing upwards. Salrith held her breath. She knew what the vartello was demanding. Lift, and bend. But Salrith had played this game before, although never fully. She did know a couple of the rules by now though. With a sheepish movement, she took one forwards step away from the vartello.

The way that Diablo bristled was almost audible to Salrith. The vartello took a firm step forwards that sent straw flying a few paces away, and again shoved his snout under Salrith's tail again, this time with a soft nip to the base of her tail. Salrith gasped silently, lifting her tail ever so slightly to let Diablo see her squishy spade, still glistening with the beast's saliva… then took another step forwards.

Diablo growled, and Salrith swallowed in anticipation. Clumsily or not, she'd initiated this brief courting with the beast, and now she was playing hard to get. She knew how Diablo would respond. She braced herself.

With a thump, she felt Diablo's head impact her back to knock her to the floor. It would have hurt if she hadn't been anticipating it, but as it was it only served to send her sprawling on all sixes, hands and knees. She looked back at the red, prowling beast. Diablo was stepping towards her with a swaying gait, from this position so much bigger than Salrith was. He had to be at least eight times her size in body mass, and though his inflatable physiology made him look bulky and almost overweight, Salrith knew that he was mostly muscle and sinew. Once he was on Salrith's back, the arachnobold wouldn't be able to get out again unless Diablo let her – she knew, she'd tried before in other timelines. Each step seemed to make Diablo swing a little from side to side, and the effect beneath him caught the arachnobold's eyes. A thick, jutting, bulbous shaft, reddish-purple and covered in slime, swayed to and fro with each step. It looked thicker than Salrith's wrist, and it slapped Diablo's belly as the beast prowled forwards with intent. The only reason Salrith wasn't terrified by the prospect was that she knew from experience she could handle it – but even then it was a little terrifying.

“O-okay, you win," Salrith whispered. She swallowed, and then slowly lifted her tail up and to the left, out of the way. Diablo snorted, maybe in approval, and then all at once Salrith felt his heated weight sliding over her back. Claws scrabbled at the floor, finding the best position, before she felt them come to rest in front of her shoulders. They were close enough together that they caged Salrith in, and the arachnobold knew that was a deliberate move by Diablo. Salrith wouldn't be able to leave, now that she'd accepted Diablo's courting. She heard a satisfied rumble from above as Diablo realised something. Salrith looked up at the underside of his jaw with a shiver as she processed what it was that Diablo had realised – Salrith was in place now, and the black-scaled female would not be able to leave until Diablo made certain she was heavy with a clutch. Because Salrith's kind were omni-fertile. That was one of their points.

Salrith felt a prod, of something greasy and fat against her legs. Diablo was taking final position, seeking the soft cunt he'd tasted only bare minutes before. With a snort, Diablo rolled his hips forwards and Salrith felt the slippery length jab against her thigh, almost uncomfortably heated.

“Nnh," she hissed. “L…Left," she said to the beast, not that Diablo would understand. Again he rocked his hips forwards, jabbing the pointed tip of his monstrous shaft against Salrith's ass and causing it to poke his own stomach. Diablo let out a dissatisfied hiss. “Then aim better," Salrith hissed back. Though the words would have been meaningless, Diablo still bit Salrith's shoulder for it, making her yelp. Then the vartello pressed his belly softly against Salrith's back, took careful aim, dragging the warm and slimy tip of his cock around the arachnobold's rear until he felt it brush against her increasingly damp folds… and humped forwards. This time Salrith felt the curving shaft catch – and suddenly a beast of a cock was driving into the soft, Y-shaped cleft of her spade, spreading her open, already dripping slime that would ultimately leave her womb swelling. “NGHAH!" she shouted, voice echoing through the stable and eyes widening as Diablo so callously drove himself inwards, making Salrith's insides burn in pain. Inches of bulbous, throbbing, feral cock squashed up against her folds and were pushed until Salrith's body gave out, and they squashed inside with an audible pop, leaving her writhing. She both loved and hated this part. Diablo was huge, and that initial sink left her writhing in unaccustomed pain – but at the same time it felt so good to have her folds spread open like that. It felt right. It was primal and rough and she groaned out loud as Diablo seemed to take a moment to just enjoy the heat clamping down around his breeder.

And then the fucking started in earnest.

Salrith gasped as Diablo wrenched his vaguely corkscrewed, bulbous cock out from her pussy, leaving only the slime-coated tip inside. She'd felt so immensely stuffed, but she knew that had only been a few of the beast's fifteen or sixteen feral inches. Diablo could prise open Salrith's innermost depths when he was in the mood. And he was always in the mood. Diablo humped inside. Salrith felt that greasy spire skewering into her, stretching her cunt into an O shape, raking along her nerves and leaving her clawing at the stable floor. She writhed, smelling the overwhelming stink of unwashed male vartello, and squeezed around that stiff, thick slab stuffed under her tail. Mother egg, this was what she was made for. “G-good boy," she hissed out as Diablo pulled back again only to thump himself a little deeper, each jolting hump leaving Salrith shaking. “Breed y-your female," she panted, eyes lidding over.

Diablo evidently didn't like her squirming though, and a moment later Salrith heard the telltale inhalation of breath from the beast on top of her. Diablo's belly swelled, and pushed down on Salrith. Not a full inflation, just enough to squash the arachnobold down into the ground, so she couldn't move anymore. Salrith's cunt was right where Diablo wanted it to be, and that was all that mattered to the beast. With a bestial giddiness, Diablo began to pound down into Salrith's now upturned rear, wet, obnoxious squelching noises filling the air. Salrith could do nothing to stop them. She was finding it hard to think as Diablo's cock thumped down into her again and again, roughly, needily, a bestial drive spurring the beast on. Diablo didn't care about making it fun or enjoyable. There was only one goal to this coupling, and that was to pump as much of his fertile, heated seed into the female as possible. Diablo didn't care if Salrith finished or not. But Salrith could already feel it building with every bump that was forced into her spade.

Thump, thump, thump, squelch. Harder Diablo drove Salrith down, his cock slipping in and out of the arachnobold's cunt. Diablo let out a loud trill of delight as he shoved down harder and felt more wonderful inches squash inside the female between his legs, and Salrith sucked a quick breath. Diablo's shoves were getting more and more frantic, and the beast was clutching at her desperately. Each rolling smack of Diablo's hips downwards stuffed Salrith until her spade couldn't stretch any wider and her legs were trembling. Diablo's urgent bucking was a sign though, one Salrith was passingly familiar with. That meant—

Heat bloomed in Salrith's nethers as she felt Diablo hump in hard and come to an abrupt stop, cock throbbing desperately inside, thickening and thickening, stiffening and throbbing. Salrith could feel Diablo's heartbeat as the vartello's cock expanded. Warts had equipment that ballooned just like they did when they peaked, and Salrith felt her insides being stretched the whole way through. Her jaws opened wide in a mixture of shock and fulfilled expectations as she felt the vartello scratching at the ground in bliss. Splrt… splrtch… splrt-splrtsplrtspltspltspltch, she felt every wild, rapid pulse of slime spurting into her depths as Diablo's cock dilated them to pump his cockslobber as deep as possible. She felt each and every throb of the vartello's plump breeder, each one making it thicken ever so slightly as Diablo pumped custardy cockslobber between Salrith's legs, into her body, filling her up. Salrith writhed as much as her pinned body could, just to feel how helpless she was; she couldn't shift the wart's cock from inside her, there was no way off. Diablo's every squirt was going to be pulsed sloppily into Salrith's wet and squeezing spade until the beast was done.

“Mother egg, yes," Salrith gasped, pushing back against Diablo, ignoring the burn in her obscenely stretched spade, focusing only on the rhythmic, wonderful throbbing of the beast's orgasm. Being bred by an animal. A beast. Salrith felt each jet of sticky goo splattering against her insides, being pushed by each contraction of Diablo's muscles that little bit further in; felt it slipping and oozing into that protected chamber that left Salrith's stomach full of butterflies.

And then Diablo began to roll his hips again. Salrith gasped and wrapped her two upper hands around Diablo's front claws, holding on for dear life as the beast began to hump again with renewed fervour. Salrith adored this about the vartello. They were so quick to finish, but they'd breed Salrith over and over again before they got tired, as though refractory periods weren't part of their biology.

One round wouldn't take long enough, but with three or four or eight, she was fairly sure of what would happen. As Diablo began pistoning his slimy rod in and out of the arachnobold's trembling body, now coated in his own cum and so much thicker again, Salrith curled her toes and let herself be driven towards that wonderful, fast-approaching edge.

In and out, the only noises were the wet squelches of Diablo driving his bulbous, bloating dick into the spade beneath him, the heavy gasps and grunts of the beast and his female, and the occasional scratch of claws on straw-covered stone. Now and then it would stop, as a particularly thick section would try to gain entrance and Salrith's muscles would stop it – but Diablo's sheer strength always won out, squelching the fat bulb in and drawing a gasp from the arachnobold underneath. Salrith could smell Diablo's cum, intoxicating and thick, a musty scent that made her head swim in want. She could feel it oozing inside her, being churned by the beast's cock as he dug deeper and deeper into Salrith until it was a warm froth. Slowly, Diablo's cock was shrinking back to its normal size with each hip-jarring hump, but Salrith's cunt was already stretched, letting the vartello piston in that little bit deeper every time. It was too much! It was what she'd been craving, and it was too much, in the best way.

“Gh-“ she gasped, pushing up with a longing that was purely physical. She let out a whine, which earned a satisfied growl from the vartello. His female was submitting. Salrith wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back. She wasn't sure how long she wanted to hold back, either. Diablo wouldn't care, wouldn't stop. He'd keep breeding Salrith into the ground, until his simple beast brain felt satisfied that the arachnobold was assured to be knocked up. Mother egg, she was going to end up knocked up by the domesticated vartello. She felt Diablo's cock squirt another jet of slime into her depths, and she wasn't even sure if it was precum or something more virile. Salrith curled her toes and sucked a deep breath.

So close! Salrith could feel it coming. She could feel slime starting to ooze down her thighs, making a mess of her legs. She could feel her cunt struggling to close again, kept spread by the fat bulges of the vartello's cock as it bucked back in and out. She could feel the tingling sensitivity in her teats as Diablo's weight squished her udder into the floor. She could feel Diablo pulsing as he eagerly humped himself towards his second climax, ready to loose another series of custard-like jets from his tapering tip so deep inside Salrith's folds. She heard Diablo panting atop her, his breaths coming in ragged huffs as his hips kept pounding his plump breeder under Salrith's tail. Salrith felt his scaly body bearing down on her, pinning her, and the arachnobold's eyes squeezed closed. She was being filled so completely, and it was just what she'd imagined. Just what she'd needed. Because she was Diablo's female. She pushed her head up to nuzzle the vartello, who growled back down at her, sending shivers down Salrith's spine as the beast forced a particularly thick bulge of his throbbing slab against Salrith's spade and pushed until it sank in with a schlrk. Salrith felt her body stretch, felt Diablo pushing hard enough to make a vartello-cock shaped bulge in the blue of her belly, pressing her udder out a little. Then Salrith realised with a hazy jolt that Diablo had only managed to fit half of himself inside yet.

That thought made Salrith squeal, and lose control.

Loud, desperate, unable to keep her own breath under control, Salrith felt her spade start to convulse around the beast on her back as wet splatters squirted backwards between Diablo's hindlegs while Salrith peaked helplessly. The arachnobold couldn't stop squeezing, her cunt contracting and clamping down hungrily around the fat, bulbous breeder slopping in and out of it. She pushed so hard against Diablo, desperate for him to push deeper no matter how it hurt or stretched, she just needed so much more. Her legs were so shaky, and she realised that the only reason she was still maintaining position was because Diablo's cock was almost holding her up from inside. Her tail was squashed between her back and Diablo's belly, and with every embarrassing clench she felt watery fluids squirting down from around the beast's shaft, cascading to the floor.

Diablo hissed out in bliss, Salrith's own rhythmic clenches pushing him into his second wild climax, and Salrith felt him slamming her hips needily. This time he didn't stop, he just kept bucking into Salrith, wrenching bulbous sections of his bestial cock back out of the spasming arachnobold, only to shove them back in even as Salrith felt his fleshy spire tense and squirt thick gouts of spunk between her increasingly sloppy folds, spraying so deep that she felt it in her very core. Salrith couldn't control herself, couldn't stop it as her blood pounded through her hearing, head swimming with carnal bliss as the beast plumbed and plugged her insides with inflating cock.

By the time Diablo's plump shaft had finally spent its second load, Salrith's breathing was haggard. She clutched at the vartello's legs and thought she could see spots, still feeling the warm blood pulsing through Diablo's body every time his enormous spire flexed. Primal. Potent. The lizard on top of her was snorting hot air, and hesitated for a few moments as his shaft fattened a little further. He was far from done with Salrith.

Except then there came a sudden whistle that cut sharply through the air, evidently having different plans. Diablo immediately stiffened – a motion that made Salrith shudder – and then twisted slightly.

“Diablo! Kalak. 'Ere, boy."

The voice was firm, yet almost casual in its accent. It was the voice of someone who practiced the art of speaking only very occasionally, instead choosing action. Salrith's immediate impression was someone perhaps a little slow of thought, but methodical. Steadfast. Diablo, however, responded immediately. Salrith looked forward to the day she knew what Diablo felt.

The lurch was so abrupt though that Salrith had to gasp as she felt the vartello scrabble backwards, pulling an ungodly number of inches out from inside her cunt and making her backwards-angled spade grip and stretch like it was reluctant to let go. Yet Diablo pulled unceasingly, disengaging from the arachnobold fast as his bulky red body could move. No longer under the vartello, Salrith slumped forwards and lay there, realising dimly that she and Diablo had made a surprisingly copious puddle of already cooling slime, and that without the enormous, slimy plug in her cunt, gushes of vartello cum were oozing from under her tail. She could feel it oozing down the back of her udder. Her tail flopped down and lay limply between her splayed legs, and she became dimly aware of the fact that she was panting. Diablo had squeezed some of the air out of her by mistake.

Sturdy-sounding clops of hooves marked Mich's arrival beside Salrith. Although she'd met the horse before in another timeline, it had only been once. Mich had had certain proclivities that left Salrith confident they'd get along, but to Mich she was still a stranger, who had broken in and now lay in a very compromising position.

Salrith's tail weakly stiffened as embarrassment flooded through her.

Mich crouched down, resting his forearms on his knees, his long-haired tail hanging down behind him. His chestnut fur covered thickly muscled limbs, and he smelled of vartello and hay. Salrith tried not to judge him for the hay part. He was shirtless and wore simple, blue overalls, and he had a dark mane that hung around his neck. Salrith dared a glance to the side, and saw Mich's face was one of surprise.

“Well, ain't you a pretty thing," he said. Salrith swallowed. “You alright?"

The arachnobold cleared her throat sheepishly, trying to think about what to say, still feeling dazed from the vartello that had been clawing at her just a minute ago. She'd had a plan for this part… Behind him, Diablo gave a frustrated growl.

“Diablo, reyath," he said sharply, and the growls faded to a discontented grumble. “This ain't your female," he told the wart. He looked back at Salrith and perhaps saw something there, because a moment later he added, “Are you? Coz… I don't remember buyin' a beast like you."

Salrith slowly swallowed. Mich was kneeling right beside her, looking down at her with a curious expression. The arachnobold's gaze swept across his broad shoulders, down to his scuffed and stained overalls, to the surprisingly heavy bulge in his pants. Salrith knew about sheaths now, but they were still mysterious to her. She looked back away.

“That's because nobody owned me to sell," she said slowly.

“Oh, you speak!" Mich responded. The horse gave a rumbling chuckle, then lifted a hand to scratch at his soft nose. One ear flicked as he regarded the arthropod-reptile hybrid. He seemed to be chewing over Salrith's response. Then, “Wild beast, are ya?" Salrith's stomach fluttered. “In need of a good home?"

The way he asked, eyebrow raised and voice laced with a soft chuckle, it could have been a joke. A way of making light of the obviously embarrassing position. She could laugh at it, and Mich'd help her up and give her a towel and everything would slowly swivel towards being swept under the proverbial rug. But Salrith had had dealings with Mich before, and knew that it wasn't just a joke. It was a sounding rod, being used to test the waters. So instead of chuckle, she thought for a moment.

Salrith's response was to wag her tail a little.

The motion made Diablo start, scrabbling a step towards them until Mich gave a word and had him stop. Then he looked over the arachnobold a little more carefully, this time with an appraising eye.

“We-ell. Y'know, first wart I ever owned, Brutus, he was a wild one. Trained 'im up m'self. My pa taught me. First rule, m' pa said, is never take in a beast y'ain't acquainted with. Give 'em a good look-over," Mich said, making what felt like casual conversation. Salrith just swallowed and looked at him. In response, the horse moved his hands, placing one down on Salrith's back. His hand was warm and soft, even through the arachnobold's shirt. Mich slid his hand up the curve of Salrith's back, bringing his second hand up, until suddenly he was gently holding Salrith's head. “Yup," he said, looking down into the arachnobold's eight eyes. “Pa said, gotta give em a good look over, so's you know whatcher dealin' with."

Mich's hands slid further and each came to wrap around one of Salrith's mandibles. The arachnobold tried twitching them back and forth, letting Mich feel the strength in them as they strained against his palms. Mich slid two fingers from each hand against Salrith's lips as he kept a hold of her mandibles, easing them inside and meeting minimal resistance, then opened the arachnobold's mouth. Salrith rolled her tongue ever so slightly out from between her lips, showing off the thin, slimy tip.

“Yeah… healthy set a fangs there. Pretty good, fer a wild one," he said, his voice coy. Salrith felt a shiver run up and down her spine as the horse examined her. “Mmh, love yer eyes, too. Now lessee." Salrith remained there on all sixes as Mich proceeded to trail his hands down to hold the arachnobold's wrists, lifting them and peering at each of her limbs. He noted Salrith's eight fingers on her primary hands with delight, and seemed all the more intrigued by the fact that her secondary arms only had six digits. He ran his palms almost intimately across Salrith's softer, blue belly, already slightly swollen from her romp with Diablo, pressing gingerly while holding Salrith's gaze. He slowly let his palm lift the gentle weight of Salrith's udder, flicking a thumb across her two teats appraisingly, only to give one the gentlest pinch – earning a silent gasp. Not once did he ask Salrith to speak, and the arachnobold was oddly content to remain silent. Right now, Mich treated her like a beast. Salrith was sheepishly eager to let that stand.

“Now let's see what ol' Diablo did back here," Salrith heard as the horse slid one hand down to the base of Salrith's tail. Salrith sucked in a quick breath, heart suddenly thumping in her chest. Here it began. Mich evidently heard the gasp, because immediately Salrith felt Mich's other hand press gently between her ivory horns. “There, now, dontchu worry. Easy, girl, yer new owner's gotcha," she heard the horse croon.

Salrith felt Mich's fingers curl around the midsection of her segmented tail and tug. The arachnobold probably could have resisted, but she was caught between too excited and too nervous to really resist. Up her tail went, and Salrith saw Mich dip his head to look under. All of a sudden Salrith was caught in a wave of deep, potent embarrassment, and she felt her tail stiffen. She knew that mammals often went red in the face, but Salrith's chitinous scales didn't bear that option. Her body responded in other ways to the embarrassment.

Unfortunately, one of them was with shameful excitement, and she felt her spade clench unintentionally, the contraction making her recently-loosened folds wink at the horse. Humiliated immediately, Salrith relaxed, which just let some of Diablo's thick slime dribble out from her cunt and trickle down the underside of her udder. She let out a choked murmur of shame. How long would she be able to hold onto those feelings?

“Mmhm," Salrith heard the horse answer. “Looks like 'e did a real nummer on ya, little bitch."

“I-I'm not a bitch," Salrith said, lifting her body a little. “I'm pretty nice when you get to know me, I promise." Silence was her only answer for a few seconds, before she felt the sudden touch of a finger, right against her cunt.

“Naw, girl," Mich rumbled. “Bitch is the term what fer female beasts with cunts like yers. See, ladies got these nice, polite slits. Mares got spacious ones fer big brutes. And bitches have puffy, juttin' triangular things on proud display all the time. Like you. Don'tcha worry none, though – you'll get used t'it in a few days." He cupped Salrith's cunt with his palm, giving it a gentle squeeze. Salrith gasped, eight eyes wide. “Now shh, hold still, girl, this is gonna feel weird—“

Salrith didn't have time to answer before she felt Mich push. His finger squashed unceremoniously into the cum-drooling, sloppy mess that was her cunt, and she let out a noise halfway between a chitter and a hiss. She dug her fingers into the floor and clenched her teeth as she felt Mich start to slide his thick digit between her soft, still-tender folds. The horse's other hand held her steady, keeping her in place, pressing gently down on her back.

It had been a test, of course. A few days, Mich had said. Testing to see if Salrith would object. And when she did not … Mich knew Salrith liked the idea of staying. Of taking it further. Diablo growled from his corner, watching Mich touch the arachnobold so intimately, but Mich just barked something Salrith didn't understand.

“Reyath." Diablo quietened to a grumble. “Eager little guy, seems to have it in his head that yer his. But everythin' on this ranch belongs to me, first." Mich gave a grunt, then pushed. Salrith felt his finger dig in deeper, knuckles squashing through the slick parting under her tail and making the arachnobold yelp. It felt good. Having Mich just casually finger her like that left her biting the tip of her tongue and hanging her head. “Nice 'n easy, be a good bitch now… almost done," the horse rumbled, stroking Salrith's back as he gently fingered her. The motion began to make Salrith pant, and she let her head hang down between her front arms. The way Mich was examining her felt far too sensual to be truly necessary. Salrith could feel him rubbing at spots that surely didn't need to be rubbed… stroking her walls in a way that surely didn't need to be stroked – and it felt almost overwhelming. Salrith could smell the scent that clung to Mich, too, and the layers beneath it. Strip away the vartello and the hay, and he smelled almost salty. In a good way. A very good way.

Then, just when Salrith felt like she was starting to build towards the edge again, Mich pulled his hand back, popping that thick digit out. “There," she heard the horse say as she felt a slimy digit being wiped off on her ass. The act of being used as a washcloth made Salrith turn and frown at Mich.

“Hey—“ she began, only to be interrupted.

“Reyath," Mich said firmly. Salrith stopped, blinking eight eyes at the horse. Then he smiled. “Mmhm. Looks like the stables're goin up by one prime bitch, they are. Diablo's gonna be real, real happy 'bout that, huh?"

Salrith squirmed gently, tail stiffening and mandibles twitching in embarrassment while she looked at the floor, swallowing. There it was. Some invisible line had been crossed, some unknown quality had been confirmed by the horse. He had switched from cautious to bold, and they could both tell that the arachnobold still wasn't putting a stop to it.

“You know it too, dontcha? That's why I heard all those squeals from Diablo bein' on top," Mich whispered, patting Salrith's back. Salrith slowly nodded her head. “Attagirl. So, now what to do with ya…"

Diablo stirred in the background as Mich rubbed Salrith's back. The arachnobold could hear the scrabbling of claws on the ground, pushing straw around as he eyed the two up. Despite that, he made no attempts to muscle in on the strange moment being shared by Mich and the arachnobold. The scent of vartello still permeated the stable, and Salrith still found it exciting. Her insides felt gooey and she still ached from where Diablo had bred her. Kneeling there on all sixes beside Mich was surprisingly hard, but the secret delight and anticipation welling up inside her kept her steady. Then again, given the way that Mich kept one hand on her rear and another one patting her back in a surprisingly pleasant way… perhaps it wasn't so secret.

When no answer seemed to be forthcoming, Salrith cleared her throat shyly.

“Well, you—“

“Reyath_,_" Mich said, voice harsh. Salrith looked at him.

“What does that—“

“Reyath." This time, Salrith felt the horse's hand leave her rump.

It came back with a smack, making the arachnobold lurch forwards slightly.

“Ow!" she yelped, looking at Mich with a hurt expression. Truthfully, it hadn't hurt that much, but the surprise had jolted her.

“Problem with you wild ones," he rumbled. “Don't unnerstand commands. Reyath," he repeated, and this time his hand slid from Salrith's back, all the way up to her face. Mich closed his fingers around the end of Salrith's snout, pinching her jaws closed. Salrith's eight eyes crossed as she focused on the hand holding her muzzle shut, then drifted back to Mich. The horse wore a firm expression, brows raised above serious, brown eyes. Salrith felt her mandibles twitch slightly at the feeling of having Mich holding both her muzzle and ass at the same time. A moment later, Mich released her snout. “Arright. I decided," he rumbled. “I'll trial ya today. See how ya fit in with the warts, 'n' if they like ya, I'll think 'bout longer term. I been wantin' a new breedin' female anyways."

“Trial me today?" Salrith asked apprehensively. Excitedly, too. “Breeding female?"

“Reyath. Don'tcha growl at me, girl," Mich rumbled, patting Salrith's head. “S'allright. You'll be back with Diablo soon enough." Mother egg, Salrith thought. That thought made her mandibles twitch.

“I think I need a little break first," the arachnobold uttered, just one sentence against the command that apparently meant quiet. It seemed to still earn the scorn of the horse, who lightly swatted the bridge of her muzzle.

“I toldja not to growl at me. Hmm. Yer really itchin' fer more time with yer vartello drake, huh? Arright, girl," he said. Without another word, Mich stood up and walked across to one of the stable walls. He frowned, tapping one elbow with his other hand, looking at a tangle of leather straps that hung from a multitude of hooks. Salrith looked on intently. In short order, Mich was striding back over with a pair of loops of leather in his hands. He knelt down beside Salrith and lifted up one of the loops of leather, holding it to her head. “Aeor," he said. Salrith looked to him in confusion, but before anything could be said, Mich was sliding worn, aged leather over Salrith's face. He hooked it behind Salrith's horns, then began pulling straps tight. Salrith opened her jaws to issue an objection, but Mich used that moment to press a wooden bar against – and suddenly between her lips. A bit.

With a creak of leather, Mich pulled the bridle taut, and Salrith suddenly found that she couldn't speak. A wave of excitement flushed through the arachnobold's system and she found herself swaying her tail a little. This drew the attention of Diablo, who made a keen rumbling noise. Salrith was still facing away from the vartello, and her tail wagging left the beast with an eyeful of what he had been exploring so recently.

“Yeah, don't worry, boy, you'll get 'er back soon enough," Mich rumbled. Salrith felt her mandibles twitch in embarrassment. She looked up at the horse. The straps for her bit dug in under her mandibles, and the wood tasted terrible. Like animal. Yet it felt so right. He rubbed Salrith's head, then clicked his tongue. He knelt in front of Salrith, then shook his head. “Course… this is all wrong, ain't it?" he asked. He reached forwards, and gripped Salrith's shirt. The last piece of clothing Salrith had.

“Rrh," Salrith rumbled around the bit, drawing slightly back. She wasn't sure he wanted to give it up just yet. The notion was hot, but she was cold. Mich didn't seem to take her wants into consideration though, because with a tug, Salrith felt the fabric sliding. With a grumble, she relented and lifted first her lower arms, then her upper – letting the fabric slide off, leaving her as naked as Diablo.

'Only people wear clothes. Who ever heard of a beast bitch wearin' a shirt, hmm?" Mich gave a wry smile, like it was a big joke, and then seized the leather affixed to her head. Salrith's reins. He stood up, and gave a tug. “Kalak."

Salrith froze. Here was another test. Mich was asking her to follow, she knew. It didn't take a genius. So would she get up and follow, or was she willing to keep playing along even after all this, and follow on all sixes? Mich was still watching carefully, to see where Salrith's lines were. Where her actual limits appeared. But Salrith had come here to push those. She was nervous, but she wanted Mich to find those points and push past them, not shy away. So she had to show Mich that she had no limits, even if it was a lie. So, like the beast she was playing, Salrith sheepishly began to crawl forwards after the horse, down the aisle between the stalls. After a moment of watching, Mich began to walk, too.

“Heh. … Attagirl," she heard the horse rumble. Mich led her into a stall that had a bedding of old and worn down straw, a water trough, and an empty one that was presumably for food. He walked in with Salrith, then deftly tethered her reins to a hook on the back wall. Then he knelt, and with a swift motion he used the second loop of leather to bundle all four of Salrith's wrists together, anchoring them to a secondary hook near the bottom of the wall. With a quick tug, Salrith found that she couldn't get her hands free. Helplessly, she felt her spade throb just a tiny bit. “I got some stuff to sort out. Library, apothecary, y'know. I'll be back in a few hours, but til then, I'll let you two lil' lovebirds get back t'what you were doin'."

“Rrh?" Salrith asked, breath catching in her throat. She tried to turn to watch Mich leave, but found that the horse had tethered her head to the wall by a surprisingly short margin. She couldn't turn around more than a few degrees, and was firmly stuck facing in the stall. She could only listen as the hoofclops of the horse marked him walking out of the stall again.

“Kalak," she heard the horse say. It wasn't to her, though. Salrith held her breath, feeling her heart starting to thump in her chest. She tried to relax, to slow her racing thoughts. She drew in a slow and shaky breath, and immediately the scent of Diablo – earthen, surprisingly smoky, patently male – flooded in through her nostrils. It was heady and made her whole body tense and relax in waves. She was in Diablo's stall. Naked, on all sixes, exposed. “'Ere y'go. All yers, boy," Salrith heard Mich say, before the scratching of claws on hard ground drew closer. A sensation of presence crept up on the back of Salrith's mind, and she tried to turn her head to see the vartello she knew was approaching. Yet, even with eight eyes, Salrith couldn't get more than Diablo's shadow on the wall beside her. She felt scaly hide rubbing against her bare legs and felt a big and blunt snout bump against her back. The shadow vartello on the wall nuzzled against Salrith's shadow. Then it withdrew, jostled excitedly, and began to move forwards. Moments later, a heavy weight was sliding over Salrith's back, warm and oppressive. Salrith looked up and saw the underside of Diablo's jaw coming to hover above her head.

“So now." The voice surprised Salrith, and her head snapped to the left as much as it could, spotting Mich crouching next to her again. She made a formless rumbling noise around the wooden bit between her jaws. “Mmh," Mich said, reaching forwards and placing his hand under the arachnobold's jaw. It felt almost… affectionate. “...Last chance, girl," Mich said. “If I walk outta here, he's gonna breed you, 'n' I know yer kind can catch almost anythin'. Vartello don't last long but they can go fer round after round. Diablo's a wilful one, too, you really picked one. Ya will end up with wart eggs, an' that puffy beast cunt a yers is gonna stretch like you do not unnerstand. Blink twice if you want out. Goin' once." Salrith sucked in a breath, looking up at Mich. One last opportunity to get out. Or she'd be here for eighteen months. “Goin' twice." Salrith bit a little harder on the bit as she felt Diablo moving on her back, grinding his thick, veiny, slime-coated cock against her bare rear. She heard him give the horse a growl that presumably meant go away. Then Mich patted both his knees, signalling the opportunity had passed. “...Lovebirds indeed. Good girl," he whispered just to Salrith. It made her shiver under the vartello. “Looks like y'left a real impression, Diablo. Arright." The horse stood up and moved away from Salrith without a word. The arachnobold felt Diablo humping his swollen cock against her flank and she swallowed, waiting for Mich to leave. Diablo was already growling in frustration, but Salrith was in control of this speed. She just had to keep her tail down. Once the horse was gone, she'd just… casually… lift her tail out to the side, and then see what happened.

“Hup," she heard from the horse as firm, warm fingers closed around the base of Salrith's tail.

“Rrh?!" Salrith yelped, pulling her head up sharply enough that her reins jerked it back, reminding her of how short a leash she was on. Mich held her tail.

“Don't worry Diablo, you earned this. Not often a male bumps the stable numbers up by one," the horse rumbled out, before he simply hefted Salrith's tail upwards, his farm-led strength giving him the muscle to easily overpower Salrith's will. Salrith made a strangled noise. “Don'tcha worry, girl, I'll be remindin' him who's in charge later on when I take my turn on ya." Salrith began to squirm, and felt Diablo's thick, slimy cock disappear from her side even as the vartello slowly ground and growled. “But fer now." Finally, Salrith felt Mich's fist bump right against her leaking, Y-shaped folds and hold there. It was like a ring pressing up against her cunt in an embarrassingly intimate touch. Before Salrith could question it though, Diablo bucked a little and she felt the slimy tip of his spire bump right against her triangular, jutting cunt. Mich was aiming Diablo. “_Easy, big fella, y'got yer bitch the next few _hours now." Mich relaxed his grip, and Salrith felt Diablo shoving forwards, pushing the first inch inside her cunt. Diablo was inside her again already. Mich was helping. Then Mich let go and Diablo humped, driving his cock deep as the horse held Salrith's tail out of the way. “Warts'll fuck any hole they find, 'n' I'd hate fer him to hit the wrong one – not gonna get eggs then, are we girl?"

Mich spoke, but Salrith could barely put the words together. Diablo's cock was already stretching her wide, splitting her cookie open as that plump shaft skewered in. The vartello set into humping wildly, and Salrith saw Diablo's tongue loll out from his snout, dripping a dollop of gleeful drool onto the straw beside them both as he began to breed his female with his owner's blessing. Salrith squealed over Mich's words, and the horse chuckled like it was a delightful joke. Salrith felt him pat her side as fluids began to slop out of her cunt again. Salrith thought she heard him say, “See ya in a few hours," before the sound of a stall sliding closed rang through the air, followed by retreating hoofclops. After that, there was just the sound of Diablo's eager growls and grunts, the wet slapping of a too-big cock thumping into a too-small cunt, and the increasingly shaky, muffled howls of an arachnobold.

* * *

When Salrith finally heard the stable door open again, she found it took her several seconds to groggily process what that meant. She had slumped forwards onto her bound hands, chest pressed against the floor of the stable while her legs kept her ass elevated. She'd lost count somewhere around seven of how many times Diablo had eagerly clawed at her as he pumped fresh, gooey ropes of slime into her stretched spade, and she couldn't remember how many times her own body had surrendered to the beast's wild fucking. She just kept peaking and peaking until she couldn't think of anything but how warm she felt under that magnificent animal, and how she never wanted him to pull his gently spiralling dick out again. And every time Diablo peaked, his whole cock bloated outwards and stretched Salrith all over again, gaping her passage as the beast's dick tried to violate the arachnobold's cervix. From the warmth she felt inside, Salrith thought he might have succeeded. Multiple times.

Exhausted and spent, without even the energy to lower her ass now that Diablo had finally pulled out and lay dozing beside her, it took the creak of Diablo's stall door to finally get through to the arachnobold. Mich was back.

“My, you worked her over good, Diablo," she heard the horse muse out loud. Salrith tried to turn to look, but she didn't have the strength to struggle against her reins. She realised that her tail was still draped to the side and out of the way, as it had been for what felt like hours as Diablo desperately pushed his cock as deep as he could. By the end, Salrith had taken almost all of it. Sheepishly, she tensed the muscles required to move her tail back and cover her broken-feeling cunt. They felt cramped from the hours spent in a raised position. She felt a hand immediately catch her tail to keep it out of the way though, and she let out a soft, meaningful whine.

“Mm, I know, girl, yer sore." Actually, she was embarrassed, but she knew that Mich knew that, too. It was all part of the act. “Don'tcha worry, I ain't gonna do nothin' yet. Diablo's still sleepin'. Mmh..."

Salrith felt Mich rub two fingers around the outside of her spade with surprising gentleness. She let out a soft hiss as the fuzz of his fingers brushed her slime-covered folds, reminding her of how sore Diablo had left them. Then his fingers left her puffy spade for a moment, before Salrith felt him gently cup her cunt with his palm and give a slow, testing push and squeeze. Salrith yelped as he tenderly groped her jutting cookie, making her leaking folds close and wobble, immediately telling her just how abused her anatomy had been over the hourse. He made his fingers into a ring around her cunt, loosely squeezing and making her hiss out in sheepish sensation. Then slowly, his touch retreated a little and lifted upwards. Salrith's tail gingerly tensed as Mich prodded and rubbed her pucker for a few moments, as though seeking entrance.

“Rrh!" Salrith mumbled through her bit. Soon enough though, Mich's hand left there and placed itself instead against the surface of her slightly bloated belly.

“Yeah… Diablo ain't touched yer back door, so all this bloatin's just from yer womb, eh? Good boy, Diablo, I think yer gonna be a dad," the horse rumbled as he rubbed Salrith's stomach patiently. Out of the corners of her eyes, Salrith saw one of Diablo's big, amber orbs flick open almost in prideful acknowledgement. The beast yawned, then went back to sleep. Mich reached forwards and unhitched Salrith's reins from the wall, then unbound her hands. “Kalak," he said, then whistled. Diablo's eyes opened immediately, but when he saw Mich tugging on the straps attached to Salrith's head he closed them again.

Salrith shakily pushed herself to all sixes, then began to turn. Mich gave a nod of approval as he walked out from the stall, long-haired tail swishing behind him occasionally, Salrith crawling shakily across the straw-covered floor after him.

The horse didn't say anything as he led Salrith slowly and patiently towards the stable's exit. When they reached the threshold, he poked his head out and looked around before he opened it all the way and stepped out, hooves landing on the dirt with surprising finesse. Salrith was shocked to find that it was nearly evening. How long had Diablo been going? With no way to track the time, it had all just blended together. Even so, she felt the muscles in her tail tense up at the thought of stepping out into the open like this – not just stark naked, but with her thighs covered in not-entirely-dried vartello cum and with a swollen stomach to boot, being led in animal restraints by the farmer.

“Kalak," Mich said again more firmly and, very hesitantly, Salrith followed him out onto the bare earth outside the stable. Claw marks were scratched into the dirt where vartello had walked countless times, wearing away the grass. The ground was hard and dug into her knees and hands, but her chitin-scale hide protected her from any real scrapes. It was slow going, but Mich seemed to be patently fine with the pace the arachnobold was setting, making no comment on it, moving at a slow gait himself. Salrith only came up to just above Mich's knees while she was on all sixes, so her perspective was odd compared to how she was used to seeing the horse in previous lines. She could see the horse almost smirking down at her from above, though there was nothing malicious about it. It seemed almost playful, intrigued.

Mich angled them towards what looked to be a barn nearby, and Salrith gave a small grunt of understanding that the horse paid no attention to. She tried to hurry past him, eager to get out of the open, only to find her reins come to an abrupt halt. She was jerked to a stop by the strands of leather around her head. She shot Mich a confused look, trying to express 'what's the big idea?' with her muzzle still occupied by the bit. The horse simply gave her a patient, blank expression. Then a moment later, he began walking again. “Kalak," he repeated.

Salrith tried to hurry forwards again, only to be jerked to a stop. Realisation pricked through her mind, and she slowly looked to the ground. When Mich again urged her to move, Salrith made sure not to go past him, instead following or crawling forward at his side.

By the time they reached the barn, Salrith's knees actually were sore. She squinted and wordlessly pinched and relaxed her mandibles, looking up at the horse. Standing beside him in his overalls, Salrith could see the hefty bulge in the crotch of his blue fabric, and the way that his powerful muscles defined the overall shape of his clothing. Mich was strong. Substantially moreso than Salrith. That thought made a tingle run down her back.

Mich pushed open the door of the barn and led Salrith in to a bare dirt floor. There was a series of bars on one side that seemed to be set up at random, and there were numerous farming tools and instruments lined up on another wall. She could see coils of rope, bags of food, shovels, blankets, buckets and saddles and things she didn't even know the names of. Near a workbench, she saw that a large wooden tub had been set up. She looked up at the horse again in curiosity.

“Aeor," Mich rumbled. Salrith lifted one eyeridge. She had to admit, she had no idea what that one meant. However, whatever she did seemed to satisfy Mich, who removed her bridle and bit, leaving her without so much as a scrap of clothing. She stuck out her tongue and tried flexing her jaw again.

“C'mon, girl. Kalak. Let's getcha all cleaned up," the horse said as she did, moving across to the tub. Salrith noted that there was a small stool beside it that she hadn't spotted before. Did Mich intend to bathe her? She felt a twinge of surprise and opened her mouth for a moment. Then she closed it and walked slowly across to the horse. This seemed to please the horse, who gave a broad smile and crouched down beside Salrith. He reached out to pat the arachnobold affectionately – or so Salrith thought.

Before she could do anything, Salrith felt Mich's hands slide under her thighs and between her two pairs of arms and abruptly lift. Her eight eyes went wide as she was casually hefted up into the air by the horse, then held at chest level. “Attagirl," he rumbled, pressing his soft and fuzzy lips to the side of Salrith's head. The arachnobold blinked, feeling Mich's warm chest against her side. Moments later, she was summarily dropped into the tub, which it turned out was half full of cold water. She landed with a splash and a tangle of limbs, yelping out in surprise at the chilly temperature.

Mother egg, that was cold! She got that Mich wouldn't have the resources to necessarily use warm water on everyone, but… And there you go, she thought, expecting special treatment. That wasn't what you said you wanted, was it?

Salrith grumbled and shivered slightly, feeling her body begin to cool down. She turned in the water, which was shallow enough for her to lay on her back in, and gave Mich a sceptical look. She found the horse wasn't paying attention to her, though, and was instead focused on a small, brown bowl in one hand, and a glass vial in the other. He poured some of the vial into the bowl. Liquid soap? Shampoo? He surely realised that Salrith didn't have fur like he did…

“Here. Mahel," he said, holding the bowl to Salrith's snout. 'Take', or 'drink' perhaps? Salrith looked down at the bowl. It seemed to be filled with clear water, though she knew something was in it. Not soap, either – hopefully.

Then again, not knowing what it was … spun a small web of excitement in the arachnobold's chest. She looked up at the horse. “Mahel," Mich said again, urging the bowl forwards until the lip of it bumped Salrith's mandibles. He wanted her to drink it. Drugged…? Something with an immediate effect, or something long-term? She licked her lips shakily, then peered down into the water. Well… she had wanted Mich to feel that she had no limits. She was getting what she was after, wasn't she? Was she going to back out now, having come this far? Spreading her mandibles to let Mich get the bowl a little closer, she slowly opened her jaws, which prompted the horse to begin to gently pour it into her mouth.

A cooling, almost minty taste splashed across her tongue, and she hesitantly swallowed. Mich poured more, and she drank more. She felt trickles of it dripping down the sides of her snout. Glp, glp, glp.

“Good girl..." the horse rumbled, using his other hand to rub at and pat Salrith's head. It was surprisingly nice. He was quiet for a few moments as Salrith slowly drank. The water was oddly refreshing – she hadn't realised how dehydrated her time with Diablo had left her. After a minute or two of very slow drinking, when about half the bowl was gone, Mich spoke up again. “Attagirl… Aah, you're a real fine beast there, girl. I'm quite enjoyin' things. Heck, I'd feel satisfied if things stopped 'ere and ya got away - after poppin' out those eggs Diablo just put in your womb of course. Probably wouldn't even chase you down."

Salrith looked up at Mich, feeling a soft, gentle warmth start to spread throughout her stomach, tingling as it radiated into her limbs, like she'd imbibed alcohol. But it didn't feel like alcohol. What was in the water? … Not knowing was half the excitement, and she squeezed her legs together with a quiver until the squish of her udder prevented her from continuing. The act wasn't missed by Mich, who smirked and patted her again.

The horse pulled out a large bottle, unstoppered it, and poured enough liquid into the bowl to increase its contents by nearly a half again. Mich then leaned in and eased his lips to the side of Salrith's head. Softly the horse whispered, “But that's just me thinkin' out loud. 'Sides, only a person'd unnerstand that… An animal like you, they dun get words too well, do ya?" His breath was warm against Salrith's ear ridges, and she swallowed slowly. “A beast wouldn't know this bowl's dosed with some oils that're gonna slowly suppress any aggressive urges, and now a lot of rutboon to boot. She wouldn't know that drinkin' it'd mark the start of her new life on the farm, that t'morrow mornin' she'd wake up in the start of an actual heat that I'm gonna make sure never cools down again. One that'll only get worse with each day, til all she'll be able t'think about'll be the next time she gets bred. I did say I was lookin' fer a breedin' bitch, after all, so she'd end up knocked up again, 'n' again, 'n' again, a new drake stuffin' her cunt full of eggs each 'n' every time… That udder swollen fat an' milked on th' daily, so heavy she'd be unable t'be off th'farm by 'erself any more… An' a regular, healthy dose a' Asher's oil keepin' her nice 'n' docile, like livestock oughtta be. Heat can get animals real aggressive if y'ain't careful." Mich lifted his other hand and stroked Salrith's cheek, his thumb brushing down the arachnobold's bony mandible.

Salrith looked up at Mich, eight eyes focusing on the horse's strong face. The oils were… to make her less aggressive? She wasn't exactly aggressive in nature anyway, but… Mich had already decided what role Salrith had, and had now added one to put her into a real heat. Salrith knew her kind went into heat, but she'd never felt it yet, always looping through the same few days. Now Mich wanted to put her into an unnaturally potent one that wouldn't go away after a couple of weeks. She stayed there silently in the water, feeling the slowly radiating heat help to combat the chill of the tub. Was she actually okay with having her head messed with like that? With being slowly sculpted into an obedient animal? Eighteen months… What if the spellwork failed? In eighteen months, no rescue would happen, and… Salrith would be a happy breeding beast for life.

“Like that thought, girl?"

Salrith blinked, realising that she'd just let out a soft panting noise. No… She was sure. In eighteen months, she'd be okay again, back to normal. Was she okay with what Mich was doing? What he'd already fed her?

“Mmh, yeah. 'Cause a beast'd just keep on drinkin' when I gave the word. Y'know the one, don'tcha girl? Mahel," Mich said softly. Then he gently tipped the bowl back to Salrith's lips. Salrith looked down at the water… This was what she came for, wasn't it? She nuzzled the bowl gingerly and closed her eyes. A heat that will never ease up, and a year and a half of slowly losing herself to being a dumb animal under Mich's training. She felt her heart pounding as her tail tensed. Then, she began to drink. A slow gulp at first, audible and heavy. Mich heard it, and Salrith almost swore she heard the horse's breathing rate spike. Mich tipped the bowl more. Water poured into Salrith's mouth faster, and she took a bigger gulp. Faster and faster the bowl tipped, as though Mich was afraid she'd change her mind. Glp… glp, glp-glp-glp-glp.

Suddenly, the bowl was empty, and Salrith's stomach was full.

“…Course… rutboon's known fer makin' people a lil' dumber too, but that ain't a worry for a beast like you, is it girl?" Mich asked, his breath heavy as he rubbed Salrith's snout. The arachnobold's eyes opened as that sank in, and she looked up at Mich. Her gaze slipped to the side in embarrassment. Embarrassment over how that thought… excited her more than it should excite anyone self-respecting. She just swallowed, tasting the lingering flavours of that minty fluid. She licked her lips, and felt her tail tensing in the water. Her eyes slowly lowered, catching sight of the increasingly prominent bulge in Mich's pants. “Mmh… Fuck, y'make me hard, girl. Now, what're we gonna call you..."

The bowl clattered on the hard dirt floor as Mich set it down, casually spreading his legs as his free hand moved to his crotch. Salrith watched as Mich began to rub and squeeze the blunt tent in his pants, looking at Salrith. Mother egg, Salrith thought. I already feel a little warmer… She tore her gaze up to the horse. Should she answer? One word was easy enough. But it'd break the spell that seemed to have been woven between them. Salrith swallowed.

“Yeeah, I know, girl. Tastes bad, huh. Want somethin' t' take the taste away, eh?" he rumbled, looking down at the arachnobold. “How 'bout it?"

Salrith paused. It seemed to be a genuine question, the horse's eyes searching. Salrith had drunk the whole bowl, but he still checked, even if his tone said he already expected a certain answer. True enough, when Salrith said nothing, the horse slid his hand up from his bulge and found a pair of buttons. They'd passed the point where Mich was looking for consent, and now moved to the point where he was looking for refusal. Salrith felt her sore spade throb beneath her tail, and heard a gloop of vartello cum splash into the tub as she relaxed. With a soft pop the horse's buttons both came free, opening a flap of cloth that framed his equipment like a work of art.

A heavy pair of fuzzy orbs sat on display at the base, each one large as an orange. Salrith could see Mich's sack shifting ever so slightly as the fat, plump sheath atop it swelled further. Though Salrith didn't have the large, rounded objects that Mich did, that just made them so much more… exotic. Salrith found herself growing transfixed by the idea of how much those enormous orbs must have stored up. Each one was big enough to fill out one of Salrith's primary hands.

Salrith's eight eyes lifted to the large, furred housing of Mich's cock, stretched almost taut around the horse's pride and glory. His thick, black-mottled-pink maleness had a slight arch to it, bending forwards under its own weight towards the arachnobold as though magnetised to her. Mich was only half hard, but he was already as big as one of Salrith's forearms. The horse was nearly – though not quite – as big as one of the smaller vartello. He lifted his hand from his overalls to the base of his still partially wrinkled dick, which was only just out past the medial ring, and gave it a squeeze. Salrith watched as the almost steaming shaft flexed, and an opalescent dollop of precum collected at the blunt, equine crown already. Broad and flat, designed to flare out to enormous sizes during climax, Mich's tip held that bead of slippery fluid like a regal cushion. Slowly, he squeezed his hand up the length of his dick, until that dollop of liquid spilled over the edge… drooling down in a tiny string onto the end of Salrith's snout. It was already cold by the time it touched her snout, and Salrith found herself imagining how heated and warm it must be at its source.

“Rutboon's slow to kick in, but I reckon Diablo's put ya in enough of a mood already, girl." Mich waggled his cock back and forth by the base of it, the fat slab swinging left and right in front of Salrith's snout like a pendulum. The arachnobold's eyes followed it diligently. “Come mornin', it's gunna feel like you've never felt true need before. Like the only thing that'll matter is that thing pokin' out from unner yer tail." She felt so turned on already… what would happen come morning? “Yeeah. Eyes on the prize, girl… Mmh. Maresh," he spoke, before he pushed on the topside of his veiny, stiffening equine cock, lowering it downwards. Salrith felt the heat as the underside of it bumped against her snout, giving her a whiff of the horse's flesh. It stank of sweat, salt, and a scent that Salrith could only classify as horse. She found herself gingerly nuzzling against that broad tip, which pulsed and drooled another dollop of slime onto her lip. She felt her eyes lidding over as she gazed down the barrel of the horse's dick, feeling it throb against her muzzle, slowly pushing more and more firmly against her face as Mich grew harder. As the warmth spread out from her belly, she found herself growing shamefully excited at the idea of how she would feel when it kicked in. She could feel her heartbeat rising in anticipation as she stayed there with the horse's cock nuzzling up to her lips. “Yeah, give it a good sniffin', girl, yer gonna get real acquainted with it from now on," the horse rumbled. “Asher's oil's got a minor imprintin' effect, too. Real handy fer new animals, helps 'em start to see ya as that much more friendly, familiar. There's laws 'gainst usin' either a these on people, but's common practice to use both fer a happy beast like you."

Salrith found herself eager to comply with just what Mich wanted. She pressed her snout against the flat crown, snuffling and inhaling, drawing in Mich's heady scent. It all felt good. It was a kind of nice feeling. She felt her belly fluttering in a mixture of nerves and excitement as Mich kept slowly pushing things further. Salrith simply kept sniffing and nuzzling against Mich's increasingly hard cock, rubbing her nostrils against that flat crown, gazing down his length as though captivated. After a few seconds, she felt Mich push further down, grinding the side of his tip against the arachnobold's lips between her mandibles.

“Maresh," he repeated. Shakily, Salrith opened her jaws. “Good girl… Maresh."

Salrith saw Mich start to slide forwards on his chair, and felt the fat, swelling trunk of his dick begin to slot into her muzzle. It pushed apart her lips and squashed down against her tongue. A little jet of slime splashed into Salrith's mouth, and Mich crooned out. The arachnobold got her first real taste of the horse, his flavour tangy and his texture watery. His precum slipped across her tongue, so much less viscous than that of a vartello. Salrith slipped her tongue back out from under the horse's broad head and then gingerly licked up the mostly flat surface of it, tracing the contours of the supple bump at the tip. Mich halfway nickered in soft pleasure and slipped his hand back to rub at Salrith's head.

The arachnobold could see Mich's dick thickening and slipping out from his sheath ever so slowly as his heartbeat pumped increasingly more blood into it. She could feel it hardening in her mouth, squashing more of itself in past her lips. She looked up at Mich and found the horse watching her intently, his brown eyes fixated.

“That's it, girl… get a good taste of yer new owner," he whispered, stroking Salrith's head. Salrith felt her tail tense at that statement. “Mmh, like that thought? Yeah… Me, too. Don'tcha worry, girl, I'm gonna put ya right where a breedin' bitch like you belongs. Not that you'll unnerstand that though," he said with a surprisingly affectionate chuckle. “Least, not b'fore a few weeks worth'f vartello breedin', hmm?" Then he rolled his hips forward and shoved his cock into Salrith's mouth until she felt the crown kiss the back of her throat, making her momentarily choke. Her eyes squeezed shut, and Mich drew back, starting to slide his plump cock back out. Before he could, Salrith wrapped her tongue around the horse's breeder and slurped, surprised to find that she couldn't feel his medial ring. Mich wasn't even halfway in.

“Oohfuck," Mich crooned out at the action, and suddenly Salrith felt him grip her left horn with his hand. “Good girl." He held Salrith's head by her horn, and the arachnobold lifted her upper two arms. Balancing on just her lower arms and knees, she gripped the edge of the wooden tub with her upper two arms and closed her eyes, just feeling Mich begin to slide his cock back and forth between her lips. Salrith cushioned his heated flesh with her tongue like it was the most valuable thing in the world. “Get me nice 'n' hard," the horse groaned.

Salrith did just that. She bobbed and bounced her snout on the horse's cock, slobbering along the upper half of it. She found it so strangely enticing when the crown throbbed and thickened between her lips, each time earning a snort of bliss from Mich. Whenever precum dribbled from his tip, the arachnobold quickly swallowed the salty fluid with an audible gulp. When she felt particularly bold, she pushed her muzzle as far down as she could, until the broad, flat flare of Mich's dick shoved firmly to the entrance to her throat – and then, she swallowed. On the fourth such attempt, she succeeded in gulping Mich's fat breeder into her throat. She felt the horse nicker in ecstasy and dump a thick gout of precum down her gullet before Salrith gagged and had to quickly pull back off, feeling an odd sense of pride in the way that the horse's dick pulsed that much more wildly after that.

By the time Mich finally pulled Salrith back and popped the now stiff girth of his cock free of the arachnobold's muzzle, gripping her skull through her horns, Salrith was feeling a strangely giddy warmth through her limbs. Was that the beginnings of the oils…? Or just raw excitement?

“Nnh… Dethish," the horse instructed. Salrith opened her eyes to blink at the horse. Mich was gazing down at her through eyes half lidded in pleasure. Had she really had that much of an effect on the horse? She swallowed and gingerly tilted her head. Mich was going to have to explain it. Sure enough, a moment later he gave a soft sigh – not a frustrated one, but more one that sounded like the realisation he'd been forgetful. Strong hands found Salrith's shoulders and hips, and with barely a hesitation the arachnobold was turned in the tub, water sloshing around her. She realised that the cold temperature wasn't really bothering her anymore.

Suddenly facing away from Mich, Salrith looked back over her shoulder.

“Dethish, girl," Mich panted. A moment later, his hand found the gentle curve of Salrith's segmented tail and lifted, urging it upwards. Salrith found herself mildly embarrassed to be showing off how cum-stained and sloppy her puffy cunt was, but she didn't stop the horse as he lifted the arachnobold's tail. Not even when he slid one hand down to lightly squeeze her udder, making her hiss out as the slightly tingly sensation spread through her lower belly. “Nnh… Yeah. Yer kind clutches every coupl'a weeks… I'm gonna make a fortune offa you," he rumbled mildly, as though to himself. Salrith swallowed, feeling her stomach flutter. “What's a lil more, hmm?" came the rumble. “Specially after y'got me so nice 'n' hard."

Salrith sucked in a breath and looked back over her shoulder, only to find that Mich had risen from his stool. He stood behind Salrith – or more accurately, he kneeled behind Salrith – with one hand keeping the arachnobold's tail up, and the other… wrapped around a steel-stiff and slowly pulsing equine cock, pointed right at Salrith's rear. Salrith slowly, gingerly squeezed her legs together. Mich quickly put a stop to that, clicking his tongue, his hand taking hold of Salrith's thighs and forcibly spreading them again. “Dethish." Salrith clenched her jaws, suddenly feeling nerves beginning to kick in. She looked forwards, away from the horse, and tried to keep her head blank. She was beginning to understand what the command meant, and it wasn't one that let her squeeze her thighs together.

“Bein' a wart rancher I ain't much equipped fer milkin', so we'll have to change that once yer properly knocked up." Salrith swallowed audibly, feeling the very gentle but oh so warm kiss of the horse's blunt crown against the back of her udder. Then, it lifted. Mich's equine dick squashed against her quivering, Y-shaped folds, almost dragging back and forth, pushing her mound around. Then she felt Mich begin to push, his hands keeping them lined up and Salrith's tail out of the way. Salrith felt her jaws grow slack, her pincers spreading and the water rippling around her limbs as she knelt there, before the pressure grew suddenly, abruptly enough for the horse's crown to pop in – stretching her entrance obscenely around him.

“Nngh!" she gasped, all eight eyes squeezing shut.

“Shh, girl… mmnaah, fuck. Hard as that hide a yers is, yer real soft back here… Mmph… I know y'can take my size'n more." His hand slipped from behind Salrith to rest on the arachnobold's hip. Salrith felt her cunt being spread so urgently wide, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. She tightened herself gently around the horse and felt her spade almost ripple in response, muscles contracting as she softly bit her tongue. The feeling of squeezing down around something so thick and broad left her feeling shaky and flush. Mich had just casually pushed inside of her. “Let's see how y'handle a horse."

Salrith felt Mich rock his hips forwards, and inches of plump, rigid cock crammed itself into the slick, sloppy confines of her spade. She felt her jutting entrance stretch obscenely around him and let out a hiss. She tightened her chelicerae as her tail stiffened, and she shakily lowered her chest ever so slightly until she felt the edges of the wooden tub bump against it.

The horse's hand slid up the length of Salrith's tail, guiding it until she felt the end of it being curled around the equine's neck. Salrith let it happen, simply keeping her jaws and mandibles tight, focusing on the immense, fat presence that was squashed under her tail and slowly pouring warmth into her passage with every heartbeat.

Both of Mich's hands slipped to Salrith's hips then, finding the curve of her waist. The arachnobold tipped her head to the side and opened four of her eyes so that she could see the horse.

“Hup."

Before Salrith could even focus on the horse, she felt Mich pull her hips back. Mich's cock squashed against Salrith's spade, flesh bunching up for a split second before Salrith's slick folds gave way and Mich's cock sprang into her cookie with enough force to send a dollop of off-white vartello slime slopping out and into the tub water. Salrith heard her own folds squelch and before she knew it, she was squealing into the air at the feeling of being so roughly filled. Mich immediately stopped, coming to a halt, his dick pulsing inside the arachnobold.

“Y'alright, girl?" Salrith heard. Salrith gripped the tub and trembled slightly.

“Mnhh," she forced out through tight lips. She felt Mich's fingers dig into her hide. The horse's fat slab pulsed, the veins that ran down the side of it twitching against the arachnobold's slimy walls. Then, swallowing air, she squeezed. Once. Twice. She slowly, gingerly eased herself backwards, pushing back on Mich's dick, feeling it skewer stiffly inside of her until she could lay her jaw down on the edge of the tub instead of her chest.

“Yeah," she heard Mich groan after a few seconds. “Yer gonna fit in real well 'ere, that's a good bitch… And fuck, I'm gonna fit real well in you."

Salrith's eyes opened wide, then squeezed shut tight again. She bit her lip as she felt Mich tense his dick again, and then begin to slowly move inside of her. Gentle at first, but slowly picking up speed. The equine squashed thick inches of his cock into Salrith's spade, forcing her insides to stretch so achingly wide around his crown. When Diablo came, his whole cock bloated like a plug and left Salrith writhing. Mich was thick from the start. If he were much longer he'd outdo Diablo, the arachnobold thought, feeling her own heartbeat thumping through her hearing.

Salrith kept her tail raised and her legs spread for the horse, feeling around his neck with the thin tip of her tail. She heard Mich snort, and realised his breathing was almost synchronised to his heartbeat. She could feel Mich's pulse with every thickening throb of his cock where it disappeared into Salrith's slime-drenched cunt. She was such a mess that she couldn't even tell when Mich's fat spire spurted a drool of precum into her. She felt so incredibly used… and Mich seemed to get off on that as much as Salrith did.

“Attagirl… yer job's just t'lay there 'n' let yer instincts do the thinkin'," Mich praised as Salrith settled, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. The arachnobold shuddered as she felt Mich's blunt crown skewer inwards, filling her out so incredibly much. He pulled back, a wet schlrrk sounding out that left her tail tensing in embarrassment, the size of his cock tugging at Salrith's spade and making it pull outwards like a sleeve. Mich was fucking her. He was getting off under Salrith's tail. Mich's hands pulled Salrith's hips back, stuffing more of his twitching spire into the arachnobold and leaving her gasping. And what did Salrith's “instincts" say?

More.

The arachnobold panted and opened her snout, tongue unrolling from between her lips to spill out over the edge of the tub. Mich pushed in and pulsed. Salrith felt the jet of slime that gushed through her insides and she jolted, pushing back against the horse. Every push of Mich's cock left her toes curling as she felt herself being prised open by the blunt breeder, and every pull left her struggling to keep from trembling as it pulled on her cunt and brought a noisy gloop of Diablo's cum out and into the bathwater. He was starting to move faster with his hips, and Salrith was starting to feel herself riding up to that wonderful plateau of lust, each of Mich's humps starting to feel better and better.

“Nngh," she heard Mich pant as his hands began to move Salrith's hips for her, starting to pull all the way back to his crown before burying his heated, blunt cock as deep as he could with every thrust. “Want me to pop a load in yer cunt, girl? Or should I pull out?" he asked, his breathing coming hard. Salrith tensed up, eyes unfocused as she felt the pressure building in her lower belly. Nnh, she was getting close! “Hmm?" Salrith didn't answer though, finding it harder and harder to focus on anything but the way that Mich's cock lewdly squashed into her. “Heh, but what'm I askin' you fer? A beast like you only got one answer," she heard Mich croon, giving her rear a squeeze. Salrith groaned long and low, holding her tail high, trembling. Mother egg, she was going to finish around Mich! She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back. She didn't want the horse to ever stop. “That's what owners're for, so ya only raise tail fer… what I pick… cause once yer heat's in swing, y'ain't… gonna be able… to stop yerself raisin' tail for… mmfh... anythin' that smells male, 'n that's… bad… fer… 'n—fuck!"

Mich broke off as Salrith gasped a big gulp of air, eyes rolling back in her head. Salrith felt her walls suddenly clamp down around the horse's fat, slippery cock and there was nothing she could do. The horse gasped and began to hammer into Salrith with a newfound desperation as the arachnobold tightened her silken folds around the horse's plump cock, the pistoning motion spurring Salrith into even higher heights. Every muscle in the arachnobold's belly tightened. “Nice 'n' loud, girl," she heard Mich order with a tremble to his voice.

Salrith howled. She opened her muzzle and shouted as the waves of climax hit, making a wet squirt spray around Mich's cock. Her cunt rippled and tightened as Mich humped eagerly into the arachnobold, and Salrith held on for dear life as every thrust drove her harder again. Being bred by the horse was bliss. It was aching, sloppy heaven, and Salrith drove her hips back again and again with a burning need for him to keep going, her tail tightening around Mich's neck and her claws digging into the tub.

Wave after wave of climax wracked Salrith as Mich fucked her with a quick, sharp rhythm, and the arachnobold's legs wobbled as she shoved herself back on the horse in a wordless plea for him to go harder.

By the time she felt her climax beginning to taper off, her awareness returning to his head, she could barely formulate a coherent thought. She panted, clutching the edge of the tub, trembling as she felt her jutting spade clench urgently around the horse's spire. Mich slowed in his humps, and Salrith held her breath, preparing for the halt.

But Mich didn't halt.

The horse slowed for a few moments… and then gradually began to harden his thrusts again. Salrith gave a wordless chitter of questioning to the equine, tilting her head back.

“Shh," he rumbled. “I ain't flared yet, girl. Juuust relax." Salrith blinked, then began to squirm slightly. She tried to pull gingerly forwards to try to indicate that she wanted at least a small break between rounds. She managed to slide most of the way off of the horse before Mich pulled back on her tail, keeping her in place. “Ah-ah," the horse grunted. “Yer gonna hafta get used to this, girl… don't worry, with a little trainin' and a lotta rutboon, you're gonna be insatiable. Which is good, seein' as y'got a whole farm to handle from now on, hmm? Now be a good girl while … mm.. yer owner pops," he panted. Then he thrust forwards in one long, slow hump that buried his cock from crown to medial ring. Salrith yelped, feeling like she'd just been punched in the guts by the horse, and she clenched her middle fists. She felt Mich kiss the trunk of her tail, before he began to buck into her with a speed befitting a proper horse.

In and out, Mich fucked her while Salrith squirmed and writhed. It was overwhelming, but the horse didn't stop as he bucked inch after inch of thick, slimy horsecock in and out of Salrith's cunt. He didn't stop as Salrith began to pant again. And the longer he went, the more Salrith began to find that she was shamefully starting to enjoy it again, just like the hours with Diablo. Before long, Salrith was panting and gently pushing back, feeling more recovered, helping the horse to sheath his plump equine cock in the arachnobold's bestial cunt.

“Aah… good bug bitch… Doin' great… Here… here it comes… Ff… Fuck, yes!"

Mich suddenly pulled back, gripped Salrith's tail tightly, and thrust. Salrith felt the horse thump deep, blunt head ramming against an internal barrier and pushing hard enough to hurt. Then she felt Mich's crown flare. Salrith's eyes watered as she felt the tip of the horse's shaft bloat, growing so much bigger inside of her, locking them together as the fat stiffness between Salrith's legs flexed twice dry, before a gooey, heated slime began to spurt into her. The ache inside was suddenly doused by fresh, flowing spunk, hosing down the suddenly bruised barrier – her cervix. She could practically hear Mich's shots like water was being sprayed through a too-small tube. The sound was drowned out by Mich moaning loudly and she felt him clutching her tail like a handlebar, grinding back and forth as he emptied his balls inside Salrith. “Fuck, good girl, that's a good fukken girl Umber," Mich groaned. Salrith felt his flare scraping back and forth inside of her, wedged in place, making her feel so intensely stretched.

It felt like it lasted minutes, even though Salrith knew it must have been less than one before Mich's heavy, potent jets of slime tapered off and the horse let out one final, satisfied groan. Slowly then, he began to tug at the arachnobold's insides. Salrith grunted and tried to move back with him, but she felt a hand on her ass keeping her from backing up.

“Mm-mm, gonna… hafta… get used to bein' separated from, Umber," Mich grunted as he pulled to no effect. The horse grunted, let out a slow breath, then tried again. Salrith felt the flare of his cock suddenly shift inside of her, making her yelp. She looked back at the horse. “Can't… always afford… t'letcha stay connected. Whewf… I needed that," he rumbled. Salrith felt him slowly easing out of her, battling for every inch as his cock slowly unplugged from the arachnobold. Salrith winced as she felt him pull back to the point that his broad flare suddenly expanded near the outermost part of her spade, as if that area were made for filling. Mich stopped there, leaving Salrith feeling stretched and sore. Then he tugged hard, and Salrith felt like she was nearly being turned inside out. Her spade tugged with him and bulged outwards and, despite the shock and discomfort, she nearly finished on the spot. Mich grunted and tried again, this time managing to pop it out, a gush of watery cum flowing out from the arachnobold's pussy with it. Salrith twisted her head around but couldn't see it as the slime dripped from her abused cunt. She hung her head in embarrassment as she saw Mich staring, though, a look akin to pride on his face as cum dribbled down the back of her udder.

“Better. Don'tcha think, Umber?" he asked, giving Salrith's ass a pat. The arachnobold turned her head to look back at him. Had Mich named her? Umber? “Good girl, y'responded to yer name!" he praised, seeing Salrith look back at him. The arachnobold blinked, then felt her tail stiffen again. She had looked back. “Umber. 'Cause it pairs well with Diablo, 'n' he's arready scented ya as his." He smiled again, then instead of patting Salrith's ass he gave it a rub. Almost sultrily he added, “Also 'cause it's close to 'ember', and we're gonna stoke a flamin' heat in you like nothin' a bitch's ever felt before."

Salrith shuddered softly, feeling the fullness of her belly from the tainted water. Then Mich grinned and walked around to her front. Salrith turned er head to the horse, only to be met with the blunt, semi-flared crown of his jutting, mottled cock, gripped tightly at the base by one hand. _The flare was huge _! Salrith's eyes widened slightly, because she knew that it had shrank slightly. But it was already dizzyingly large. She squeezed her legs together until her slimy udder stopped her and shuddered. She could smell vartello on it, and the thick, heady musk of horse. It glistened with a gooey mixture of white and off-white slime, and beads of the stuff were starting to drip in strings from his veined flesh.

“Umber, maresh," Mich rumbled. Salrith sucked in a slow breath, looking up at the horse. She swallowed, and when the horse arched his eyebrows, she opened her muzzle. “Mmh, attagirl. Looks like we still gotta work on speed. Commands should be obeyed th'moment they're heard," he said. “But can't 'spect a wild animal to get it on 'er first day now can ya? Now let's get me clean, and then we'll get you clean…"

Salrith closed her eyes as Mich threaded his cock into her muzzle and realised with an embarrassed start that she almost wanted Mich to be pushing back under her tail. She felt her heart flutter with a mix of dread and excitement about how it would feel from tomorrow.

She ran her tongue along the horse's cock, slurping it slowly clean as her head raced with a mixture of embarrassing and arousing thoughts, finding that she was beginning to want Mich to take a round two like Diablo did. She could settle, but she could have kept going, too. The taste on her tongue was bitter and sharp, but she diligently wrapped her tongue around it and licked the horse clean, lavishing his every inch of heated flesh with her saliva. After a few moments, Mich pulled his cock free, looked down at it, then clicked his tongue.

“Not bad, but ain't done yet, Umber," he rumbled. “Maresh." This time, Salrith opened her mouth immediately, earning her a bright, warm smile that shouldn't have pleased her as much as it did. Mich slotted himself back in and had Salrith suckle until he felt clean enough. Popping his crown – finally almost fully unflared again – back out from the arachnobold's muzzle, Mich gave her an approving nod. “Now'n, one more thing, 'n' we can getcha cleaned up."

Salrith barely had time to cock her head inquisitively before Mich picked her up again with seeming effortlessness. She flailed a little, only to find herself being lowered back down into the tub on her back. Her assessment of the water level was put to the test as she found herself draped over the wooden tub's edge, shoulders and head in the water. It came up to just below her eyes, thanks to her horns propping her head up. Her legs and tail hung down over the side of the tub, putting her udder, well-used spade, and as-yet untouched ass on prime display. She tried to shift, but Mich moved and quickly took hold of the base of her tail, keeping her rear in place.

“Aeor," he rumbled. Salrith looked up at him. “Good girl, Umber. Mmh… Yeah. Look at that… Real well used. Y'ever clutched before, girl? I don't think Diablo was yer first time, now was he? Mmh, still, lessee." He reached down, still holding Salrith's tail still. He picked up the thick bottle from before. The one that had rutboon in it. He uncorked it with a flick of his thumb. “Now then… if we're gonna make you a breeder full time, Umber, we're gonna hafta really soak you in this stuff. A good dosin' will putcha in regular heat, but we wanna turn that dumb little animal brain a yers to sloppy mush, don't we? Hmm? … Or should we keep ya to a regular burn?" He looked down at Salrith. Salrith swallowed, looking up at him. She felt Mich's finger slide from her tail to her puffy cunt and start to slowly rub. Mich seemed to wait, content to just slowly massage Salrith's spade with one finger, back and forth and back again… rubbing at her Y-shaped folds, pushing her vaguely canid mound around. “Whatcha reckon? A regular heat, like a female wart?" Rub, rub rub… “Or do we make ya so desperate all those other thoughts just squirt out yer cunt and y'stop even bein' able to turn down a fresh clutch in yer womb from the nearest thing with a penis, hmm?" Salrith gave a soft moan at the idea, eyes closing. “…Yeah. Attagirl. Like I said… a heat like no bitch's ever felt. We'll make y'the best breedin' beast this side of Adan."

Salrith heard a splashing sound. She opened her eyes and saw that Mich had upended the bottle into the tub and was pouring the whole thing in. She looked up at the horse who was smiling down at her. A moment later, she felt her hips being lifted again, then lowered down into the tub until her hips touched the bottom, water washing over her stomach and tail. Salrith was more than a little embarrassed to realise that her stomach and udder bulged out from the water, the middle of her belly and two teats poking into dry air.

“Aeor, like a good girl," Mich rumbled, before he knelt again. This time, his hands came down into the tub which now had faintly coloured water. It smelled nice to Salrith's senses. The horse's hands stroked down her stomach, giving it a gentle rub that sent water sloshing around. It felt surprisingly nice. Slowly, his fingers came back down to Salrith's cookie… and then spread it.

Immediately, water began to flood in, eliciting a yelp from the arachnobold. It was surprisingly viscous with the contents of the rutboon poured in. She quickly felt the liquid pooling into her cunt grow warm. No… grow hot. How was it growing hot? She squirmed and looked down at her shamelessly spread folds. “Yeah, thassit. Feels good, don't it Umber? Just let it seep into ya, girl. Sometimes, if y'really need a female bred, you rub just a few drops a rutboon into her cunt, too. Drives her wild fer days," Mich crooned out. Salrith sucked in a breath. He'd upended the entire bottle. “We're gonna soak ya in it. Always wan'ed to try dosin' a beast with a whole bottle… Alchemist warned it'd turn even th'smartest beast's brain to a fuck-happy mush though. But you… yeah… Y'dun need t'think. Don't worry… it's gonna feel overwhelmin', yeah, but I'm gonna take care a you. The eggs yer gonna give me are more'n gonna make up fer the time investment."

Salrith let out a moan as Mich began to slide his fingers into her folds, spreading her cunt wider, letting the rutboon-tainted water trickle deeper into her depths. It was starting to tingle so hotly against her flesh, and she found herself starting to pant. Suddenly, a second pair of fingers brushed against her – this time, at the rim of her ass. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at Mich, finding him watching her.

“Reyath, girl," he rumbled, before he squashed two fingers against her pucker. She let out a grunt of ill-content, but Mich's look reminded her of the command the horse had given. Salrith panted, finding her limbs beginning to tingle where the tainted water touched them. “We want this soakin' in everywhere it can." Suddenly Salrith felt his fingers squash into her hole, leaving her back stiffening and her eyes widening. She gasped out loud feeling Mich fingering both holes at once, before the horse spread the two new intruders.

Cold water rushed into her rear, and she curled her toes. Almost immediately she felt it start to warm, then to grow heated. She rolled her eyes back in her head. A few drops were meant to help really get a beast bred. Mich was overdosing her on rutboon. Mother egg. Mother egg, what did that mean? Turn her brain to mush? The horse's fingers felt surprisingly good inside of her, and the more she got used to them, the better they felt. The water even tingled where it touched her, and she was being bathed in it.

“As a nice side effect, usin' rutboon this way… sensitizes. Warts ain't the best a aims, so given how much use this hole's gonna start gettin' it's at least gonna feel real nice after a week or two a baths like this," Mich rumbled. Salrith forced herself to look at Mich as she felt the water oozing deeper and deeper, tingling her whole rump. “Sides," he added with a playful smile. “Who knows? Y'might even get double teamed with how brainlessly hard yer gonna be beggin' the boys in a little while, eh bitch."

Salrith moaned.

By the time Mich pulled his fingers free, Salrith found herself unable to keep from trembling. As she was brought back onto all sixes, a nerve-wracking yet excitingly small volume of tainted water coming back out again, she wasn't sure if it was from the temperature or from other effects. All she knew was that as Mich began to scrub at her with a gentle brush, she already had fantasies dancing in her head for what was to come.

Mich smiled as the horse noticed the very slow sway in Salrith's tail.

* * *

Salrith woke up with a soft groan, rolling onto her side. She grimaced and tried to yawn, the air feeling strangely cool. She found that her mouth wouldn't properly open though, and the wooden, musty taste of a bit in her mouth told her why. She wasn't sure why Mich put one on her while she was sleeping, but she couldn't change the fact. There was a tingling almost like an itch between her legs that had woken her up. A gentle aching for … something. Dimly she found herself wondering, was this meant to be heat? It seemed pretty small so far.

Salrith sucked in a breath of air and found it scented with the cloying, pleasant scent of vartello. Of course… The stables. Mich had let her sleep in with the vartello, just until he could decide if there was a better long-term place for her. Her mind drifted back to the previous day spent here, with her chest down and rump elevated as Diablo eagerly humped down into Salrith's cunt over and over again. Feeling the wart's bestial cock as it thumped curling ridges in and out of her wet, dripping spade, remembering the way it felt to feel that fleshy, wild spire bloat and swell up and fill out every last inch of Salrith's pussy while Diablo hosed down her womb with cum and--

Mother egg. Salrith shivered, the scent of vartello helping dozens of intimate details from that memory come washing over her thoughts, each one playing through her mind. Salrith suddenly felt the not-an-itch in her lower belly bloom.

As though only part of her had woken up before this moment, Salrith felt her body come alert with a surge of awareness. Almost like it was driven to rousing by the thoughts of Diablo mounting her from behind, Salrith felt her body growing rapidly warm. A wave of need ran through her and she found herself suddenly wracked by a glowing, white-hot ache in her cunt that could only be scratched by something stretching it. She found herself rocking where she lay, overwhelmed by the intense need to have something sinking into her. Anything would do, she just needed something thick.

Salrith felt almost stunned, and surprised. She'd imagined heat would be this force of needing to breed, some inexplicable urge to have Diablo mount her, but it was more like a desperate urge to be stretched out as much as her body could handle. A cock was just a wonderful shape, something that would perfectly answer what her body was suddenly demanding. She found herself imagining having Diablo's weight on her back and that fat, bulbous cock skewering into her vulnerable cunt, or to have Mich hiking her tail high as his crown knocked against the entrance to her cervix, a direct line from Mich's heavy balls to Salrith's womb. She shook her head and let out a hiss of air, eyes snapping open as she took in that thick vartello scent again. She bit down on her tongue gently and only partially managed to suppress a groan, her whole body tingling and feeling strangely loose and sensitive. _Mother egg, she was… fucking horny _.

Salrith could hear the lazy rumbling and skittering of claws of nearby vartello, intermixed with the occasional growl of a disagreement. Her mostly-quieted noises seemed to have stirred at least one or two, for she heard a grumble and a growl in response to her soft hissing and barely suppressed panting.

Salrith reached downwards, only to brush her grasper against rope. Salrith turned her head and saw that there was a thick cord of hempen rope attached to an anchor point on the wall. She followed it with her eyes and quickly determined that the other end was attached to her neck by a crude metal collar. She shivered, imagining herself once again tied to the wall, unable to pull away or stop the large, feral reptile from enjoying himself in Salrith's spade, ramming his fat dick right into her stretchy entrance and humping until he bloated. Salrith felt her tail tensing, before a wet sensation began to drip from the peak of her spade and onto the floor. She let out as quiet a whine as she could, realising that she was dripping. She hadn't even touched herself yet. And every nerve felt prickly, like she was awash with pins and needles. The rutboon was really playing with her body.

Salrith reached down with one grasper, desperate to feel some kind of sensation there even though she knew she wouldn't be able to reach. Her udder was in the way, and her arms weren't long enough as it was, so all she was able to do was uselessly push at the top side of her small teats.

Yet the sensation of that alone left her gasping and nearly falling onto her side. They were so sensitive. Salrith rubbed at her slightly squishy udder again, staring at the hay-strewn ground in startled confusion. It wasn't enough, of course – her cunt was practically burning with a need she could barely process. But it felt good.

“Mmthrr ggh," she whispered through the bit. Salrith couldn't stand up – the bindings kept her firmly on all sixes, and she found that there was a strangely weightless urge in the base of her tail. Her rump felt so hot and strangely itching in a not entirely uncomfortable way. She found herself lifting her tail, exposing her rump to the world behind her. Thoughts of Diablo, or Mich, or someone – or something – walking in and seeing her so shamelessly exposing herself made her belly flutter and waves of happiness wash through her psyche. Why did it make her feel so happy? But it did.

Deeply.

Salrith pawed at her udder while looking around for something to help with that urgent need to stretch. But there was nothing. A bare, straw-spackled floor, some anchor points that her bindings had been attached to, and little else. A couple of metal rings to tie things to she could try and ride, but they were up too high – she couldn't get her rump up to those if she tried.

So instead Salrith did the only thing she could. It was base and animal, but she was base and an animal right now. She had no shame, and it felt good: she sat her rump down on the floor and ground her puffy cunt right against the stable floor, aching for even that stimulation. She squealed as the squash of her wet spade to the floor sent jolts of drugged sensation through her awareness. A skittering noise signalled a number of curious vartello as Salrith placed one of her secondary graspers on her slightly bloated stomach. Her tail shakily thumped the ground, and she found herself panting heavily.

Salrith found her mind wandering as she sat there, grinding in place and wishing for proper stimulation. She imagined having not one, but two smaller warts against her, Salrith laying on one's dense belly while another one weighed down on her own back. She imagined them both licking at her neck, clutching at her the wild way Diablo did, while both humped their uniquely textured shafts into her pussy, double stuffing her from behind. She knew she couldn't possibly take two of the beasts at once, but the burning ache for something to be inside her was leaving her imagination entirely uncaring of such simple matters as possible.

She imagined them beginning to bury themselves inside her all the deeper. Eager, desperate to reach their peak and start pumping thick, heated loads of virile spunk into Salrith's fertile depths, to leave the eager female against them knocked up and swelling with their young. The arachnobold's lower grasper rubbed at her stomach and the top of her udder while her eyes lidded over.

Salrith's tongue hung out, imagining the feeling of pushing out the heavy wart eggs that would come, each one feeling so intensely satisfying. She tried to imagine what it would be like if she clutched in heat. When she clutched in heat. A loud moan filtered into the air as Salrith realised she would feel it, and soon. Repeatedly. For months.

Mother egg, her brain was running away from her. Let it, that voice inside her whispered without words. She shoved her puffy, engorged spade against the floor and moaned. Sex with Diablo hadn't felt as good as shoving her heart-shaped cunt against the dirty stable floor right now, and she was desperate for something more. She imagined the two young warts stuffing their cocks harder into her, giddy, eager. Salrith would be their first, inexperienced, not yet full of the petty squabbling impulses that made most of the larger warts fight instead of team up. Salrith drooled around her bit, eyes unfocused and body trembling with desire. Imagining when one of them suddenly popped, the squeals she'd make as his cock bloated for the first time and pumped thick sperm into the needy, blue cunt… the rhythm setting off his brother as Salrith was helplessly seeded by her own feral young.

Wait… Where had that thought come from? And yet, as soon as it had occurred, Salrith was practically liquefying with desire to follow it.

Suddenly Salrith imagined the smaller vartello with mandibles and an extra pair of limbs to hold her down as they fucked the very one who laid them. Beasts didn't care, she was a bitch in heat, and their father would show them how to breed. Suddenly Diablo was lounging beside the writhing Salrith, his spent cock still retreating into his slit, having relinquished his female for his young to breed instead.

Salrith whined, unable to take it anymore. She rolled her body weight forward onto all sixes and lifted her rump up as high as she could, tail curling over her back. She looked down to see a wet imprint where her rump had been and felt dizzy from the realisation of how stupidly wet she actually was. Cold air kissed her cunt.

The not-an-itch in her lower belly bloomed.

Salrith moaned and rolled on the floor, panting and gulping air as she realised that the feeling was only growing. That burning, aching need for something to shove inside her spade was all consuming, still building until it was all she could focus on. Was this heat? It had to be, she'd never been so desperately horny in her life. She felt like she should have been ashamed of the direction her fantasies had twisted towards the end, but she just felt… bubbly, and eager, and tingly and strangely giddy. S_he wanted them to _continue. She needed something inside her now.

She heard one of the warts in the stall next to her snuffle, before a moment later a red snout appeared on the floor beneath the thick wooden dividers. It was too narrow a gap for anything more than the very end of Diablo's snout to poke through, and Salrith found herself staring at it as the vartello's nostrils flared, snorting air. Of course. Mich couldn't have put her and Diablo in the same stall. Though how she wished he had. But he would have put them next to each other, since Diablo apparently had some claim on her now. She saw Diablo's nostrils flare again, and Salrith swallowed. Biting her tongue, she began to crawl on the floor across to him. Panting heavily, she pulled herself to the divider between her and Diablo's stalls, finding that her tether was just long enough to reach. Then she shakily turned and sat down, her backwards-angled spade jutting just beneath the divider, surely plainly visible to the beast. She looked over her shoulder at the divider, unable to see Diablo's snout anymore. She leaned forward as far as she could, keeping her legs spread wide.

Sniff, sniff. She heard Diablo's snuffled intakes of breath. She let out a soft whine, trying to convey yes, please, hurry up. A moment later, she felt the merciful touch of slimy heat against her puffy spade.

A lever flicked in Salrith's brain, and she felt her body relax in an entirely new way. Her limbs lost strength, and she felt her belly drop out from under her – and then suddenly, helplessly, she was relieving her bladder.

“Rrgh?" she gasped through the bit, trying to tighten her muscles, to stop – but it was like she couldn't remember how to clench that part of herself. She felt a strange thrill of excitement and pleasure swamp her lower belly as her stream arced back and into Diablo's stall, and for a moment she was worried…

Until Diablo practically rammed his snout to her spade and began urgently, excitedly licking at her cunt. “Mmmh!" she groaned as Diablo explored her Y-shaped folds with animalistic enthusiasm. Salrith pushed back pleadingly and began to grind against Diablo's roaming tongue as the red wart sampled her, all shame and concern forgotten. Barely a moment later, she felt that thick, sinuous tongue push harder against her spade, before it sank in with a wet squelch. Salrith thrashed about on the ground, her whole body trembling as she finished emptying her bladder around the beast's tongue, Diablo seemingly spurred on by this. Diablo's tongue began to drag long, exploratory licks as he sampled the arachnobold's flavour, and Salrith was taken back to their first meeting the day before. She lay there, eyes glazing over and an aching, blissful expression etched on her mandibled face while she felt Diablo's tongue pumping in and out of her.

It hit so many of the right spots. Salrith felt it squirming and writhing inside her, desperately squashing deeper in a way that Salrith was all too eager to encourage. It was thicker than Mich's fingers had been, but not by much. Not by nearly enough. She let out a needy hiss and pushed her rump back against the divider, but she was already back as far as she could go. She groaned, feeling herself rapidly being slurped up towards the blissful tension of climax. So quickly! And Diablo wouldn't care to stop.

Salrith came again in less than a minute, gasping for air the whole time as she squirted across the wart's tongue and snout, bathing Diablo in her taste and scent. It seemed to drive Diablo even more wild, whose tongue only began to thrash and slurp even more, sending Salrith into a hazy spiral of carnal ecstasy. She realised she was drooling, but fuck, she didn't really care. If this was heat, she was in love.

Then, all at once, it stopped.

Salrith shook her head, blinking, trying to clear her thoughts. What…? There had been a noise, and…

“Umber, kalak."

Salrith's head snapped to attention, glancing over to the stall entrance. Mich. The horse stood there, looking down at the panting arachnobold, his pants tented and his balls so wonderfully heavy. Wait… Salrith shook her head again, forcing herself to pay attention. Mich had changed since yesterday, wearing a different set of overalls – this one grey and worn, yet not at all cleaner than the ones he'd worn yesterday. She supposed Mich only washed things when they were particularly dirty.

Distracted by the sight of the horse, Salrith only just managed to process that Mich had given a command before the horse sighed and began walking over to her. “Hmmh," he rumbled. “Kalak," he repeated, reaching to Salrith's head. A rope was attached to her bridle, before the horse gave a light tug. “Havin' trouble thinkin', huh?" he asked, drawing Salrith towards him. The arachnobold groaned softly and stumbled forwards on hands and knees, nostrils flared as she sucked in heavy lungfuls of vartello-tainted air. How had she not noticed before just how thick their scent was? “Well, yer gonna hafta get used t' it anyway, Umber. Yer heat's gonna take a couple a days to kick in full." He drew Salrith towards the stall exit as the words swam in Salrith's head. It took a moment for the statement to sink in, and when it did, Salrith was unable to suppress a quiver. “Mmh. No use complainin', girl, done's done. The rutboon's in yer system now, it's gonna run its course. Don'tcha worry though, there's nineteen warts round 'ere, so an eager bitch like you won't be left wantin'."

Fuck… nineteen vartello? Salrith felt her spade drooling almost as much as her mouth was around her bit, evidence of her already active morning. She felt so empty it almost hurt.

Mich led her on by the reins, out from her temporary stall and into the stable aisle. She could see dozens of claws within the stalls, and numerous scaled snouts poked out from underneath the doors, taking noisy snuffles of air. Salrith saw only one red snout. She tried to lower her tail to cover herself up slightly, but the mere act of doing that felt so achingly uncomfortable that in only moments the segmented limb was lifting back up again. She felt like that should bother her, but somehow she felt a thrill in exposing herself like this, now. She'd never imagined her tail would feel uncomfortable in a neutral position, but it put a pressure on her cunt that she couldn't deal with right now. It was so much better to lift it. She glanced back to the blunt, red snout, and felt herself tense in memory.

“Don't worry, boys," the horse rumbled, glancing down at the scrabbling vartello in their stalls. “She'll give ya some attention real soon. Won'tcha, Umber?"

Salrith kept walking slowly after the horse, finding her eyes drawn almost magnetically back to Diablo's stall.

“Umber?" Mich rumbled. Salrith jolted slightly and looked up at him. “Attagirl. Y'got that itch under yer tail, hmm? Y'figured out how t'scratch it yerself yet?"

Salrith sucked air and let out an 'Rrh?' noise. She placed her limbs down shakily and ran her eyes across the horse who just gave a coy, playful grin back down at the arachnobold.

“Mmhm, thass right. Y'can't. From here on out only two things're gonna help, Umber, no matter how needy y'get." He reached down and gripped his own bulge with his free hand. Salrith only barely managed to swallow down a whimper, staring at the tent in the horse's pants. Salrith found herself captivated by it. “A fat cock, and sommin I'm about t'introduce ya to." He patted a pouch on his hip. The arachnobold swallowed. That sounded so good, somehow. She was definitely feeling the effects of Mich's drug.

Salrith was led out of the stable and into the open. She stumbled out with Mich in almost a daze, feeling only the radiating, urgent heat beneath her own tail, maddening and sensitized. She hesitated at the door, but then found herself growing somehow even more fluttery at the thought of being seen. She followed the horse eagerly towards a new building, this one with an open doorway that led out into the vartello field – she guessed it was so the warts could come and go as they pleased. She hurried across the ground, keeping close to the horse all the way to the entrance.

Mich led the arachnobold into a broad, open space with straw strewn around the flooring. It stank of vartello in here, too, and Salrith found that each breath she took made the itch in her cunt harder to ignore, harder to push aside. She was finding it hard to think of anything but how much she wanted Diablo. Or Mich. She realised it didn't even really matter right then – she'd raise tail for anyone if it eased the fire in her groin.

“Umber, kalak," Mich rumbled, and Salrith followed freely. She was led up to what looked like a stuffed log, set to be about the same height that she was while on all sixes. Mich drew the rope that was leading her over it, and Salrith made to move around. She was swiftly stopped by the horse. “Mnh-mh," he rumbled. “Umber, shesha," he said. With a firm pull, he tugged Salrith's head up onto the stuffed log. A… could it be what she thought it was? Salrith hefted herself up onto the padded object, finding that it was nice and soft against her belly. She scrabbled forwards, pulling herself onto it until she was laying across the length of it. She couldn't pull herself all the way on without squishing her udder uncomfortably, so she stopped when she was three-quarters on it with her udder and groin just poking over the end. It still squashed her belly a little anyway, and she gave a grumble of complaint to the horse.

“Don'tcha worry, girl," he rumbled. “I'm gonna adjust it tomorrow for that belly a yours. Given from now on yer gonna be permanently heavy, ain'tcha? Juss like ya wanted," he crooned, rubbing the arachnobold's snout. Salrith felt her tail stiffen a little. Fuck… that was such a wonderful thought. Bred so often she never was without a clutch. The thought swam in her head, the imagined sensation of a plump, steaming cock erupting between her legs again, and again and again. She let her eyes glaze over as she imagined the hisses of pleasure as Diablo surrendered to natural urges and squirted jet after jet of gooey slime across the arachnobold's walls, painting her womb.

Click.

Salrith shook her head, realising that Mich was on the move. She glanced down and found that her upper arms had been slipped into metal restraints.

“Rrh!" she grumbled.

“Reyath," the horse said back, and Salrith swallowed back her noises. It was her fear and her hope come true together. Mich was strapping her into a breeding stand. “Aah, animals like you never unnerstan' this is fer yer own good," he rumbled. Salrith swallowed, feeling saliva start to dribble from around her bit. She pulled her mandibles in and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the cold air brushing her overly sensitive cunt. Mich was going to see her like this in a moment. How much she needed attention. She found her thoughts inescapably drawn to the horse's cock kissing her spade again.

Salrith whined.

“Shh, easy, Umber," Mich rumbled. “Reyath. Here we go." Salrith felt her ankle gripped. The horse pulled, and the arachnobold felt it sliding out to the side, spreading her wide. There was a push, and then a click, and her ankle was locked in place. Then Mich gripped her other. “Nnh, you're lookin' real into this, girl. Yer cunt's lookin' twice as puffy and needy as yesterday. I think those cute things 'tween yer legs even look a lil bigger. The warts are gonna love ya, Umber. But for now, let's get to it, mm?"

Before Salrith could say a word, she felt two fingers dig in and splay her cunt. Her eyes went wide, and she moaned out loud, pushing back. Her middle arms were still free, the breeding horse not designed for creatures with six limbs, and she gripped at it as much as she could – which wasn't much; her lower arms were right in the middle where the padded log was smoothest. “Yeah, good girl. Now don't squirt yet. Or do. Won't change much," the horse rumbled, before he sank a third finger into Salrith's waiting spade.

The arachnobold saw spots. She writhed and squirmed and howled as Mich stretched her puffy cunt open so achingly much, sending Salrith's thoughts scattering into the aether. All she could think about was those thick, furred digits plunging into her heated, slippery tunnel, and the way they squirmed and stroked. She clamped down on her bit and clawed at the breeding stand fruitlessly, clenching and squeezing the horse's fingers in desperation. “Yeeeah. Heat has that effect on a girl, Umber," Mich rumbled. “Just wait til it hits full swing in th'comin' days."

Salrith felt fingers start to explore her cunt, feeling around for what she could only imagine was her clit – which the horse swiftly, mercilessly found. He immediately started to rub the tip of his finger gently against it, and Salrith squealed in happiness. She wagged her tail and tried to spread her legs wider, but the restraints kept her securely anchored. Her eyes rolled in her head and she felt herself riding up to the edge already. She heard Mich chuckle and she didn't care. She just wanted the horse to keep going. No, she wanted him to see how helpless and eager she was. She pushed her rump back for him as if to say, yes, you're playing me perfectly.

“Yeeah. It's startin' to knock y'around a little, ain't it? Yer a good bitch, Umber, don'tcha worry. Juuust needed to find yer button. Now that we've found it, we can properly melt that dumb lil brain a yers."

Salrith gave a muffled groan, tail stiff and quivering in the air above Mich's head. She tried to turn her head around to peer back at the horse, but Mich was obscured by her own thighs and the breeding stand. She let out a shaky puff of air and lay her head flat on the padded equipment. A bare moment later, she felt something brush against her spread folds. She let out a hiss, but Mich paid her no mind as he pushed what felt like a bead into her cunt, nestling it right up against the slightly rougher texture of her clitoral region. “Theeere we go," he rumbled. Salrith curled her toes, eyes lolling in their sockets as she felt the horse slowly, achingly ease his digits back out of the arachnobold's spade. Yet as he withdrew them, the bead remained, motionless – as though it was somehow being held in place by itself.

“H..hrrh?" Salrith managed, legs trembling. Mich came around to her front. Salrith found that her head was precisely level with the fat bulge in the horse's overalls. There was a damp patch right at the front. Mother egg. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it. She had to focus when she heard Mich start speaking, and even then she couldn't bring herself to look away from that tantalizing, plump bulge.

“That there girl… A soothin' stone. A set a two – a 'massager' and a control stone. Where they came from, well, no sense explainin' to a beast now, is there? All you need to know…" Salrith forced herself to glance upwards and saw one smooth looking stone bead in the horse's fingers. Mich smiled, then reached down and stroked her head. “Is that yer doin' real well. I think yer gonna love this." With that, he tapped the stone bead.

The ball against Salrith's clit began to buzz.

The arachnobold jolted in her bonds, eyes snapping wide and legs tensing as she started to thrash. The bead nestled in the front of her spade thrummed and buzzed and vibrated, making her whole cunt feel positively electric. She groaned and tried to squeeze her legs together. When that failed, she gasped, and began to helplessly hump against the breeding stand.

“Yeah. Good girl. Best part bout these is that they're enchanted. That one I pushed into ya can't come out without usin' its partner, no matter how hard y'try or how rough you or the warts get. Won't ever stop buzzin' til ya finish. And I've put a few commands in it, so aaany time ya do somethin' I'd call good behaviour, it's gonna start aaall by itself and ain't nothin' gonna stop it til ya squirt. Unless I turn it back off again. Wouldja like me to?" he asked. Salrith gasped and writhed, feeling the underside of her tail thrumming so intensely she thought she could cry. It was bliss. Mich gripped her snout and pulled her nose into his own fat, straining bulge. Salrith huffed horse tinted air and realized she was going to cum in seconds. “Do ya want it to stop, girl?" Mich asked breathily, grinding his dick against Salrith's snout. The arachnobold moaned, and Mich undid her bridle, ripping it free of her muzzle.

“A-aaAa-NnHHN!" Salrith howled. Her spade squeezed down on that vibrating bead and she shook her head, tears starting to stream from her eyes.

“Good Umber!" Mich said, rubbing Salrith's face and starting to dry hump at her snout. “Want me t'leave it in yer cunt til ya pass out from squirtin'?"

The thought itself sent Salrith rocketing up to the edge. With a squeal, the arachnobold peaked around the buzzing soothing stone, feeling her body just give out. She parted her mandibles and ground her face against Mich's bulge in primal desperation, aching for him to get rid of his overalls and fuck her like she needed. Salrith felt slick fluids splattering down onto the straw behind her as she squirted hard, but it wasn't enough. She needed that stretch, and she needed it so badly. The stone stopped buzzing, and Salrith was left panting, shuddering. Then, Mich tapped his stone again, and her spade started vibrating all over again. The arachnobold's eyes glazed over.

“Good girl," Mich panted, suddenly pulling back as Salrith humped and bucked backwards, unable to stop herself as the soothing stone pushed her back towards the edge mercilessly, thrumming and buzzing and driving the arachnobold into a frenzy. Mich reached down and undid his overalls. Yes! Salrith looked on with wide eyes as the fat, dense, mottled cock flopped out over her snout, the buzzing inside her spade driving her insane. The arachnobold went crosseyed looking at that wonderful, captivating breeder. Before she could respond at all, Mich drew back, gripped the crown of his blunt cock with his fist, lined it up with Salrith's muzzle – and pushed. As Mich's cock sank past her lips, she trembled with the soothing stone humming away inside her.

Heated, salty flesh ground over the arachnobold's tongue, pushing all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, gulped – and felt a lump sink into her throat. She groaned, scrunching up her face as her eyes looked up, feeling it sliding down her gullet to weigh softly in her belly.

Mich… was empty-handed.

“Eager girl. Swallowin' the control stone. Now even I can't remove that one buzzin' in yer cunt. Hope yer stomach ain't too strong, or y' ain't ever gonna be rid'f it_," the horse rumbled. Salrith's eyes went _wide, and she thrashed where she lay. She squirmed, but the buzzing wouldn't stop. She couldn't push it out of her cunt, couldn't stop it, couldn't escape it. “A breeder like you… gonna have to get used to feelin' like this. Any time yer a good girl, yer gonna cum fer me. Any time ya obey a command, or act like the beast y'are, yer new best friend's gonna make sure yer real well rewarded. It's gonna help train ya up real nice. Yer gonna lose yerself to it. But thass only natural. Now be a good girl, and start squirtin'. We want this place to stink a yer heat."

Then Mich pulled out and wiped his cock on the arachnobold's face.

“But be right back, girl. Time we got yer other half…"

Salrith felt hot, so intensely hot. Her heart was racing and she couldn't pull away from the breeding horse. It was so hard to think – Salrith didn't even want to, she was just sinking so desperately into the buzzing under her tail. She could hardly focus on anything else. Not Mich as he walked away, cock hanging free and slick. Not the way her wrists and ankles chafed in the bonds. Not the skittering of claws on straw. The only thing that mattered was how quickly she was racing back to the edge, unable to stop it in the slightest. She was going to cum, again, and again any time she played the part and she loved it.

The first thing to slap her back to some sanity was the feeling of a snout pushing against her prominent, puffy cunt that stuck proudly out behind her. Big and blunt and heated, it shocked her thoughts into coherence just long enough for them to process that a wart had arrived before they were summarily scattered again by a long, hungry slurp. Salrith's brain scrambled as the singular slurp to her buzzing spade pushed her helplessly over the edge, and she felt her muscles begin to spasm all over again. She moaned out loud as she drenched the vartello's muzzle, which drew a growl. Not a hostile one, but a deep, almost sensual rumble of desire that made Salrith push backwards. Yes!

“Yeah, good girl, Umber… Give yer mate another taste a yer heat," Salrith heard Mich rumble as she writhed and thrashed against that slurping snout. Diablo's snout. Her eyes swivelled in their sockets, coming to focus on the horse directly in front of er. Had he made it all the way back to the stable that fast? He'd only just left! Or had it been a while? It was so easy to just sink. Everything was starting to feel overwhelming. Overwhelmingly good. And any time Salrith did what Mich said, the stone was going to start up again. She pushed back and squashed her rump against the scaly snout behind her, earning a snort. Diablo's tongue even slipped down to drag along her udder, slathering one of her teats in vartello slime – and it felt dazing. As her body began to slowly calm down, the stone having turned inert when Diablo's tongue made her finish, she felt a hand rub at her head between her horns. “Yeeaah. Just do what feels good," she heard. A hand cupped her chin and lifted it. Salrith groaned softly, feeling Diablo's snout disappear from behind her. “Good girls jus' relax 'n' let their boys get a load or three out. Yer a good girl, ain'tcha?" he asked, his thumb rubbing Salrith's chin.

A sudden weight landed on Salrith's back. Scaly, heavy weight that squashed her against the breeding horse. The arachnobold's eyes widened as Mich grinned down at her. She felt Diablo's paws scrabbling at her hips, then at her belly, then finally at her chest as the bigger beast settled down on her. She looked up at the horse and saw Mich with one hand wrapped around the base of his fat, stiff cock, holding it up towards Salrith's snout. “Yer my good girl Umber… ain'tcha?" the horse rumbled, looking down at her. Then Diablo humped.

Slimy, rigid inches of bulbous cock squashed into Salrith's pussy, and before her brain even fully caught up she felt herself clenching instinctively around that plump, eager breeder. Waves of pleasure hit her like a stone wall as the stone began to buzz and thrum again all by itself directly against her clit, and she howled out while Diablo trilled in bliss and drove himself in deeper.

“Mmh… yeah, stone started up again, eh? Gettin' fucked's what a breedin' bitch does, so 'course it's gonna kick in when sommin' sticks it in ya. Or maybe heat's just already wiped all those silly people-thoughts from yer head, girl? Don'tcha worry, Umber, we're gonna take real good care a ya here," the horse praised, waggling his cock in front of Salrith – no – Umber's muzzle, before gently threading it home.

But the arachnobold was all but lost in the wet, buzzing, now stretching sensations blooming from under her tail, scratching an itch with every rough, fat inch that humped home. Mich was treated to an almost empty-headed expression of dazed, unadulterated need as he felt the arachnobold begin to suckle, swallowing down that blunt crown.

Everything was a sloppy, buzzing haze of ecstasy as Salrith felt Mich start to roll and rock his hips forward, lazily thumping the broad flat of his cock against the back of her throat, Diablo all the while giddily humping away under Salrith's tail. It made Salrith want to gag, but she fought it down and gulped around the fat, swollen flesh, sucking in breaths of air that stank of that wonderful, pervasive musk that clung to both Mich and the vartellos. She felt Diablo's tip spear in past her thrumming clit and squelch in towards her unprotected womb, a jet of precum filling her up even as Mich drew back and sprayed an equine one across her tongue. She nearly whited out from the sensations.

“Attagirl. Let all those thoughts melt away. Just keep sucklin', fuck. We'll getcha right where y'oughtta be."

Diablo snorted above Umber, and the arachnobold saw Mich pat the beast's snout. “Good boy, Diablo, breed her hard fer me."

Diablo was all too eager to comply.

* * *

Time bled into a haze over the next six days. Salrith lost track of how many times she was pinned under Diablo as the animal squashed his fat, drippy breeder in under her tail and squirted load after load of yellowy reptile sperm into her depths. Mich slipped four thick cloth wraps onto her graspers so that she couldn't use her fingers, and told her that if she needed relief, she had a big, very eager mate to take care of any urges. And any time she did something bestial, the buzzing was there to reward her. Any time she bent her head down and drank from a water trough, she felt it start humming inside her. Any time she let Diablo do things to her, she felt it start buzzing. Any time she waited while Mich told her to wait, she was treated to the knowing smile of the horse as it started vibrating again, not stopping until Salrith squealed and finished where she sat, right in front of the horse – who would just reach down and pat her head affectionately. Approvingly.

Focusing was impossible with her body under that steady, inescapable buzz. She just felt increasingly demanding waves of bliss from inside her puffy spade that made her sit down firmly and rub herself against whatever she could find. As soon as Diablo noticed the arachnobold beginning to get frisky from some act of obedience or another, he was always eager and ready to 'assist', with an urging tongue that made Salrith see spots, followed by a cunt-breaking breeder that made her see white. And whenever Salrith finished while Diablo was still inside, the stone just started right back up again in mindless, enchanted praise. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate or think through the incessant humming from under her tail, her need and Diablo quickly overtook her and left her only able to think about the feeling of being filled and bred. What might start out as a shaky line of thought about what Mich might have in store would swiftly become a grind-filled, murky swamp of images and imaginings of Diablo or Mich or anything sheathing their plump, rigid need inside her until the hulking red reptile decided that his female needed another round or three.

Her days began to blend together into a haze of carnal need and pleasure, animal need and instinct becoming the only factors that mattered. And it felt good. Salrith felt bubbly and almost giggly with an excitement she knew was partially due to the copious amounts of rutboon, but that was all part of the thrill.

She would wake up in a burning heat from a fitful sleep, her dreams furnished by breeding stands and bridles. She would find herself desperately thirsty and would get a drink of water, and the stone would start, and then so would Diablo. Or Diablo would push his snout in under the arachnobold's tail regardless and start to slurp at her cunt, probably checking to see if Salrith was still in heat, unaware that Mich would just keep it burning. She found that she had less and less conscious control over her bladder, as well – when Diablo would lick at her, half the time she would spontaneously relieve herself and nothing would stop it. As time passed, she found that sometimes her body would simply go, then and there, even if Mich himself was there watching. Part of her was anxious about her growing loss of control, but the rutboon kept her far too tingly and pleasant to really mind. She actually kind of liked it.

On mornings when Diablo had stuck his snout under her tail, he wouldn't let up, no matter her whines or hisses. The devious beast would keep abusing her with his tongue for what felt like hours, not letting Salrith get away. If the arachnobold shakily crawled forwards, Diablo would follow, still plunging his thick, slimy tongue in and out of Salrith's spade until she would plead for him to do more. By the time Mich arrived in the mornings, Salrith would have been bred two or three times by the beast and have a noticeably rounder belly.

After that, Salrith and Diablo were fed together – Diablo a mixture of unidentifiable meat and some sort of kibble, and Salrith a mixture of the kibble and thankfully cooked meat. Apparently Mich had decided that the arachnobold's stomach might not be as strong as an actual vartello's. They had one water trough to share during mealtimes, and although Salrith resisted drinking from the same water as the vartello at first, as more time went on she found herself slowly becoming able to think about less and less than how hot her cunt was… and knowing that something as simple as drinking from the trough would bring her a helpless climax, she soon found herself losing her hesitance. At first it would be a moment of weakness, where lust would make her choose to take a drink – and once she had, nothing would stop the soothing stone until she finished. But after a couple of days of constant, inescapable need, Salrith found herself hesitating less and less. So what if she squirted and made Diablo eager? She wanted that. She wanted it more and more, and here she was in stables like an animal… Why not? This was what she wanted. Before long, Salrith would simply close her eyes and drink, an aching croon escaping her snout as the water entered her muzzle and the stone buzzed to life, with Diablo's claws skittering not long after…

In the afternoons, Diablo would be let out into the paddocks with the rest of the vartello while Salrith was left to her own devices. Mich didn't seem to be ready for Salrith to be around other vartello quite yet. So Salrith would simply remain in the stable, panting and writhing from the ever-growing heat between her legs, driving her crazy with an ache for something to fill her. With no one around and no real clear way to behave 'appropriately', Salrith found herself growing heated and dizzy with raw want. She could feel fluids trickling down her thighs almost constantly, and even she was starting to be able to smell her own heat. Once it would have been humiliating, but with the work of days on her psyche, it just felt thrilling.

Worst was when Mich would come during those empty afternoons and hold Salrith's hips, position himself behind the arachnobold, and then slowly grind his blunted, equine crown against Salrith's spade. It would drive her wild, leaving Salrith writhing and humping needily at the horse, who never let her impale herself on that thick breeder. By the time Diablo would saunter cockily back in, Salrith would be so wild that Mich could just crouch there with a smile, holding the arachnobold's head as Salrith would hike her tail up and plead without words for the wart to breed her again. Mich would praise her as such a good girl, and would pat and rub her snout the whole time Diablo would rail her.

By the sixth day, during the afternoon, the arachnobold dimly realised that she felt so uncomfortable. After a half hour of grinding against the wall and floor, having triggered the soothing stone with some appropriately animalistic noises made at Mich's command, the arachnobold felt herself peaking. The stone wracked her with wave after wave of overwhelming bliss until the hybrid squirted helplessly over the floor of her stall, soaking it in the scents that she knew would drive her mate to breed her all afternoon long. Then, in the shallow moments of momentary clarity that followed after peaking, she realised what it was. The heavy bulge in her belly from Diablo's morning breedings wasn't going down. No… it hadn't gone down in days, now.

Diablo's eggs were ready.

Salrith let out a quiet, uncertain chittering noise, then began to shakily pace around her stall on all sixes. She could feel it, now that she paid attention to it. The eggs were ready, and she would need to clutch soon. They would have to come out. Diablo's eggs. Fertilised eggs. The first of many. She'd been here for – had it been… seven days? six? Six, she thought. When she did clutch, it was usually five to eight… if Mich set Diablo and her up regularly, by the time her safety spell finally triggered, she would have laid… laid… She couldn't work it out. She whined impotently as her thoughts kept scattering, keeping her from figuring out the number she would lay by the time her rescue spell activated in—in… months. Some number of… Eighteen months. She wasn't thinking clearly. Fuck, that made her wet, too.

Suddenly, the stable doors swung open.

“Umber, kalak," Salrith heard. Immediately, the arachnobold sucked in a breath, then shakily began to crawl towards the source of the voice. As she rounded the corner, she saw Mich standing there, dressed in his usual overalls, holding a bridle that Salrith was beginning to recognise was designated as her own. The horse had a coy, yet friendly look on his blunt snout as Salrith walked towards him on all sixes, padded graspers pressing into the straw of the floor. After a few steps, Salrith felt it start.

Buzz.

The arachnobold gasped and faltered in her steps as the soothing stone started up again so soon, thrumming and pulsating and tormenting her most sensitive spot. Mich caught the motion and crouched down to greet her.

“Good girl, good girl Umber. Yeeah. Nice 'n' obedient. Now then… Dethish," Mich spoke. Salrith's heart was thundering in her chest as she panted, standing there in front of the horse. Dethish… Dethish was… yes.

Salrith shakily began to turn, rotating on all sixes until she was facing away from the horse. Did Mich want her now? Mother egg, she wanted Mich. Finishing felt like heaven, but nothing scratched that deep, desperate itch except feeling her cunt spread and speared open.

Salrith lowered her chest to the floor, feeling the bump of her bloated belly touch the ground. She hiked her tail up and over her back, feeling slick fluids starting to trickle down from her cunt and down the back of her udder. It felt more sensitive, too… She wagged her rump for the horse, feeling the slight wobble of her heat-engorged cunt and hoping it would entice him.

“Attagirl," she heard Mich croon. “Yeah."

A moment later, Salrith felt the horse reach forwards and touch her. She felt a singular thumb swipe along her thrumming Y-shaped folds, and her legs felt so much weaker. She was getting close again..! Salrith let out a chittering whimper. The horse spent a few moments rubbing at Salrith's cunt, feeling the humming vibrations that were quivering through it. “Can't get 'nuff a th'pleasure, now, can ya? Eager to obey… Pleasure's m'favourite way a breakin' in new beasts, y'know. Hmhm. But lookit me, talkin' to a beast like she'd unnerstand words." Salrith shuddered as Mich spoke that way. It drove the arachnobold shamefully wild. Then she felt Mich reach forwards and rub at the hybrid's belly. Salrith trembled as she felt Mich pressing against it, feeling around, touching, testing, exploring. Then he drew his fingers back to start to slowly, almost tenderly cup her udder and give it a warm, gentle squeeze. His thumb and index finger lightly rubbed at one of her teats, and Salrith whimpered. After a moment, the horse drew his hand back.

Salrith felt something press over her eyes.

“Mmh. Umber, aoer."

Umber remained still, her breathing coming a little harder.

Swallowing, the arachnobold waited as Mich wrapped what seemed to be a blindfold around her eyes, leaving her utterly blind. Then she felt him press her bit to her lips, and she opened wide to let him bridle her.

As the bit slipped in, Umber's voice rose to a shrill yelp as the stone pushed too far, and the arachnobold began to squirt all over again, feeling wave after wave of wonderful ecstasy flood her body. She pushed back to try and press against Mich and found the horse there. As Mich trussed her up in bestial gear once again, she splattered wet, heated fluids backwards across his hooves and the ground, feeling the thick bulge in his overalls that she craved so desperately.

“Whoa, messy bitch," he clucked. “Watch where y'aim that rump a yers, yer practically fountainin'."

But Umber didn't care – if anything, it made her feel even better. By the time Salrith felt her body calming down again, Mich was gently tugging as her reins.

“Good girl… yeah. C'mon now. Special day today. Umber, kalak."

On shaky, trembling limbs, blindfolded and unable to see, Salrith turned to follow… and felt the soothing stone start to thrum inside her again. Umber whimpered.