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The door is a normal door. For the grand old Edwardian terrace, it's a perfectly normal front door, not an ominous portal of looming gargoyles and blackened wood. Still, you quail in front of it, scared of what lies beyond. Your hesitation is no use, though: you have no option but to raise your fist and -

The door swings silently open, a fraction of an inch between your fingers and it. "Come in!" trills the sorceress from down the passage way. "I'm in the kitchen."

You can remember the way from our last visit. Your hooves clack on the hardwood floor for a second before you turn to close the door - but it has already closed. Light spills out of the door ahead, along with the scent of tea.

Jasmine is standing at the counter, stirring two mugs. "Here. You might need this."

She holds out one of the mugs. You take it, eyes flicking up and down from her to the steam rising off it. "It's a mild aphrodisiac. Magical. You know, so your sweet little boyfriend will think you're as horny as he is. And that you've been packed and hung up on display, like he was."

You stare into the cup. It's clear, and although it is steaming, it's room temperature. "You don't have to drink, if you think you'll get wet enough by yourself."

You're a little afraid of what might be in the drink. She's not just mean, she enjoys hurting you, she told you as much the last time you were here. But the tigress is a stickler for rules, you know she won't do anything that will get her into trouble. You sip. It tastes like water, but as it goes down it burns like whiskey, the heat rolling down to you fingertips and toes, before gathering at you groin and nipples. You want more.

You take a gulp, then shiver. You can feel your pussy moisten, sexual thoughts filling your mind. And then Jasmine has taken control, forcing your mouth open with one hand and tipping your hand back so the fluid fills your mouth. Some spills out onto you top as your whole body shudders, burning up with desire. Your panties must be soaking, and you nipples are hard, poking through the wet fabric.

When she releases you, you fall to your knees, hands uncontrollably clawing at your groin. A thrill of need radiates from your pussy you press up against it, knowing that you need to lift you skirt and start jilling off right there-

"Stop," commands the sorceress. You pull your hands away looking up at her dumbly, a few drips still falling from your lips. "Interesting. I make you horny, and the first thing you do is fall to your knees. Doesn't that just sum you up?"

She pats you on the head, condescendingly. "I bet you hate that, don't you? That kneeling before someone who is going to wreck you? But you can't help be such a submissive little cunt."

She walks past you. "Strip, and meet me upstairs. And no touching yourself. Wouldn't want to ruin that good run of abstinence you've had."

***

Your clothes neatly folded in your arms, you tread gently up the stairs. For a second you thrill at the though of the door flying open and exposing you to the world, but that fails to happen. You are still hot and horny, the magic coursing through your veins and pounding in your groin.

You can hear Jasmine humming to herself through the only open door. It's the same room you were in before, the storeroom before her workshop. She's pulling to only packaged person off the hooks: it's your boyfriend, still grotesquely distorted and bent. She glances over her shoulder at you. "Put your clothes in that locker - the open one, next to his. You're supposed to have done the same as him, after all."

When you follow her through to the workroom she has laid him on the table. His posture hasn't changed, trapped holding his ankles above his head. His enormous penis looks like it may actually be larger than the last time you saw it, as though it's sucked mass from his body. It has leaked precum between the sealed sheets of plastic, matting his fur and lubricating his whole chest area so that the head of his cock can slide as he twitches and squirms. As she flicks at the tip of the equine flare, the horse shudders. He's obviously exhausted, despite not moving for a week. The constant sensation of plastic compressing his flesh must have been so much, and when viewers at wherever he was hung touched and caressed those massive balls-

You suddenly suspect he didn't leave this house. Did she keep him trapped here, hung up so that she could touch him - was he above her bed -

It doesn't matter, of course. You both agreed to be displayed, and you didn't say where or how. Didn't have any say in it.

She tweaks your nipple, unexpectedly. You gasp, and arch your back into her groping hands. "That got your attention, yes?"

You nod, the muscles of your vagina spasming. She drags you by you breast, and you whimper and bite your lip as you totter over to the table. She makes a sudden movement, bringing her other hand up - a craft knife! You flinch, the thought of her slicing you nipple off in one movement shooting through your mind, but she just lets you go, and you stagger back a few steps.

The tigress shakes her head and sniggers at your discomfort. "How did you think I was going to get him out?"

She plunges the knife into the plastic, at the edge of your boyfriend's leg. You twitch, but he doesn't seem to have noticed. She worries at the gash with the knife, trying to get the two layers to parts, but the suction inside is too much and they won't come apart. "Oh,common, don't ruin the scene you stupid plastic-"

Giving up, she clicks the blade of the knife away and tosses it away. Magic pulses in her fingers, teasing the plastic apart. There's a gasp as the seal breaks and air rushes in, flexing as it releases the horse boy. "Come on," she says. "Pull here."

You pull on the plastic. It tears easily, more easily than it should, and releases a smell - oh god, the scent! It's hot and musky, the pools of sweat and precum reeking in such a masculine way. You feel juices run down your thighs and your eyes lid as you shudder. That smell would disgust you, but it locks into the magic lust in your veins, and makes it run faster.

Your boyfriend is squirming, helpless. As the plastic gives up its grip on him, his legs slip down from their folded position, and his enfeebled arms twitch and try to lift, desperate to touch his massive cock and finally bring himself to orgasm after his week of torture. He is too weak, though, and slips forward, legs dangling so that his cock is aimed forwards. Right at you.

"Go on," Jasmine purred. "He's desperate for it. Suck him off."

You glance up at her. Surely she can't be serious - that thing is far to big! Much bigger than you remember from the way she made him before. "Go on!"

She pushes the length of flesh towards you. It's so thick and meaty, glistening with pre. You feel it shiver beneath your touch, his heartbeat thrumming franticly. He's so desperate,and so helpless...

You reach out and touch your tongue to the pre drooling from his tip. "Oh!" You exclaim in surprise.

It's incredible. The salty fluid fills your mouth, sending a shiver running down your spine. You can't help but lap at the edge of his urethra, and his twitches grow as your lust fuels his desperation.

"Are you just going to tease him all night?" The tigress' voice is soft and mocking. "I didn't think you had that much cruelty in you. But here, let me help."

She reaches down and, before you can react, grasps your muzzle by the upper jaw in one hand, the lower in the other, and pulls. There's movement, but no cracking sound as you bones bend and distort beneath her grip.

Firmly, she keeps the pressure on your face. Muscles give, tendons lengthen and skin stretches under the inexorable force. Your fluttering hands cannot stop her, the magic she dosed you with has made you soft and pliable. Was it even an aphrodisiac, or was it the knowledge that you would be manipulated like this that turned you on?

"There, I think you're just about ready to suck him off," Jasmine says, spreading your lips over the mighty head of your boyfriend's cock. It's too big, even for your enlarged mouth. Still, she pushes you down on it, making you poor jaw dislocate as bones are softly reformed around his enormous battering ram. You feel things shifting around deeper inside your skull as it deforms to take in the length. It's too much for your spine: you body tingles, then goes numb as your vertebrae are pushed apart, severing your spinal column.

Arms hanging limply beyond your control, you try to look pleadingly to the sorceress. The pulse of your boyfriend's heart, fast and urgent echoes inside your squashed skull, filling your mind. Your body is gone, all that is left to you is your head, and that is wrapped around his cock.

"Aren't you going to bob a little? Don't you want him to get off?"

You can't reply. You try to move your jaw, but the horse flesh is too hard to be pushed. You tongue squirms against his glans, and from the way his twitches move your head around, you can tell he's close - just not quite there.

"Aw, you're so mean! Looks like I have to step in and finish the job."

She puts one hand on the back of you head, running the other up and down the underside of his cock. She rotates your head, keeping the pressure on so that the tight hole of your mouth stimulates him. It's enough.

He cums, as hard as he can. The wasted muscle of his body can't thrust up enough for your limp body to drag your head off, but the force of the orgasm sends cum blasting through every hole in your head. The fluid blasts through your head, filling every cavity. Your sinuses burn as salty semen fills them, your hearing going as it spurts from your aural canals and bursts eardrums.

"A week of sexual torture. I hope he enjoyed it as much as you did, cum slut."

He's softening, just a little. It means there's not enough suction to keep you attached to his dick and you slip off, landing in a crumpled head. Your head bumps against a wall, you vision doubled because your eyes have been pushed out of their normal position. You try to look up at the tigress and your boyfriend, but your eye sockets have been squashed so much, you can no longer move your eyeballs.

Maybe you can talk now. You try to close your mouth, but the few inches that would normally shut your muzzle leave your mouth a gaping hole of twisted teeth and stretched flesh. When you try to moan, all that comes out is a bubbling froth of cum.

Your body paralysed and head shaped into a fuck hole for monster cocks, you realise: you boyfriend's orgasm has ruined you.

A tear dibbles down your cheek. Then you understand that it's not tears, although it is salty.

You can't have been despairing for more than five seconds when Jasmine taps you lightly on the head. Magic shocks you, and there's a sickening movement of bones as they move back to their rightful place, tendons worming about beneath tightening skin. Cum ejaculates from your nose and ears as your passages tighten and heal, letting you breathe again. You gasp, feeling air fill your lungs once more, and you can feel your chest, and arms, and legs, warm like an old friends' embrace.

Panting, strings of cum hang from your mouth as you turn and look at the sorceress. She pats you, condescendingly. "There. All back to normal."

But she's lying. You will never be the same again.

"Come on. Let's get him sorted out."

You struggle to your hooves. "What- what was-Oh!"

Your body is insulting you. After everything, your pussy is sopping wet, leaking fluid all over your legs. You might have cum when your head was used to masturbate him, but your severed nerves didn't let you know, and you're still painfully horny.

"You could help me, you know. Then you'd be able to go home and get that cunt of yours fucked sooner."

You blush. She's fiddling with the ball gag you put on him a week ago. You move up, and gently slide the blindfold off his eyes. His eyes are rolled back up in his skull, blind to the world around him. "James?" you whisper.

"He's not going to reply," says Jasmine, mocking your concern. "He's exhausted. He's got idea what's going on, either."

She smiles at you, predatory. "There is one thing we should talk about before I bring him back tot his world from the world of pleasure. Technically, I'm supposed to put you back just the way you were. But, if say, I was to forget certain features, and ask you how they were, and you were to say yes, well..." She shrugs. "I'll have to take your word for it, won't I?"

She puts both her hands on his chest. There's an intangible pulse of magic, and the little muscle on his body flexes. Then you see it's not just flexing, it's growing, back to where it used to be. His chest barrels back from the feeble thing for display into something more fitting for a man, a horse. He is slim, but his lithe form is building back to normal is twitching, writhing growth.

"And finally..." She touches his forehead, between his eyes. He blinks, looking around. "Francine?"

"I'm here," you whisper.

"Is it over?" He sits up, looking around, confused. "Did it really happen?"

His eye are fixed on yours. You nod, slowly. Semen still covers your face.

"Oh, look at that! I forgot a little something."

Jasmine breaks the silence between the two of you, gesturing between his legs. He starts in shock at the oversized dick, still as long as his leg, and the balls that match. "What the-"

He touches it, gasping as it responds to his touch. He stares at you in- shock? Amazement? "Yeah," you say, and gesture at the cum streaking your body. "You seemed to enjoy it."

He smiles. He's about to say something when Jasmine cuts across him. "Sorry, but I can't let you leave with it - Not that you could walk with that anyway!"

The tigress lays a finger on the horse cock, and James lets out a strangled grunt. The massive length starts to harden, but at the same time it's shrinking down. It's under two feet when it gets fully hard, James squirming and jerking under the force of her magic. He pants and rubs his legs together until she lifts her finger - before he expected. His dick is still bigger than is was - much bigger. Just about a foot long, too thick around for your hands to meet. "There," the sorceress says. "That's how it was. Isn't it?"

The length will batter painfully against your cervix every time he thrusts into you. The girth will leave your pussy lips gaping and splayed open.

It will ruin you.

He's looking at you, quizzicaly.

"That's exactly how I remember it," you whisper.