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The bell rang. Penelope ran to her class, her short skirt flapping as she did getting cat calls from the boys around her.

"Lovely legs there!"

"Care to keep running? I need a better view."

"Make them jiggle!" The last in reference to her holding her breasts as she ran.

Getting to class, puffing, the teacher, an elderly human male named Mr Griggs waved her to her seat.

"Late again, Miss Lovesdale. You're lucky your grades keep you out of detention."

"Sorry sir, thank you sir."

He gave a kindly smile and returned to his teaching.

Getting into her work, the political ramifications of the establishment of the White Tower a century ago, Penelope smiled, as it was a subject she was quite versed in. After all, her sire was a graduate of the Tower.

Thinking of her parents, however, brought mixed feelings. Both her parents were from the Federation, but due to being spiritkin were never fully welcome in the human dominated country. The fact that her sire had graduated as a technomancer from the Tower had eventually prompted her family to move.

And thus they had, to the Kingdom of Flemria.

Both her parents were equines, and both herms. Her mother was a farm hand at a local farm that worked with the controversial hucows. Her kind nature had led her to being in charge of several barns of the beasts, and thus rarely home. Her sire was also an interesting specimen. Once a criminal psychologist, her sire had magically had her zebra stripes turned purple when she was undercover, and kept the change ever since. This fascination had led her into studying magic at the White Tower.

Penelope had no interest in either career if she was honest, despite her having permanently pink fur and hair thanks to her sire's own magical experimentation. But it was not her lack of interest in such a career that made conversations with and about her family awkward. It was far more simple than that.

She was female. While not unheard of, the children of two hermaphrodites were almost always like their parents. Daughters were rare, and sons impossible. Her little sister, barely three, was a herm. Her parents were so proud. And that's what made it a problem.

Her parents did love her, and they were proud of her achievements but everyone knew that they had never been proud of her for being just her. And was being a female such a bad thing? Across most of the world the answer would be that females, males and herms were all equal. However, in the dragon ruled Flemria, hermaphrodites were socially seen as a more valued member of society. Even at school it was obvious, with the school captains historically being hermaphrodites, the principal was always a hermaphrodite and the scholarships always went to hermaphrodites.

It infuriated her. Her annoyance was distracted by the bell, however, as the the school day ended. Smiling, Penelope packed her things and went home.

"How was school?" her mother asked at the dinner table.

Penelope looked up from her vegetables. "Boring as usual. Getting cat called by all the guys shitted me off as usual."

"Language, young lady," her sire commented, not taking her eyes off Jezebel, her sister, who had been about to throw a piece of food on the floor.

"Sorry. It just gets to me is all. Was it like this for you when you were in school?"

Her parents looked at each other and her mother blushed.

"Ummm no. We got distracted. So we didn't pay close attention to that sort of thing."

Knowing her parents were high school sweethearts Penelope took the meaning and made a face. "Ew! Don't say any more!"

Her sire chuckled but then looked at her, sighing. "Penny, if we're honest your mother and I were part of the group that would make cat calls at young mares like you. We're not proud of it, but we were kids."

Penelope went silent for a minute, thinking. She had heard the occasional herm make a comment, and on occasion she had seen the looks some girls gave her. Suddenly blushing she realised that some of those girls may not have been girls at all!

"When does it stop?"

Her mother gently took her hand. "When it stops annoying you. Or you get a partner who scares people off."

"Great." Finishing her last carrot she turned to her sire. "Can I go to my room? I've got a couple of assignments to do."

Her sire nodded. Then smirked. "Though keep the videos muted."

Penelope blushed and nodded, heading to her room.

"What was that about, Mary?" asked her mother quizzically."

She heard her sire chuckle and begin to whisper.

Penelope sat at her desk, eyes glancing between the computer screens. On one was her homework, the other was streaming a movie.

She had stopped blushing from her sire's comment. She knew the incident that was referenced, and banged her palm to her forehead at the memory.

It was not a horrendous memory, just an embarrassing one. One night she had been doing some biology homework and the subject of hermaphrodites had come up. Well, out of curiosity, and probably pent up sexual frustration, she had begun looking at porn. And seeing as she came from an all equine household she had looked up stallions and mares.

She had expected more romantic stuff, but what came up was far from it. The stallions often rutted like beasts, the mares often looked like they were in pain. It had been with anxious curiosity she had looked up herm equines. She had been both scared and turned on by what she saw. Typically it had the matrons topping the more submissive maidens. Thick cocks stretching a tight pussy while the maiden stroked her own cock until she came. The looks on the maiden's face was what scared her the most, most looked drunk, drugged and were often a drooling wreck.

It had been at that point her sire had walked in, wondering what the strange noises from Penelope's room were. It could have been worse, after all, she had not been mastubating at all. However, what her sire had said had made it impossible for Penelope even think about looking at porn without blushing.

"Pfft, mine's bigger."

Penelope had turned it all off and gone straight to bed.

What was worse, she had then had to listen to her parents having sex downstairs for an hour afterwards.

Was her mother that lust drunk afterwards?

Did her sire spank her mother's ass like they did in the movie?

She had gone green at the thought. These were her parents!

Turning off the monitors and putting her study aside, Penelope sighed and moved to her bed. She often wondered what made all the males crazy about her, and the herms too. She did not dress like some of the tarts at school, but neither would she dress like a prude. She did not flirt. All in all she was known pretty much as a bit of a goody-goody. A high achieving one at that.

With those thoughts she finally fell asleep.

"Where's Mr Griggs?" one student asked. The question was met with others, the students sitting at their desk waiting for their teacher.

Penelope was also curious. The kindly old human was a staple at the school and was known for being on time and rather formal. For him to be late, or absent without having arranged a substitute, was something unheard of.

"Maybe one of us should go to the office and get the keys. At least we could be inside out of the cold," came the comment from another student.

"There will be no need for that, my dear," a soft yet authoritative voice said from behind the students.

As one they turned. Standing just a bit taller than Penelope, the tallest in the class, was a pure white equine wildkin, dressed in light blue business outfit like most teachers. However, unlike the others, it suited her.

Without a word, the new teacher moved to the front and unlocked the door. "Everybody in and take a seat."

They walked in obediently, the students wondering why the substitute was late.

"Where's Mr Griggs?" Penelope asked, sitting in her seat at the front of the class.

"You should raise your hand to ask questions, Miss...?"

Penelope blushed at the rebuke for her lack of manners. "Lovesdale, miss. Penelope Lovesdale."

The teacher raised an eyebrow, revealing her eyes to be the deepest shade of blue, almost violet. She then turned to the class. "Everyone, settle down and have a seat. I have some important news."

The class grew quiet.

"There will be an announcement tomorrow but you are all seniors and you have a right to know. Joseph Griggs passed away last night in his sleep. From what I hear he went peacefully."

The class was dead silent. Penelope, despite herself found a tear rolling down her cheek. He had been her favourite teacher.

"As such," the teacher continued, "I will be your new teacher. My name is Miss Snow. I will expect the same sort of respect you gave Mr Griggs."

Penelope barely paid attention for the rest of the class. She knew people died but it still took her by surprise.

Finally the bell rang. They all stood to leave.

"I will see you all tomorrow," Miss Snow stated. "Oh, Miss Lovesdale, a word if you will."

Penelope stood still behind her desk, nervous as to why she was being asked to stay back. Miss Snow walked up to the girl's desk, and sat on it.

"You may sit."

Penelope did so and now realised two very interesting things. The first, was that from this proximity, she noticed Miss Snow had a very plump derriere. The second was that she was wearing a lovely perfume.

"You were barely paying attention in my class today, Penelope."

The younger equine blushed. "Sorry -"

Miss Snow raised her hand, indicating she had more to say. "I know today's news was hard to hear so I will happily forgive you this time. But I have seen your grades and I would hate to see you not continue to get then. Please try harder in future."

"Thank you miss. I will try harder next time."

"Good girl. Now go get some lunch."

Penelope did not need to be told twice. As she left the classroom she did not turn around, meaning she never saw the small smirk on her new teacher's face.

That being said, life continued as normal for some time. The school held a memorial for Mr Griggs, and Penelope even went to his funeral. But exams were coming up and the seniors could ill afford more distractions.

Miss Snow proved to be a solid replacement for Mr Griggs. She brought new energy to the classroom and was quite a skilled mage, often using illusionary magic to give better demonstrations of historical events.

She proved quite popular with students, parents and teachers alike. Quite a few single fathers had even been impressed enough to make moves on her but she had gently rebuffed them.

Penelope on the other hand was finally beginning to struggle. The name calling was getting worse. In two of her classes she had only just gotten the best grades.

"Miss Lovesdale, a word?"

Penelope cringed. Miss Snow had no real reason to hold her back but yet again the white equine was keeping the pink one back.

"Sit," Miss Snow commanded.

Penelope did so.

"Penelope, is everything okay?"

The girl blinked. This was not what she had been expecting. "Miss?"

The older horse sat on her desk, once more that perfume wafted into Penelope's nose. "I have noticed you struggling at school sweetie. I am not blind nor deaf to the comments many make about you. Nor am I ignorant of the fact you are unlike your parents. Most importantly I have seen you working harder to keep your grades at their current level."

Penelope was gobsmacked. "How do you know all this?"

"I am your teacher, Penelope. It is my job to know."

"How did you know my parents were ummm well hermaphrodites?"

Miss Snow smiled. "I knew your sire before she went into White Tower."

"You did?"

"Indeed. Not well, mind you, but enough that when you told me your last name I knew you were hers."

"How did you know her?"

Miss Snow laughed. "I taught her a few tricks in illusion. I also warned her of magical experimentation."

At that the teacher gently touched Penelope's pink fur. Penelope blushed but remained quiet.

"At least all she did was change her fur colour. It's safe enough. And quite legal."

"What was it before?"

Miss Snow chuckled. "I honestly don't know."

Penelope rubbed her arms. "Will mine ever be normal?"

"With magic, yes. And your children will need the same themselves for a few generations. Though I think pink fur suits you. You look very pretty."

Penelope shifted in her seat, the words made her both grateful and awkward. "Thank you."

"But how are you coping with the stress of it all?"

"Badly, Miss Snow. I don't get enough sleep. And well, it's hard to find people who care."

"Not enough sleep? Are you taking anything for it?"

Penelope shook her head. "I don't want my mums to know. And I can't afford it."

Miss Snow scratched her chin. "Well... I shouldn't offer this, and you would have to keep it quiet from everyone, but I know a thing or two about alchemy. I could brew up a safe potion to help you destress if you wanted."

"You could?"

The teacher nodded. "Yes. But you would have to keep it quiet from everyone, okay? Otherwise I could lose my job."

"Yes Miss Snow."

"Okay then. See me after school tomorrow and I should have something brewed up."

And with that Penelope was dismissed.

Sitting at her desk, Yolanda Snow relaxed and the glamour over her body faded. Surprisingly little changed. She still retained her snow white fur, her looks were the same. About the only thing that changed was the very large bulge hiding in her too tight skirt.

Reaching into her desk she pulled out an old photo. In it were four herm equines lounging around a pool. One was a snow white herm, her belly bulging, cuddling up to a smokey black herm with her nose in book. The other two, a purple zebra and her mate, were cuddling, holding their infant daughter, a pink female foal.

The next day could not come fast enough as far as Penelope was concerned. Miss Snow was proving to be a fast favourite of hers in regards to her teachers. She seemed to genuinely care about the young filly's well being, not just her grades. And the help for her stress would be of immense help. It would help her focus on her work.

Finally, at the end of the day she found herself once more alone with her teacher.

"Were you able to -" Penelope began.

With a nod the elder mare smiled. "Yes. And I should have a supply for some time. However," she paused and held out seven very small vials, "I won't be giving you the lot at once. One per day, and that's it. Then come and see me?"

Penelope looked are the vials, filled with a milky substance though at times it would sparkle. "What is it?"

"A mixture of substances, nothing dangerous. You should have a single vial before going to bed each night. It should give you pleasant dreams. And let you relax."

"Anything else?"

"Hold the vial for about five minutes before ingesting. You will find the effects stronger."

Penelope held the vial, noticing the sparkles. "Will anyone notice? Like my parents?"

"No," answered Miss Snow, shaking her head. "Just pleasant dreams and relaxation is all you will have."

"Thank you!"

"No problem Penelope, now get going!" ordered the white mare. As she watched the young filly leaving the classroom Yolanda smiled. All was going as planned. Then, with a sigh, she returned to grading.

That night Penelope sat alone in her room, holding the vial. Everyone had gone to bed, barring her mother who had been a bit ill. And was heard going to and from the bathroom.

She uncorked the vial, taking a small sniff. Her eyes widened, the smell was intense, but hard to place. Not unpleasant either, and thanks to her lifetime living with a technomancer she could feel the magic the fumes were giving off.

"Well, here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, and downed the vial in one gulp. She blinked as the gooey liquid flowed straight down her throat. The taste was incredible. Almost like honey! She licked the vial clean, then hid it under her bed. Feeling the mixture's effects rapidly, she could feel her body relaxing, as if the day's stresses were irrelevant. Soon she curled up, and closed her eyes, asleep.

She would never remember the dreams she had that night. But she remembered the warmth and safety they made her feel. As if she was curled up in the softest cloud, at the perfect. And thus the vial had begun to work.

In the months that followed Penelope's life begun to change. Thanks to regularly taking the vials supplied by Miss Snow she now had seemed to lose most of her stresses, the warm dreams always there to hold her. Her body had begun to change, more than she thought it should for an eighteen year old. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes, and her hair and fur had an almost silk like quality. Not that her family noticed.

Her mother and sire, already looking after Jezebel had revealed to their friends and family to big news, her mother was pregnant, and with twins no less! Penelope could not have been happier for two new sisters, even when the ultrasound revealed them to be herms. Still, it meant that she had to complete her last year of school with very little support.

Thankfully there was Miss Snow. Miss Snow was like a guardian angel, supplying the ever-relaxing medicine and even tutoring Penelope privately. She had even agreed to up the dosage, due to the stress of the exams and life.

And through this, Penelope shone like a star, so bright with her mentor always guiding there and being a shoulder to lean on.

******

Penelope lay in bed. Naked. She had stopped wearing pyjamas to bed some weeks ago, ever since she began taking double doses of her tonic. They just never felt comfortable. She held the two vials in her hands, listening to her parents rutting in the other room. Her mother's pregnancy hormones had made her insatiable, much to her sire's delight. She was not really bothered by such sounds anymore, most likely a result of her medication. So in a gulp she downed them, soon asleep.

The dreams she was now having were no longer a mystery. She often had intense dreams, erotic in nature. Tonight was no different. She was naked, in the school and walking down the hallway. The only other students were equines, studs and herms, stroking their cocks as she walked by. She could smell the musk, and smiled in pride as the occasional cock spurted thick cum on her silken fur.

Finally she got to where she was going. Miss Snow's room. She walked in, and squirmed in her sleep at what she saw. Never had she seen or dreamed of this!

She opened the door, and inside was Miss Snow, utterly naked. But something was not right, as the white mare was no longer just a mare! She was now sporting a cock, a huge she-stallion cock. And she was stroking it.

Wordlessly, Miss Snow beckoned Penelope to kneel at her feet. The mare nodded, moving between the white herms legs. She looked up, as Miss Snow stroked her cock more and more.

"You've finally made it here..." said the dream herm.

"What do you mean?" Penelope's reply was confused... her mind was beginning to register that she was dreaming.

"Where you belong."

Before Penelope could reply her alarm went off, waking her up.

"Morning sweetheart," her sire greeted her as Penelope entered the kitchen, dressed for the weekend.

"Morning," came Penelope's groggy reply, never a morning person. She was aware enough to notice her sire going over some files, they looked like police reports. "What are those?"

"Some old business, sadly. An old friend of mine has been investigated for links to some pretty nefarious criminal activity."

Penelope was intrigued. "Anything interesting?"

Her sire nodded. "Yes. She was one of the brightest back at the Tower. She belonged to a group of friends, all of us she-studs."

"So what happened?"

"She got involved in the Black Star. Well, more importantly, her girlfriend did. They were even with foal."

Penelope blinked. The Black Star was one of the world's most dangerous terrorist groups. She waited for more information.

"Unfortunately, Gemma, the one with the Black Star, got caught trying to summon demons within the White Tower. By me."

The pink mare felt her face pale. "Did she succeed?"

The elder equine nodded. "Yes. Killed a few students. Thankfully we were able to banish it. Gemma was taken body and soul back to wherever it came from."

A shudder was the response. "So what happened with the girlfriend. Why is she in trouble now?"

Her sire sighed. "She dropped out after the stress made her lose her foal. She blamed me, and sort of fell off the radar. It was a shame, she was the brightest of all of us, a true genius at magic. But recent reports have come in because her name has cropped up in a few circles linking her back to the Black Star. The police thought my background and training could be of some use. Frankly I have no idea where to start. Yolanda was the brightest among us, but when she lost her foal... she snapped."

Penelope felt her face grow deathly pale. "Yolanda?" She had grown close enough to Miss Snow to know her face.

"Yes. She prefered Yola though."

Penelope thought about saying something but then an impulse came to her. After all, while her dreams were one thing, Miss Snow was a mare, like her! But she had known her parents right? Maybe it was a common name?

"So," her sire interrupted her thoughts. "What are your plans for the day?"

Penelope forced a smile. "It's a Saturday and I am going out with some friends. Gonna see a movie."

"Just be home before midnight. Oh, and can you babysit Jezebel tomorrow? Your mother and I need to see a doctor."

Penelope nodded. "Sure. See you later mum, love you!"

And with that she was out the door.

Penelope knocked on the door. Hard. She had been here a few times. To collect vials and some tutoring sessions. She knew she had lied to her sire but she had to know. Had to know if her teacher was somehow linked to this criminal.

The door opened, with perplexed Miss Snow answering, dressed in her nightgown. "Penelope?"

"Miss Snow, can I ask you something?"

The older mare nodded. "Of course, come in, come in!"

Penelope entered. The house always smelled so good, like the tonic. Which sort of made sense. Open plan with lounges and bookcases, it was modestly decorated. There were several bedrooms, though most were closed. Probably storage for the lone teacher.

Miss Snow moved to the sofa, sitting on it, beckoning Penelope to sit beside her. "What's the matter, is something wrong?"

Penelope, dressed in a small white summer dress felt awkward as she sat. "You went to the Tower with my sire, right?"

"Yes. Your mother, too. I wouldn't say we are friends though. Did they ask about me."

Penelope shook her head. "Not exactly. Did you know a she-stallion by the name of Gemma, by any chance?"

Miss Snow took a deep breath. "I did. Before she went insane."

"Insane?"

"She joined the Black Star. And if you are asking about her then you know how that turned out. So what do you really want to know?"

Penelope was stunned by the near confession. But she had not really confessed to anything, had she? Penelope took a breath, noting her mentor had the same scent of the tonic, only much stronger. She must take it too. "Can I ask a personal question?"

Miss Snow raised an eyebrow. "Ask away."

"Are you.. Are you a herm?" the last was said with a blush.

Miss Snow smiled and leaned back on the sofa, one arm behind Penelope. "You want to know if I was Gemma's girlfriend?"

Penelope looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Well, why not check for yourself. That way you will know I am not lying."

"You want me to what?!"

Miss Snow placed her hand on Penelope's, gently guiding it to the lower opening of her robe. "You are an adult. Besides, that way I can say I didn't trick you."

Penelope was speechless. But Miss Snow, like always, made so much sense. Blushing brightly she began to peel way the robe, the scent almost overpowering. She then blinked. "You are a mare!"

Miss Snow made no move to reclose her robe, nor move Penelope's increased proximity. "Yes and no."

Before the pink filly could respond or ask what she meant she felt almost an energy in the air. And looking down she saw a cock. A thick, hard, throbbing equine cock. Her eyes widened, seeing it was attached to her teacher. More importantly, she could attest that the largest cock she had ever seen belonged to the she-stallion before her.

"I use an illusion to hide it. For obvious reasons."

"Then... that means..."

"That I am Yolanda Snow, ex-lover of Gemma Islington, and apostate dropout of the White Tower."

"Why... what... what are you doing in my town!"

"Teaching, obviously..."

Penelope suddenly noticed that Miss Snow's grip was keeping her face near that throbbing, strong scented horse flesh. "You... my sire says you're working for the Black Star!"

There was a long silence, Miss Snow holding Penelope the entire time, that scent just flowing into the young mare's nose and mind. Finally she spoke. "And what do you think? Have I ever done anything cruel?"

Penelope shook her head.

"Have I ever committed a crime?"

Again Penelope shook her head.

"Have I ever offered you anything but support and kindness?"

Penelope shook her head, the cock brushing her cheek as she did so, thick pre marking her fur.

"So tell me... would you like to know the real truth?"

Penelope whimpered, that pre... it smelt so good... like... like... she felt her eyes widen.

Miss Snow smiled, almost wickedly. "Yes. I contributed directly to your tonic," she said, having guessed Penelope's unspoken question. "Now do you want to know the real truth. The one the White Tower doesn't let people know?"

Penelope ignored her. "I've been drinking your cum?!" she exclaimed.

The herm chuckled, realising she would need to convince Penelope to listen like a good mare first. "Yes. Technically my watered down cum."

Penelope blinked. That is all her tonic was, watered down cum? "That's fucking disgusting!" She went to move but Miss Snow's grip held her firm.

"Oh is it? You tell me, filly, did it not calm you down? Hasn't my cum improved your life?"

Something then dawned on Penelope's mind. "But's magical!"

"Indeed it is. Your mother wasn't the only one who dabbled in alteration. Hell your sire was a mare just like you before I taught her how to become a she-stallion. But I altered more than just my fur. I once was a drab palomino. Then Gemma taught me, as I taught your sire."

"You.... Wait... what?"

"Your sire was born a mare. A female. Like you. Only good for making babies. Like what she wanted to do to your mother."

Penelope trembled. Her... her family... she felt the cock rub her other cheek a glob of pre smearing across it too.

"She was an amateur though. She didn't even realise that her changes would lead to magical children."

"She didn't realise -" Penelope's voice was suddenly silenced as Miss Snow's cock popped in, the herm holding the young filly so she could not get it out. She began to squirm.

"Shhhh... it's okay, and you can ask questions after."

Penelope froze, somehow Miss Snow's words actually did relax her a bit, and the taste... was so much stronger and nicer than the tonic, Penelope could not help but suckle softly on the tip.

"There's a good girl, now you be quiet and have a ... mmmmm... a snack while I tell you the full story."

Penelope made a nodding gesture, not noticing thick pre already sliding down her throat.

"Now, as I was saying your sire experimented. The result was children whom are highly magical. It's not overly rare, but usually only results in herms. But you... you were a mare. A true mare. And... immune to becoming a she-stallion."

Penelope stopped sucking.

"Yes. Your sire tried altering you. Making you more like herself. Both Gemma and I warned her a magical child can't change gender, not even using non-magical means. You are destined to be a mare."

Penelope went to speak, but a gentle throb and push on the back of head made her relax, she had to listen. Miss Snow made so much sense...

"Gemma thought to steal you and use you to power her gate to hell. See that's what magical children are. Mana fonts. Your sire intervened and the rest, as they say, is history."

Penelope felt a tug at her dress, watching small tendrils of magic coming from Miss Snow and begin to literally dissolve her clothing. All she could do was blush... and despite herself she felt herself begin to bob her head and suckle a bit more.

With a smirk, Miss Snow continued. "Someone's enjoying herself..." A look of regret suddenly passed over the white herm's features. "I was grief stricken, Penelope. I had lost my mate. I was happy to be Gemma's little broodmare. And in my stress I lost my daughter. I left the Tower, and found people who would teach me magic."

Penelope could barely think, the herm's thick undiluted pre-cum was so very relaxing. She looked up, suckling like a babe at a teat.

"So I altered myself. A glamour to hide my cock. And well, that's all it took. Then I just had to find you..."

Penelope was barely listening. She was now stroking those fat, heavy balls. Why had she been so nervous about confronting Miss Snow? Miss Snow looked after her.

"You see, the children of magically altered beings are linked to magic. You literally generate the stuff. And I want it," declared Miss Snow, her cock began to throb, and then she gripped Penelope's face, fucking her harder now. "Ohhh, fuck... so here is my offer, Penelope. You give yourself to me. Surrender everything you are. And I will give you as much cum as you need. I will even feed you a cum only diet. You'll find it quite nutritious."

Penelope nodded, not thinking, just slurping. Then she felt grip on her hair tighten as her teacher leaned back, winnying loudly as she came. Thick globs of horse semen flowed down Penelopes throat, emptying into her stomach, feeding her. And she understood. Miss Snow was right, the cum was making her feel so full, so peaceful, it was divine. She drank. And drank. As much seed as she could swallow, some leaking and flowing down her chin and onto her breasts. Pink fur being stained by it. But she did not care, it warmed her, it felt like she was in heaven. And all she could hear was her teacher moaning. She was so proud.

Finally, the stream of cum ended. Penelope still had her mouth wrapped around that cock. Then she saw her mentor reach for something. With a blush she nodded, accepting.

*****

Slut was happy. She lay on the couch, feeding her infant daughter. The young foal was so hungry. Stroking her quite gravid belly, Slut knew her next foal would be no different. She closed her eyes, naked but for her jewelled collar, the gem always glowing, sending mana to Mistress.

"You look so cute like that," came an amused voice from behind her.

Slut looked up. Mistress stood in front of her. Without thinking, Slut stood, her pink fur so bright and shiny ever since Mistress took her in. She nuzzled, not speaking. She never spoke anymore. Well, except for moaning, but that was different. She did not need to speak, as all she had to do was serve Mistress, obey Mistress and in return she got her cum. It was perfect.

Mistress gave the feeding foal a stroke, the pink mare had given birth to quite a hungry herm. Mistress then sat down on the couch, pulling Slut into her lap, so they could both watch the news. The foal continued to feed.

Slut did not really watch the news, but Mistress did. Something about a spate of Black Star activity. Slut did not care. Her old self, Penelope, would have cared. But Slut was happy she had been taken away from her old life. She was happy no one but Mistress and her friends knew where Slut was. She lived for Mistress.

Slut suddenly gasped, feeling penetration. Looking down she blushed, a thick spire of horseflesh was in her pregnant pussy. Mistress was panting softly. Slut blushed and squirmed, still feeding the little one.

This was where she belonged.