FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Artwork used by permission from Freckles)

Chapter 1

Kizza tossed her groceries carelessly onto the conveyor at the checkout stand. It was just food, whatever. As a succubus, she still needed regular food, but it was the magical love energy from others that she truly enjoyed. This food was just ... sustenance. It wasn't important, or even pleasurable.

At least going to the store this late at night meant that there wasn't a line.

She'd chosen to disguise herself as a cute bunny this time. Normally when out on innocuous errands like this, she'd make herself ugly and haggard - being effectively invisible was an advantage, due to the curse that bitch of a sorceress had put on her. But she hadn't had a conquest for a while, hadn't had any love to feed on, so she'd used one of her tried and true disguises, in the hopes of maybe stumbling upon some poor sap to drain energy from. Her bunny disguise was always a winner. In it, she looked innocent, maybe even a little helpless and stupid, but still dead sexy. Nice, long legs disappearing up into athletic shorts that were a size too small, and a simple cotton tank top - with no bra underneath, of course - that left a sliver of her white belly fur exposed. It almost always succeeded in arousing guys' interest without arousing their suspicion.

Once the tired-looking, off-duty waitress in front grabbed her single grocery bag and left, Kizza was the only one still in line. Good. The fewer people she interacted with, the better.

The cashier was a grey colt with a strikingly white mane. Kind of cute, maybe. Not the kind of guy Kizza would normally waste her time with; she preferred ones she could drain for love-energy and money. But it had been a while. She caught him nervously glancing at her chest as he scanned her groceries, and she knew her nipples would be standing out sharply against the thin white fabric of her tank top, accentuating the medium-sized but oh-so-perky tits she'd given herself. Guys were so easy to entice. It was pathetic, really.

When she swiped her card to pay, the reader processed for a moment, but then made an angry buzzing sound.

"Huh?" The cashier looked down at his screen. "It's not going through. Can you swipe it again?"

Rolling her eyes - but with a bit of a flirtatious smile - she did so. The machine buzzed again.

"Are you sure it's not over the credit limit?"

"Very sure." Kizza glared at the dumb colt. This was a Black Platinum card, hadn't he ever seen one before? It didn't have a limit. It was a 'gift' from her latest 'fiance', an aardvark who was as wealthy as he was ugly. Unfortunately for him, he'd fallen into a crippling depression, as all her sources of love-energy eventually did. It would be years before he could summon enough energy to even get out of bed, which meant it was time for her to seek out new prey.

The colt ran his fingers through his mane, on the back of his neck. "Huh. Must be something wrong with the terminal then. Hold on a minute."

Her hands instantly shot out and gripped the edge of the counter. Ugh, he'd triggered her curse! It had been her own mistake, really, that had gotten her into this mess. She'd been stupid and overconfident, and she'd thought it was a good idea to seduce the husband of a powerful unicorn sorceress. Everything had gone well at first - that stallion of hers had been so full of love for her - but when the bitch found out about it, she put a protective ward around her husband, sealing him away from Kizza forever. And that wasn't all. She'd uttered a powerful curse, the kind of black magic that had been forbidden for centuries ... which meant that despite her best efforts, Kizza couldn't find anyone capable of undoing it. The curse simply forced her to do anything that anyone else directly ordered her to.

It wasn't normally that bad, actually. If she avoided too much contact with other people and was careful about what kinds of situations she put herself in, it turned out that people didn't actually give direct orders very often. The only real problem was when someone...

After exactly one minute, she released her grip on the counter. The cashier was staring at her, his eyes full of curiosity and the gears in his head clanking. Oh, shit. He might be starting to figure it out. It had only happened to her two times in the past, and each time, she'd barely managed to escape, on a technicality, and had to rebuild her life from scratch in a new city with new identities.

"Okay, I've restarted the terminal. Try it again."

She ran her card through again, the curse's compulsion leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, even though she would have done exactly the same thing without it.

It made a pleasant ding this time, and the colt started bagging up her groceries. But he looked over at her as he did, his ears perked and pointed right at her. "So, um, what's your deal?"

"Yiff you!" she shouted, louder than she'd intended to. "Just finish bagging up my food and let me get out of this shithole store!" She was already mentally crossing this place off her list, yet another place she'd make sure to never go again. Damn this curse.

He jumped back a little, even letting out a bit of a startled whinny. Probably wasn't expecting to hear an outburst like that from a cute little bunny like her.

She looked pointedly at her half-bagged groceries.

At least he picked up on that. But as he slowly went back to work, he glanced at her again. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to make conversation. My boss says I don't talk to customers enough, but it's hard, because I've always been kind of shy."

She crossed her arms over her chest - hiding her tits from him - and just glared.

"If there's something wrong, just tell me."

Kizza grit her bunny teeth, but she couldn't fight it. She could feel the curse triggering, forcing her to tell him exactly what was wrong: "I'm under a curse, you idiot! It forces me to do every stupid thing anybody tells me to, no matter what."

"Huh? So ... you have to do anything someone tells you to?"

"Yiff you, asshole! I'm out of here!" Leaving her groceries on the counter, she turned and stormed toward the exit. She had to get out before...

"Wait! Come back - you forgot your bags!"

Goddess yiffing damn it. She stopped instantly, turned around, and came back to him as slowly as the curse would allow her to.

Her plan had been to dart away again the moment she'd fulfilled her compulsion to 'come back', but he must have noticed it from her very first twitch, because he hastily said, "Stay here."

She did as she was told, stopping exactly where she was and not moving from that spot. But she did turn her head and glare at him over her shoulder. "You'd better just let me go right now, pony boy. The guys I like end up as shriveled husks - you don't even want to know what I'd do with you." It was a bit of a bluff, but horses are known for being skittish when they're young, and he looked like the kind of guy to live up to that stereotype.

But her threat didn't scare him off. He leaned forward over the counter, looking at her closely ... looking right into her eyes.

Realizing it a moment too late, she snapped her head around to hide her green eyes - a dead giveaway of a succubus, no matter how disguised - but it was too late.

"Oh... You're one of those succubi, aren't you?"

She stayed facing away from him, holding onto her sullen silence. It had been easier back when she wasn't cursed. Going out in the daytime gave her an excuse to wear dark sunglasses that would hide her nature from the world. Yiff him. Maybe if she ignored him and refused to engage, he'd lose interest long enough for her to make a break for it. At least her long bunny legs were fast - she might need that advantage.

But he wasn't taking the lack of an answer for an answer. "Tell me if you're a succubus."

She groaned. It looked like today was going to be one of those shitty days. "Yes, I'm a succubus, and I'm going to yiffing end you, stupid colt."

"Never do anything to hurt me, directly or indirectly." He stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, sporting a smug grin that made her want to rip his face off ... but, unfortunately, the curse would now prevent her from doing that. And his command hadn't left much wiggle room ... finding a way to get revenge on him was going to be very tricky.

She shook her head. Revenge? That's stupid, inefficient, dangerous. She should be trying her best to escape, and yiff revenge. Her revenge would be to get out of his control and make damn sure he never saw her again.

The colt glanced around to make sure nobody else was there. This late at night, Kizza might be the only customer in the store, and the employees would be on a skeleton staff. There was nobody to be seen.

"Show me a transformation."

Of all the yiffing shit-brained that could have come from that colt's mouth-- Kizza clenched her jaw, focusing on keeping control of how she obeyed the compulsion before the curse simply had its way with her. She picked the most intimidating disguise in her repertoire: a burly tigress wrapped in black leather and steel spikes. Her new form stood at least a head taller than her already-tall bunny disguise, and outweighed it by at least double. She bared her fearsome teeth, gave him a vicious snarl, and swiped her claws through the air.

That made him jump back and hide behind the counter, at least ... but the effect was only temporary. He came back up, clapping ironically. "Very cool. But the bunny is cuter."

Kizza flicked her striped tail and bared her teeth again, her slitted green eyes trembling with rage.

"Just change back, already. I already know you can't hurt me."

She changed back into her bunny form - she had to, after all. But this time, she gave herself much more modest clothing: a skirt that hung down nearly to her ankles, a tank top with a bra this time, and a pink sweater on top of that, even though it was the middle of June. Even her nice, shiny hair was tied up in a ponytail where he wouldn't get to see it. Yiff him if he thought she was going to give him another opportunity to ogle her.

"So, um... You're a demon and you feed on, you know ... guys? Sucking the life out of them? Isn't that illegal?"

Ugh, of all the nerve! "Hey, shithead! Succubi are people, too, not demons!" Yiffing religious kooks, giving her proud people a bad name because of their stupid superstitions. "And it's not our fault that we need love-energy to survive! I'll have you know there's a bill in congress right now that will give succubi the right to feed whenever they can find a willing partner, as long as they don't kill them."

Another customer came up to the checkout line and started plunking down junk food on the conveyor. A big fat badger in a wrinkled, ill-fitting security guard uniform. What a loser. But it forced the colt behind the register to finish Kizza's transaction and move on.

"Okay, come and get your bags, then you're all set."

That released her from the compulsion to stay in her spot, though she did still have to grab the bags. She tried to snatch them as quickly as possible and run for it, but the damn colt had her at a disadvantage.

"Come back at one a.m. when my shift ends," he said, just loud enough for her to hear. "Find me in the parking lot and come talk to me."

Oh Goddess damn it, she was stuck now.

"Oh, and flash me your boobs before you go."

What an asshole! She wanted to spit on his counter, but the curse knew that she'd only be doing that to hurt him, and it didn't let her. She'd been told not to. Instead, it forced her to grab the bottom hem of her sweater, dragging her fingers through her belly fur as she picked up her tank top and then her bra.

The badger's eyes went wide as she pulled the bra up, and his mouth gaped open.

She used her forearms to press her bunny tits together and jiggle them a little, the curse forcing her to properly flash the colt, rather than just giving him a little glimpse.

And him? That asshole whipped out his phone and snapped a picture before she could yank her sweater back down.

For a precious moment, though, she was free of every compulsion except the one to come back at one a.m., so without the slightest hesitation, she dashed away, past the vacant checkout lines, and out the door. She left her groceries forgotten on the floor where she'd dropped them for her stupid flashing act. Yiff that - she had bigger problems than her groceries.

Even though she had nowhere to be until one, and it was already past midnight, the curse still forced her to leave the parking lot so she could fulfill the command to 'come back'. Yiff that sorceress, yiff her with her husband's limp, wrinkly dick!

But as she began to calm down, a plan began to form. The dumb colt hadn't thought to specify what disguise she should be wearing when she came back. If she played her cards right, he might not recognize her. She might be able to 'find him in the parking lot and come talk to him' without receiving any more commands ... and then she'd be free to get the hell out of this town and never see him again.

* * *

Kizza's new disguise was an ancient-looking tortoise-shell cat, dressed in disheveled, stained clothes, and her pockets full of plastic bags. Her transformation magic didn't extend to accessorizing beyond a pair of dark sunglasses, but in the time that she had left, she'd managed to acquire a white cane to complete the look. It turned out, stealing from blind homeless guys was pretty damn easy.

And there was the colt, painfully obvious as he waited in front of the grocery store's front door. He had her grocery bags sitting next to him - a thoughtful touch, but it hardly made up for the way he'd already treated her ... and the way he no doubt intended to treat her.

It wasn't quite one a.m. yet. That was all according to plan. She shuffled around the parking lot, mumbling to herself and meandering up to each of the handful of cars still in it. For this to work, her act would need to be convincing.

Only gradually did she make her way over to the colt, pretending as if she didn't notice him until he moved, but once she did, she shambled over to him in a quick-limping gait. "Spare some change for a blind old cat lady?" she said, striking just the right balance between sounding needy enough to be convincing and pushy enough to be off-putting. The sweet relief of fulfilling the curse's compulsion swept over her. She had come back at one a.m., and she had talked to him. She was free ... as long as she could get out of here without him realizing who she was.

At first he tried to ignore her, but as she held out her hand more - all in the name of being more convincing - he eventually waved her away. "Get lost - I'm waiting for someone special."

"Augh!" Kizza turned away from him and began limping away, tap-tap-tapping her cane as she went. The grunt of utter disgust hadn't been difficult to fake - not when presented with the fact that he thought of her as 'someone special'.

If she turned her head right, she could catch his reflection in the back of her too-big glasses. He checked his watch, looked around, and scratched the back of his mane.

So close now! All she had to do was get around the corner of the building, and then she could change into her fastest disguise - a sprightly little pronghorn - and she'd be long gone by the time he figured it--

"Hey, wait!"

Yiff! She froze, faking a coughing fit like she was hacking up a hairball. There was still a chance he hadn't figured out who she was.

"Are you that bunny I talked to earlier?"

That wasn't a command. She didn't have to answer him. "Mmmrow?" Turning around, she tapped with her cane a few more times. "Bunny? Hm, no. I don't know any bunnies." She coughed again, theatrically, letting her tongue hang out, then licked the back of her hand.

"Oh, um..."

Yes! Yes! It was working!

He looked around the parking lot again, then back at her. "Tell me if you're that succubus I talked to earlier."

Mother-yiffing Goddess damn it! The cat was out of the bag now. "Yes, I am," she said quietly ... though the curse still forced her to make sure it was loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes went wide, and he pointed a finger at her for some reason. "You... you!"

She was momentarily free from any commands - he hadn't told her how long to wait - so as he stammered, she was already sprinting as fast as her crippled kitty legs could carry her.

Unfortunately, that wasn't very fast. A downside of this disguise being so convincing. The colt was a strong runner - as horses tended to be - and caught up to her in no time. "Stay with me until I say otherwise, and don't leave me again," he told her.

Well, that was it. She slowed to a stop and breathed a heavy sigh ... which probably sounded more like a strained gasp in her decrepit disguise.

"That was..." He looked her up and down. "That was a really clever trick. I almost didn't figure it out."

Plan A had been a total failure. It was time to go to plan B: seduce him, set him at ease and off-guard with total cooperation without needing commands ... and wait for him to get sloppy. Surely there would eventually be an opportunity to give him the slip. "Um, well, thank you, I guess." She turned her head away and glanced at him shyly. Even in this ugly disguise, she knew that would have quite an effect on a male. "You're pretty smart, aren't you? Most guys would fall for that every time." Flattery was always the fastest way to put someone off-guard. Well, flattery and mind-blowing sex.

"And I don't want to, um, offend you or anything... But could you change back to--"

In a flash of purple light, Kizza changed back to her bunny disguise, wearing the same shorts and tank top she'd been showing off with earlier. She dropped the white cane and wrung her hands together in front of her shorts, scrunching her shoulders together in a way she knew would press her tits up and show a little cleavage in the neckline. "Like this?"

The colt's mouth dropped open. She could feel his eyes undressing her already.

She forced herself to blush a little. "Do you think I'm cute?"

He nodded dumbly. Perfect. She was already eroding away his mental defenses, leaving him speechless. And a speechless colt was a colt that wouldn't be giving her any orders.

Slowly, rocking her hips with each step, she came toward him, until her face was mere inches from his. She pressed a finger against his store name tag. "Christopher, hm?" Her finger traced down his chest. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. My name is..." She didn't finish until her hand cupped the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. "Krissy." Her hand stayed right where it was, rubbing the warm bulge gently. "Isn't that a coincidence?" There was no way she was going to give him her real name - nobody still alive knew that. And since there was power in a name, she was going to keep it that way.

His hands were trembling at his sides, and he stared at her so intently. "I ... I brought your groceries..." He pointed to where they still sat by the door.

"Never mind that." With her other hand, she grabbed his wrist and guided him toward her tits, holding his palm just a hair's breadth away. "Don't you want to ... touch me?"

He gulped, quite visibly, and pressed his hand forward.

Kizza had to suppress a smirk as she felt his hand squeezing her breast. She covered it up with an aroused-sounding breath, leaning into it and rubbing him more. Soon she'd have him off his guard, and then she'd be free.

He brought his other hand up to paw at the other side, all on his own, and soon he was pulling her closer, running his hands all over her perky bunny body, up and down her sides, brushing over her little round ass, then just blatantly grabbing both cheeks of it. One hand dipped into the back of her shorts, under her panties, and found her furry ass more directly; the other traced around to her pale belly, then slid up under her tank top, finding its way to her tits. He groaned when he grabbed one and squeezed it tight. "Holy shit you're hot..."

"Hmm, yeah." Pressing up against him, she pressed her lips against his neck. She grabbed his ass and then pulled his tail a little. His bulge twitched a little when she did that. "You're not too bad either ... but maybe the parking lot of a Food Lion isn't the place..." Hopefully, he'd take her home. He'd feel more comfortable at home, more at ease - sloppier.

That suggestion, though, made him stop for some reason. He stood there with his hands inside her clothes like an idiot. "But, um, I usually ride the bus home, and, well..."

"Well what?"

"My mom is at home, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't approve."

What a yiffing loser! How could she let herself get caught by somebody like him? Was she losing her edge? She could worry about that later, though. For now, she had more important concerns. "We could go to my place ... if you want." She gave him a sultry look, the kind that tended to make men compliant. Letting him know where she lived wasn't ideal, but if she didn't, it would force him to think about other ways to get some privacy. And the last thing she wanted was for him to be thinking.

"Huh?" He'd started rubbing her nipple again, distracting himself. "Oh, um... Sure. Do you have a car?"

She nodded toward the sleek little black thing tucked away at the edge of the lot, pulling his hand out of her shirt and her key out of the tiny pocket in her shorts. The car's lights flashed on when she hit the button.

"No way! You have a Furrari?"

She grinned at him, turned away, and started walking toward it. The car was Furrari's least expensive model, and more than five years old now, but it was still more than enough to impress a loser like him.

"Is that thing real?" He followed close, his hand still glued to her ass, but his eyes were on the car.

Thankfully, he didn't order her to let him drive. It already made her skin crawl just having his greasy-looking grocery store pants on the leather. Or maybe it was just the sensation of his hands crawling over her body as she tried to concentrate on not killing them both. Sure, she'd be happy about him being squished under a semi, but she wasn't invincible either, and it would be a waste of such a lovely car...

* * *

Kizza led him straight up to her apartment - unfortunately, she didn't have anywhere else at the moment - and she didn't skimp on the charm. She could feel his eyes on her silky little shorts the whole way. He couldn't know it, but as they'd been driving, she'd dipped into her transformation magic and given herself just a little more ampleness back there, making the shorts even tighter around her ass. And it was working perfectly.

"Wow," he said from behind her as they neared the elevators, "I never knew this apartment building was so nice on the inside. How do you even afford to live here?"

Uh-oh. There he was, thinking and asking questions. Maybe her covert enhancements hadn't been quite enough to fog his brain after all. She had to stall him with an "Um, you know..." because the actual answer to that question would just get him thinking more.

Luckily, they were already at the elevators, and soon she'd be able to take his mind off of anything else but sex.

She pulled him inside and mashed the button for the penthouse level. The very moment the doors slid closed, she got down on her knees in front of him and yanked his pants down, right along with his underwear.

His horse cock swung out and thumped against her face. Why was it always the stupid ones that were so blessed? Maybe all the blood it took to fill this thing didn't leave much for his brain... Not that she wasted much time admiring it. After just a moment of surprise, she opened wide and slurped his quickly hardening cock into her mouth.

He just stared down at her, his mouth gaping, as she went straight to it, swallowing down his length like the well-practiced seductress she was.

Kizza could already taste the lust flavored love-energy surging inside him. If this were another time, she would already be feeding, already be draining him. But that damn curse... He'd told her not to hurt him, so that lovely reservoir of untapped potential was off limits. She had no problem with the thickening girth in her throat, but the thought of all that wasted effort with no payoff almost did make her gag.

"H-holy shit!"

The colt had managed to find his voice again ... which maybe meant she wasn't quite bowling him over anymore. No problem; there was more where that came from.

With practiced ease, she lifted herself up a little higher and then shoved herself down. It was a bit uncomfortable on someone so endowed, but in one quick motion, she managed to press her cute bunny nose up against his belly above his sheath. As she drooled around the base of his cock, she reached one hand up and cupped his big, smooth balls, lightly tracing the tips of her fingers along their underside as if she could tickle the cum out of them.

It nearly worked. He shuddered, and the tip of his cock flared out wide deep down in her throat.

But then the elevator beeped. She pulled off of him and was on her feet, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand, before the doors slid open.

The dumb colt was left standing there with his pants around his ankles, his raging-hard boner dripping her spit and sticking straight out for anyone to see.

Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone else here to see his embarrassment. Kizza only had four neighbors up here on the top floor, and she rarely saw any of them ... which was just the way she usually liked it.

As she keyed in the code for her door, she looked back at the colt and smirked at his red face. He was fumbling and cursing, struggling to shove his oversized cock back into his pants and follow her. In the end, he just tucked it under his shirt and held his pants up with his hands as he waddled down the short hallway to her door.

His jaw dropped once she let him inside. "Woah... This place is, is... Oh my Goddess."

Thankfully, she was facing away from him as she locked her door back, or he might have seen her roll her eyes. This low-key little penthouse was nice, but it was nothing compared to some of the places she'd lived. Ever since the curse, she'd found it wise to keep things more subdued and not attract attention to herself, while still keeping comfortable, of course.

And she didn't intend to give him time to snoop around. As soon as she'd latched the deadbolts, she grabbed the head of his cock through his rough cotton shirt and began pulling him toward the living room couch. He followed willingly, and her grip kept his attention tightly enough that his eyes didn't wander around her home very much.

Once there, she turned him around and gave him a surprisingly forceful shove. His legs hit the couch and he went down, flopping into the seat perfectly.

He moved to get up, but she stopped him, pressing a single finger against his chest... He sat back down.

Good. He probably hadn't noticed it, but the power between them had just shifted. She would be the one giving the orders now.

She took a step away from him, getting just out of arm's reach, and then began to dance, just gentle swaying and sliding her hands up and down her cute bunny disguise. She rolled her hips in gentle circles as she turned around in front of him, then bent over at the waist, straining her tight shorts bulging to their limit. "Just relax. You can touch yourself if you want," she whispered, peeking at him past the curve of her thigh.

It probably hadn't been necessary to give him permission; he already had his hand on his cock.

Rocking her hips back and forth as she bent over in front of him, she showed off her cute little bunny ass to its best potential. She knew that hints of bright pink from her panties would be just barely visible between her thighs and the shorts ... she knew how the legs of the shorts would be riding up, how he'd be seeing the patch of softer, whiter fur around her pussy. With one more glance back at him, catching his eye over the curve of her own ass, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and started slowly tugging them down.

Damn ... just look at him jerking that big cock of his. What a loser - she wouldn't be surprised if he blew his load before she even touched him.

Oh well, all the better! If she could get out of this without having to deal with him any more, that would be the best possible outcome. So she made sure to hold her legs tightly together and arch her back as she slipped the shorts down. That would make her bunny pussy bulge out inside the pink panties, squished between her athlete-firm ass cheeks. The cameltoe enough should be enough to finish a loser like him off.

But, no, when she rose up and turned back around, he was still there, staring and stroking.

Not like she couldn't handle that, though. Heck, she'd been practically raised in a strip club. She knew better than anyone the simple secrets to getting what she wanted out of the male brain.

She took the hem of her tank top in both hands, sliding it back and forth over the well-defined belly of her bunny body, lifting it just a little higher each time. Her body writhed and her hips rolled, putting on the best show she could. He'd seen her tits before, but by the time he finally saw them again, he'd be ready to do anything for it.

Not that she'd be foolish enough to press her advantage so prematurely. With the handicap of her curse, she'd need to completely blow his mind before she teased him into giving her a loophole.

And speaking of blowing his mind ... she watched with professional pride and satisfaction the way his jaw dropped when she let just the bottom side of her boobs show, not even baring her nipples yet. That star-struck look in the eyes, it never changed. She'd seen hundreds of men's eyes glaze over like that, and she just grinned at him as she lifted her top the rest of the way off, being sure to shake herself side to side a little as she pulled it up and over her head. A little jiggling could go a long way.

It didn't go all the way, though. Even though the tip of his cock was already beginning to swell into a flare, he wasn't blowing his load just yet.

No matter - she had one more trick up her sleeve ... or down her panties, since those were the only thing she still had on her. She looked straight into his eyes, blew him a kiss, and flicked her panties down, letting them drop all the way to the floor in an instant.

His cock twitched visibly harder. Her pert, perfect little vulva was her bunny disguise's greatest hidden secret. Puffy and soft, and yet so perfectly trim and unimposing. She'd never yet met a male who didn't drool at the sight of it, and this loser was no exception.

She let it slide between the gap in her thighs as she slowly stepped toward him. He still hadn't popped, so she'd have to do this the hard way. No problem, though. One of her many talents was being able to lube herself up on command ... he might already be able to see her dripping.

His hands explored her body reverently as she straddled him, her knees digging into the couch cushions. She could barely lift herself up high enough to get the tip of his cock against her sloppy wet pussy. The broad head of it spread her juices around as she rubbed herself on him.

The colt paused, a half-terrified look on his face. "Wait ... do we need a con--"

Kizza lowered herself. The tip of his cock spread her pussy lips and then slid inside. She took him deeper, luxuriating in the full, warm pressure growing, gliding, glowing into her.

"--dom?" He gasped dumbly as a drip of her juices trailed down the rest of his cock.

Did they not teach about succubi in sex-ed classes these days? Everyone should know that getting a succubus pregnant was a lot more complicated than merely jizzing inside her. Still, it would give her an excuse to blow his mind a little bit more ... by blowing his cock. "Tell me when you're close," she told him breathily, slipping a little more of him inside her. "I want to taste it." Whether they admitted it or not, guys loved that shit.

The tip of his cock swelled when he heard that - she felt it stretching her deep inside. He wouldn't last much longer.

And he didn't. She'd barely made it to his medial ring when he tapped her ass cheek urgently. "Krissy! I'm gonna-- I'm close!"

Even her fake name sounded terrible in his voice, but she instantly lifted herself off of him letting his swollen cock head pop free. She slid down to her knees in front of the couch, grabbed his shaft with both hands, and shoved her mouth down on the flared tip. She had to force it, squeeze it, in order to fit the flare, and by the time she finally got it past her lips, it was already squirting.

His flare filled her little bunny mouth completely; she had to keep her mouth wide open as he spurted his hot, musky cream. With the incredibly tight seal of his flare behind her lips, she didn't even have to swallow - as soon as the back of her mouth was filled, each thick stream of it pushed straight down her throat. A lesser girl might have been gagging and sputtering, spraying cum out of her nose, but Kizza knew what she was doing, and she'd taken loads even heavier than this one before.

She cradled his tight balls between her fingers, teasing him into giving her even more. Over-extending him, draining him to his very core, would be vital to really blowing his mind, so she milked every last spurt from him, looking up into his eyes as he pumped his cum straight down her throat.

Eventually, the powerful throbs of his cock weakened, and it drained the last few strands of white onto her tongue as it began to shrink. The softening flare was finally able to slip free from her mouth, dribbling one last drop onto her bottom lip.

She licked it off, still looking up into his eyes, then stood up in front of him, fully nude and without a drop of his cum wasted.

The colt was completely flattened on the couch, his limp limbs flopped down, his softening cock smearing goop on his thigh, and his tongue lolling out of his panting mouth. After blowing a load like that, he'd be as mentally wasted - and as vulnerable - as he'd ever be.

"Pretty good, hm?" she cooed. "Are you ready for me to go?"

Asking two questions at the same time was the perfect strategy. All she needed was a 'yes', or even just a nod of his head, and the curse would let her leave. It was so close she could taste it ... or maybe that was just a little bit of his cum she hadn't swallowed yet.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh. "You were amazing..."

Damn. Not the answer she was looking for. She forced herself not to make a face.

"But..." He stared at her, bleary-eyed, and began running his cock through his fingers again. "But I haven't even really seen you transform yet."

Chapter 2

He stared at her, bleary-eyed, and began running his cock through his fingers again. "But I haven't even really seen you transform yet."

Of all the yiffing... Well, it looked like she wasn't quite done here yet. She had more work to do, and she'd have to keep up the act for a while longer. "You want to see me transform?" she said as enticingly as she could manage, given the frustrating circumstances.

He nodded.

She mentally ran through her repertoire of usual disguises, trying to figure out what would be just the thing to finish him off. Not the tigress; too intimidating, that would get his guard up. Something new? No, she needed to keep it simple, something she was used to and something she was sure she could feel comfortable in. She needed something innocent-looking, something he'd trust subconsciously. There were a few options ... but she wasn't quite sure what his type was.

So why not show off all of them? If it was transformation he wanted to see, then she'd transform, all right. Giving him a sultry look, she traced her fingers down the middle of her bunny disguise's pale belly fur, all the way from her chest to her pussy. "Okay, I'm going to show you a few different ones. Let me know which one you like."

He sat up a little straighter, his eyes clearing up a little ... she had his attention.

First, how about the very picture of innocence? She instantly morphed into the disguise she liked to call 'Purity': A young-looking lamb - far too young-looking for the kinds of things she did in this body - with her soft, white wool sheared revealingly short, except for fluffy balls of puff she left around her head and on her tail. She was dressed only in a miniscule green micro-bikini that was more straps than fabric, scarcely covering the mound of her 'virgin' pussy and her barely-developed breasts. She gave him a little spin, dancing her tiny body around, letting him see all of her soft, immaculate curves.

That disguise was a big hit with some of the rich old men she usually targeted, but it only got a little twitch out of the colt's cock. He was blushing, and he was looking away too much. Okay, too young. Something that looked a bit more experienced.

Changing again, she gave her 'beach bum' disguise a try. A floppy-eared, floppy-tongued yellow lab with short, golden fur, a nice cascade of even-blonder hair ... and truly enormous tits. She wore a crop top that had plenty of cleavage and barely counted as more than a thin sports bra, plus a bikini top underneath to help keep those massive melons where she wanted them, along with a short red skirt around her hips that her wagging tail kept lifting up behind her. She grabbed her huge, golden tits in her hands and pressed them together, almost making them spill out of her top, and wiggled herself back and forth in front of him, letting her silly tongue hang out. Nobody could resist tits like this, and nobody would ever suspect any guile behind her vacant-looking grin.

It wasn't having quite the desired effect, though. Even as she played with her enormous boobs, even as she let one of her big nipples slip out from behind the bikini top and show through, he was staring at her dancing ass beneath her skirt.

So ... an ass man, hm? She knew the type, and she had just the disguise for the job. Unlike the beach bum disguise, the one she changed into now had an almost perfectly flat chest. She took the form of a gazelle, wrapped in a skin-tight shimmering green dress that barely came down far enough to hide her now-bodacious ass ... and nothing at all underneath it. A deep cut down the front of it showed off her complete lack of cleavage, all the way down to her belly button. A matching slit in the back exposed her all the way down to her tail. It hugged her slender curves perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination, and if she bent over in the slightest, it would pull up and expose her pussy to the world.

This time when she spun and danced, she could see the immediate effect on his cock as it twitched upward, becoming almost all the way hard again in an instant.

She turned away from him and swayed her hips, letting him watch her new ass. And what an ass it was! Huge, firm round cheeks with just barely enough jiggle ... high and tight, with thigh gap for miles. Bending down at the waist, she let the short hem of her dress slowly slide up and watched him over her shoulder.

Oh yes, this was the one. He was stroking his cock like mad when he saw her pussy, saw that she wasn't wearing any panties at all. Just to tempt him a little bit more, she reached behind and grabbed her own ass cheek, spreading herself open, showing him the glistening pink between her tiny pussy lips.

As expected, he was on her in an instant, one hand squeezing her ass and the other guiding his tip up against her entrance. For yiff's sake, how did he get so hard again already? She must have gotten too used to preying on older men ... this colt was reminding her just how virile a young stallion could be.

He pushed forward, and her lips spread. She gasped - loudly. She should have thought to make her proportions a little more generous down there ... she'd forgotten how big he was. No time now, though, not as his hot girth spread her open, not as his stiff length slid deeper and deeper inside her, not as she was completely and utterly taken. She shuddered and moaned - genuinely this time - as he entered her, as he filled her and stretched her to the limit.

She couldn't even take the whole thing, yelping in pain and stopping him as he rammed against her deepest barrier while just barely past his medial ring.

At least he was considerate, stopping there for a moment and letting her recover, letting her insides stretch a little and learn how to accommodate his astounding size.

His hands slid over her hips, up the slinky dress, and up to her chest. He found her tiny, hard nipples and pinched them mercilessly through the thin green fabric as she gasped for breath, her pussy twitching around his thick shaft. One hand stayed to toy at her tiny breasts, slipping through the deeply cut neckline to rub one directly, but the other gradually slid back down. It traced down to her inner thigh, then around her leg, folding the skirt up as it went, and found her ass, which he squeezed like he was trying to juice an orange.

Kizza wasn't quite ready for it when he pulled his monstrous cock out a little, and she was even less ready for it when he shoved it back in. She yelped and shuddered as his tip bashed against her womb. She could feel the broad head of it forcing her open a little, deep inside. Some girls might like that shit, but Kizza had other ideas.

The next time he pulled back, she darted forward, letting his tip pop messily out of her. Before he could react, she spun around and dropped to her knees. The colt didn't complain about it, not when she abruptly shoved her mouth down on his cock, gulping it deep down her throat. The thing was dripping with her own warm, tart juices. How had he gotten her so wet already?

As she gratuitously went down on him, she took the liberty of making a few modifications to her gazelle disguise. Thankfully, she wasn't as constricted by the laws of biology as girls of lesser species. If she wanted to make room for an enormous horse cock inside her slender gazelle body, she could. He probably wouldn't even notice the magical flash of her slight transformation, given the way his eyes were half closed and he was more preoccupied with stroking his fingers behind her ear.

With that taken care of, she came up for air, stroking his spit-slick shaft with her hands. He reached down and slipped the tight straps of her dress off her smooth little shoulders, so she returned the favor, stroking him with one hand while her other relieved him of the rest of his own clothes, which he cooperated with eagerly.

With him all the way nude, she had to admit he was the type of guy she might enjoy targeting ... if he wasn't such a dumb loser, and if he had a bank account to drain along with his love-energy, and if he didn't know the secret of her curse. But still, physically...? Yes, not bad. Even as jaded as she was, she could appreciate the dark grey fur glistening over nice firm muscles.

She pulled him by the cock, leading him toward the seldom-used guest bedroom - there was no way she would willingly have this guy in her own bed - but they barely made it to the kitchen before he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the stainless steel face of the refrigerator.

The cold metal pressed against her face and tiny tits in the front, and his cock prodded against her pussy from the back. She squealed a little in protest at the rough treatment, but it tapered off into a deep moan as her newly-capable pussy lips spread open and his tip slid into her warmth.

It wasn't difficult this time, thank the Goddess. This time, she could merely enjoy the feeling of the smooth top half of his shaft sliding through her entrance ... then the stunning bump of his medial ring ... then the tantalizing ripples of his thick veins as it widened near the base.

When his crotch pressed all the way up against her ass, his horse cock stretched her just enough to give pleasure, just enough to let her squeeze down on him and give him what he'd need in order to blow his load and forget everything about keeping her captive.

He rutted her there, up against her own damn refrigerator. She could hear bottles clinking inside it as he pounded her from behind, rocking it back and forth a little. His breath was hot on the back of her neck, and his fists clenched her rumpled green dress around her slim waist. He held her tight and fucked her hard ... if he'd noticed that it was now easier to thrust into her, that he could go deeper than he had before, he didn't mention it.

Not one to let herself lose control of the situation so easily, Kizza let her chest slide down the stainless steel, pressing her ass backward and holding herself off of the fridge door with her elbows. She wasn't about to just stand there and let herself get fucked - that wasn't the way she'd been trained as a child, and it wasn't the way she operated now. She would take at least some control ... no matter how that huge cock of his felt inside her.

The colt didn't seem to mind. He took advantage of her new position by running his hands up and down her lithe body as he continued slipping his shaft smoothly in and out of her. He rubbed her ass cheeks on either side in an almost reverent way, even as he rammed his cock over and over again between them. Her smooth, flat belly seemed to fascinate him, and his hands lingered there for a while as well, tracing the subtle lines that gave her gazelle disguise's slender curves their shape. But it was her flat, barely-developed breasts that somehow dominated his attention. He loved to slide his hands completely over them, almost as if they weren't there at all. Her tiny nipples, hardened from the cold metal of the fridge door, flicked back and forth as his fingers brushed fervently over them ... it made her shudder a little and made her fur stand on end. Not that she enjoyed it, no. This was just sex. And any reaction to it was merely biological reflex - it wasn't as if she liked fucking this loser!

Kizza yelped when the colt unexpectedly pulled her away from the fridge, swinging her around toward the kitchen counter. He'd probably meant to stay inside her the whole time, but she struggled a little bit in her surprise, and his cock slipped wetly out of her ... not that it would stay out in the cold for long.

Rather than let him bend her over the counter as he seemed to want, she faced him, one hand stroking his slippery-hot cock and the other tugging the remains of her dress down her thighs. As soon as it squeezed past the sizeable humps of her ass, it dropped to the floor. Thankfully, the colt was too enamored with looking at her body to notice the way the dress evaporated once it was no longer touching her.

He obviously meant to bend her over even more, dominating her from behind ... but she had other ideas. Now that she was completely nude, she hopped up backward and set her ass on the edge of the counter. When she leaned back and reached down to spread her pussy lips toward him, he understood what she wanted.

More importantly, he did what she wanted. She was in control again. Exactly as she'd intended, he grabbed her thighs and pulled himself toward her welcoming entrance.

He didn't quite make it, though. His broad tip pressed against her clit for a moment, making her legs clench, but instead of slipping downward into her pussy, it slipped upward. The length of his shaft rubbed over her slit as he thrust forward anyway - all the way until the full round curves of his balls rested against her pussy lips. His stupidly huge cock rested on her belly, the weight of that slab of stallion meat pressing heavily against her.

She stared down at it and couldn't keep her mouth from gaping a little. Its tip leaked precum onto her way above her belly button, depositing little sticky drops almost all the way up to the bottom of her ribcage. Her belly rose and fell with nervous energy as he dry humped against her. 'Dry' humped ... that was a joke. Nothing dry about it. His tip dripped with precum, his shaft smeared her own juices onto her fur, and she could feel her pussy stamping the warm curves of his balls with a fresh spattering of her juices. Why the hell was he making her so wet?

That didn't satisfy him for long, though. Soon, he pulled his hips back - way back - letting his tip slide down her belly, past her belly button, down the triangle of white fur on her underbelly ... until it finally rested against the sultry wetness of her pussy lips.

It was a good thing she'd given herself extra room for him inside, because if she had been hoping for him to be gentle, she would have been sorely disappointed. He rammed his still-slick cock into her in one savage thrust. Her whole body convulsed around the thick intrusion as his hips slapped against her firm, well-endowed ass.

Once he was inside, he paused for a moment, looking down at her and grinning. What the hell was he smiling about? What was he staring at?

When Kizza followed his eyes down to her own body, she gasped at the sight. There was a modest - but very noticeable - bulge pressing upward from her belly. His cock twitched inside her, and she saw the bump kick upward a little at the same moment. Barely able to believe her eyes, she rubbed a hand over it, feeling the slight swell in her pale belly fur even more clearly than she could see it.

Of all the... She had never seen that happen before, not even in her very considerable experience!

It was ... kind of hot. Well, no, it was obviously just a consequence of the way she'd modified her own body: she'd given herself an anatomically inappropriate amount of space inside this undersized body, and that meant the colt's horse-sized cock had to go somewhere. But still, being able to feel his cock move against her hand through her belly would be an incredible experience ... if it was with somebody else, of course. This loser, no matter how endowed, had no chance of turning her on.

She arched her back and moaned as he began to move inside her again. Before she could reassure herself that it was just an act, that cock of his slid home again and the thought was blown clear out of her mind.

That thing was just so huge inside her. She felt like her whole body was just a sleeve wrapped around it, rippling over his veins and medial ring.

And he seemed to enjoy watching her squirm on the counter. He fucked her harder and faster the more vocal she became ... and the harder and faster he went, the louder she grew.

She couldn't help herself; it was like every time his broad tip pushed all the way up inside her, it squeezed the breath from her lungs and that breath came out as desperate moans.

His tip only grew bigger, broader... Oh Goddess, he was already flaring up! Curling in on herself as her body clenched and shuddered, she stared down at her own belly. Once perfectly slim and flat, the lines of her smooth, toned abs were now marred by the huge lump that rippled up and down with every thrust of the colt's hips.

Grinning like a yiffing idiot, he reached down and rubbed his thumb on her throbbing clit. It was too much! She thrashed against her own countertop, knocking the mostly-empty fruit bowl down to the ground. It shattered against the tilework as her pussy squeezed and pulsed around his enormous cock. It didn't matter who he was now, didn't matter who she was. All that mattered was the wave of pleasure surging through her and her inner walls struggling to milk the cock that stretched them so wide.

And that milking was effective. He slammed himself as deep inside as he could reach, filling her to her core ... then his cock spasmed. She felt it bulge from base to tip as it flowed, and then he filled her more.

Thick streams of his hot cum gushed straight into her tiny womb. By the time his second spurt came, she was wishing that she'd made herself bigger there, too. The mass of it inside her soon stretched her to the limit, and when he pumped the next spurt into her, it finally overcame the seal between his flare and her strained inner walls. A flood of white burst free, spraying out from between her pussy and his sheath, splattering over his crotch and dripping down on his balls.

It wouldn't let her orgasm stop! Every time his cock pulsed, it triggered a matching pulse in her over-strained pussy. Even as a mix of his thick cum and her own copious juices streamed out of her, his cock kept her going. She saw stars in her eyes, and the room spun. She was losing control, and the only thing she could feel was how incredibly - how wonderfully - full she was.

Kizza wasn't even sure when it ended. All she knew was that one moment she was being overfilled with cum out of a cock big enough for a clydesdale, and the next moment she was lying flat against the refreshingly cool countertop, drenched in sweat and ... other things, as a spongy-soft horse cock withered and slipped out of her.

A soupy-white mix of his cum and hers flowed out after it, glopping down the side of her counter and seeping between the cabinet doors.

Maybe it was a good thing that she was planning to leave this apartment. At least she didn't have to think about cleaning that.

The colt's wet cock slid across her inner thigh as he staggered backward, ending up leaning against the fridge, the fur of his back wiping away the smeared impression of her own little tits against the stainless steel.

As she was getting up herself, she busily spun plans for how she'd trick him into giving her permission to leave ... but then she saw his cock again. It was already twitching back upward.

For yiff's sake, how much was it going to take to wear this guy out? Why did she have to get caught like this with somebody so insatiable?

He caught her looking and smiled sheepishly. "Oh, um ... sorry. I guess I was thinking, um... Could I maybe ask you for one more thing?"

Now that was tricky to respond to. If she said no, he might actually let her go ... but he might also be put on his guard and order her to do it anyway. If she said yes, she'd be throwing away the chance that he might have let her go. She settled for something noncommittal: just brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from her eyes and giving him a sly smile.

He must have taken that as a 'yes', though. His cock stiffened a bit more, and he kept glancing at her so strangely. "Can you, um ... transform into, like, anybody?"

Chapter 3

"Can you, um ... transform into, like, anybody?"

Oh, so that's what it was about. Of course this loser would be one of those guys. She rested a hand on her hips and tilted them to the side, fully aware of the thick glob of cum dribbling down one of her thighs, even though she gave no indication of noticing it. "Sure," she said, shooting him that 'mysterious' look that always made guys drool. "If you have a picture."

He sprang into action, scrambling over for his pants and searching through the pockets. In a moment, he pulled out his phone and began flipping through it.

When he turned it around and shoved it toward her, she wasn't surprised to see his creepy, un-posed photo of a sunbathing mare. One who probably had no idea that this loser was taking pictures of her. Given his earlier preferences with disguises, though, she was surprised to see that the buckskin mare was a bit curvy and had huge tits. If this was the girl he was obsessed with, why did he like her slender, flat-chested gazelle disguise so much?

Whatever. Didn't matter. Why should she give a yiff about what got his stupid dick hard? As long as he got his rocks off, she'd be able to fool him easily enough.

She studied the picture closely, getting a feel for the mare's dimensions. A little bit taller than her gazelle disguise, and a lot fuller in the hips and the chest. She'd have to guess about what was underneath that yellow bikini, but she was experienced enough to make some very educated guesses on the details of the mare's nipples and pussy. And of course, she'd have to guess about the way she moved, the sound of her voice, her smell...

"C-can you do it?"

She almost shot him a deadpan look, changing it at the last moment to a knowing smile. Of course she could do it. What kind of idiot would she be if she couldn't?

Rather than answer him directly, she began channeling the energy within her. Creating a new disguise was much more difficult than conjuring one from her tried-and-true retinue. Instead of relying on her mental shorthand, she had to carefully keep every aspect of that mare's body in her mind at the same time. Still, no big challenge for someone as experienced as Kizza.

In a quick green flash, she burst into her new form. She stumbled for a moment on the unfamiliar hooves before regaining her balance and managing to strike a sexier, more dignified pose.

No ... this wouldn't quite be one she'd want to add to her repertoire. She'd made the legs a touch too long, exaggerated the curve of the belly a bit too much, and made the pink stripe in the black mane a bit too pink.

But none of that seemed to bother the colt. His eyes went wide, his mouth drooped open, and he even drooled over her a little bit. Disgraceful and disgusting, but at least she'd succeeded in giving him what he wanted.

"Hey," she said, "my eyes are up here."

Even that had no effect. The dumb colt just kept staring at the way her yellow bikini - an exact match for the one in the photo - hugged the curves of her body.

She rolled her eyes, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't be looking at them. "So, are we going to...?"

The colt came closer, holding his hands at chest height in front of him. Kizza arched her back and stuck her mare tits out for him to grope ... but he stopped just short of them. It was almost enough to disappoint her.

Finally, he looked up into her eyes. "Can I, um, ask for one more thing?"

"Of course." She reached down and blatantly grabbed his stiffening cock. "You can ask for anything." Having him ask for things rather than ordering things was perfect. Despite her curse, she'd regained complete control over the situation.

"Do you have some, um, ropes?"

Ugh, of course he was the kind of guy to have a bondage fetish. What was it with horses and being tied up? In answer, she smiled. "For me or for you?"

"A little of both, I guess..."

"Let's go to the bedroom. I have everything we'll need in there." In truth, her guest bedroom had far more than this colt would want, probably more than he even knew existed, all of it packed neatly in boxes and duffel bags she could discreetly bring along whenever she found a victim more easily preyed upon with specific fetish gear.

She led the way there, the colt following closely behind. It wasn't a long way down the short hallway inside her suites, but she figured she'd go the distance to entertain him as they went.

Without turning around, she reached behind her back and untied the strings of the bikini top. She swayed her body side to side as she walked, letting the little triangles of yellow fabric fall off and evaporate, letting her full tits bounce back and forth ... and most importantly, letting him catch glimpses of them from the side. That would surely be enough to keep his mind occupied.

Once in the guest bedroom, she went straight for a very specific box under the bed, quickly fluffing the bed skirts back down so he wouldn't see all the other boxes down there. She didn't want him getting ideas, after all. Not that it was difficult to hide anything from him - his attention was entirely focused in the vicinity of her swishing horse tail.

Inside the box was a neatly coiled collection of high-quality ropes that looked rough and scratchy, but were actually soft and comfortable. Of course she had other boxes with ropes that would actually chafe and itch, but this colt struck her as the half-assed kind who'd want something more comfortable while still living out his silly fantasy.

As he drew closer behind her, she took the uppermost and most prominent item: a full halter ... just the kind of thing a horse would be into.

When she turned around, he was too mesmerized with staring at her jiggling tits to notice what she was doing with the halter until she'd already wrapped it around his head. He snapped out of it by the time she cinched it tight, but by then he was too late to do anything. He tried to jerk backward, but she grabbed the short lead rope hanging from his chin and held him fast. In a brief fit of panic, he jerked back and forth, but she kept him steady, not allowing him to move. She was the one in charge here, and he'd quickly come to realize that.

Of course, the easiest way to get a male in the habit of being obedient was to first order him to do something he already wanted. Pulling on the lead rope, she brought his head down to her well-endowed chest and pulled his nose right in between her tits.

That had an instant relaxing effect on him. He nuzzled into her cleavage, his nostrils flaring and blowing hot breath against her soft flesh.

"Touch them," she ordered, and a moment later, each of her breasts was being tended to by one of his hands. He pressed them together, enveloping his muzzle between her massive boobs.

She tugged the rope to the side, pulling his lips over to one of her big, pokey nipples, and he latched on obediently, suckling eagerly and licking his broad, warm tongue across it. His hand caressed up and down her other breast, exploring every bit of it and squeezing almost too hard.

Her fur began to stand on end a little; she took a deep breath. Wow ... this colt actually knew how to play with a girl's nipples. At least he had that going for him, if nothing else.

Soon, though, it was time to move on. She sat down on the edge of the bed, tugging him along with her, and once she was in place, she tugged his rope down and down.

He resisted it at first, reluctant to leave her nipple ... but soon, he wasn't able to resist her pull. His lips slid down her curved belly, all the way down until they touched the upper hem of her bikini bottom.

There, she paused, allowing him to nibble at the edge of the yellow fabric, to kiss her soft underbelly fur where it disappeared beneath. "Ask nicely," she ordered.

"C-can I do it? Can I take off your--?"

She yanked his rope harshly. "I didn't put a halter on you to be spoken to that way! You will refer to me as your Mistress, and you will ask politely."

He looked up at her, his eyes wide. This would be a turning point - would he accept this? Would he give her complete control over him? When his eyes darted down slightly, from her face down to her tits, she knew she had him. "Mistress," he said, "may I please take this off and pleasure you?"

She grinned down at him and answered imperiously, "No." When he glanced up at her in surprise, she stroked his mane with her free hand. "You may pleasure me through the bikini, and if you do it well, you will be rewarded."

A slight relaxation of her hold on his lead rope was all it took to leave him diving down to the slightly cleft bulge in the thin yellow fabric. His tongue and lips devoured her pussy bulge, going at her ravenously and with utter devotion.

Honestly, it wasn't the best she'd ever had, not by far - not even when restricting it to times she'd been eaten out through her panties. He was enthusiastic about it, though, which counted for something.

Still, she made him keep going like that for a couple minutes before she finally reached down and pulled the bikini bottom to the side.

He paused, staring and drooling as her voluptuously equine pussy lips plopped free from their tight confines. Once she was exposed, she made sure to wink up at him, and the moment she did that, he dove in again.

Kizza gasped ... more from the sudden intensity of it than from actual pleasure. Goddess, that colt had no concept of subtlety whatsoever! He just went at it: licking wildly, latching onto her winking clit and sucking on it, plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it inside...

All she could do was to hold his head down and ride it out. She tried to make her cries sound like cries of pleasure ... and maybe they were. It was hard to tell when things were this unexpectedly intense.

After enduring it for as long as she could, she began increasing her volume, quickly letting her shouts grow more and more shrill as she mashed his face into her pussy. Finally, she froze up, gripping his head between her broad, muscular thighs as she faked an orgasm for him - after all, she knew that was the only way he'd feel satisfied that he'd done a good job down there.

Of course, to be convincing, she had to collapse down onto the bed after her 'orgasm', breathing deep and doing her best to look like a disheveled mess.

She didn't think much of it when he pulled her bikini bottom down her legs - she figured he probably just wanted a better look at her in the nude.

When she heard him rummaging in the rope box, though, she cracked an eye open. What was he up to?

Soon, she had her answer. He was holding up a very particular set of ropes ... one that he couldn't possibly know the proper use for. She sighed, knowing that the mood was about to be ruined as he fumbled around with them.

But he didn't fumble, not at all. He laid the ropes down on her in exactly the way they were supposed to go, and he went straight to tightening them up: straps around her legs that hugged her pussy on either side and made it bulge out, long lines going up her belly and her back, more to wrap around her shoulders and another pair to cinch around her tits. She made sure to put those last ones on herself - there was no way he wanted those to be squeezed as tightly as he was pulling the rest of the knots.

So it seemed that this colt was a bit more experienced than he looked. Not that she gave that much credence. He'd probably just watched a lot of porn.

Once all the ropes were in place, he pulled her legs, tugging her off the side of the bed and leaving her sitting on the floor, her back resting against the side of the bed as she came to terms with the tight ropes digging into her body.

He stood in front of her and thumped his horse cock against the side of her face. "Admit it Mindy, you've always wanted me."

Yiff! She was losing control! Was Mindy the name of the mare in the photo? It didn't matter - she'd just been given a direct command, and she was compelled to obey. "Yes! I've always wanted you!"

He grinned. "Suck it."

Without a moment's hesitation, she dipped her head down and crammed his cock into her mouth. Her curse wouldn't have forced her to do it quite that eagerly, but she needed to regain control of this situation in any way she could.

There was only so much control she could hope for with a thick horse cock in her mouth, though. Even though her mare's body was quite a bit bigger, that only made it so much easier. And the damn colt kept thrusting his hips at her, driving the tip of his cock deep into her throat. Her drool dripped around his thick shaft, wetting his heavy swinging balls as she gagged around him.

Thankfully, he only wanted so much of that. "You like that cock?" he said, pulling it from her mouth so she could answer.

Before she could effusively go on about how great it was - to keep up the act - he yanked her up by her ropes and spun her around, dropping her to her hands and knees on top of the bed.

She barely had time to cry out - totally incoherent - before he jammed his spit-slick cock straight into her mare pussy.

Her tail shot up straight as his long, thick shaft easily entered her. In just a couple quick thrusts, his hips smacked against her outhrust ass, every inch of his warm length nestled inside her.

At least this mare disguise didn't need any modifications to fit a horse cock.

Even so, it was a tight fit. Why had the Goddess decided to waste the blessing of such a large endowment on a colt so unbearable? It wasn't fair.

He paused there, hilted entirely inside her pussy. His hands stroked the sides of her ass and played with the base of her trembling tail. "How's my cock, Mindy?" He smacked her ass, the loud clap ringing out through the small room. "I bet you regret not going out with me now, don't you? You sure spent a long time missing out on this!"

"Mmmn," she moaned. What a fucking idiot. It wouldn't hurt to play along, though. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel like he had to order her to do it. "Fuck me! Oh please fuck me! I want to feel your cum inside!"

From her vantage point, she couldn't see him grin ... but somehow she could feel it. Maybe as a slight heat on her exposed back, maybe as a twitch of his cock. And a moment later, he obliged her ridiculous request. He pulled out and rammed back into her, fucking her in earnest, with everything he had.

And, honestly, he had a lot. Her ass jiggled and bounced as his hips smacked against her over and over. He was brutally strong, and that big cock of his filled every inch of her.

How could he keep going like that? Wasn't he tired after already blowing two loads?

But no, he kept on at it. Her pussy lips gleamed wet and slick as his shaft flew past them, back and forth, over and over. Her innermost depths shuddered as his cock head kissed them again and again. Her breaths came in gasps, in and out to the rhythm of his fucking.

She could feel him tensing up though. With every thrust he stayed hilted in her longer, didn't pull out as far. He reached down and savagely grabbed her tits, squeezing the soft flesh mercilessly between his clenching fingers. The tip of his cock began to flare wider, deep inside.

She'd felt that before - she knew what that meant.

But this time, it was different. Where his tip swelled wide, it touched something inside her, something unique to her new equine anatomy. Something about it was just perfect. It fit inside her just so, stretched her just the right way, slid against just the right spot, and pulled open the entrance to her womb just the right amount.

Before she knew it, she came. Unexpected and even unwanted, but she came all the same. Her inner walls clenched down on him, pulsing and milking him, fondling him while he froze, hilted inside her. The warm flood of it poured through her, washing from where his tip bulged deep inside her core all the way out to her fingertips and hooves. Her eyelids sank closed and her lips tingled as she gasped in short, harsh breaths.

"Mindy..." the colt groaned. That was Kizza's only warning before his cock erupted inside her.

The hot stream of his cum, perfectly lined up with her womb, shot into her without any resistance at all. The thick cream gushed into her, instantly filling her. The pressure swelled inside - his flared head wouldn't let one drop of it escape.

And how did he have so much to give? He'd already popped more than once, but his cock was pulsing stream after stream into her as if he'd been pent up for months. She could feel every heavy throb of it shooting down into her, filling her.

She couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. She could barely remember anything in the heat of this moment.

Heat was right. The heat spread through her, flowed through her, seared through her from the inside out. She felt like she was boiling, sizzling on the inside.

And then he pulled out.

As his softened cock slid from her, a surge of sticky white cream poured from her pussy as his swollen tip popped free. All she could do was shudder in place as it soiled her guest bed sheets, fouled the tight ropes around her legs, filled the room with its choking smell.

He flopped down hard on the bed, already barely conscious. He didn't even avoid his own white puddle.

This was her chance. She had to act fast, she had to be cool and calculated. She definitely couldn't afford to give into her body's weakness and let herself fall down on the bed next to him.

Instead, she rose to her knees, working the tight ropes off of her naked mare body. "So, you're finished now..." It wasn't a question, it was a strong suggestion. "Do you mind if I step out for a bit?"

Everything hinged on that 'bit'. He might assume that meant just a moment, but who was to say that fifty years wasn't a 'bit'? Her curse would allow her to make her escape if he'd just say yes, and in his current mood, he wouldn't be in any condition to think of those implications.

He nodded sleepily. "Okay."

Yes! Wasting no time, she darted up. Her hand was already on the doorknob when she heard his voice again.

"But come back to the store the same time tomorrow, okay?"

She froze. Goddess-damned mother-yiffing bastard! Would she ever be free from this guy?

"And bring another sexy girl who doesn't mind sharing."

What? Yiff! Where'd he get that idea? Where was she going to find someone like that on such short notice?

That was it. He was going on her shit list. The list of little shits she'd kill once her curse finally wore off and she could do whatever she wanted. She wouldn't even drain his love-energy. That was too good for him.

That was it, though, for now. No more point in trying to leave if she'd have to see him again tomorrow anyway.

Instead, she transformed into something more comfortable: a middle-aged collie wearing fuzzy pajamas. At first, she intended to leave and sleep in her own bed ... but then there was the risk that he'd try to join her there. If this guy so much as stepped into her room, she'd gag. So she'd sleep here tonight ... with him. But she made one more change to her collie disguise - just a little reshaping of the nasal passages. Now she'd be sure to snore loud enough to wake up half the apartment building.

As long as her curse was still in effect, she'd have to settle for the pettiest of revenge.

Lying down and pulling a blanket over herself, she began working her way through her shit list once again. There were a few women on it, some of them good-looking. Could she get any of them to share a bed with her and this colt? Inflicting his insufferability upon them would be yet another petty revenge, yet another little joy to tide her over until her curse expired.

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