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It wasn't supposed to go this way, really. Quick Change had no idea how it happened... or at least, how it happened without her making much of a fuss about it.

The mare and her Master were still getting used to their arrangement. She was a new pet: not yet broken in, and certainly not as willing as he'd like. Quick still denied she enjoyed their intimacy despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, and as a result she would often make things difficult for the Master when he wanted to use his pet.

Today, however, was not one of those times. Quick had been getting rather hungry-- and for a Changeling, that meant she wanted something more than a salad. Though chocolate was a good substitute for love when a Changeling couldn't secure the real deal, it was still just a substitute.

So, like any good owner, Quick's Master had ordered her to wait on her knees in the living room. It was feeding time.

Quick knelt on the heavy carpet in tense silence, her ears pricked for any hint of the sound of metal hoofsteps on wood flooring and her mind alert for any hint of her master's emotions. Being an empath succubus was useful for sending others' presence. The quiet clicking was her first hint of his approach. Quick Change didn't dare turn her head to look behind her or move at all as the Master slowly made his way to stand directly behind her.

Though she couldn't see him, Quick could picture vividly what he looked like. The imposing grey stallion was tall and athletic, with a curved horn that darkened to a black tip jutting out from a stark white, shorter mane that was flipped to one side. He surely stood there behind her, impossibly green eyes staring down at her like a predator scrutinizing his prey.

Caught up in her imagination as she was, Quick didn't realize there was a blindfold lowering over her eyes until the green glow of her Master's magic was entirely shut out along with everything else in her view, replaced by darkness and anticipation.

The Changeling's breath picked up slightly as she pricked her ears, searching for the slightest sound that could provide a hint to what would happen next. She heard the rustling of her Master's fur and the clicking of his metal horseshoes as he circled her, and then something cold and hard bumped against her lips. She startled slightly, surprised, and the cold thing bumped her lips again, more insistently.

"Open."

Her Master ordered, his voice cool and commanding. He had a slightly brogueish accent, which could be Scottish- but not quite. For a brief moment Quick hesitated, but a brief moment was too long for her Master to suffer disobedience. She gasped as her mane was yanked backwards and the metal- rod, she realized as it pressed against her tongue, it was a bit- was unceremoniously shoved inside. The feeling of leather looping around her muzzle and behind her ears reinforced Quick's suspicion that she was wearing a bit and reins.

Quick was goaded to stand with a tug, and pulled along the familiar hallway. Thankfully, her Master went slow enough that the blindfolded mare could cautiously follow while feeling her way, though of course she knew he wouldn't let her hit anything or trip. Even if the bit hadn't been uncomfortably filling her mouth, limiting her ability to speak, Quick knew any questions about the stallion's plans for her would have been punished. That didn't stop her from being curious, of course, and a bit apprehensive. Even though she was hungry, Quick still claimed to dislike this part of their relationship.

Eventually the Changeling was brought to a stop in front of, probably, a door- though she didn't remember there being any door at this part of the hallway. Of course, her lack of sight could make her mind play tricks about how far they'd actually walked...

Regardless, in they stepped to a room that- Quick could sense from the feel of it- was of a decent size. It had a unique scent, something that altogether excited her... the distinct smell of her Master: a wildfire in winter, combined with the smell of love and lust-- as well as leather, and metal.

"Come here, doll." His commanding voice filled the empty air again, and with a slight tug to the reins for added effect Quick was guided to what she thought might be the middle of the room. Now Quick felt more cold metal on her, but she recognized it as the stallion's shoed hooves, guiding her into the position he desired. Quick was surprised to find something on the floor beneath her as her Master pushed her to a kneeling position over it. The thing was big enough that while kneeling her knees barely touched the flood once she was straddling it.

"Mmh-?" Quick attempted to ask a question, briefly forgetting both the bit and her manners; but a light smack on her flank in reply reminded her of both.

"Quiet. You know I don't like a lot of noise. You should be seen and not heard." Yes, her Master preferred her to keep silent at times like these... which was difficult, since Quick was a rather noisy mare in bed.

Once Quick was in place, the Master began to loop ropes around her forehooves and elbows, tightening them enough that escape was impossible, though there wasn't any discomfort from obstructed circulation. The lack of discomfort changed shortly as the ropes were slowly drawn taught, pulling Quick's forelegs up and over her head. They hung at the perfect height to keep her slightly suspended, stretched out between floor and rope, and hindering her breathing just slightly so as to force her to take shallower breaths.

It didn't stop there, though. Quick felt several places suddenly beset by rope, as her Master used his magic to bind her all at once. The mare's legs were tied into a kneeling position, and then again to keep her from being able to get her hooves under her for support. Her tail was pulled back, fully extended behind her so as not to get in the way. Her mane was tied back too, with just enough of a pull to remind her that there was a pull, and the reins felt like they were part of that knot. Finally, a rope wrapping around the part of her horn where was a hooked section craned her neck back and her head up, further and further, until she was bound into the exact position her Master desired without much leeway left for squirming. Oh, of course he left enough room to entertain himself with her futile attempts to move, but only enough for that.

Quick was more concerned now, since now it was too late to escape or try to argue about this. She blamed his magic, really. The way he could slip into her mind and get her to trust him, even though they barely knew each other. Why had she ever even agreed to all this?

But it was too late now. Quick Change was here, she was trapped, and she was oh, so hungry.

There were several moments of silence. Quick's ears twitched and swiveled this way and that, searching for any sign of her Master. She hadn't heard him leave, and yet there was no sound of movement, or even breathing.

Had he left her alone...? Suspended like this, straddling the strange thing between her legs, and blind?

But then she did hear something. A click, and then a soft buzzing that began to grow rapidly. Along with the buzzing came a sensation-- vibrating. The half-barrel she was straddling vibrated, and it was quickly growing stronger.

Quick let out a surprised, muffled yelp as she was beset by sudden, light pleasure. The thing vibrated, and a rubbery ridge pressing right up between the folds of her most private place vibrated with it. It rubbed against her clit and lips, and felt surprisingly good for something so simple.

The yelp, quiet and muffled as it was, was still met with a punishment. But instead of the light smack of his hoof from before, Quick was punished by a sudden, sharp ' thwak!' of something thin and hard striking her flank. It was a harder hit, and stung so much Quick was certain he'd left a welt there.

She hadn't realized he was going to use a reed, or cane, or whatever it was. The sharp pain made her yelp again, louder this time, and she was met with another sharp sting on her other flank.

Quick caught on fast.

She muffled her third yelp as much as she could, then cringed, hoping it had been enough. Apparently the small sound had fit within her Master's parameters for an acceptable volume and the mare could relax.

With the stinging of the two new marks on her flanks, and the relatively gentle vibration of the machine below her, Quick felt that all in all this wasn't so bad. Of course, something that simple was not the Master's style.

"You know, this was my last pet's favorite machine." The grey stallion's smooth voice broke the relative silence of the buzzing machine. Quick flinched-- the words came from just beside her left ear. When had he gotten there?

"He'd sit and squirm and writhe on it for hours... oh, the fun we had with this little beauty." The tone of her Master's voice was... worrying, as he said 'hours'. There was a slight pondering silence and what sounded like a metal hoof thoughtfully tapping against the hard floor, then he spoke again.

"Do you think YOU can last that long~?"

Quick bit down on the metal rod between her teeth as the top of her ear was suddenly captured between two sharp, needling teeth. A whimper escaped her lips despite her best efforts, and a third welt was added to her flank. Thankfully, she managed to keep from making too loud a noise again. "Shhhh, dolly." Her Master warned with a deep chuckle, nibbling on her ear with teeth too sharp to be a normal stallion's.

His mouth was filled with carnivore's teeth, not that she could see it at the moment. But Quick knew. She'd seen them the night she'd become his pet, when he threatened to bite out a stallion's throat.

It was frustrating how scary they could be, and yet arousing at the same time.

Silence persisted for several minutes after that. Her Master moved his sharp teeth around, nibbling on her ears, her shoulder- and at one heart-stopping moment, directly over her jugular. The buzz of the machine and her muted gasps and panting were all that filled the silence, but the vibration was set too low for her to be satisfied. It was like having a trickle of water when she had just slogged through the desert-- the Changeling was being fed, but too little love to be of consequence.

The bastard was doing it on purpose, she knew. He always liked to play with his food, just like he liked to play with how she got hers. Quick knew she was in for a long, tortuous night of teasing. It would only end when she begged him, but of course... that would be met with punishment, for being too loud.

Her Master was a cruel stallion, sometimes.

It got to be too much after about an hour of teasing and the occasional punishment for being too noisy had elapsed. Quick was a determined mare, but she didn't often engage in this kind of feeding, so she hadn't yet worked up the kind of endurance required- and her Master loved taking advantage of that. "M-Msh-- pl'se..." She pleased around the bit, the unwieldy bar making speech difficult.

Quick was met with two more small lashes from the rod, one for each muffled word, and a chuckle she recognized as a warning sign for her Master's deviancy. "You want more, doll~?" He asked, the question sounding far too much like the sound of a trap about to spring.

She should have said no. Quick knew she should have. But he could have stayed there until she broke later on, and the longer it took the worse it would be.

So, hesitantly, soundlessly, Quick nodded her head as best she could.

Her Master laughed and turned up the vibrations to what she swore must have been it's highest setting, and the welt she got for the squeal she made was barely even acknowledged. Quick jerked and writhed at the sudden, overwhelming amount of stimulation after so little for so long. She tried to move away from the powerful feeling, but her Master's knot work was too well done. "Good girl~ that's it. See what begging can do for you?" The stallion she couldn't see praised, running a metal-clad hoof through her mane and pressing a gentle kiss to her exposed throat.

For the next several minutes, Quick received several more welts along her flanks for being too loud. She couldn't stop it; Quick was a noisy mare, unable to keep silent when she was being pleasured. Especially when the pleasure was so intense! Her climax grew and grew, building up to be something incredible, and her whimpers and moans grew higher and higher to match. Just before the glorious moment of orgasm, though, Quick's meal was cut short.

The machine turned off with a sudden, almost painfully final 'click'. The Changeling nearly sobbed, tugging desperately at her restraints. "Now, now, pet. You know better than to complain! Your Master isn't going to leave you wanting." His broguish voice purred, as two cold metal horseshoes gripped her hips. Quick's flank stung with dozens of welts by now, and as her lower half was pulled backwards and partially into the air each mark throbbed slightly. Being lifted as she was, all of Quick's weight was suddenly entirely placed on her bound forelegs, making it harder to breathe and a strain on her limbs.

Quick didn't have long to wait before she discovered why, exactly, she was being lifted so.

The Master never warned her when he was going to fuck her. He never prepared her, either. The mare cried out with a strangled gasp as a large, throbbing cock shoved itself into her and began thrusting roughly in and out. Quick moaned around the bit, rocking between the rope binding her forehooves and the hooves holding her hips up. Every time the stallion bottomed out in her, she could feel the bulge in her belly, most likely plain to see for her Master to admire. That thought was confirmed as one of the metal-clad hooves came around to rub at the spot whenever it bulged. She could finally hear her Master groaning softly as he fucked her, but he never lost his composure. Quick did, though. Of course she already had a long time ago.

The Changeling moaned and gasped, pain turning into pleasure as she fed heartily on the love being provided. The climax that had been denied her before grew again, and she began to rock back into his hips despite the ache in her shoulders with every swinging thrust. She could feel her Master growing close as well; his thrusts didn't loose their breakneck rhythm, but they did get rougher, more pointed, and finally her Master's cock was thrust into her and stayed there.

"Cum for me," he ordered, biting into her ear and pumping huge spurts of cum into her womb, bringing her to a crashing climax as well.

"...Fuck... Good girl."

Then there was silence again, as the Master gave a few more, smaller, satisfied thrusts before pulling out of her. Quick panted heavily, limbs trembling slightly and cum dripping as she waited for him to untie her.

But he didn't.

Her master's hooves let go of her, but instead of hitting the floor Quick found herself still held aloft with the same pressure on her hips. The slight tingling on her fur confirmed he was holding her up with magic as he... did something. "Wha-?" She began to ask around her bit, before being immediately silenced by another sharp sting on her flank. The noise ban was back in effect, then.

Finally, after another period of silence that convinced Quick he HAD to have been magically dampening her sense of hearing when it suited him during all this, she found herself being lowered back down onto the machine. Except, there was something in the way. Quick flinched as, halfway down, her pussy lips were once more spread by what felt like a cock... but it wasn't. It had to have been a dildo, because it was slightly to stiff and too cool to be real. She twitched and groaned softly as her Master lowered her, inch by inch, into the long, hard dildo. It much have been as big as he was.

At the bottom, though, when she thought she hit the base-- because surely she couldn't fit any more, her stomach was bulging again and his cum was no longer able to ooze out from between her legs!-- her Master chuckled again. "A little further. Come on... you can take a knot for me, can't you?" He asked tauntingly, before suddenly shoving her down onto the knot anyway. Quick shuddered with a breathless moan as her pussy was filled so completely, her attempts to get up again thwarted not just by the knots of the ropes binding her, but the massive knot tying her to the dildo and the machine below.

This did not bode well for poor Quick Change.

After giving her a few seconds to adjust, the machine clicked on again. This time, the entire shaft embedded in her hole vibrated with it, and Quick couldn't help but let out a long, despairing moan as her already sensitive pussy was stimulated again and with more intensity. She couldn't stand more teasing...

"Oh don't worry, doll... you won't have to~" her Master purred, reading the thought straight from her mind. The machine made an ominous 'click click click click _' as the dial was turned all the way to max. Quick realized before had been _NOTHING.

Her cunt was aflame with vibration-- so much-- TOO much! The mare moaned and whimpered loudly, writhing in her bonds... but slowly they drew tighter, restricting her movement even more. Quick pleaded and begged for it to stop around the bit in her mouth. She'd just cum, it was too much-- but her pleas for mercy were met with a cruel chuckle and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"See you in a few hours~! Have fun, dolly."

Tears began to stain the fabric of the changeling's blindfold as she came for a second time, the second of many to come, with the sound of fading metalic hoofsteps and a closing door sealing her fate for the next several hours.