The white halls were pure and reflected the brilliant sunlight that spilled in from the broad open windows. The scent of the blossoming lilac was on the air and sweetening it as the echo of Bercher's hooves reverberated as he walked towards the sprawling double doors that led to the private quarters of his master. The stallion's pure white coat matched the rest of the house, brushed and oiled until it was gleaming brightly and contrasted perfectly with the nearly black of his eyes. It had been one of the reasons his master had plucked him from the ranks of the common servants and slaves to become master of the household. He was showy and elegant looking, things that Ruin preferred in his home, though that was hardly the only reason why.

The servants bolted away from him as he walked down the hall, their eyes averted respectfully as they made themselves industrious while his eyes might float over them. Like all such great houses, his lord employed the lower species as a matter of course, they were cheap and easily replaced, as well as more industrious. Most of the ones in the house were squirrels, rabbits, some few equines, and several of the cervine species'. He had picked most of them himself, a few had even been bought as slaves and were working on earning their possible freedom. It would take them years, perhaps decades, but they were still quite industrious in their work.

Most of the great lords were dragons or gryphons, a few were plainer species' such as wolves and great cats, but the oldest houses were ones like his master Ruin. He had amassed his wealth over centuries of careful management, playing for a long game that few other creatures could match. His magic was of a sort that could be used subtly and Bercher took pride in the fact that he was employed by such a creature. He had no worry that he would face hardships or be turned out of his position, he would not see the wealth be squandered by useless sons who thought only to gambol and entertain themselves. He had security here, and security was important to the heavy bodied draft stallion.

The sound of bird sound rang in his ears as he passed through the great double doors and increased his pace as he turned towards the wing that would lead towards the back of the stables. The darkness caressed around him as he entered the hall that had windows high up on the walls, slanted out and subtly barred with intricate window panes. The airy openness of the main house was a dim dream once he came this portion of the estate and his lips quirked up slightly in pleasure as he passed by several rows of doors before approaching his masters personal suite.

No servant was allowed here who was not hand chosen by himself, the doors were always locked and the keys were maintained only by himself and his master. The only ones that tended this area were those hand chosen by himself and his master, and they were not quite the indentured servants that manned the rest of the house. The dragon's tastes were far more esoteric than most creatures, though, Bercher privately felt it was due to his age. He would have gotten bored with simple sex after a while, his interests would have naturally focused to some of the more extreme areas of bed play.

_Some of which even I would not do. _ He thought idly as he came to carved oak door that marked the private suite.

The stallion had claimed his place when he was barely out of colthood, in a brothel that his master had visited. Even as a youngster he had known that he had certain preferences and desires. He had never wanted love, he found it confusing and largely pointless. Others his age had found fillies to fall in love with, to court and gift flowers and small trinkets to. They spoke of love and foals, but his interests had been far less pure when he had begun to look at females. His first time had been with a virgin he had grown up with, and he had never forgotten the look of pain and confusion on her face when he driven himself inside of her.

He had been graced with ample size thanks to the fact he was nearly a pure draft horse, his shaft large even among his own kind. But far back in his heritage, so far back that none of his family had been able to tell him when, their blood had mixed with another species. A canine or a gryphon or even a dragon, whatever it was, there were quirks with his family. There were always small oddities, his own came in the form of sharp canines that should have never been on a horse and the fact that his heavy cock had a base that would have been the envy of any gryphon or wolf, even larger. It was punishingly massive, and he had taken his first filly all the way to his knot.

She had cried and tried to get away, but that had only aroused him more, the scent of her fear intrigued him as he had filled her open wide. It had been a defining moment in his growing up, and it had only increased when he'd finally pulled from her and seen her lips sagging and gaping from his knot. She hadn't been made for such use and had fled almost immediately, her own shame keeping her silent. He had been set on his path and that's how his master had found him. Young and still rough around the edges, but Ruin had carefully honed him and perfected him, grooming him up into his current role.

"Don't lurk." Ruin's growl came from behind the door and caused Bercher to give a little flick of his ears before straightening to open it up. "You have arranged my baggage be loaded into the carriage?"

The dragon was dressed in a fine midnight blue suit, the white of his undershirt laced along the curve of his neck and falling downwards. The tails of the coat spilled down along the curve of his back and down towards his knees. The dark blue riding pants clung to him, an elegant cut that showed off his wealth as he stood beside his desk and was busy marking down notations on a piece of paper. The dragon's dark scale color was stunning against the blue and white, his eyes lidded lazily as he worked on the piece of paper before setting his seal to it firmly.

"Of course, sir." Bercher answered smoothly. "I have also confirmed that the rest of your luggage has arrived at the capital and the servants there are awaiting your arrival."

"Excellent." The dragon looked up at him and frowned a little bit. "The parliament session is set to last month of the month, I doubt I will have the time to return here in that time."

"I have made sure that you are properly accompanied, my lord." He answered and inclined his broad head. "Merasella went ahead with your luggage and I have also brought in two new girls for your pleasure."

"Trained?" The dragon looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly as he plucked up a hat that was hanging on the walls.

"I would not offer you anything less than the best." The stallion murmured, his thick lips twitching slightly. "I personally oversaw their training."

He was rather regretful that the one filly was being sent ahead, that had been his special project. The girl was midnight black and had been one of the slaves picked up, easily manipulated and trained to accept him. He had her so twisted about at this point that she truly believed she wanted it, that she deserved it. She had been so damn sweet in his bed, but he knew that Ruin would enjoy her as a treat while he was stuck in the more boring aspects of his business. And when the dragon was done with her, she would be all but broken, especially since he would only have a handful of girls to entertain him in the city.

"Very good." The drake nodded his head, allowing himself a tight smile. "I will look for your reports weekly, mind the books and if anything changes send a courier."

"Of course, my lord." Bercher executed an elegant bow that made the dragon rumble in amusement he felt a scaled hand patting him on the shoulder.

"You are a most marvelous beast, my friend." Ruin complimented, his voice the same fond sound he used on his hounds. "I leave it in your capable hands."

The stallion flared his nostrils a little and arched his neck slightly, already thinking about having the estate in his hands for nearly a month. There were quite a few new servants on the grounds, and it had been far too long since he'd singled one out for his own purposes, not simply his masters. Just the thought made him stir slightly, nostrils flared wide as he turned to follow the dragon from the room. He already knew the one he would have, he had been watching her for several days already.

A sweet little white tail deer that had been hired on recently, the daughter of a doe that had worked until she had grown so sick. She was so terribly grateful for the job, the money, she was constantly putting herself forward for extra duties and shifts. She was attractive with a warm russet brown coat and large dark eyes, in a position of vulnerability as she had taken on the role of providing for her family. It was perfect for him, and he would have the time to cultivate her into her newest role. They were so easy when they were desperate.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"You have been doing an admirable job, Tani, quite wonderful in fact." Bercher murmured, the stallion regarding the doe with lidded eyes and a small smile on his face as he sat behind his desk. "It has been a long time since one of the housekeepers have merited extra attention to develop them within the household."

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stood before the stallion that had control of the vast estate of their lord. She had only ever gotten a nod from him, a brief glance when she worked or seen him from a distance. His management of the estate left him little time to bother with the cleaning and cooking. He left that to his underlings, only involving himself when things went poorly and he would have to step in to return things to order. She had heard tales of times when a housekeeper had been caught stealing or a groom had been using the horses without permission.

Bercher was beyond intimidating behind the desk in the modest office, his pure white face angled towards her and the eyes keeping her pinned in place as she tried to swallow her fear. His words were meant to calm her, but she was uncomfortable being under his attention at any point. He never seemed to be at ease, he didn't joke with anyone or seemed to have any close friends. She let out a breath and flicked her broad ears back down against her head, twitching just a little bit.

"Thank you, sir." She murmured softly, lowering her muzzle a little bit while he smiled a bit more, leaning back in the chair. "I am happy to serve this house."

"Of course you are." Bercher responded and leaned backwards, the chair creaking beneath him. "You have proven time and again that you are devoted to your work, so I have decided to promote you to a member of my own personal employ. It will mean a substantial reward and you will find your new duties less arduous than dawn kitchen work."

"Truly?" She lifted her ears up and some of her nervousness faded to elation.

"I would be promoted?"

"I understand you are supporting your mother and siblings, they will require more money than your current duties offer you." He stood up slowly, the stallion towering above her as he leaned forward over the desk. "Medicine is expensive."

It was expensive. Her mother had moved from a rather comfortable cottage to an apartment in town that held a single bedroom. It was rough living and the only thing that kept them well fed was the fact the estate allowed much of their payments to be made in food. The medicine her mother needed ate most of her pay, leaving her with little of her own, and even that she had to horde against future need. The personal retinue of the estate manager would earn a good deal more then her current role, mostly due to the fact she would be expected to live in the servants wing, to be on call at every hour of the day for both Bercher and their master.

She flicked her tail rapidly behind her, stirring the dark skirts of her uniform back and forth as he moved around the desk and leaned back against it as she came in front of her. She had to lift her head up to look at him, the stallion nearly a foot and a half taller than she was thanks to the draft blood. He didn't look like any draft horse she had ever known, there was nothing rough or primitive about him. He looked elegant in his carefully tailored clothing and with his coat brushed to a near glow.

"I.. yes, sir, it is." Tani stammered after a moment, a smile curling along the edges of her lips. "I... thank you! Sir, thank you so much! I had not hoped to be promoted, only to do as good a job as I might for you."

"And you have." Bercher murmured, his voice low and almost sweet sounding. "It isn't often that someone so new has so quickly risen to my regard. You will do quite well in my household, I have recently lost two my favorites, but I must give them over to my lord when I know they will serve well."

"I-" She started to speak, but suddenly the stallion moved forward and touched the underside of her chin with his finger tip, his queerly black eyes locking with her own.

She froze, feeling a cold shock run through her stomach so that it was swallowing ice as he ran his fingers back towards her jaw line. His touch was as light as feathers, resting against them while the smile grew and she was intimately aware that his teeth were sharp and pointed behind those thick mobile lips. He was close, too close, she could feel the warmth of his body nearly pressing against her own. There was something cold and frightening in those eyes, something that made the words die in her lips as she began to pant shallowly and she jerked a step backwards.

"No." She spoke sharply and felt her ears flatten down to her head, her breathing came out too rapidly as she realized what he wanted.

"Stop." Bercher growled and followed her, his ears flicking upwards. "From this day, you are to call me Master. You will move into the estate, you will be clothed by me, obey me, and in return your family will benefit from your sacrifice. They will flourish, as long as you are mine, a fine cottage of their own, medicine, food, such small things for me to give them. But you realize their worth."

Tani swallowed around a lump in her throat, it was almost choking her as he slid his fingers along her slender neck and stroked. The thick nails ran along her coat, caressing in a way that caused her to tremble in place. His eyes never changed, they didn't plead or grow angry, they were cold and calculating as they watched her weight his offer. She had no doubt he could give her family what they so badly needed, that he would easily afford the things he said. She jerked back again, feeling the fingers biting down with enough force that she made a low noise, feeling herself go pale beneath her coat while she swallowed.

"I... I think I.. am better...in my current position, sir." She managed to stammer out as he pushed her back, the sharp teeth looking disturbingly in the equine muzzle. "Th-thank you for the offer and honor..."

"Current position?" He asked, his voice a light lilt, his eyes widening in a mocking manner before the thumb pressed right against the line of her throat. "You misunderstand me, girl. You have no position in this house besides this one."

"What?" She felt her heart leap in her throat again as the stallion tilted his head to one side and the finger curled harder on her throat.

"Exactly as I said. I am offering you a great gift, you would be foolish to refuse it." Bercher murmured, his voice so deep it was nearly a growl. "What house would take you on after you have been dismissed from such a simple position? I am well respected in this territory, my master is well respected, they would want a referral to take you on."

The thought made her blood run cold, his voice was impersonal, as if he didn't care what answer she gave him. There was no choice that she was being offered. If he let her go, there was no way she could be hired on by any of the great houses. It would be a black mark against her, no one would want to cross Ruin. He wouldn't even have to make up a lie on why she was released, he would only allow it known that she had left in disgrace and that would be enough. She opened her mouth and then closed it as the real magnitude of what he was saying hit her.

She wouldn't be able to have any real decent job, even in town. No one would stand against someone with the amount of wealth and influence that Ruin possessed. Her only real ability to be employed would be in the mines, laboring until she dropped or in a brothel, places where they cared little for her past history and employment. Where the only thing that would matter was that she was able to do the work they gave her and earn them enough money to make it worth their while until she was too old to do it any longer. It wouldn't be enough, not nearly enough, not for her mother, nor her siblings.

"You can't.." She managed after a moment, feeling the weight of the stallion against her. "Please... you can't, sir, I.."

"I am doing nothing, girl, it is your choice." Bercher flashed his teeth in a smile before he stepped backwards with a rumble. "You will find appropriate clothing in your new rooms, dress yourself and wait in my chamber to accept your employ. Or leave. It is all the same to me."

He released her, leaving Tani to stumble all the way back with a low noise in her throat. His strange black eyes kept on her as she swallowed, her tongue feeling dry as she couldn't make her mouth work as he moved back to his desk. He dismissed her, his eyes no longer pinning her in place while her eyes followed him, the fear and outrage rising. To work in the mines, whore herself for strangers, or take the position he was offering and degrade herself for the promise of money. No, there was no choice, not if she was going to keep her family safe.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Bercher knew that the doe would be waiting for him at the end of the day, he had no doubt, he had thoroughly researched her situation and delivered the offer in a way to make sure that she had no way to win. The idea of her struggling with her 'choice', agonizing over giving up her dignity to keep her family safe, secure. They would benefit from it, he would be sure of that, he always kept his word, which would only make it worse for her. She would whore herself out to him, doing what he wanted, everything, for her family. The agony she would feel over what she was forced to do would be a special enjoyment for him as he stripped her of her pride, introducing her to her new role.

The moment he set his hand on the door he could hear her hooves on the floor, his nostrils flaring in anticipation as he pushed his way into his private room to see the girl waiting. Gone was the modest clothing that most of the servants wore, the things that were designed to be utilitarian in their work as well as give a neat appearance. It had been replaced with his own uniform, one that made his eyes rove over the doe that immediately straightened up and put her ears back on her head when she saw him. Her eyes had a ring of white that caused him to twitch his lip up a bit higher in his lazy smile as he allowed himself to take in the view of her small body.

It showed her off well, her breasts were pushed up along the corset to show off the white splash that disappeared along the lace cloth. It mounded the warm breasts together, pushing them in against one another while the rest of the top framed the sweep of her hips and the slender curve of her waist. The skirt was barely more than a strip of fabric along her upper thighs, flashing the delicate lace panties that he had set out for her. The stockings barely brushed the edge of the underwear, designed more to show her off than offering any real covering. The small hat was tucked on her head, her hair pushed back beneath it as she regarded him with large liquid brown eyes, so vulnerable and filled with emotion.

"I see you've made the best choice." Bercher greeted her, his bound tail twitching a little bit as he closed the door behind him firmly.

"I had no choice." Tani answered, her voice raw sounding which made him feel a shiver of arousal.

Emotions. He had them, though they were of little use to him beyond knowing how to manipulate others. He had always been good at getting his way, with subtle hints and words, sometimes more, pushing people to do what he wanted and making them choose to do it themselves. Once he had made them admit that they were making that choice to do what he wanted, he had them trapped, like this girl. She might think she had no choice, but he had made it clear she did have one. Deep inside, she would know that she put herself in this situation, that she had made this happen.

He shrugged off his over coat, letting it drop to a chair as he felt her eyes on him, the way her hands balled up. He knew what she had in mind, he could almost hear her thoughts. She would assume he'd fuck her and send her on her way, that he wanted someone to warm his bed. She had likely been thinking of it all day, how she was going to be forced to bed him. Perhaps she might even enjoy the idea on some level. He was, after all, a handsome enough stallion and more than a few females had tried to catch his eye in the past.

"Come here girl, you're going to undress me." He commanded, flicking a finger towards her, summoning her. "That will be your job at the end of each day, as well as running my bath and preparing my meals."

"Yes, sir." Tani answered, her voice barely a whisper before he swung to face her.

"Master, yes, master. My name is master, not sir." He admonished as she came forward, her slight body almost shivering as her tail began to twitch wildly back and forth.

"Yes, master." She responded, and then swallowed before she came up close enough to reach for his shirt.

He held his arms out, amused that she was shaking. Had anyone even gotten beneath that skirt yet? It would prove amusing if she was, to know that she was saving herself before he ruined her. The last time he'd had a deer she had been nearly broken by the size of him. Bucks were slender little things, their shafts long, but thin rather than substantial. Even a normal horse was a bit much for them, with his knot, he had split her open wide and by the time he'd been done her body had been broken in to him to the point that her folds had been loose and gaping nearly all of the time. Like this lass would be when he was done with her.

He flared his nostrils and felt his sheath stirring as her hands began to undo his shirt, one by one unsnapping them so that his chest was bared. He could see the faint shaking of her fingers and he kept himself aloof, letting her grow comfortable. He was already playing out how this evening would go, how she would go. He licked his lips when she got to the bottom of his shirt and tried to take it off, having to step forward to do so. The flat blunt tip of his cock twitched up a little bit inside of his tight pants, bulging them obscenely.

He would need to train her, that would take time, but he had enough time in this role that he had slowly commissioned things that gave his new toys a chance to practice. He had devices meant to stretch her, train her, things that would make her want to flee in fear from what he was offering. It would take more time to train her mind to crave him and what he did to her. That was one of his favorite things, to make them change from frightened and in denial, to craving him. He would turn her body against itself, until she was nothing more than his little whore, doing anything to pleasure him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Tani felt the heat in her ears, the blush was hot and heavy while she kept her eyes away from the stallion and only on her work. If she thought of it as another chore it was easier for her to undo them one at a time. The heat that radiated from the stallion was strange feeling, caressing over her as she slipped the shirt off entirely and was taken aback by the muscled spread of the chest. He seemed larger without his shirt, her ears twitching as she thought about the buck she had once toyed with when she was barely out of fawnhood. He had been as slender as she was, not nearly so wide nor so heavily muscled. The scent of horse on the air made her wrinkle her nose a little bit as he dropped his arms.

He didn't have to speak, only shift his legs slightly so that he was able to part them open a bit wider and she looked down at the thick leather belt. She had to fumble with it, the buckle large and held tight so that she had to struggle to undo it. The stallion's head was too close to her own, staring at what she was doing so that she was horribly aware that she was being clumsy. She eventually got the leather to open up, the belt coming undone so that the pants loosened slightly. She tried not to think about what her mother would think if she knew, tried to think only that she was doing what she had to do to help her family.

"The pants." The stallion rumbled authoritatively as she hesitated and she moved her hands towards the button at the top of the leather.

That gave way easily enough, though she wished that it hadn't been so easy to undo as the material spread open wide to show the line of his stomach, trailing down to a black patch of bare skin. It was covered on fuzz around the edges, turning to smooth leather at the apex as the material of the pants spread open and the stallion rumbled his approval. His eyes never showed any real emotion as she pushed his pants down and turned her head to one side, her cheeks flushing a hot heavy red in reaction as she saw something fat and fleshy popping out of the split opening.

The fat cock tip was larger than anything she had ever imagined, making her feel a cold chill in her stomach as she dragged his pants down. She tried to bend over to do it, but he gripped her shoulder with one rough hand, the thick nails digging down firmly. She was forced downwards onto her knees, not fighting him as he put real weight onto his touch. She dragged his pants down as she went, her eyes averted from the flesh that was falling from the obscenely large sheath. The scent of musk on the air made her breathe a little more shallowly before dragged his pants off entirely.

His girth was growing larger, the sight of it nothing like the slender boned length of a cervine shaft. It was fat and heavy, loose as it bounced about and was growing wider. The fingers moved down to grip the line of her neck and drew her in closer so that her nose was nearly pushing against the line of the balls. She jerked back immediately, her tail flagging in alarm before the stallion raised one of his brows a little bit. He kept the firm hold and her nose pressing upwards as the weight of the cock was drooping itself downwards oh so close. The press of it soon draping right along the bridge of her slender nose.

Hardened, he was far thicker than he had at first appeared, the tip a blunt flat area rather than tapered like a deer. It was spread open with wrinkled edges that surrounded a dimpled opening of the urethra. It was smooth and black, bulging out of the dark colored sheath that was spreading open wider and bulging near the base of the thing. The weight of it meant that it was hanging down in a low curve rather than jutting straight up, making her compare it to her prior lover with a shudder of dismay. She rolled her eyes up to see him looking down at her, his shaft half blocking out his face.

"What a pretty sight." Bercher murmured, the tone of his voice was odd, there was something calculating in his gaze. "Now, to attend your duties, girl."

"Yes, master." The word was like ashes on her tongue as her muzzle was angled up, blanching at the sight of the flesh finally hardening itself.

The white hand cupped her chin and pulled it up, the fingers curling right along the edges of her lips so that they were pried open. She shied away, her breathing catching in her throat as she slowly licked out, unable to stop herself as she ran her tongue in a slow caress upwards against the bare flesh. It was warm feeling, silken against her skin as she began to lick out again and tasted the salty skin with a slow drag and push. The hot breath flushing out as she kept her ears down tight and the stallion's girth stiffened in reaction. The size of it impossibly large and fat, spread wide with the tip that pushed right up against swell of her tongue.

The doe kept her ears down flat to her head as he shifted his weight and pushed his girth forward into her mouth. Her jaws opened up wider, straining in reaction as the weight of it was plunging deeper into her maw. She choked slightly, her breathing came out loudly as her nostrils flared and she felt the sheer size of the stallion pushing her jaws open wider. The white hand on her neck held her in place as he gave another roll forward, pushing towards the line of the throat leaving her struggling to hold him. Her tongue was pinned in place as she heard the stallion let out a short noise.

She pulled backwards a little bit, trying her best to let up the pressure as something hot oozed out of the tip and pushed right into her maw. It was salty tasting, oozing over the edges as the messy spill worked together with her own saliva. The thick fingers caught the nape of her neck and dug down as he gave a thrust forward, glutting her throat with his cock as he steadily pushed forward inch by heavy inch. The weight of it growing heavier as it pushed into her throat with a messy drooling spill that made her swallow and tighten down around the swollen length.

He didn't take pity on her or allow her to adjust slowly, instead, she was forced to take nearly half the length into her muzzle. The medial ring drove itself right up against the line of her muzzle with a shove that pushed in deeper. It swelled her throat open wide, making it hard to breathe as he let out a pleased sound from above her. She flinched as she swallowed again, her jaws working with a wet trickle of saliva that coated over the edges. Her breathing came out in a series of shallow pants, gasping and ragged before the next plunge inwards.

The hot flesh was working over her tongue, growing even hotter and wetter as the saliva mixed with his precum, churning together to wet her muzzle. Her head was pulled in possessively as his hips flexed a little bit, the movements were shifting slightly forward. The stallion didn't give her any consideration, or breathing room, the sudden surges pushed all the way into the back of her throat. Her throat was gaping open wider, bulging with the glans that was feeding itself into the furthest depths while he shifted on his hooves.

She rolled her eyes up to see the stallion watching her, but it wasn't the sort of look she expected to see in his face. There was a cold consideration there beyond the pleasure he was feeling as the cock twitched and jerked up harder. She was choking on him, gagging a little bit at the sheer size of him when he dragged backwards. The glans pulled along her tongue, leaving a trail of wetness over the edges while she let out a short bleating call and the cock pulled entirely from her muzzle. It came with a lewd noise before the glans rubbed back up against her lips again, trailing so that she had to turn her head about to catch the tip between her lips.

It was humiliating, degrading, feeling him being shoved into the depths of her throat as her head jerked forward. Her breathing was coming out faster, shivering bursts that were constantly spilling out between her lips before she was gagging on the length pushing into her throat. The feel of it straining open made her clamp down tightly, the powerful contractions worked along the stiff length as she gave her head a slight shift backwards. Her tongue rubbing over the length and grasping tightly, swirling upwards towards the tender tip of the cock.

It flexed and twitched, the movements quivering slightly as her nostrils flared open wide, puffing out a series of whimpers before the tip pushed deeper into her throat. She was suckling and gripping, working over him as the next thrust squeezed the medial ring into her muzzle and the tip pushed in too deep. She let out a noise, her eyes bulging a bit in panic as he went in too deep and she tried to jerk backwards. The hand on the back of her neck refused to allow her to pull backwards, instead he shoved himself forward harder with a rough snort. The sound rang in her ears before he slowly drew himself out of her maw again.

The hot wet sound of the flesh slipping free from her lips, making her shudder as the tip ran through her throat and made her walls close down again. The contracting muscles worked against her as she choked out a series of noises. Her breathing came faster than normal as the cock tip slipped free with a wet trail that hit the line of her muzzle. The syrupy strands of precum squirted out to decorate her maw, causing her to flinch a little bit as she was allowed to pull back slightly.

"Ahh so tentative, I will have to teach you how to improve." Berch said, the cold eyed stallion lifting a brow. "But your mouth is only part of the reason you are here."

"Sir... I.." She started and Tani jolted a little as his ears went back. "Master, I can try harder with my mouth."

"There will be ample time for that, I intend you will become well versed with what pleases me." He answered and he jerked his head up slightly. "Present yourself, girl. Earn your coin."

Tani flinched in reaction to the way he spoke, feeling the heat filling her face at how she had humiliated herself. How she was still humiliating herself. It was for her mother, her siblings, they didn't have to ever know what she did to make sure their lives improved. She kept those thoughts close to herself as she stood up and licked her lips. The salty taste of the precum lingered there, filling her senses as she kept her ears twitched flat back to her head. She was shaking slightly as she saw the heavy dark flesh twitching, strange looking as she realized the base was far thicker than the rest of him.

She didn't have time to look at him, not when he gave her an aggressive look that made her obey him. She didn't want to strip for him, the idea only made her feel more vulnerable, so she did the next best thing she could think about.

She turned around towards the bed, leaning forward so that the short skirt flashed upwards to bare her lace covered mound and ass. She tried not to think about how suggestive the pose was as she reached back and hooked a finger on the edge of her panties, dragging them downwards to show off the white fur of her ass and flicked her tail up in the air.

She showed herself off as the panties were pushed down towards her knees, past the ridge of her thigh highs before a hand dropped down against the small of her back. She bleated out as her head was suddenly pushed forward onto the bed and pillows, the stallion's heavy steps thudding on the ground. She shuddered as the fingers gripped down against the fine fabric of her skirt, dragging it up before his hold moved up to pin her shoulders down firmly and his warm body leaned forward over the line of her back. She couldn't help it, she whimpered out, her breathing coming out faster while the heavy weight of the cock slapped along the line of her ass.

"You'll learn soon enough." Bercher rumbled, fingers squeezing firmly. "Today you will be given a taste of your future, my little whore, and you'll understand why you will devote your life to training your body for me."

"Yes.. master.." She managed, Tani's ears burning in embarrassment before she let out a choked bleat when the flat fleshy tip pushed up against her tender mound.

"Tight little thing... for now.." Bercher said and then let out a grunt as the cock tip pushed forward with a rough shove.

The tip was large, too large, spreading her open with enough force that her eyes flashed open in a wild look. The weight of the glans was bruising her outer lips as they were pried open wider and wider, straining as the walls started to split and strain. The outer lips tried to adjust to the sheer size of the cock that was attempting to plunge into her, the ache and burn making her body shudder in place. The small contractions struck through her, her stomach muscles were building up painfully tight as he rolled his hips and let out a harsh snort against the nape of her neck. The shove came with a lewd popping noise and the hot feel of flesh opening her up wide.

The silken inner walls suddenly forced to wrap around the equine length that was shoving forward with a series of thrusts. The weight of it was pushing deeper into her before she spread her legs open wider, crying out before the stallion's' hand shoved her face down against the bed. He didn't try to kiss her or rub her body with any tenderness, instead, he used his grip to keep her in place as her stomach began to bulge with the sheer size of the spire shoving forward. Her walls contracted down, trying to hold onto him even as he pushed his blunt tip in deeper and she became aware of her body trying to push him back out.

The cramps rippled through her belly before Tani bleated out again, the loud cry spilling free as the burning ache forced its way inwards. Her outer lips were paling as they formed an obscene O to wrap around the equine length. The sheer girth of it was nearly tearing her apart as he made room and the fingers kept her pinned down against the bed. Her cries were muffled against the covers as the stallion let out a grunt and then drove forward again. The next thrust forced the medial ring inside of her, popping inwards to graze briefly along her clit to make her jolt in place.

"Too... big.." She managed to get out, her body screaming at her that she needed to stop him from pushing much deeper inside ofher.

"Because.. rrf.. you are untrained, little... whore..." Bercher responded and there was another shove forward.

Her legs split open wide, trying to relieve the pressure as the cock tip drove home and shoved roughly against the line of her cervix. He was deeper than any buck had ever gotten inside of her, the weight of his base suddenly driving up against her pussy. It was thicker than it should have been, grinding and shoving forward before there was a slow drag backwards. The smooth movements coming with a squirt of hot precum that flushed right into her depths. It sent a shudder through her in response as her walls contracted down and squeezed.

The movements were building up while he drove forward again, hitting hard deep inside of the passage while there was a sinking press that forced her cervix to bow inwards. The cramp rippled along her stomach again as she jolted and let out a ragged call while the shove began to pry at the opening of her cervix. The bruising grip of the hands kept her hips in place, refusing to allow her to move away. He was prying her body open with another surge of pain that made her toss her head back upwards again, her jaws opening wide as she let out a wordless squeal as the cock gave a rough plunge.

The fat equine length pried into the deepest part of her body, the rubbery ring of her cervix split open wide and was forced to clutch around the too large blunt tip as the base sank home. It was too large, she felt her body nearly ripping apart to let him sink into her as the balls slapped up between her hind legs. The tip was bulging her stomach open wide before he drew backwards again, the wet sound filled the air as he started to give short harsh drives forward, filling her body, filling the walls so that they were being stretched open wide.

He was all wrong shaped, the base was heavy and prying her open wider as the tip violated her uterus. The squirts of hot precum flushed outwards and churned inside of her stomach, the shaft showing in a swollen line of her belly. She jolted and writhed as the base began to pop in and out, the powerful hips working against her until she was nearly being crushed beneath the weight of the stallion. He used every ounce of his weight and muscle to shove the base inwards and then pulled it out again, her cunny splitting open wide to let it slide free before it was fed back into her body.

She couldn't breathe, her was seeing stars as she realized that he was growing thicker and heavier by the moment. The rolling movements were coming faster, shoving forward harder to split her womb open, bulging with the cock ti pthat was starting to send out hot streams of precum that were mixing together heavily. She gave a little jolt and cried out, managing to draw in a breath before the knot shoved forward again, swelling the walls open wider and wider. God, he had a knot, but it was too large for body as he pulled backwards with a forceful drag that came with a slurping noise and she jolted in place. Her small buck seemed to amuse him as he shoved his way home again, the base straining her wide.

Her entire narrow passage was glutted with the too large horse cock, causing her to muffle her cries as the rapid serie sof pumps came with the balls slapping up against the line of her inner thighs. It ached and hurt, her body was telling her to get free, but he wouldn't let her up. The slow movements were working as the cock tip started to stretch open wider and wider, blossoming inside of her uterus so that she felt the walls trying to adjust to the invader. The doe squeezed her eyes shut while Bercher's hips rolled against her harder, faster, the balls heaving up as the knot began to swell into an obscene size.

Too large, it was too large, her lips were bulging and puffing out to try and hold onto him as the stiffened cock started to quiver slightly. The jerking movements building before the stallion's weight nearly crushed her and he gave a plunge forward. The way his hips snapped forward nearly made her shriek out as the first hot stream of cum began to flush out of his cock it. The heavy streamers of it poured free, rope after rope, flushing into the depths of her belly where she couldn't evade them. Her hips gave a shuddering movement, pulling forward to try and relieve the pressure, but that only gave her a heavy ache as she yanked against the knot that held her trapped against him.

She was trapped against him as the balls churned and heaved, the heavy movements flushing deep inside of her with his seed so that it was bloating her slender belly. His hot breath hit against the nape of her neck, rough feeling as the hips gave another shove forward. The hot streams of sticky cream flooded into the deepest parts of her belly, the tip twitching a little bit as she felt each new quiver. It rippled through her so that she was left squirming in place again. Her tail was shaking as he shoved up again, slapping the balls right against the inside of her inner thighs.

"Such.. a sweet little thing.." Bercher murmured against her ear, his voice rough with his pleasure as his knot kept her lips partially split open. "And soon, you'll be perfect."

The stallion felt his newest little slave flinch at his words, her muscles clamping down almost painfully tight around him. The pleasure was mingled with that pain, the sleek body far too tight for him, but he could change that soon enough. He kept his hands gripping against her hips so she had to hold still beneath him as he felt her tight walls clutching his knot. He licked his lips, imagining that body so broken in that he could pull his knot free and fuck her with it while he was fully inflated. He couldn't yet, but with time...and practice he would be able too.

He ran his fingers down along the sweep of the haunches and gave a rake of his nails that made her bleat out in a high pitched sweet voice. She was shaking and panting beneath him, her body twitching in the mixture of pain and pleasure as he lifted himself up slightly and heaved his hips in the air so that her ass was hanging from his swollen knot. Yes, so tight, lacking practice and training that would stand her in good stead. But he would change that soon enough, he would begin to introduce her to his preferred toys, break her, mold her until she was good for nothing but serving himself.

"My sweet little whore.." He purred those words as she flinched and he saw her ears flushing in shame. Soon, she wouldn't even have that once he had stripped her of even that.