Slave to Karma (day two)
Slave to Karma (day 2)
At first, as I rise, I equate yesterday's strangeness to the absurdity of a dream. I yawn, lifting a hand to rub my eyes. Soft cloth connects, not skin. I look at my hoof-nailed hands in shock.
My hoovies are in little sky blue booties!
I try to utter a cry of anguish-no sound comes out. My eyes focus on the red plastic ring of an object sticking out of my muzzle.
As I spit it out, the demeaning sight of a pacifier still slick with my spit falls next to me-next to something big and white.
Does this crazy shit ever end?!
I'm wearing a fucking diaper!
My lower hoovies are also covered in light blue coverings. I try to tear any of these off with my teeth to no avail, they're on there for good.
I look around further, at the fact I'm inside a giant crib.
What nonsense to think of myself as 'baby Fluffy!'
I scream and scream, but no one comes. I'd be more than happy to urinate on the floor of that domineering elephant bitch, except I could not remove the diaper with my covered hooves. I'm miserable with a bursting bladder, but how much worse would it be to wade around with this bulky thing between my legs all filled with piss?
"Aw! Our little babe is awake! Rise and shine, little guy!" Jynx teased.
My cheeks burn from this embarrassing situation.
"Is baby hungry?" She asks, undoing her top and brassiere so that her titties could bounce out.
"Fuck you hippo. I know you're dry, anyway."
She smiles wryly.
"Does little Fluffy want a spanking for his bad language?"
"No, I want to take a piss."
"I'm not stopping you. Go ahead."
"In a toilet, Jell-O chest."
"Ooh. Little Fluffy can't reach the toilet. He's too small."
How humiliating! I was a Clydesdale draft stallion! I was FAR from little!
"I'm as big as you, liar."
"Obviously not. You barely reach my tits, remember?"
How could I forget yesterday's sexual adventure with her breasts in my face?
"You're still dry. Are you trying to starve me?"
"Not at all." And with that, she squirts some milk right into my face playfully.
How the hell she did that, I'd like to know.
She laughs at my confusion.
"Didn't expect THAT, did you LITTLE Fluffy? This is a CLINIC. We store drugs here for all kinds of things, including a kick start for lactation!"
Holy shit! So that's why an obviously not pregnant or motherly hippo is trying to get me to nurse on her knockers!
Not motherly-funny to think of her in those terms, now.
"Are you going to suckle like a good little foal?"
"Fuck off."
And right there, I piss myself in defiance.
"Well, let's get you changed. But first, a spanking and maybe time-out."
In all queer absurdity, she is strong enough to lift me from the massive crib like it was nothing, taking me along her lap, pulling down my diaper, and managing to get in several painful swats as I try to struggle to no avail.
"Changing time-if you'll be a good little horsie for me."
Well, at least she didn't call me 'pony.'
"Bite me."
"And time-out it seems, too." She mused, sitting me in a corner nearby, right on my wet diaper.
I cringe uncomfortably, but remain defiant, standing to leave.
"Uh, uh uh."
Jynx wags an impatient finger at me.
"Where are you going?"
"Not to continue to be your sex slave, that's for fucking sure!"
She smiles, winking.
"Aw, does little Clydesdale want a Tabasco enema? That'll remind you of who's in charge!"
I pause long enough in my escape attempt to ponder about how amazingly horrible that would be. Unlike spanking or time-out, what she threatened was probably one of the more intensely painful things I could think of.
Great way to clear the sinuses, though.
And everything else!
It doesn't take a genius to know that she was fully capable of carrying out the threat.
"Um. How much?" I ask nervously.
Jynx seems to do some numbers in her head.
"Hmmm. Disobeying your baby-sitter is probably worth a good two quarts."
"Baby-sitter? Where's Karma?"
"Oh, she has business at a conference. Rest assured, I can handle anything you throw at me."
I'll bet, I grimly muse.
"Could you take these off?" I ask, motioning to my baby blue booties.
She smiled coyly, slitting her eyes in an adorable way.
"Why, they make you look so much more like the cute little pony you are!"
"I am not a fucking PONY!"
"You're on thin ice, mister. Another naughty outburst, and you'll have fiery flatulence!"
Oh, joy.
It seemed, as day two began, I only wanted it to end.
Fiercely independent, I was now forced to accept another's help to take care of myself. It was frustrating, unnerving, made me bitter and spiteful to be reduced to this by one hippo nurse.
And one elephant doctor.
"Come nurse, baby!"
Before I can react, she shoves the end of one of her nipples right in my mouth and holds my head against it, so I can't escape. The soft, fatty, supple flesh feels odd, now that I definitely feel fluid in there.
"Start suckling, you stubborn little shit!" She declares.
At first, my arms flail as I struggle, but I soon accept it and begin to drink from her titty.
She moans as I suck her off.
"Ooh. Good for mommy AND baby!" She laughs.
While I don't like being treated like this, I will GRUDGINGLY say that hippo milk tastes pretty damn good. I think I was sucking off her for half an hour before I started to became full and she dropped a bombshell on me.
"Fluffy, honey? That's not milk your drinking."
I frown, as I pause in my feeding. What the hell else could it be?
She feels my uncertainty and giggles.
"Fluffy? It's colostrum."
I shrug incomprehensively.
"Honey, colostrum is the first milk. It comes with antibodies and um...laxatives."
I immediately stop, my eyes wide in horror, as I stay there, stuck to Jynx's chest.
Too late, I realize, as my stomach begins to rumble and I feel the colostrum/milk force it's way snakily through my bowels, until ten minutes later, I'm holding my legs closed, pleading to her with my eyes to be let go from my pillowy prison to use the crapper like a 'big' horsie.
"Just go in your dipee, hon. I'll change you after, I promise."
I ignore her, much to my misery.
"Come on, hon. I clean up dirty dipee's all the time! It's nothing to be ashamed of. REALLY."
Unless you were the most proud of masculine things; a stallion.
What the hell kind of stallion would put up with this insult?
This...shit?
My bowels convulse, urging my anus to grant passage. Each time the peristaltic waves hit, my face and ass cringes against the great force of my very bossy rectum.
Heh, I guess I'd be bossy, too, if I had to deal with people's shit all day!
I feel the turtle head of a road-apple begin to clear my final passage, much to my frustration. With the stretching and the mucous lubing the exit, I can do nothing as greasy green turds pop out of my butt-cheeks into the diaper in a most ghastly, embarrassing manner. The rear portion of the diaper bulges out with this new cargo, as I feel the rare sensation of diarrhea now vacating my hole.
And all this feels like it's going on forever,
And ever,
And ever.
When I finally manage to stopper the flow, she lets me go, and has me lie on my back nearby. She goes off someplace, returning with the red rubber of a hot water bag with a hose attached.
"Please, No dammit! I TRIED to be good! Not the fucking Tabasco!"
She takes a cursory glance over the red two-liter bag and laughs.
"Oh, Fluffy! I know you were a good little foal! This is just water to clean out the rest of that colostrum diarrhea."
"You're not lying, are you?" I accuse.
"Hon! If I lied to you now, how could I get you to trust me later?" She reasoned.
"And after...this. You'll let me go to the toilet, right?"
"Of course! Shit is easier to clean off the floor than enema water."
I don't LIKE the hippo, but maybe if I gave in on some counts, things would be better.
"I still don't know. I mean, water or not, it's a little weird." I muse.
"You've had these before, right? When you get the ol' butt nut checked, right?"
"Yeah, but."
"But what, baby?"
"That was a MALE doctor doing it. This is embarrassing 'cause I know you're getting off on this."
"Aren't YOU?" She retorts.
I smiled wryly. I definitely got off on Karma's trunk enema.
"Okay, let's do it."
She goes on her knees, unfastens the diaper, cleans me up with wipes, and bundles the thing to be thrown away.
"Roll over, baby."
I do as she asks.
Jynx takes the tuft of my tail in one hand, lifting it to the side, as she puts the nozzle of the hose right in my tailhole in a lewd slow thrusting motion.
I had to admit that felt goood!
Then, as I lie on my stomach, on the cold white tile, she unclamps the hose, which she has held high by one paw.
The squirt of cool fluid in my bowels feels funny, therapeutic, almost. I feel it collect in some areas, swish in others, and gurgle in the rest. And from previous experience, (now that I know I can use the toilet) expulsion feels wonderful, too.
When I have all two liters in me, (check out a liter, that's pretty big!) Jynx leads me ridiculously by the hand toward the lavatory, where the toilet is flanked by steel guard-rails for disabled patients. I want to use it, but the lid is locked with chains.
Jynx, you sneaky bitch.
She has the very key out in front of my eyes, waving and teasing me with it.
"You said I could use the toilet!" I protest.
Her words echo to me,
Hon! If I lied to you now, how could I get you to trust me later?
How could I trust her later, to be tortured with bowels full of shitwater?
She nods in her sadistic way, when her lie dawns on me.
"I'll only remove the padlock if you cum for me-RIGHT NOW!"
What?!
"I can't! Please let me shit!"
She wags her impatient finger again.
"In this matter, I am unyielding. Cum for me stallion, do what stallions do best!"
My legs shake from the slowly building pressure.
In a few minutes, I'll open up Niagara falls right here!
So much pressure!
To shit.
To paw off.
It was all so heady and confusing, making me feel desperate.
I look around-maybe the tub or sink.
No, this is a room for the toilet only.
Then I smiled impishly.
A diaper was one indignity. Why would I hold it here?
She gives my tush a stinging, flat-palmed swat.
"I know what you're thinking, hon. If you do it, you'll get the Tabasco for sure."
Fuck.
That left me with one problem. How did I cum so spontaneously, when I wasn't in the mood?
And how could I, with these mittens covering my hands? It would feel like I was fucking sandpaper!
She winks at me, waving her hips in a saucy matter with her white mini-skirt barely hiding her rounded, plump, very fatty, buttocks.
"Hon, I said you had to CUM, not necessarily masturbate!"
Ooh. I knew what that meant. My long lance of draft meat springs to attention in seconds. Yes, she IS totally hot! But I didn't get horse-wood before because she wasn't selling, if you know what I mean.
But now, Jynx is open for business! And despite the fact she betrayed me, demeaned me, imprisoned me.
Deep down, all that is pushed out of the way for primal equine horniness!
She smiles, lifting her dress with a cursory motion of one paw, bending over and getting on all fours, winking her bright pink hippo cunt, which is contrasted by her grey skin and bum.
I drop down to my knees behind her, eager to plow right into that hot hole slick with pussy juice.
The last thing reasonable thing I think about is how she manipulated me the entire time to get me to go down on her doggy-style of my own accord, rather than having HER do all the work on a restraint table.
Pretty sneaky, nurse.
Bitch.
I ream her with no mercy, now that THAT comes to light. However, she actually enjoys my sadistic animalistic fucking! It seems she wanted me to get angry with her, to fuck her like a steam-powered train of carnal frenzy and wild abandon. It feels great to have my dick all toasty and warm and gooey inside her smorgasbord of sopping wet hippo hole.
The enema in my body now reacts with further impatience, making my rectum convulse-particularly against my prostate itself.
With all this stimulation, my dick, my ass, I cum inside her in no time flat.
She collapses wearily to the floor, tossing the key nonchalantly backwards to me. I watch it land right against the toilet's base.
I grab it, undo the padlock, and impatiently sit my eager, bossy, sensitive ass over the bowl, relief flooding in me, brown water flooding out.