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Taming the Beast

"Listen here, mutt! I've had enough of you not listening to me." Melodi was frustrated as could be at her mount Dasa. Despite their many years of companionship, Dasa was showing signs of resistance. As time went on, the feral devil-dog mount demanded more and more of Melodi's offerings in order to remain loyal - like a drug, his cravings grew larger with repeated use.

This didn't work at all for Melodi. As princess of the tribe and keeper of the hell-beast, it was her job to keep Dasa satisfied and on the side of the Gryphons, and it was getting to be too much to handle. Her pussy was growing weak and sore with each and every session of violent passion.

Dasa demanded food or shelter, he demanded courtship and passion. He may have been a bestial mount, but he had desires that seemed considerably more intense than his brethren or any other mount known to the tribes people. A horse would listen without question to the alpha or herd master; a horse did not demand sexual release in order to remain compliant. Dasa was no horse.

For this reason, Dasa's unruliness borne of Melodi's waning desire to let him mount her had grown to be beyond her ability to handle. She preferred a more compassionate rider/mount relationship, but she knew when it was time to be stern, and to discipline. She wasn't particularly good at 'breaking' mounts in, but her sister was, and that was why she had Dasa on a choker leash, dragging him down the meandering path through the jungle that connected her tribe to her sister's city limits.

Dasa growled at her and dug his hooves into the ground as she tugged on his collar.

"Don't be a dick, Dasa. Either you come now, or I will yank this chain so hard you will bleed. Understand?" She gave a gentle tug for emphasis.

He snapped at her and growled some more, shoulders low as he begrudgingly trotted past her. His tail was low and his teeth were bared, but he was listening, at least for now.

As he walked by, she batted at his rump just enough to let him know she was serious before pulling out in front of him, dragging him along the path behind her. She clicked her beak in frustration in time with every step, her hooves digging into the dirt and pebbles to get extra traction so that she could continue to pull at Dasa.

It was clear Dasa had no intention of following her without a struggle. He was keeping his growling, nipping, and biting to a minimum, but he was still clearly angry. Not once during the duration of their trip did he refrain from baring his teeth and expressing his angry with a growl or deep, canine rumble.

The trip was long, lasting the entire duration of the afternoon before they finally passed through the borders from Melodi's territory to Talba's. They had to pass through an ornamental gate in a massive stone wall that cut through the jungle - a remnant of a past time before Chief Storm's rule over their tribe. When they got there, they were greeted by some guards who were watching the border.

"'Ello m'lady. Heading to the capitol?" One asked, a well kept Avian brandishing a polearm. Melodi wasn't exactly royalty in Tehgol, but as sister to the queen and a key player in the peace treaty between her nation and Untheria, there were few of the royal guard who didn't know and recognize her.

"Indeed I am, sir. No meeting, it's an impromptu visit. Gonna have her see about professionally breaking my mount, here." She tugged at his leash again.

"Ah, Givin' you a hard time, is he?" The guard aimed the tip of his polearm at Dasa's rump, but Melodi stopped him with a raised hand.

"You might want to refrain from jabbing at him. He will kill you, and there's not a lot I can do to stop him, that's why I'm having her work her wiles on him." She tugged again, eager to get Dasa out of this uncomfortable situation before he did anything she might regret.

As they passed by the guards, Dasa growled and snapped at them both, stepping sideways to expose his flank to them, hair and fur raised to look more intimidating than he would otherwise. Not that he needed it, Melodi knew he was a capable asset in a fight.

Once fully through the gates, the guards waved at Melodi and she kept at her mount nearby as she continued down the path. It was another two or three hours before she saw the edge of the forest, and that meant that the castle couldn't have been much farther. Before she could get there and free into the open plains between the forest and castle, Dasa pushed his head up to her back and growled, this time with a bit more aggression.

"Stop it, Dasa." Melodi commanded.

Dasa had no interest in stopping. Instead, he lifted one of his front paws up and placed it on Melodi's shoulder, putting all his weight on it so that she had to crouch down and find her footing.

"Ugh! Get off me, beast, or I will whip you!" She tugged on the collar with an aggressive jerking motion to have the spikes on the inside puncture his flesh, but he didn't stop.

The devil dog growled at his master and bit down on her neck, long teeth jabbing in through her plumage to get a big chunk of flesh and bone. He wasn't going to let her go and she knew it.

Instead of resisting, she begrudgingly bent over and lifted her skirt and tail, exposing her prize box. That's how she referred to it when talking of her mount. That was his prize for loyalty, and she was willing to open it as often as she felt necessary in order to maintain and encourage further loyalty. This, however, felt more like rape. He had her neck and shoulder in his massive jaws and he was pressing all his weight down on her. She was a strong, powerful warrior hippogryph, but Dasa was many times her size, like a full sized stallion on an average sized bitch.

She was his, at least for now.

The only way for her to reconcile her apprehension was to close her eyes and imagine it being Storm in one of his aggressive moods. She liked those. She loved it when he was aggressive and borderline violent, because she knew that if she needed to she could fight back, and that they both loved the dominance play so it was more like a game than a fight. Until recently, she also liked Dasa's aggression, but she needed to know when to say 'no' and he needed to learn what that meant.

This was not that time. That time was coming, and it was just over the horizon, sure to solve their problems once Talba got involved. Oh yes, Melodi knew Talba was going to put this mount in his place. She would break him without effort, and he would come back more loyal than before. For now, she just needed to deal with his violent cravings. Only a few hours left.

She looked back at his underside to see his massive red cock tip poking out of his sheathe, jabbing at her backside with every thrust. It was steaming and drooling precum, ready to slip into some unfortunate bitch. A large part of her didn't want to waste any more time than they had to here, so she bit down on her forearm and leaned back into him, helping him find his target faster.

Dasa's back kept arching and pushing forward, the tip of his cock prodding at her tail, rump cheeks, and the back of her thigh before sliding in between her flanks to stab into her meaty cunt. His lubrication and the bits of precum that he'd sprayed all over her allowed him to slip into her with ease. Once he felt the warmth of her depths, he bit down hard and thrust deep, her rump cheeks peeling his sheathe back to allow every bit of his length to disappear into her.

His knot remained inside his sheathe, with the opening of it resting at the tip of it, nestled under Melodi's tail. He gave another powerful thrust to have it pop out of him and into her, immediately swelling up inside the moment her lips clamped down around its base.

Melodi grunted and gritted her beak shut, clenching her hands up into fists as she pushed back, her canal throbbing around his member, lips squeezing in a pursed wink to suckle and massage him. She figured the best way to get this over was to let him cum in her fast and deep, then move on towards the castle.

Under most circumstances, the sudden stretch of his knotted bulbs expanding within her under such aggressive terms would have been enjoyable - Painful, but enjoyable. Still, She had to endure it this time. Mostly she just wanted it over with quickly so she could continue on her journey to Talba's home.

The two of them remained in place just off the path as Dasa idly thrust into her, knot fully grown and tight in her, tip of his cock shooting off stream after stream of thin canine cum into her womb. She pushed back into him and flexed her muscles in time with each and every throb of his cock, matching his jets of cum with waves of vaginal flexing from lips to womb to suck every bit of it in.

After only a few minutes of aggressive thrusts and expansive stretching, Dasa finally let go of his grip on Melodi's neck, leaving her feathers moist with drool and a bit of blood. His ejaculations were waning a bit, growing weaker with every subsequent squirt, his knot softening ever so slightly.

Sensing his climax descending after the plateau, Melodi grunted and pushed down on him, trying to squeeze him out. She felt his knot pushing out against her lips, clit forced out due to the pressure. It wasn't coming out, so she pushed again, this time having it explode with a torrent of his cum all over the ground between them.

Melodi let out a long, exasperated sigh followed by a moan. She felt his fluids sloshing around in her womb, and she didn't need that distracting her and keeping her bloated on the trip. She squatted down and lifted her tail, relaxing her muscles to let the fluid dribble out her cervix, through her cunt, and splash into the pile of mess Dasa had left, at least until she felt the devil dog's snout nuzzling up under her tail, his tongue lapping at her cum-soaked lips.

She couldn't help but go on all fours, letting him clean up his mess, tongue intermittently slapping against flesh and slipping into her now-sore nethers. His wide, flat tongue had few problems swallowing up every drop of it.

"Good boy." she whispered, mostly to herself as she got back to her hooves. "But we still have to take you to Talba." She tugged on the leash again, and this time Dasa came along happily, practically trotting in time with her, keeping speed and never resisting her lead. This is what it took to keep him happy.

The trip from the forest to the castle was an awkward one. Melodi was silent and stern, yet Dasa hopped along beside her like a pup, content and eager to please. It was like he didn't even know she was mad at him for that. Such is the life of a mount driven by, well, mounting.

Once they hit the capitol borders, they were once again stopped by a pair of avian guards, both of which happily let them pass. They made their way through the town, trying their best to not get caught up in the 'market runway' - a series of merchants set up on either side of the large road that led to the castle gates. Some folks were selling potions, others selling herbs and medicines, food, clothes, etc.

Before them lie the castle gates, but before they could even get close, they swung open and Talba hopped out towards them with an enthusiastic sense of theatrics. "Melodi! Melodi my darling sister! How are you? Come in, come in!" She ushered both Melodi and Dasa in through the gates and closed them behind.

Melodi gave her a hug as soon as they were within the castle limits. "Glad to be here, Tal,"

Talba could tell from Melodi's tone that something was wrong. She held her sister out at arm's length and stared into her eyes. "What's up? Unrest in your kingdom? Do you need me to kill someone for you? I can have them killed if need be, and you know it."

Melodi shook her head a bit and took in a deep breath. "No, not that. It's this mount of mine. He's been growing a bit needy and I think I need you to break him in so he can be more reliably ridden upon."

"Why the exasperated sigh? What else is going on here?"

"Honestly? His 'needs' involve mounting me whenever he wants, and it's starting to get on my nerves. It used to be a mutual thing, but now he demands it multiple times a day in order to listen. He's like a spoiled pup, if he doesn't get what he wants, he pouts and refuses to listen."

"And how did this come about? How did you let it get to this point?" Talba guided Melodi and Dasa to the private stables, where they tied Dasa up.

As they were finishing up the tie of his leash Melodi explained. "It's been like this since day one. You know how it is, he came to our tribe, Storm identified his potential, and we did all we could to foster his good will, only to find the only way to keep him loyal to us was to offer myself to him. Worked fairly well for a while, but he started to demand it more and more, you know?"

Talba took her smaller sister by the shoulder and guided her out of the stables to finish her story, leaving Dasa to stare longingly at a nearby mare, drooling from lips and sheathe.

Melodi and Talba enjoyed the rest of the day in Talba's quarters, enjoying herbal teas, talking about their respective conquests, and the Dasa problem. It was quickly decided that Melodi would leave Dasa in Talba's care for the period of one month, allowing the queen to break the steed, provided Melodi came back after two weeks for an update.

It seemed fair enough for both parties. Talba was happy to help her sister regain the loyalty of her most decorated steed, and Melodi was happy to have a month wherein she only had to mate with Storm.

Against Melodi's desires, Talba recommended she leave without saying bye to Dasa. Said it would help him with associating Talba with dominance and submission. Melodi knew Talba could break anyone or anything, so she trusted her judgement, and happily left the castle walls the following morning, anticipating a long trip back to her tribe.

Once Melodi was gone and had been properly escorted out of the capitol, Talba returned to the stables to check up on Dasa.

When she arrived, she saw Dasa had broken his collar and was in one of the stables with one of her mares. Rather than interfere, she stayed back and watched as Dasa kept sniffing at the mare's tail. He would keep at her, stepping with her to keep his snout aimed directly at her backside.

She would, of course, turn her body and press her rump against the stall wall, occasionally kicking and stomping her feet to get Dasa off her, as she was clearly a little spooked, but he kept on her, ignoring the kicks and stomps that hit him in the chest and paws.

He was much larger than the mare was, easily twice her overall size, shoulder half a meter taller. He was huge, he was aggressive looking, and he was clearly horny and in need of mare. The equine's scent must have reminded him of Melodi, who was half mare, half hen.

This behaviour needed to be curbed.

"Well that's enough of that, Dasa." Talba declared, having tired of watching the devil dog aggressively push at one of her mares. She got out a bridle big enough to fit him and hopped into the stall to put it on him. He saw her coming and tried to move his head out of the way, but Talba was both fast and surprisingly strong. She grabbed onto his horn to keep him in place and slid the bridle over him, despite his struggles. Once it was all latched up, she hooked a lead-line onto it and opened the gate behind her, slipping out of the stall and tugging at his bridle until he came, too.

He was still struggling a bit, so she grabbed at the leather straps of the bridle with one hand, and his horn with another, bringing his eyes to look in hers. Her strength startled the Devil Dog, who had never been yanked and pushed in such a way before. Talba was noticeably larger than Melodi, but still tiny compared to him, like a jockey on a racehorse. "Listen here, mutt. Unlike my sister, I won't put up with your shit. You either do as you are told, or you will feel the lashes of my whip. Got it?" She gave a rough and sudden tug before walking out.

Dasa followed, shoulders slumped a bit. This wasn't a familiar area to him; he had met Talba in the past, but had never really spent much time in her castle. The look in his eyes revealed that he knew he was in trouble, but didn't quite know why.

She guided him through her castle walls, coming up from the stables and into the main hall. Her castle was made of black stones, and had a distinct red and gold color palette to the decor. Her carpets, wall scrolls, and much of her decorations were red with gold highlights or gold tassels. IT was clear she had a special love for these colors.

"This is my home, sir Dasa. Now, follow me. We will be heading to my personal chambers, where I will slowly break you until you behave like a proper steed. A gentleman. Come come." She tugged on his leash again and dragged him through the hall until they got to the twin spiral staircases that led to the second floor balcony. The two sets of stairs curled away from one another, with a massive chalice or trophy rising up between them, twin, angled draperies with crude images of Talba on the walls, mirroring each other.

She might have been a little full of herself.

There were nobles and maids and tourists milling about, taking in the portraits of Talba and King Vaulix together, but Talba was not paying attention to any of them. She was too busy tugging on Dasa's bridle to worry about them.

Rather than take in the atmosphere and acclimatize himself to Talba's abode, Dasa was forced to skid and scuttle across the blood red, golden-tasseled carpets until they ended up at a massive set of double doors. In keeping with the theme, it was all a deep red wood with golden patterns and handle. She took out a key from...somewhere in her chest plumage...and opened the twin doors, allowing both to swing open. It was her personal quarters.

Dasa sniffed at the air and got a hint of mare-heat aroma, probably lingering from previous encounters. The familiar scent got him excited, so much so that he felt his nethers tingle as it was similar to a scent he was familiar with: Melodi.

Before he could truly take in the location, Talba grabbed at his bridle and snapped it to one of her bed posts, leaving him bound to it without the ability to move. He tried to yank at it and pull, but the bed post wasn't moving.

"Oh, you can struggle all you want, Dasa, that bed was designed with domination in mind. You are not going to get away from it no matter how powerful you think you are." She turned her back to him and raised her tail, giving him a clear look at her pink lips. She swished her tail and swayed her hips a bit to blow the scent directly at him as she opened up her closet; it was filled with whips, chains, binds, ropes, and various toys. Very unbecoming of a queen.

Dasa growled and violently yanked at the bridle and bed post, his powerful neck muscles tensing and flexing as he tried to dig paw and hoof into her carpet for leverage. When that didn't work, he wrenched his head to the side and tried to chew on the leather. Despite his concentration being focused on escape, the aroma that was wafting in the air around him kept his sheathe swollen and his cock tip poking out of it.

"You can stop with that nonsense, Dasa. You know it isn't going to work." She reached into her closet and pulled out a massive horse shaped dildo as well as a whip. "Now we're going to see if you keep up the charade, or if I need to truly break you the only way I know how." She walked over to him, tapping her talons against the ground with every step as she unfurled the whip, letting its tip drag along the ground.

He kept one eye on Talba, the other on the leather strap he was still trying to chew off. He jerked his neck to the side, hoping to tear it, to no avail. As she drew closer, he sidestepped around the edge of the bed to further hide from her.

"Poor dear. You are never going to chew through that leather; it's dragon-cured, which means you'd literally need teeth as sharp as razors to get through it. No, you're wasting your time. Now come here before I'm forced to use this whip." She cracked it once and stared at him, her steely golden eyes piercing into him.

Though reluctant, Dasa could feel that this might have been the time to start listening. That whip crack was loud and therefore quite startling. Melodi had never even threatened to use a whip. Still, he was bigger than Talba. He sidestepped back around the bed before trying to lash out at her in retaliation, only to have his attack stopped by the bridle that was still firmly latched to the bed. His snarls were matched by strands of saliva dripping down onto her red carpet.

Talba seemed to be unimpressed with his attempted display of dominance. She knew better than to fall for his tricks of self inflation. His fur was just that - fur. With a single swift movement, she dropped the toys and darted towards him, wrapping both hands around his muzzle to trap it shut, snapping the tip of his tongue between his teeth. In the same fluid motion, she tightened the bridle so it kept him form opening his mouth even an inch.

He whimpered and tugged at his tongue until it slipped from the trap of his teeth, slinking down. This was a completely unfamiliar situation to be in. He was never dominated. He was always the one in charge, and Melodi never did as much as threaten him, let along muzzle him and tie him to a post. A deep rage was clearly building up in him, as Talba could see the hateful glare in his eye as he chest maintained a low rumble of a growl.

She was not particularly impressed by his display. Strangely, she reached forward and grabbed at the bridle, holding him steady as she unlatched it from the bed post, letting him free. She did keep a firm grip to keep him from lashing out or darting away. She was on one knee, looking him in the eyes as he growled at her. She spoke softly, but with a certain firmness. "I'm going to take the bridle off you now. If you bite me once, you will regret it. Understand?" She never once broke eye contact as she reached around his neck to release the leathers that held the bridle in place.

The very moment he felt it slip from his skull, he lunged at her, mouth wide open and teeth bared.

Talba was expecting such an outburst. With him still in the air, she reached out and grabbed a collar with spikes aiming in, dodged his attack, and wrapped it around his neck in one quick motion, using the collar to flip him onto his back. Once he was prone, she stepped over him, lowering her rump onto his neck, female folds soaking his chin. "Now now, Dasa. That's not how you should be treating your new master." She gave his collar a tug, digging the spikes into his neck. "Not if you want some of her." She then reached between her legs and slipped a few of her fingers into herself, collecting some of her fluids to smear it on his nose.

Dasa was confused. His eyes twitched and his ears sagged on either side of his head as he sniffed at the pure concentrated scent that had been dabbed on his nose. His demeanor went from being aggressive to being a bit more receptive. His member swelled a bit in his sheathe, his tail slapping back and forth against her carpet.

"So I see. Sex really is your trigger, isn't it? She wasn't lying one bit. Alright then, let's see what you've got." She leaned back and turned around, still holding onto his collar as she reached out to his sheathe, patting it gently as she swirled her thumb in the tip. She could feel his member inside, throbbing and moist.

He couldn't help but buck his hips upwards, rubbing his tip into her palm as it slipped out from his sheathe for a second time. He let out a whimper as his eyes grew soft, eliciting a friendly aura.

Talba got to her feet, Dasa attempting a lick at her lips on the way. She laughed and let him get to his feet behind her. He was free to walk now without her controlling him, but she was quite certain he would do as she intended now that she'd made it clear she was in the mood. As she walked by the pole he'd been tied to, she undid the leash and carried it with her, folding it and holding it taut, snapping the two bands against each other as she did so.

Behind her, the massive devil-dog kept in tow, snout down low to get a steady stream of her scent directly from the underside of her tail. He was still much larger than he was, yet found himself a slave to her feminine wiles. Though angry and ready to rip her throat out just moments before, it was clear that she had him in the palm of her talons.

"Up." She commanded, pointing to her massive bed.

Dasa obeyed, hopping up, only to have her latch the leash to his collar as he did so.

"Now lay down."

Once again, he obeyed after spinning back around to look at her, his massive form almost too big for the bed. His front paws were hanging over the side as his tongue lolled out in similar fashion, the tiny puncture wounds from his teeth clearly visible. Strangely obedient.

"Roll over. On your back." She made a spinning motion with her hand.

He matched it, rolling onto his back while still looking up at her, tongue dangling out the side of his mouth as he sniffed at her. His snout was aimed directly at her pussy, so he tried to get another sample of her aroma.

"Stay." She commanded as she walked around the bed, picking up the massive horse-sized dildo and stepped up between his hind legs, straddling his tail with horse-cock in hand.

Dasa couldn't take his eyes off her, watching her intently as she moved around him to position herself between his hind legs. His thick tail wagged a bit between her legs, slapping against her inner thighs, the motion coaxing a thick stream of fluids to dribble over either side of it.

She reached down between her legs to cup her palm against her meaty vulva, collecting her fluids to smear them against the bulbed tip of the horse cock toy. She then repeated, but this time smeared the remaining bits of it against Dasa's tailhole, inserting a single finger inside him to moisten him from the inside out.

To her surprise, Dasa didn't jump or run away. He didn't bark or growl of snap at her. He spread his legs out wide and tensed a few muscles in his back to peel his tail away from his hole, further exposing the pink rim of flesh.

How convenient.

She clicked her beak in approval and smiled at him, a devious grin pulling up the sides of her beak. "Well then. Didn't expect that from you, Dasa. Thought you'd strictly be a top, the way Melodi speaks of you." She leaned into him as she spoke, slowly pushing the tip of the horse cock toy into him. With a sudden pop and lurch, it punctured his opening and slid with ease deep into him.

He could feel every bit of the toy's texture as he arched his back, laying his head flat against the other side of the bed, a gentle whimper escaping his lips. The sensations urged his cock to slowly but surely slip from its confines, bits of thin canine precum dabbing his belly fur. His toes curled and his thigh muscles tensed as she continued to push more into him.

The toy was massive, almost too big for Talba (almost), but just the right size for Dasa, who seemed to be enjoying it far more than she ever would have expected. She continued to push until another pop allowed the median ring to slip through, the thicker base stopping her from making it all disappear into his backside.

His body trebled, and he let out a pained squeak as the thickest part near the base of the toy stretched him out. He wasn't quite that stretchy, and it was starting to hurt. He curled his tail up to close himself off, but that just pushed the toy in deeper so he relaxed and looked down at Talba, paws on his chest as he practically begged her to take it out.

She was compassionate enough to know he was in pain, so she slowly pulled it from him, letting him savor every ridge, every simulated vein, every bump, and every last bit of texture it had before letting it rest with just the head inside. She watched as his muscles contracted around it, suckling it like a pair of lips, or winking vulva. She collected a bit more of her own natural fluids and smeared it down the length of the toy before pushing it back in as deep as it would go with one motion.

"Yelp!" Dasa let out a shocked cry as the toy burst into him. He could feel it worming through him to get comfortable, and his rump muscles spasmed in shock, but only for a moment before he felt her fingers at his flesh, a warm tingling feeling spreading through him to turn the pain to pleasure. He whimpered and cocked his head to the side, ears drooping in confusion.

Talba had her fingers laid flat against the shaft of the toy, as though she was about to slip her fist in next to the toy, an aqua-green aura seeping out from her fingertips. She was channeling some of her magical energy into him to keep him from being in pain. She wanted to punish him, but not hurt him. This worked best, and since he clearly liked being penetrated, she felt it was the best way to punish him without hurting him. With the toy almost entirely within him, she let go of it and let the ball-sack base rest on the underside of his tail, raising a finger to him, telling him to 'stay'.

Dasa nervously stayed put, not risking a single muscle movement for fear of the toy slipping out without warning.

She turned around and leaned over, raising her tail high as she rummaged through a chest on the floor of her closet. AS she was rummaging, Dasa caught a glimpse of her clit winking at him, a single strand of clear, gooey fluid dribbling down between her legs, which she caught with the shaft of another toy. It was a massive canine toy, with fully formed knot and everything.

With new dildo in hand, she turned around and smeared the bead of her lubricant all over it, ensuring even the knot was glistening with slick fluids. Once she returned to Dasa, she grabbed the base of the stallion toy and pulled it out with one wet squelch of a motion, leaving his tender, cherry pink rump flesh gaping and drooling the remnants of the lube she had applied. Before his tailhole could close back up, she pressed the tip of the canine toy against him and pushed in, keeping one hand pressed against the toy, the other aiming more of the aqua-green magic into him, keeping him malleable as she forced the knot in.

He howled out a bit as the wide bulges of the canine toy spread him wide. For a split second he felt like he was being torn apart, at least until the magic kicked in and dulled the pain. It was still uncomfortable as the lobes slipped past his opening and expanded within him, locking itself in place as she pulled her fingers from him, letting him feel the swell of the knot without the aid of her numbing magics.

"Now you know what it feels like, Dasa. To have a knot swollen and stuck inside you. Maybe now, you'll know how taxing it is for your rider to have that in her for so long." She gave the toy a bit of a turn inside him, forcing the bulbs of the knot to press against his prostate and rub against his slick walls. She felt his muscles contract and clamp down in protest, only to have her overpower him and continue to spin it, one lurch at a time, until it went a full turn and returned to its original position.

Dasa whimpered and writhed in position on the bed, pulling his rump away form her until he was facing the opposite direction. He closed his legs and tried to push the toy out, only to find it was firmly lodged in place and was not going to come out without her help. Desperate, he whined at her and tried to nuzzle her from his position on his back, begging her to end his discomfort. It wasn't painful, just a little uncomfortable.

Rather than obey his wishes, Talba walked around to the end of the bed and hopped up onto it, straddling his belly as she looked down at him. She grabbed at his leash and held it firm, the spikes on the inside once again digging into his neck, but it was clear he barely felt that, his focus seemed to be on the toy.

With him prone and whimpering, leash in her hand, she squatted down and pressed her rump cheeks against the opening of his sheathe, rubbing against it with her tail raised high. She glared at him with an intense stare, not breaking eye contact as she pushed down and rubbed herself against the tip that was barely poking out of the sheathe. The hippogryph mare continued to press her weight down on it until she felt it slip into her with the aid of their fluids.

"Mrrf?" Dasa was quite confused. A moment ago he seemed to be getting punished, yet now her tone and demeanor had changed, as though he was getting rewarded. Still, the feeling of her warm folds sliding over his length bit by bit was a sensation that overrode the discomfort of the toy in his rump. Her flesh stretched taut around him, proving that he was a bit too well endowed for her.

Regardless of her size restrictions, Talba had no problem forcing more of herself on him. It was a stretch, but she was slick as could be and her cunt was used to being stretched beyond limits - a sense of personal pride to her. To her, no cock was too much of a challenge, and this was no exception despite his shaft being as big as her thigh. She used her muscles and control to re-angle his cock so that it was pointing straight up ad she was sitting on it, putting all her weight on his cock as she tugged at his collar.

Still, he thrust up into her, adding a bit more force to it. He looked up at her with his paws folded up on his chest, tongue lolling out as his tail swayed and swung behind the both of them. His hooves clacked together in delight as he felt her pussy slowly enveloping him bit by bit, his cock tip piercing her deeper and deeper until he could see the bulge of it pressing against her abdominal wall.

She wanted to take his knot - she could feel the top of it pressing against her lips as it tried to slip into her. Sadly, there was no way to have that fully formed monstrosity slip into her without focusing an incredible amount of magical energy into her hip bones to give herself temporary reconstructive alteration. No, she didn't have time for that. Instead she felt she would try something else entirely.

With her lips pulsing and clit winking, she reached down with her free hand and pressed her palm against one of his lobes, sending a slight shock into it - just enough for him to be shocked and temporarily torn from his arousal - so that his knot would slowly deflate to normal girth. There was an audible sound of crackling electricity followed by Dasa's shocked response.

"Eep!" Dasa yelped as he felt the electricity course through his knot, his entire body tensing up, but his cock semi-deflating, knot returning fully to it's semi-bulged girth while remaining soft. Only his cock-bone kept it rigid enough to stay inside her.

With her newly allotted vaginal allowance, she pressed all her weight down against him, feeling his flesh compress and squish between her thighs to slip into her. She wiggled and turned back and forth until she felt it was comfortable. She winced a bit in pain as his cock tip punctured her cervix to lunge into her womb, filling her from pussy lips to her absolute depths, a massive bulge poking out from clit to ribcage.

Once he was fully inside her, she let out a long, drawn out sigh and closed her eyes, leaning back into it. She clenched her muscles in a massaging motion from lips to womb, sucking on his length as best she could. Her beak clicked idly with each motion as she felt his knot begin to expand within her, the pressure applied to her hip bones pulling the cock in deeper until all of it - sans the knot - was snugly fitted in her womb, the massive bulges pressing out against her vaginal walls.

Her lips winked and her clit peeled back to squirt bits of her fluid all down his chest, her rump and inner thighs pressing against his sheath as she flicked her tail to tickle at his balls. Once they were fully tied, she pushed on the bed to feel his cock tug on her from within. Once she was sure he was tied to her, she started clenching down on him once a second to coax what cum she could from him.

Dasa eyes were rolling back in his skull as he laid back on the bed, hips thrusting into her with every one of her contractions. His paws were once again folded up on his chest and his legs were splayed wide to ensure they didn't interfere with Talba's riding of him. Like a pup with his belly being rubbed, he couldn't be happier, as evidenced by his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

But he was surprised when she suddenly yanked on his collar and aimed his head to look right at her. She grinned her devious grin and stared him right in the eyes as she spoke. "Well now Dasa; now that we're fully tied and knotted together, I think it's about time you drop the facade."

"Mrf?" He cocked his head to the side, confused.

"Don't give me that nonsense, Mutt. I know you aren't what you appear to be. I know you're not some feral beast of a mount. I know you're smarter than that." She clenched her muscles tight around him and gave him another tug. "I know what and who you are. So tell me, why have you been harassing my sister?"

He stared at her, wide eyed. He didn't respond, not even with another idle hip-thrust.

"Well? Don't just stare at me. I want an answer. I know you can speak. If you don't want me to send some fiery heat deep into your ass, I suggest you speak up."

Still baffled, Dasa refused to speak.

"Very well." Right then and there, she leaned back - knot still firmly lodged into her cunt - and pressed her palm against the base of the knot toy, slowly heating it up using her magics. Within only about a half-minute, it got so hot it was nearly at boiling point. Fortunately for Dasa, he was immune to heat; in extreme instances he could even resist the pain of magma burns.

"How interesting." Talba mused. "You should be yelping in pain. That toy is, right now, hotter than boiling water, and you're not even squirming in malcontent. Further proof you're more than you appear. So cough it up before I DO find something to make you hurt."

Dasa opened his mouth as though to respond, but instead descended into a whimper.

"What was that?" She trailed a finger up behind the both of them to press it between his furred balls, zapping them with a powerful burst of electricity followed by a deep cold that made the fur freeze solid.

"STOP!" Dasa yelped, whimpering in pain as the cold threatened to solidify the flesh between his legs. "Please stop. Alright, fine!"

"What was that?" She prodded, still applying pressure and magic to his nether region. "You will have to elaborate, dear."

Dasa writhed in pain and pedaled his hind legs a bit, trying to keep his balls warm. He could feel his knot deflating within her, yet the pressure of her lips kept him inside. "I'm sorry, okay! What the hell is wrong with you Bi-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by her blasting another wave of electricity directly into his nuts. "Stop with the bullshit, just tell me why you've been such an insufferable cunt to my sister the last few months. I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from you. There are no thoughts you can keep from me."

He paused a bit as he recovered from the pain, still whimpering. Before she had the opportunity to zap him again, he confessed. "I just...thought I could get away with it. Far as she knew, I was just....well, you know. Lusty beasts get away with it, a horny stallion can mount all the mares he wants without worry of...this." He wanted to go on, but felt that was enough.

"Glad to hear it. Now, you're going to stop harassing my sister. You will continue to be a loyal steed to her, you will only demand sex when she wants it - preferably only when she;s in estrus - and if you want to maintain the illusion of being a feral beast, you'd best do as you're told."

He let out another long, drawn-out moan followed by a meek whimper. "Okay."

She tightened her grip on his collar. "What was that? And I am Miss Talba, if you are to refer to me as anything."

Reluctant, he fulfilled her demand. "Yes Miss Talba."

"Good, now you might as well enjoy what I have to offer, because I plan on using you quite thoroughly for the next month or so. Melodi won't be back for two weeks, and she won't be taking you back until she feels I have properly broken you. Be certain, you WILL be broken within a month. In the meantime, better get used to this."

With her declaration, she pushed down on his cock and continued her muscular massage until his knot returned to its full girth once more. They remained together until his knot finally deflated, once it did, he slept at the foot of her bed until the following morning.

Turns out he had quite a regimen ahead of him.