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"I'm sorry!! I REALLY AM!" Nipper yelped as the mare gripped his antler, forcing his head do the level of the strange black equine.

"I'm sure you are, but I don't accept apologies for being caught, I accept apologies when they're real." Kalan snapped out, her sharp white hooked fangs bared at him threateningly.

The strange demonic beast's red on red eyes stared at him without a hint of remorse or mercy in them, the faint pounding of the club had him shrinking back in an attempt to get back to those that were dancing and enjoying themselves. The mare in front of the buck was sleek and pure black from the tips of her ears all the way down to her tail tip, the light flicks of it moving and lashing with her anger. The cloven hooves should have made a unicorn, but there was nothing at all unicorn like about the creature that yanked his head down closer to be on a level with him, his breathing coming in short bursts as he tried to contain his fear. This wasn't just a casual angry mare that had caught him lurking in the bathroom stall of the women's restroom, it wasn't even one he knew except by reputation, it was the owner of the club itself. The creature who had designed a place made for sexual deviancies and pleasures behind locked doors, who ruled New Orleans with an iron hoof.

He had come here for just that, deviancy and delight, the towering edifice and dark building had enthralled him, as well as the reputation. It had been for fun, something new to try as he had gone into the primarily anthro establishment and found himself pushed into the crush of people. The buck was nearly overwhelmed by the size of the place, the people he found there, the sheer possibilities that had been awaiting him. It didn't help that he had also come with others who had more to drink than he had and a penchant for trouble. He could have gone down to the lover levels and examined the windowed rooms to let him peep into other's deepest desires, but instead he had let himself be dared into doing something even worse. His cell phone and a bathroom stall with his friends' urging, trying to snap pictures beneath the stall door to get candid shots. It had been naughty fun, but it hadn't hurt anyone, at least, not until his stall door had been open by a furious mare of renowned nature.

"Ma'am, I just.. I was just a bit drunk..." He stammered while she drew him away from the safety of the crowd, his head tilted down low to the ground, the yank and twist and jerk of his head. "I'm sorry. Please... I don't call the cops, I didn't mean anything..."

"Your phone would tell a different story, buck." The mare lifted her other hand, holding his phone as he was pushed further away, a few bouncers barely looking at him. "I have little tolerance for the privacy of my patrons being violated."

"But.. Wait.. You can delete them! Just-" He stammered, and then yelped as a door was pushed open by his own shoved body, nearly making him drop on his rump as his cloven hooves were tripped up.

The mare followed after him, her hips swinging a little bit as she closed the door soundly behind her, cutting off the sound of the club. She was tall and imposing, making him scoot back with his eyes going wide and a bit frightened. She wore a loose white blouse and a tight pair of riding pants that hugged her lower body, leaned forward slightly as she pricked her ears up high. He had heard about her, heard about the way that she handled her rule over the city and those that crossed her. The De Sade was an extension of her interests and pleasures, every part of it hand picked to shadow the interests of the creature that ruled over them.

"Delete them? Why should I delete them?" The mare purred and lifted her brow a little bit, stalking forward with a low laugh. "You would learn very little if I simply made them disappear, only that you might enter my club and behave in such a...distasteful manner without consequences."

"Not the police..." He spoke in a nervous voice, his tone dropping before there was another laugh, a rich whickering one before the tail flicked out to coil along his leg. "Please, ma'am, it was just a bit of harmless fun!"

"Then shall I have fun as well?" She asked, tilting her head a little bit, letting out a sudden rumbling laugh. "You know, my peeping buck, I cannot let you go with simply a warning. You have pictures on here of those I am rather fond of, and how am I to know you haven't already uploaded them to a cloud?"

"B-Because I haven't!" He stepped back again as the demonic creature gave a slight toss of her head, he let out a nervous bleat and jerked his legs back as she twisted her lips up in place.

"Well, then you should be glad that your punishment might only last a matter of days instead of months." Kalan reached out again, sliding her fingers around the smooth base of his antlers and squeezed, pulling him back towards her. "Since you enjoy lingering in ladies bathrooms so much, I do believe that you will be the newest feature in one of my locked rooms."

"Locked.. wait... WAIT!" He bleated out and his eyes bulged a bit, he knew about the locked room, they were the meat and bones of the club, bits of deviancies that were too dark for the upper levels or to be advertised to the general public.

"Oh don't worry, I have no intention of turning you into one of the slaves, no... something special for you." Kalan's smile was disturbing as she pulled him deeper into the club, her tail flicking and curling slowly, the light twisting movements almost mesmerizing. "I do hope you are as pretty beneath those clothes as you look in them.."

"WHAT?!" He yelped out, unable to stop himself, his heart leaping up into his throat., she didn't answer him, she only opened up a door that was lit with low blue lights that led down to a spiraling staircase... And the private domain of the mare that was intent on his punishment. "Please.... Please miss!"

"Keep that sweet tongue, buck, I do love a toy that knows how to beg..."

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Nipper found himself cast into a room that was disturbing in the fact that it was very like the bathrooms upstairs, done all in silver and black marble with a smooth tiled floor and a line of sinks along one side. There were mirrors and soft towels to wipe hands, there was even drains set right into the floor, but that was where the appearance of a bathroom ended. It was built with the size and shape of a large stall, the open area and walls giving hints that it might have once been a part of a stable, the size and shape, the faint scent of equine on the air were all making him nervous as the mare's long tail twisted along his ankle. The way down here had shifted from something outside of a fetish video into what had looked like the aisle of a barn. He had seen stalls, but the stalls were carefully closed off and mirrored so that he hadn't been able to look into them. The dark areas that he had gone through had passed into something lighter, the rare glimpse of twilight from outside had been seen at the far end of the building as he had been escorted.

The mare hadn't handled him roughly, or hurt him, her touch was firm and unyielding, refusing to let him go even when he squirmed about, but the only time it was near anything like painful had been when he yanked back. He didn't know why he was being brought here, he only knew that he was uncomfortably aware of the mare facing him and the firm touch on his body, making sure that he couldn't squirm away. His heart was in his chest, beating wildly, his breathing speeding up as her hand moved up to catch his chin and gave a gentle slide, her other hand going to the collar of his shirt. It was such a gentle touch, but her face wasn't gentle, it made him shrink back slightly as her finger nail hooked he button and pulled it free, the thing falling down with a clatter to the ground.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, his tone turning more nervous as the next button was pried off, letting his shirt slide open beneath her touch.

"Give you a limitless surprise of what you've been looking for." Kalan answered, her lips quirked up in a slight smile. "I've just recently expanded into a stable beneath the club, I believe you might be the very first attraction in it."

The shirt was pulled off with ease, he could have bolted, he should have, but he had no idea where he would have gone. The place was a labyrinth, he had lost count of the turns and twists he had taken as he had been led here. He stumbled a few more steps back before her fingers gripped the edges of his pants and pulled him forward again. The buck's eyes wide and shocked s she held him and gave a sudden pull, a drag that began to peel them off. It was outrageous, he didn't agree to this! He had never agreed to any of this and he tried to protest with a little bit of a push against her hands, but she pushed his hands away and spread his pants open with a firm tug that made him bleat out as his sheath was exposed and he tried to immediately cover himself.

"I... attraction, miss..." He stammered, his ears burning while the fingers ran along the edges of his sheath and trailed lower as his pants were peeled away.

She touched him lightly, just a brief caress that sent a shiver down his spine as she moved around him, her tail twisting slightly and trailing over his legs in an intimate brush. He felt trapped, confused, intimidated as the mare's hand slid down along the curve of his rump and the other hand released his antler after what felt like an eternity. Her breath was warm against the nape of his neck before the hand moved up to curl along the line of his chest and gave a firm squeeze, stroking downwards with a sweeping touching that trailed towards his belly. It shocked him, making his breath come out in a rush, a short rush as his nostrils flared open wide and something creaked behind him. Her body slipping forward to mold along the naked curve of his back, her hand pulling his head up higher in the air with his muzzle tilted up towards the ceiling.

The movement was strange and startling, making him try to put his head back down, but her other hand came into play and brought leather kissing along the side of his muzzle and cheek, causing him to squirm to one side to try and escape it. Her fingers gripped more firmly against his muzzle as dark leather slithered over his head and slid down towards the line of his head, giving a glimpse of what she was holding. It was a bridle, black polished leather and glittering silver buckles were pulled over him and pulled tight along his delicate little muzzle. The edge a wrapped rubbery ring pushed down against the tip of his nose, pinning roughly against the front of his lips, making him jerk backwards, pushing harder against the sleek mare trapping him. Her breath was hot in his ear, tickling and teasing over the edges as she guided his jaws open.

"Ma'am!" He called out, pleading before the hard ring was stuffed into his muzzle, muffling his voice, the bridle snapping down harder against him.

He tried to jerk away, turning his head about, shaking it back and forth wildly, only to have the ring pull further into his muzzle and spread his jaws open wider, the leather pulling behind his head while he gave it another little shake. The scent of leather was filling his nose while the harsher scent of leather clung to the air while the ring pushed over his tongue until he could wiggle it free. It jutted through the ring as he coughed slightly, a bit of drool running along his lower chin as the buckles were securely fastened and her hands caressed along the line of his cheeks. The little strokes danced over the edges, stroking and running towards his shoulders as he jerked around, struggling to get free, only to trip over his downed pants, swinging around until his reins were grabbed and pulled taut. His nostrils twitching, ears going down flat to his head as he muffled a noise of shock when the reins were pulled tight and he was left staring at the mare, his jaws spread open wide.

Her eyes were darker as she wrapped the rein tightly around her fist and pulled him in close, her other hand already reaching for something he had missed flung across one of the sinks. It was leather and steel, polished to a high sheen that caught the light. It looked like a horse harness, almost, there were too many straps and buckles, things that he'd never noticed on the equines that pulled carriages. He folded his ears down tight to his head while the mare grabbed the harness and pulled it free, the long edges swinging down towards the ground, jingling slightly as she displayed it for him, her hand refusing to release the reins on the bridle.

"Calm down, little buck, I thought this is what you'd come here to do?" She murmured, that rich purr mocking him before advancing on him.

He stumbled away from her, trying to get away, but she kept coming at him, using the reins to reel him back as he reached up and tried to unbuckle the bridle, but she was already there. The reins were pulled down firmly, dragging his head with it, the firm touch followed by a low voice that was soft and soothing, the words meaningless as she brought him to his knees. His hooves scraping against the ground as leather touched against his chest lightly, teasing against his nipples, brushing in a delicate touch that made him squirm and whimper out softly. He couldn't keep himself from making the noise, almost a bleat as he was forced low beneath the mare, her body looming above him before the harness slid over his shoulders.

The buckles were loose, but they didn't remain loose for long as she leaned forward and forced his muzzle right along her soft covered breasts. The touch was so intimate, his entire vision blacked out as his arms were brought back behind his body and pulled right against the small of his back. His fingers brushed against his tail base as a set of thick heavy cuffs that were wrapped around his wrists and pulled down tight and hard, the metal buckles felt cold and chilly as he did so. He tried to pull free, jerking his hands forward again, but she forced them down, the thick padded leather being worked around his wrists and snugged down tightly, making him shift his head against the plush ripe bosoms.

"You are wiggly, aren't you? Don't you think that you'll enjoy being a lovely little toilet for our newest room, won't you?" She murmured in his ear, hot and heady, flushing out a breath as she leaned back and pulled the buckles tight against his chest.

The pull made Nipper jerk a little bit as she leaned back and the heavy bands were pulled along the line of his shoulders and chest. They criss crossed over him, pulling over his pink soft nipples as she crouched down closer to the ground. Too late, he realized that his body was having its own ideas about how it felt to be treated like this. His cock was starting to push upwards into the air, sliding free of the sheath with a glistening of wetness rolling down along the tip. There was a slow dribble downwards over the edge, the wet stream running down towards his balls while he squirmed in place and shuddered, attempting to keep himself from growing harder, but it kept pushing up into the air while her fingers worked the buckles around him.

The long buckles were pulled up, sliding and caressing the nape of his neck briefly before she leaned down and pushed his legs apart, crouching down easily. She ran a finger right along the tip of his cock as she came further to his level, causing him to cry out, his entire body tensing and shivering, arching in the air as his cock pushed all the way free to rest against his belly. She didn't say anything, just traced along the line of his shaft with a teasing brush against the bunched up sheath. Precum bubbled up from the tip again while his cheeks burned in humiliation, jerking against the line of the restraints, squirming before the straps worked up and the mare began to wrap them against his upper legs. She rubbed beneath the pale hanging balls, the back of her hand stroking him as he dug his teeth into the hard rubber ring, breathing faster while a thick strap was wrapped around his thigh and lead straps were dragged back to hook against his bound wrists.

It was all working to hold him immobile, every turn was created so that he couldn't get back up even if she left him alone again, the tightened harness bound both upper legs while he struggled backwards. His breath came out in short heavy bursts as his shaft throbbed and quivered, hardening powerfully while his nostrils flared hot and wide, the mare's body so close against him. The gentle press rubbed against him lightly, her hand rubbing up right around the very tip of his throbbing cock to cause him to buck forward. The movement made him jerk and strain forward, pushing against the curve of the palm as he smeared his pre between her fingers, but it didn't remain there, the mare drew up again.

"Let's get that muzzle ready, shall we?" Kalan murmured and her hands reached up to grab his antlers and pulled his head back. "We can't have our newest toilet out of order."

_Toilet..._His cheeks were burning hotly in humiliation as his head was tilted until his throat curved, his head lifted high in the air.

The last few buckles that were resting against his back, flapping loosely, were pulled up and the metal clattered against his polished smooth antlers and small restraints were pulled down over the branching spread. He tried to jerk his head forward, but the harness was pulled tight as the mare only grabbed and pushed his head back again, drawing the buckles and leather straps tighter and tighter. The steady drags and pulls curved his neck backwards as his breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening while the harness was put into play, securing him to the point that he had no hope of breaking free, half a dozen of the restraining straps kept his head pushed back as a silent offering, mouth spread open humiliatingly wide.

The mare leaned up, slowly standing up with a flick of her long tail as her breath came in short bursts, ears splayed to either side as he was forced to look up at Kalan, Nipper's eyes wide and frightened. The stroke teased along the cheek, stroking oh so gently, rubbing towards the line of his chin, leaving him staring up at her, swallowing slightly, his throat contracting immediately as his tongue pushed up along the roof of his mouth, rubbing against the hard ring uncomfortably. The taste of it was sharp and strange, his breath erupting in a groan when the long tail flicked up and brushed right along the line of the jutting messy cock, leaving him tensed and shaking in place.

"Well take that ring out when you're ready to enjoy your new position, for now... Let's open the room to those who have looked forward to it, and begin paying me back for your little faux pas." The mare murmured soothingly, the voice a deep throaty rumble that made him swallow, gulping down a breath.

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When the door opened for the first time, a small pony came in with a flick of a dark shining chestnut tail. The edges trailed this way and that, dancing against the line of her haunches. The rusty red chestnut coat was bisected with a broad white blaze right along her head, trailing all the way down to her pink and dark lips that were quirked up in a smile as Nipper's eyes widened slightly. There was a little laugh, the sound of whickering merriment as a taller mare followed her, one that was dressed in draft gear, the heavy leather wrapping over the broad powerful body. She was heavier, a little plumper, broad shouldered and moved with an easy grace as her feathered hooves thudded against the ground with heavy hollow sound, causing him to jump a little bit as he folded his ears down flat to his head.

Kalan had left him here for what had felt like hours, though he thought it might have only really been twenty minutes or so, he had nothing to distract him at all, he was just trapped staring at the ceiling with his muzzle spread open and held there. His shaft eventually started to diminish in size, drawing backwards, some of it a relief that he wasn't humiliating himself any further, but that was his only real relief. The pair of mares were almost a welcome sight as he peered at them, trying to crane his head slightly as the little pony laughed at some joke and pushed her thick mane from her eyes, turning her head to look over at where he had been strung up in silent invitation to them. Heat ran along his face, burning his ears, realizing that they were looking at his naked and bound body.

"I think I want to try heading to the Elon next, I hear they've got a live band going on." The pony mare said to her friend, sliding her skirt up a little bit as she came forward. "They said that there would be drink specials."

"Haven't you had enough to drink?" The draft mare leaned against the sink, her short docked tail twitching along her pants, but Nipper's eyes were fixated on the pony who was lifting her skirt up to reveal a set of tight red panties.

They were pressed right up against the line of her soft plump mound, the folds pressed up tight against the soft silk as she stepped forward, leaving him staring at the line of the lips pressed together. They were slightly damp, the wetness leaving a darker line against the panties as she flicked the tail up a little bit higher behind her, stepping forward with a little clip clop noise. He couldn't look away, his eyes were locked on her before he jerked, leaning backwards, he nearly fell over, but the pony reached out to catch one of his antlers and blinked a little bit down at him. Her eyes fixated on him curiously as her other hand moved down and pushed the edges of the panties down, nudging them to show her lower belly and revealed a set of puffy pink folds that had been barely hidden.

"We can do that, but you've already had quite a bit to drink." The mare answered with a light whicker, the drafter's eyes were on them. "Maybe you should take it easy."

"Oh I'm not drunk, but it'll feel good to relieve myself." The chestnut one gave her head a little bob and buck. "Really, Merla, it'll be fun."

As she was talking, Nipper's head was pulled forward. He made a noise, a throaty protest when his head was forced down closer towards the ground, more on her level instead of just a bit too high. The harness allowed him that much, but the way his antlers were harnessed back, he had to struggle to get comfortable again as she stepped forward, nestling closer, the bare edges of her thighs brushing the bridge of his muzzle. He had no idea what to do, he was trapped, fixated in the moment of what was happening to him. He was ready to squirm away, but she kept him still as the damp lips kissed along his nose and then slid down, guiding his open mouth neatly, right where it belonged.

The soft dusky folds pushed against his gagged muzzle, the hard rubber ring pushed his lips up against them, meshing over them as the little mare let out a bit of a shiver and wiggled her hips in close. The sleek soft inner lining pressed against his tongue as he panted shallowly, tasting the scent of mare on the air as she reached out to grip his antlers, keeping him held still as his black padded nose was pushed right up against the button her tender clit. He was burning hot with a mixture of emotions, arousal and fear, embarrassment and need as she ground her hips a bit more firmly and pushed hard enough that his tongue was lining between the soft folds and she was nearly seated on his tilted muzzle. Kalan had kept him so tightly bound that he couldn't even pull away as he looked upwards.

"OH... oh he's a warm little toilet, isn't he?" The pony whickered in pleasured shock, grinding again as his tongue was nestled right up against the tiny opening of her urethra. "So much better than those awful cold ones."

Toilet, that word again, but she didn't just make it a word. She made it a reality as the mare's body tensed a moment before the tiny little opening send out a hot stream of mare piss rushing into his muzzle. She pushed down hard enough that his lips were cupping around her tear shaped mound, suckling it as the stream flushed through his forcibly opened maw and the hot sharp bite struck his senses. He swallowed, it was immediate, he didn't even think as the liquid poured down his muzzle and he was either going to drown in it or gulp it down, the hot bitter taste flowing down his throat as he worked it down, his eyes closing. The rich scent of pheromones and warmth coating his muzzle as she bore down. It was no little trickle, no demure attempt to release just a little, but a powerful jut.

It bubbled and churned on his tongue, foaming and shocking, coating the roof of his mouth and he unwillingly felt himself responding. The scent was unique, so strange, his heart beating rapidly against his throat, hammering as he swallowed again. His tongue pushed up and nudged against the urethra, hearing the little mare squeal excitedly before another stream pushed out again and slathered the back of his throat. Another swallow, the heat was rushing down him, pouring through his throat, spreading down along his belly and heating up his lower belly, making it harder to ignore as his cock began to push free of his sheath, slipping out. The tip glistening wetly as his lips flexed and the hips pushed and ground herself against him, his breathing came out in a hot pant, backwashing the arousing scent of heat into his muzzle.

He was pounding, his heart beat was roaring in his ear, flowing over him, refusing to give him any quarter, he had no other thoughts except the fact he felt as if he were about to explode. He wanted her, he wanted more of her touch as his cock stiffened and extended out to give a few quivering pulses and throbs against his belly. The dribble and smear of the precum ran down further down along his lower belly, coating and matting the fur down. His breath came in a burst, stroking out, trying to lap at her soft heavy folds with a powerful roll, straining his tongue out. The hips gave a little twist and shift, making him lap out harder, pushing and slathering between the plump vulva as he heard her let out a shivery breath.

"Oh self cleaning..." Merla, the draft mare, laughed. "But you can't just loiter, I need a chance too."

"Oh..sorry.." The pony shivered and pulled back, a wiggle and shift, pulling away and leaving his tongue coated and messy, his breath huffing wildly. "I guess I'm just enjoying it a little too much."

Nipper let out a muffled little bleat, shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he opened his eyes again, staring at the glistening mound that moved away. He could taste her, it wasn't leaving him swaying slightly as she reached down and wiggled back into her panties again, removing the arousing sight of her mound from his wide eyes. He couldn't believe he'd just done that, he was swaying slightly in his attempt to regain his balance, every breath a little too fast, humiliated by the fact he was showing his arousal plainly along his belly. He couldn't stop it, it was confusing and embarrassing, his chest rising and falling, every little gasp another mark of his humiliation as the draft mare approached.

She was larger in every way, bulky and heavy looking, but not in an unattractive way. She was lovely, with full heavy breasts and a spread of her hips that was broad spread to show the sweep of her belly. Her dappled grey on silver coloring made her look bolder and made him think of steel or iron, but she was far softer than that. Something that he was staring at as she undid the button of her jeans and continued to chat at her friend as she did so. Neither one of them talked to him or commented at what he was doing save for talking in generalities, he was little more than furniture to them. It made him squirm, shifting while one of Merla's hands moved down to catch his antler and guided it up higher in the air. He was stretched out, head pulled back a bit further as she spread her pants open and began to wiggle them down.

Her panties were a smooth blue color, he saw only a flash as the push that ran down along her jeans and drew them lower. The curve of her inner thighs filling his vision as he tried to spy on her, he couldn't keep himself, his cock was throbbing and beating, the precum drooling constantly from his tip while he let out a shallow burst of noise. He couldn't help himself, the dark folds that were exposed were thick and full looking, tear shaped with the lips pressed together tightly and his head was drawn in closer. He should have jerked away, been ashamed and horrified at what they were doing, but he wasn't, he was being guided beneath the edge of her legs and his soft lips pressed forward.

Unlike the pony, the draft mare's folds were larger and heavier than the little mound, his lips didn't quite wrap around them, but he was still pulled in tight. His tongue pushed out, he did it automatically, thoughtlessly, scooping up in a stroke that pushed between the plush outer lips and dipped inwards. He was rewarded with a little gasp and arch of the hips, the press that drove the dark black nose right up against the plump little clit. He ground himself there, rubbing back and forth, puffing out in a hot burst and then swallowed down a groan as the hips pushed down harder. His breath coming in a catch as the mare bore down against him.

There was no escaping it, only part of him really wanted to escape it, and that part was silenced as the draft mare's body released itself into his mouth. He was startled at the dribble, it wasn't a hard stream, but a shy trickle. It ran along his lips, trailing over the edges and then along his tongue, just enough to wet it down while he sucked in a breath and let out a blasting breath. The wetness sliding deeper as he licked out, nestling right against the opening of the urethra, twisting and curling just a delicate little press. The dribble turned into a sudden spurt, a sharp sweet rush that shocked him, the bitter taste faint, not at all like the first mare.

For the first time in his life, Nipper realized that there were different flavors to the urine coating his muzzle, shocking and strange, but he licked out again. The sudden stream that pushed inwards into his maw was swallowed down, the flavoring lingering with a sweet juices of her body. He curled his tongue up, his ears going hot red, he didn't know why, but he was cupping his tongue to form a furrow that sent the stream of piss rushing down the line of his throat, streaming deep inside of him and was swallowed. He hesitated, his hot flushed cheeks growing warmer before he pushed forward and began to swallow, pressing his lips against her. It shouldn't have been as lovely as it was, but there was no help for it.

Merla's hand reached down and caught his antler, her conversation about the band playing at the other club was stopped as she pumped her hips with a slow shift and rock forward. The hot stream sent out a rush that he had been waiting for, a stream that escaped her and coated deeper inside of his muzzle. He swallowed it, but he didn't have the tight seal he had on the pony mare. Instead, there was a spill of wetness that poured right along the edges of his jaw, trickling down and running down towards the line of his cheeks. The sharp scent exploding in his nose while his cock flexed again, pulsing and leaping up again, the wet patch growing by the moment. He felt as if he were on fire, the need embarrassing, but it wasn't something eh could hide, nor did he try to hide it.

The heavy stream started to dry to a trickle as her hips shifted, making his tongue immediately push out and scoop out with a rush that ran up in a smooth stroke. He slathered the moist cunny with his tongue, lapping outwards, rubbing and gathering the taste greedily, trying to swallow down every last taste that lingered on his tongue. He puffed shallowly, his breath rising and falling as she pulled away, and he tried to follow her. He strained forward, extending his tongue and scooping out a little bit, but it didn't remain there, not as she pulled away with her lips glistening wetly and her hand released his antlers.

Nipper's head dropped a little, shaking and panting shallowly while the draft mare pulled her pants up neatly, letting out a few little sounds of need. The pair of mares continued talking, ignoring him as he tried to get forward, but was only left there and staring with wide eyes. Neither of them glanced back at him or made a comment as they washed their hands in the sink, turning away from him with a lathering of soap that built up. He swallowed, the taste spreading over his tongue, gasping out a little bit and then swallowing before they left him, the door opening and shutting with a resounding click. He was left there, hard and needy, tasting the combined flavors on his tongue and confused with his own hot arousal.

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It was a day, Nipper knew it was a day, or maybe two, but it had felt like forever since he had been brought here. Mares had come and gone, several of them quite happily using his muzzle to relieve themselves, others just coming to chatter and wash their hands, but none of them spoke to him. The only thing he knew was that he was uncomfortably interested in what was happening to him. He wasn't trying to struggle free, the tastes mingled on his tongue, sweet and salty, bitter and watered down, he was able to tell the difference by the end. He wasn't comfortable with that, but at the same time he couldn't keep himself from growing firm each time they came to him. No one talked to him, or really about him, he was just another part of the room for them, one that they could relieve themselves into.

He was only given attention when a filly came into the room to loosen his bonds to let him sleep, the wordless servant was quick and easy, pulling the ring from his muzzle and letting him relax before she settled him and left. Not a single word, just a few touches before he had been allowed to sleep. There was no bath for him, he had only been untied enough to allow himself to be comfortable, but not so much that he was able to touch himself or ease his aching arousal. The next day another servant had come, a fox, and bound him back up with a few pats and shifts, using a set of leather straps that hung from rings in the walls to make sure that he would remain upright before the day began. He had even been fed, after a fashion, the thick milk shake had been savory and not sweet, but it had filled him up.

_How long does she want to keep me here? _ He thought and shifted a little bit, making sure that his aching muscles were stretched out so they didn't cramp. The movements, at least, were helping to relax him as he let out a few short huffs.

He was in the middle of leaning forward, letting the harness take his weight so he could ease some of the ache against his shoulders, when the door opened again and a short girl bolted into the room. She was dark inky black colored, her two legs splashed in white as she looked around with sly little eyes and glanced this way and that as she closed the door soundly behind her. Nipper blinked a little bit, the girl was small and slighter, certainly not the mature females that had come in here before, she seemed to be a bit too leggy and lean. Late teens at the very oldest, making him squirm a little bit uncomfortably, looking towards the door questioningly. Before, they had all been obviously older, or at the very least his age, but the girl didn't look like she was old enough to be out of high school. His ears fell back and he jerked his head further away as she came up and was already tugging at the edge of her skirt.

The dark little mare grinned, for the first time, he was actually given eye contact, though she didn't say anything as she flipped her skirt up and showed off a pair of soft blue panties. They helped lend more of an air to her youth as he swallowed and tried to move his tongue inside of the hard ring, but it barely stirred as the girl came closer to him and he squirmed uncomfortably. She was quite short, shorter than the rest, short enough that his head was more on a level with her mid belly than other places, but she seemed to know what to do. Her lovely little face was lit with a naughty smile, as if she were quite well aware of the fact she were doing something she shouldn't as his head was forced downwards, the straps tightened so that he was hunched over, leaning towards her and the soft panties that were being wiggled down.

He tried to give another little pull back, but the straps were tight and unyielding as his nose was soon nestled right up against soft cotton panties. He let out a hot breath, feeling the girl shivering a little bit in reaction as she hiked herself up on the tips of her hooves and guided his open muzzle right up past her panties until he was dipped right down against the soft plush folds. He puffed out another hot breath, panting it out shallowly and tasted the sweet fresh scent of the filly as she nestled herself forward eagerly. He knew what she wanted, he hesitated a little, visions of police looming in his head for being so close to what was likely a teenagers ripe mound, but the urge won out. The urge made by the sweet full folds and the wetness that was hinting right at the tip of his tongue.

He pushed his tongue outwards with a slathering stroke, pushing upwards to stroke right against the outer edge as she pushed forward. The quivering little mound was pushed between his lips firmly, sliding forward while he let out a hot breath and heard the sudden whicker above him and shivering squirm. She was pressing against him so his saliva was coating her outer lips before pushing forward, his lips soon spread and cupping all around her. It was small and delicate feeling, the press pushing against him with a grind that pushed the folds open wider and soon his tongue was pushing between the little vulva and the filly squirmed, settling herself down until she was nearly sitting on his muzzle before she relaxed and let go.

Nipper's eyes snapped open wide at the trickling stream, the shy dribble that nearly immediately turned into sudden spurt. Her thighs were quivering against him as the sharp sweet taste filled his senses, slightly stronger than he was used too, but it trickled down the back of his tongue as he swallowed and began to suckle along her muzzle. He pushed forward harder as the stream turned back into a shy trickle that ran down along the back of his throat. He gulped and swallowed, suckling it down, sliding his tongue past the ring as he forgot her dubious egg and pushed out along the opening of the tiny urethra and stroked it, pushing and swirling over the edges as the next burst erupted from her.

He closed his eyes, ears falling back against his head, working to suckle along the taut little tear shaped mound, his breathing coming out in short heavy bursts. Every one built up before he was suddenly given another stream, throat bobbing up and down, eyes squeezed tightly shut with a low heavy groan. His tail began to flick back and forth rapidly as he savored the taste spreading through his mouth, it was sharp and sweet together, the slight hint of bitterness barely tasted as the filly's hips squirmed and shifted. The steady stream of wetness ran backwards into his throat, he suckled and gulped, running his tongue out, but when he did and caught along the little opening, the stream spread and erupted all along his tongue, running towards the back of his throat, his breath coming in a shudder as he did so.

He suckled it out greedily, his throat bobbing a little bit as his breath came in bursts, slathering his tongue up. When he did so, he was rewarded with the little noise coming from the filly as the last dribble was caught on his extended tongue. He pushed up, cleaning her, slathering his tongue in slow rolling movements, trying to get them cleaned of even the taste of the urine. She squirmed and arched a little bit, giving a push down and a rock back, a slow press that moved his tongue up towards her clit. He jerked a little in shock, but didn't hesitate to rub his tongue up against the snug little pearl. The rub and stroke swirling around as it started to grow stiffer and swelling as he attended her body, swirling and running upwards in a darting flick that scooped up against her.

She was pressing hard against him, letting him sample the brush of wetness along the edges, his breathing came in short heavy bursts, blasting the rich sweet scent of filly on the air. She was growing wetter by the moment, but it wasn't like the watery stream of urine, it was thick and viscous, it clung to his tongue. She reached down and gripped his antlers, holding tightly while his cheeks were flushing hotly as his body was warmed with arousal. His cock was so hard it was painful, the twitches and throbs running over him as he lavished attention on her. His earlier doubt was forgotten as the filly let out a shrill little noise, her wet arousal coated against his tongue messily, sweet and making it hard for him to think.

"My my, the word I've heard is that you are quite the attraction among my mares." Kalan's voice entered the bathroom and stopped the moment entirely as the filly squeaked and jumped. "And here I find you with one of the girls. Perhaps I should have found an age limit..."

"Sorry!" The filly squeaked and jumped away, Nipper was left with his head tilted up, mouth wet, open and damning.

"Off you go, girl, it's not fair to use this room without permission, especially during the early afternoon." Kalan didn't sound angry, she sounded amused as the little filly bolted from the room. "And as for you.. you should have known better."

_How could I have known better?! _ Nipper thought furiously and tried to send that look to her, but the dark mare was advancing on him, looking him over.

"Aren't you an eager little buck." She murmured and fingers reached to brush along his jaw, hooking right along the side of the bridle with a short tug and yank. "And here I thought you would be sobbing to be allowed for all this to stop."

"Please.." He gasped out as the ring was pulled from his mouth, he was able to close it, his body shaking a little as he panted, licking his lips, tasting so many strange flavors that his shaft pulsed in reaction. "Can I go?"

"So soon?" Kalan's brows raised a little. "I suppose you will have to prove that you're ready to leave, show me that you're willing to make amends for your sins."

"How?" His voice was rough sounding, but he managed it as he shifted and the mare began to readjust his harness.

She was so close to him, he felt his muzzle salivating with thinking of her, his entire body tensed and shaking slightly with barely contained need. He wanted her, he wanted her in a way that was humiliating, but his pride had frayed so much over the last few days that he barely had anything left. She didn't even give him so much of a sensual touch, just a tug and pull, a slide and movement that pulled the leather tight and let his head lift up higher in the air. The gentle hands guiding him as he worked his jaws several times before Kalan stood up and ran her palm right along the curve of her cheek, rubbing upwards with a light rub, the slow caress making him press against her. Nipper's body relaxing against her as she regarded him with her lips quirked up in a smile.

He didn't understand how he had been brought to this point, he was uncomfortably aware of the fact that his body was flushed with need that made it hard to think. He didn't seem to be able to make his mind work, his body work, it had it's own thoughts going on that were making him shake in place. His breathing rose and fell rapidly while he looked around, trying not to stare at her as she stepped back away from him, leaving him with the lingering feel of the fingers that had been along the line of his muzzle. What was she doing to him? Turning him into?

"One last mare, my dear buck, and then you'll be free..." The way Kalan said it sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn't get a chance to contemplate what it meant, because she was already moving and turning.

The lean dark mare went to the door and opened it, but she didn't leave, she simply reached over and unhooked the side door that had remained closed eve since he'd been here. It swung open wide, much like a barn door and revealed the open hall again that was so reminiscent of a stable. Today it was more than reminiscent of a stable, it was a real stable complete with a groom and a horse that was idly tugging at a lead clipped onto it's halter. He blinked, it was.. unexpected as the little buck shifted in his restraints, watching as the horse snorted and tossed it's... her.. head again, stomping and prancing backwards when the door was firmly latched out against the back wall. The dark mane flopped along her eyes lightly and hooves shifted, scraping and clopping loudly.

He didn't know horses that well, but this one was obviously a well bred horse when compared to the farm horses he had seen in the past. She was sleek and as black as Kalan was, a color so dark there were blue highlights in the overhead lights. Her mane fell down far past her shoulder, all the way towards her knees while her tail was equally long and thick looking. Her body wasn't heavy like a big draft horse, though she had a fringe of feathering running down along her lower legs and right above her hooves. She was compact and strong looking, her chest and stomach spread open a bit wider than normal, swollen looking with a glimpse of what appeared to be teats jutting out just between her hind legs, strangely bigger and heavier than he thought a horse should look like.

"Easy.. easy.." Kalan ran up to the mare, stroking fingers along the regal soft nose, the soft murmur kind and gentle sounding. "This is Astra, she's your last challenge, you have been quite... eager with your work, but this will be a new challenge entirely for that muzzle."

"A... sh-she's a feral mare.." He stammered, his voice picking up a little bit, almost breaking.

"And yet you're still sitting there quite eager and hard, aren't you?" Kalan tilted her head back as she took control of the lead. "You have interesting taste, little buck, I had expected to hear you sobbing and crying all night, but I think your only protest is you haven't been able to relieve yourself yet."

"I.. that's not really true." He swallowed as the mare was led into the room, her large body crowding the stall-like bathroom as she twitched her ears up.

"But not really wrong." Kalan responded and stroked a hand right along the line of the neck, stroking with a gentle caress that made the mare shift nervously, stomping and pricking her ears up as she considered the strange bound buck. "Let us see what the lovely ladies of my stable have taught you, what you have learned.."

The mare was pregnant, he realized that belatedly, the way the black belly was drooping down and forming a low hanging drop clued him in, but it was truly the swell of the udder that was drooped down between her hind legs. The nipples were thick and jutting out to either side as it appeared as if they were bloated with milk to the point they were about to explode. He didn't know what to do, but as she moved closer he tried to pull back. The restraints kept him close as the mare was turned about neatly right in front of him, though she wasn't turned so far around that she could have kicked him in the chest without thinking. Her tail swished and turned lightly, the little movements sending the long hairs brushing against him, bringing with her the warm sweet scent of mare filling the air, feral mare, sharper and wilder than the others that came to visit him here.

Kalan was neat and efficient as she moved her hands down to brush along the line of the thick curved neck. He watched nervously, but it was a brief watch, when his eyes were drawn towards the dancing tail at the feral mare's haunches. It was moving lightly, but constantly, flashing the underside of it so that he had a glimpse of large heavy tear shaped folds peeping out at him. He couldn't stop himself, he had never really looked under an animal's tail closely, and now he was given a close up view to the heavy thick folds, the glimpse of pursed lips pressed together just above the thick dark pucker. It was silky soft looking, the fine hairs velvety and sleek, and soon he was given an even better look as the dark heavy tail was lifted up.

Kalan had tied off the lead and was working to hook a set of hobbles onto the back legs as Astra snorted and twitched her ears back. The mare didn't seem to be afraid or objected, she simply seemed relatively annoyed at the fuss while her tail snapped up and down. The long hairs snapped against his nose, making him sneeze and caused him to shake his head a few times. Once her legs were hooked up, Kalan shifted the large four legged mare to swing around, the haunches soon aimed at him entirely and giving him a close look at the full teats and udders. Kalan shifted behind the mare to guide the long heavy tail to one side, leaving him blinking a little bit. She was easily able to pull it to one side, pinning it down right along the haunches so that every inch of her loins were visible to him.

"Open wide, little buck, you don't want to make a mess when you've been so terribly good at keeping this place clean." Kalan's amused voice brought the heat rushing to his ears and cheeks.

The tail was kept out of the way as the mare teased her hands right back along the mare's hind legs, right down towards the back of the knee. He didn't know what she was doing, only that the pinches had the mare shifting and stomping, tugging at her lead to peer back at her own haunches. The strange fae mare worked her touch upwards, the pressured squeezes and pulls made the haunches tense a little and then relax as Kalan kept sliding upwards with a steady stroke towards the plush heavy mound. Nipper's ears remained folded back against his head while he let out a few little noises, unable to look away as his eyes kept fixating on the dark black folds above him, seeing how they winked as Astra was continually teased.

It soon became apparent why the mare was doing it and what was happening, the sight of the lips flexing gave him a hint and he realized that he wasn't being bound up to press his muzzle to her mound the way he had with the other females. Instead, he was nearly a foot under her loins when the mare hunched her hips down and tried to flag her tail up before straining, the folds opening up and a sudden hot golden stream erupted out of the soft lips and sprayed out in a powerful rush that coursed down towards his muzzle before he could stop it. He didn't have his mouth open in time, instead it trickled right over the pad of his nose before he jerked his head up high enough and opened his maw up wide as the mare piss ran right down along the pad of his tongue and rushed backwards.

It was heavy and rich, sharp tasting and making his breathing come in shivery little bursts, tasting the stream that was assaulting him before he could stop it, he didn't want to stop it. It was so different, the rest of the mares had had their own flavor, but this was something harsh and primal, as it streamed into his maw. His entire body tensed up, shuddering as he swallowed, but he no longer had the gag in his muzzle and when he swallowed his mouth closed and sent the stream rushing along his chin and chest. The scent was like nothing else in the world, his breathing came out in short ragged noises before opening his mouth to gulp down another mouthful. There was so much! It was more than he could easily handle, he could just work his lips and throat, swallowing and tilting his head up high as the mare kept the stream up without a single hesitation or shy dribble. He could have probably ducked away and saved himself, but he didn't, he didn't even understand why he didn't, but it was a animalistic urge that surged beneath the surface with brutal desires.

His breath was trembling out, his tail flicking down along his rump cheeks as the stream began to slow down, turning into a dribble as his muzzle was entirely soaked in it. He could feel it rushing down along his chest and trickling lower, the wetness spreading along the curve of his belly while his eyes closed down, his tongue flickering out to lick and clean his muzzle. His breathing was ragged, body throbbing and pounding with his rapid heart beat before his eyes slid open again to see the dark folds above him winking to clean themselves, flashing the bud of her clit. The harsh hormone laced taste spreading over him until his cock started to throb and beat against his stomach eagerly, he wanted more, he needed more, he couldn't believe his own mind and thoughts, but they were there. He couldn't escape them even if he wanted too, he felt as if something inside of him had snapped.

"My..." Kalan spoke up, her voice mildly surprised. "I thought I would be listening to you protest through it all."

"I.." He stopped, refusing to say anything to excuse himself, what could he say? There was nothing he could come up with that would excuse what he'd done, he didn't even understand it himself.

"I suppose this means you're free." Kalan shifted, crouching down beside him, the mare's eyes glittering slightly as she reached out to trace along the edge of one of his ears. "Your punishment is over."

The words should have brought relief to him, he should have been leaping up and fleeing as swiftly as he could, but he wasn't fleeing, he remained frozen as she began to unhook his harness. The leather loosening against his chest, letting him feel the damp spots where the mare's urine had covered him, that arousing scent making it hard to remember just why he should have been fleeing. Kalan was so close to him as she freed his antlers, unhooking them one by one, making him feel a pang of loss that he couldn't describe or understand. It was beyond him, all he could do was swallow, gulping down a breath as the next buckle was undone.

"Of course... Far be it from me if you choose to return." Kalan whispered softly in his ear, a strange mix of promise and threat both that sent his heart leaping into his throat. Nipper jerked his head up and down, not trusting his voice or what he might answer with. The mare had opened an entire world to him, one he had never known he lusted after.