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"Ow!" came the snarl from Sasha as her hide was pinched. "Be careful would you?" The pearlescent female huffed and rubbed the sore spot.

Cal's laugh whispered over her neck, the obsidian black male brushing his lips over her neck slowly. "Apologies, although are you sure this will fit?" Fingers ran over the tops of her outfit to straighten them before he gently worked to secure it along her back.

A low hiss bubbled up her throat, but it was from more annoyance than anything else. "It was fitting last week. I doubt I've gotta that much bigger since then." A hand fell to swell of her stomach. No more than a dozen or so weeks along. She was already noticing the changes in her body. Thankfully she'd managed to avoid morning sickness for the most part. Although, if the tales she'd heard were true, part of that was thanks to Cal and his, um, assistance.

His larger hand slid over hers to caress her baby bump. "It feels a little larger." Lips brushed over her neck before his words rolled over her in the gentlest of purrs. "Are you sure about tonight? We could just take this off and go relax."

Sasha closed her eyes and leaned back against his broad, strong chest. A gentle purr tickled around her throat as she just soaked on his warmth for a moment. Truth be told, she as more than a little nervous about this. Her outfit went out of its way to expose her belly. When she'd picked it up her stomach had been nice and flat, but now? The dark lines only seemed to draw attention to that swell. Over the last couple weeks she'd taken to wearing tops that were a bit loose. This would be the first time she was outright exposing it for everyone to see. More than that, she was just about drawing attention to it. Oh it'd be so easy to just ask him to go home and relax. But she knew if she did that then it'd be months, if not years, before they did this.

"I'm sure. Just be a little gentler, would you?"

"Hadn't heard you say that before. Usually it's Harder Daddy or something like that."

Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, "Shut up." Cal growled playfully and bit down at her shoulder, teeth scraping bare flesh. His hands swept up along her exposed front to cup her breasts. Sasha gasped, arching against his powerful chest when those devious fingers pinched her nipples. Bastard knew her breasts were more sensitive. Never should have told him that.

Teeth grazed flesh as he worked his way up her neck. "What was that?"

Oh fuck, she could feel her thighs shaking as he worked her over. Both hands playing with her breasts now as he planted bites and kisses all over her neck. The cherry on top was the steady grinding of his sizable bulge against her backside. Legs shook as the dragoness bit back the softest of whimpers. Her hand slipped back to rest on his waist. Body pushing back as her tail drifted over his hip. She breathed out a gasp, "Sh-shouldn't we save this?"

Cal ran his thumbs over her pink, peaked nipples before letting his hand whisper down her front and brush over her thighs ever so lightly. "Mmm, good point. Don't want to have desert before we even start." He kissed her neck lightly and began to work on the harness more.

Strips and pieces of leather criss-crossed over her chest and between her breasts. Now these were a little tighter. It wasn't going to cut down on her breathing or break free at some inopportune moment.

Fingers ran under the straps as Cal secured them. "Not too tight?"

"A little, but it's okay." She arches and pushed her chest out, feeling the straps as they pulled tight. Sasha held the pose for several seconds before relaxing, "Yeah, they'll be okay." She leaned into him for a moment and just breathed as he adjusted the harness straps to lift her breasts.

"Boots or gloves next?"

"Boots."

Cal stroked over her neck before stepping over to the bag. While he dug out the two boots, she took a moment to look over the room again. It wasn't what she'd expected when he said they were going to a changing room. It was a cozy little room. About the size of a large walk in closet. It was enough room for the pair of them to get their clothes changed, having a nice padded bench for them to sit on. Which she sat on the very edge of right now as Cal got the boots and knelt before her.

He smiled as he ran a hand over her calf, "You know you don't have to perch on the seat. They keep this place spotless."

Cheeks flushed as she stretched her leg when he coaxed her to. "I've never been to a bondage club. I don't know how clean they are or aren't."

"Wouldn't bring you anywhere that I didn't trust." He smiled up at her as he eased one of the boots up her leg. "I've been coming here on and off for a bit. Well, before you moved in. Had to get you all settled first and see if you were actually interested in the lifestyle and not just caught up in it all."

Toes flexed and leg shifted as the boot was slipped along her leg. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as she reached down to stroke over her belly. "Yeah, we have been pretty busy with a lot of things haven't we?" Imagine their surprise when they'd learned that not only hadn't his mom legally married her dad, but that his mom had been half-hoping they'd end up together. Well, hard to tell if she'd been wanting that, but she had a bet running on whether or not they would. And finding her son balls-deep in her step-daughter was a surefire way to win that bet. So while what she and cal had done wasn't technically wrong, it certainly still felt that way from time to time.

She watched as he started to lace up the boot. They reached up her mid-thigh and were very similar to high heels, just minus the heel. But thanks to the wide, hoof-like bottom of it, there was a platform for her foot to rest and balance on. It wouldn't be comfortable for every day wear, but she'd been practicing with it over the last couple weeks here and there. Things were a bitch to learn to walk in at first.

A second boot joined the first. Cal's fingers stroking up over her inner thighs in a way that made her cheeks flush as a moan slipped from her lips. She leaned back on the bench, stretching her leg out towards him. He breathed out a rumbling purr as his lips brushed over her bare thigh. Planting the smallest of kisses over her hide while his fingers danced over her thigh. Just those little touches and kisses made her privates flush. It was bad enough that she had been looking forward to this for weeks now, but now he was teasing her like this? Oh she was gonna make him pay for it later.

With both boots secured, he smiled and gave her hip a stroke. "Mmm, part of me wants to just have my way with you hear then go home."

Her cheeks flushed, "What's stopping you?"

There was something in that obsidian dragon's smile that sent a shiver racing down her spine. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He looked into the bag, "Mane, mask, or gloves next?"

"Mask. I want to be able to adjust it and the mane before you get the gloves on." Damn, she'd been hoping he'd tell her some of what he had planned for her. When he told her that he planned to finally introduce her to the club, he'd started quizzing her on what she would or wouldn't like.

"Mask it is." Out came the mask, probably the most expensive part of the whole outfit. Carefully crafted black-dyed leather formed a mask bore features very similar to an equine's lines. But it wasn't the hand-tooled leather or the fine features that made it so pricey. It was the eyes, or rather lack thereof, that drove the price up.

She helped Cal slide the mask into place. Adjusting it by feel as darkness closed around her. The mask slipped easily over her muzzle and rested in place, draped lightly over the top and back of her head. "Head back." She followed the directions, feeling his hands stroke over her jaw and throat. Unlike the boots with their laces, the mask had a series of loops to hold it under her jawline. As he secured the mask in place the last bits of light were blocked off. If it wasn't for the fact that she could breathe just fine and that she'd practiced this, she might have panicked.

Cal moved around her and pressed gently, "Forward." Dropping her head, she waited as he pulled the back and began to secure it as well. Velcro back there so they could take it off quickly if something did go wrong during the session.

"How's that feel?" She turned her head around, working her jaw. The mask kept her mouth mostly shut, but she was expecting that. It was a little uncomfortable on her face though, so she adjusted it before giving a thumbs up. "Good. Up straight."

Next was the 'mane' piece of the outfit. It hooked between the mask and the harness she was wearing. It had some hair on it, but it was mostly there to hold the feathered headdress that held a little something special. It only took Cal a few seconds to secure it to the mask and her back before plugging a hidden wire into her harness. The other end being plugged into her mask.

Sasha blinked against the sudden glare as the twin displays set just in front of her eyes came on. It took just a second before the camera hidden in the feathery plume came on and she was able to see what was in front of her. Cal stepped before her and held up a hand. "How many fingers?" She held up her own hand in response and began to go through the numbers as he started to cycle through them. "Good, very good. Testing the cane." She had to swing her head to watch as he pulled a walking stick from the pack. A click, a beep, and a few seconds later her PoV snapped to the camera set in the cane's head. He moved it slowly and looked around the room, controlling where she was looking. Hadn't taken them long to figure out that if he moved it too quick, she got motion sick. He'd come up with this idea while browsing a specialty bondage site. After all, he'd learned fast how much she enjoyed watching herself during the act. Although she was wondering how he was gonna use it tonight.

He swung the cane around, making her wave her hand and point down. "Slower?" He panned around the room again, earning a thumbs up. "Alright." Tapping the button, he turned the camera off. It took a second before the mask swapped back to the plume-cam. "Good? Hands out." She held out both arms and watched as best she could while he slipped the gloves on. Wiggle her fingers to get it in there before he secured one glove, then the other. Cal knelt before her, looking her in the eyes for a second before glancing right into the camera. "Good?" She worked her fingers in the glove before clicking the noisemaker. One for yes. "Alright, up." Hands slipped under her arms and helped her upright.

Cal hovered near her for a second as she steadied herself before taking a step. Rolling her head around, she moved very carefully. Without a pair of cameras, her depth perception was a bit off, but going slow and steady was enough to keep her from tripping over anything.

While she walked a couple laps around the room, Cal changed his clothes. Shedding his shirt to reveal a toned chest and the colorful, stylized rooster tattoo that spanned half of it. He kept his slacks on, which was curious if you asked her, but she wasn't the one that had been here before. She wiggled her feet and got the boots settled as he stashed everything into the pack and slipped it into a locker. No keys, but she guessed that everyone knew everyone here.

"Alright," he stepped in front and hooked a lead to her mask. "Come along." She tossed her head and snorted inside the mask before padding after. Her boots clopping softly on the floor.

Cal led the way out of the changing room, down a short hall, and into the club proper. Each step made her heart hammer that much harder within her chest. It's a good thing she was wearing a mask that hid her face. If anyone saw her brightly flushed her cheeks were, they'd all probably be laughing at her. Not that her outfit hit much beyond her face. The harness wrapped around her body in just such a way that it showed off her breasts. Which the twins were already getting larger and more sensitive, much to Cal's pleasure. Not only that, but she knew the lines would draw attention down along her body to her belly, then further to the rosy tinted folds that practically screamed her growing arousal to anyone who looked.

She was just glad that no one could see into the club proper, and no one was allowed in that wasn't a member. Or that came with a member. The doorman had even questioned Cal pretty extensively about who she was. If he hadn't been so confident, she would've taken off long ago.

Turning the corner, she hesitated as she saw the club proper. A couple stages, a bar, and a lot of people. Some of them walking around, some chatting, some engaging in play, and all of them wearing some form of dress. Many were dress as simply as Cal was, others wore suits that covered every last inch of their bodies. While only a handful looked their way, it felt as if everyone was eyeing her up and weighing her. While the camera had a wider viewing angle, what she didn't see only made things worse.

She looked over the crowd, scuffing a boot against the wood floor nervously. Cal glanced back at her and smiled, clicking his tongue. "Come along." Another one of those instances where if she'd been alone she would've fled out the door long ago.

Back straightened, not that she could really slouch with the harness on, and she took a deliberate step. Then another. Head up, neck arched proudly as she strode into the club. Even with the mask in place and the drone of conversation, she was keenly aware of her own footfalls. The boots had a rubber 'hoof' styled sole to keep her from sliding around. But those did nothing to silence the careful, heavy steps she was forced to take. She wanted to look around, scan the room, see who was looking at her, but she knew if she did she'd lose her confidence. No, just keep her head forward and watch Cal as he lead her through the club.

Which she did wonder where he was taking her. He didn't head to any one area. Instead simply guiding her on a meandering loop through the club as a whole. Cheeks flushed under the mask as she was lead around the club.

Cal's slow pace and wandering path gave her a near full tour of the area. It was larger than she'd thought. Curtains and the odd placed wall broke up the space. Creating little pockets of privacy all over. As she walked past one set, the curtains were drawn back with the hiss of rings on rod. She jumped at the sound and twisted towards it. A crane and lyrebird looked up in surprise, the lyrebird turning her head shyly as the crane bowed towards Cal.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."

A hand stroked over Sasha's neck, Cal shushing gently. "It's alright, Muse. She's just a little skiddish right now."

Head nodded slowly, "May I?" Cal glanced towards Sasha, who nodded after a moment. When he gave his okay, the crane reached out and ran her fingers lightly over Sasha's neck. "She is a lovely one that you've found." Eyes of the creamiest jade danced over her body. "Looks like you have been enjoying her company quite a bit too. Have you introduced her yet?"

"Not yet. Is the Mistress in yet?"

Muse rolled her head as she looked around the club. "I believe I saw her earlier." A winged arm wrapped around her partner's shoulders. "Pardon us, I owe our lovely bard a drink and sit on the couch."

Cal angled his head with a smile, "Of course." The hand on Sasha's neck slipped to her back and pushed gently. She glanced at the departing couple, feeling a surge of envy at just how elegant the crane was. What did the couch mean? Her mind raced with all the bondage possibilities. She'd only started dipping her feet in the water thanks to Cal and there was still a lot she didn't know about.

It took a moment more of wandering before Cal perked up and tugged lightly on the reins, "There she is. Should get you introduced before we head on for what I've got planned for you." She huffed softly under the mask. Again with the plan. Cal had been teasing her for days now about what it was. She'd tried so many things to get him to talk, but he was being a stonewall about it all.

She looked over his shoulder as he guided her towards a small cluster of people sitting on a couch. Although she'd hesitate to call that thing a couch. It looked more like a bed with three low, padded walls. That thing looked like it'd be so amazingly comfortable to lounge on at home. If they had the space for it in the townhouse, she'd be bothering Cal for one.

As they approached, the group looked up. She glanced over the assembled people and tried to figure out who was the mistress. There were certainly plenty of people huddled around the tigress there. The wolfess looked like a good candidate as well.

Cal strode to the foot of the couch and bowed slightly, "Mistress Aysha, good evening."

The llama sitting dead center of the couch perked both ears and smiled as she let out a low purr-like noise. "Ah, Rufio. Where have you been the last few months?" Her eyes darted past him towards where Sasha waited just behind. "And who is this lovely you've brought?"

He stepped aside and waved a hand towards her. "This is..." Cal hesitated a moment before his eyes brightened, "Call her Pearl for now."

Smooth as silk, the llama slipped forward and stood. She was surprisingly tall, able to easily look Cal in the eyes. Her toned, fluffy form covered with a reddish robe that appeared to be all that she was wearing at the moment. "Oh she is a pretty one there isn't she?" Eyes darted down her body, "Seems you think so to. Unless..." she trailed off and fixed Cal with a look. Despite being on the side of the Look, there was an intensity there that made Sasha want to spill everything to the lady.

Cal coughed softly, "My apologies. We became a couple a little less than a year ago and have been busy ever since. Moving, school, and..." He gestured towards her stomach. "Exploring."

Features softened as the llama breathed out a soft noise, "That is good. Although bringing someone new to the lifestyle and introducing her already in such an elaborate outfit?" There was that look again. "One would hate to learn that she's being rushed."

A laugh, "Madam, I eased her in as best as I could. One day introduce her to some simple tasks. A week later, she's looking up harnesses and boots. Months later..." he trailed off as he waved a hand at her.

"Oh, a natural then? I can't help but imagine she was fairly..." hand rolled slowly, "Untouched before you corrupted the dear." She leaned forward and looked at the mask, making Sasha lean back when she got a little too close. It wasn't the proximity, it was just that the lens distorted her features. "Tell me, how does she see inside the mask?"

Cal's touch to her shoulder warned her before he reached up and brushed the plumes aside enough to show the camera. "She has a pair of screens inside the mask and this." Aysha's brow arched smoothly in what had to be a very practiced motion. "One of her ideas as well."

"And how can she let you know if something is wrong?" She didn't need Cal's prompt for that. Lifting one of the hooved gloves, she popped the clicker. Ears perked as Aysha smiled, "Clever."

Aysha looked over her for a moment with a low hum. "Interesting. Shall have to discuss more later. For now," she waved a hand gently and smiled, "Go and enjoy yourself. Welcome to the lifestyle, Pearl." She turned and eased onto the couch, bed, thing to rejoin the others there. People parted smoothly to allow her back to the group before sliding back against her. Now that she got a better look, she could see just how the others draped themselves around her. Paying their respects and affection to her.

Sasha glanced towards them before a gentle touch and pull on the reins drew her away from the couch. Tail swayed with each step as she followed Cal as he lead her to one of the private little areas. Now they were going to finally get to the reason why he'd brought her out here. Just thinking about it sent a shiver rippling down her spine. That ripple running from her nose to the tip of her tail before rolling back to tingle around her nethers. Cheeks flushed under the mask as she felt her lower lips flush, knowing that anyone that looked could see her excitement. Which led to her realizing that she'd been strutting around for several minutes, showing off more than was hidden. That fed back into her budding arousal. Which... She shook her head and tried to distract herself by wondering what he had in store for her.

He'd promised and sworn to her that she'd love what he had planned for her. And if she didn't, they'd stop instantly. Which was a win/win for her. She already knew that he'd stop the moment she was uncomfortable after the wax incident.

Leading the way, Cal walked her towards a padded... well thing is that she didn't know how to describe it. It looked like a weird blend of a table, a bench, and one of those kneeling chairs that had been popular a while back. The middle section was sloped ever so slightly. Four platforms sprouted from the main device, each sporting a padded platform of their own. Straps and hooks dangled under each part, obviously meant to secure someone. On the wall opposite them was an open shelf housing a multitude of toys, tools, and even cleaning cloths.

Cal lead her towards the bench and secured her rein to it. She followed him with her head, heart hammering away in her chest as she began to pant. What was he going to do? Her eyes danced over the little screens, picking out the toys. Was he going to use a wand on her? She'd spotted an extension cord tucked at the back of the shelf.

No, they had vibrators at home and used them a fair bit. Especially once he talked her into sending him a video on his phone. He'd promised her something new tonight.

Eyes danced over the toys as he plucked a wipe from a container and returned, cleaning up the surface of the bench. "Everyone is supposed to clean up after they use these, but you never know." She gave an absent nod, still trying to figure out what he had planned.

Maybe use one of the crops on her? They'd done some light impact play with his hand, and a couple times with a ping pong paddle. Maybe that was exotic enough for him tonight? Her legs squirmed, thighs rubbing together. A little trickle of her honey began to drip from her full lips, tracing a line down her thigh.

"There we go." Satisfied, Cal moved to a hidden trash can and tossed the wipe away. She watched as he moved around their little area, pulling the curtains to close it off. He came around her and placed a gentle hand on her hip, guiding her to the bench. "Should we get all four bound?" It wasn't really a question as much as it was him thinking out loud. As he mused to himself, his fingers rubbed lightly over her tail base. Oh that fucker. He knew how she always reacted to that. Tail hiking slowly as his light touch drew shivers and a muted moan from her. To make matters worse, he made her wait for a full minute before making his choice.

"Nah, think I know what to do." He stepped away. The sudden absence making her knees wobble as she huffed. It was hard to tell how long they'd been in the club. She knew how long the battery pack lasted, but they'd removed the battery meter from the display, only keeping the low warning.

She watched as he lifted the two platforms towards the back, swinging them around and out of the way. With them locked out of the way, he ushered her forward and put his hand between her shoulder blades. She leaned forward and laid against the bench. The padding was very soft, readily molding to her front as she stretched against it. His touch guided her arms to rest on the platforms before her, bracing elbows and arms on them. The whole thing was low enough that she had to shuffle her feet apart as she was laid out. Cal reached under and adjusted something, angling the tilt a little to lift her front and lower the rear. "Good?"

Pressing her arms against the padded rests, she wiggled her feet and rear for a second before nodding. "Alright." One of the wide straps on the armrest was draped over her forearms. She watched as he bound one arm before securing the other. A glance towards the camera had her pull at the bindings and nod before sounding the clicker. "Okay, legs then. But first." He smiled right into the camera and held up his walking stick before clicking the button.

Darkness consumed her as Cal stood up and walked around. She waited, body shivering on the bench as she listened. Sometimes it took a few seconds for the camera to connect. Which left her guessing as something rattled and his hands slide over her thigh. "Oh you are sopping. Just look at that." How she wished she could.

The cane's camera clicked on as she felt him hooking her ankle to the bench's leg. He wasn't lying. Her mound was flushed nice and pink, lips pulled apart and glistening in the dim overhead light. But her own body was blocking enough light that she was in shadow. Long click and short one. Problem, but not trouble. She could just make out the edges of Cal's body as he lifted his head before glancing down. "Whoops, didn't think about that." The cane wobbled, obviously resting in that toy holder thing under the bench. A second later, a single LED flicked on and lit up the camera's PoV. "That better?"

Now that was an understatement. Now she had a perfect angle and view of her own privates and underside. Cheeks were burning now as she squirmed. "Sasha?" She snapped back to attention and clicked once, nodding. "Okay," he smiled and gave her rear a slap, "don't worry me like that next time." Two slower clicks, an apology. He chuckled and leaned against her backside as he worked on securing her other ankle. Hot breath washing over her pussy. Just little teasing puffs that made her squirm.

Cal stood and ran his hands over her thighs. Fingers traced a sensual pattern up over her hips and around the base of her tail. Making her shudder with a deep moan. If she looked closely, she could make out the swell that was pressed against the smooth material of his slacks. Oh fuck, if only he'd rip those pants down and start fucking her here and now. She wanted to scream that, but the mask was muting her. It'd been plenty exotic for her, leaving her panting and squirming, cheeks flushed as his hands ran over her tail. A gentle push shifted that limb aside, Cal moving with it. A wide strap came from under the bench and wrapped around it. Not nearly enough to fully restrain the limb, but enough to keep it out of the way.

But for what?

"Well, so this is what you wanted me to see, Rufio?" Her head perked and she tried to turn to see who was behind her. No dice. Wrong camera was on and she had no way to swap them. Not to mention that the reins kept her from turning her head too far. She heard someone, someones actually, moving up behind them. Curtains rattling as very heavy footfalls came down on the wooden floors. "Got her all lit up, don't ya? Wanting to show off that much?"

Cal's voice rolled with a low purr. "Not quite, Sire." His hand came into view before the cane wiggled free. Sasha felt dizzy for just a moment as he brought the camera around to point at the two newcomers.

One of the males was a bull elephant. It was hard to tell from the angle to see how tall he was, but it was easy enough to tell that the male was huge. Body rippling with an equal mix of muscle and fat. Like Cal, he was shirtless and wore simply a pair of cargo pants held up with a heavy cloth belt.

His partner was massive as well. A stallion that looked to be only slightly shorter than the bull. Where the elephant's body was thick with mass, the Clydesdale leaned more heavily on the muscled side. The stallion was dressed more like she was. While obviously lacking the boots that she needed to have hooves, he did have a pair of gloves that strained over his forearms as they contained his hands. His harness was little more than a couple heavy leather straps joined at his chest by a heavy metal ring. A mask hid most of his face, save for those startling blue eyes that stared at her on the bench. The final piece of his outfit was what looked like a codpiece. A heavy pouch connected to the belt of his harness that only just contained the big guy's package.

Can held the cane steady as he approached the pair, wondering what was going through Sasha's mind right now. He smirked to himself, angling the camera end so he didn't blind the pair with the light. "Well, got to have her all lit up otherwise she won't see anything." The edge of his finger tapped the camera. The bull's brows arched curiously as the bull trundled over to the bound dragoness and looked at her mask. "The mask has a couple screens inside." He tapped the top of the cane, "All she sees is what this sees." As he spoke, he purposefully swung the cane down so that it was level with the horse's privates. Let her get an eyeful of that heavy, twitching pouch.

"Very cool, never heard of anything like that. Maybe I could get a look at it later?"

"Of course. Later though, I have been teasing her about this for the better part of a week." He covered the camera with his fingers as he moved back to Sasha, slotting the cane back into the holder under the bench. "And then I couldn't find Aysha to introduce her."

A heavy snort came from the elephant. "Would have met you here, but had an emergency call. Nothing you want to know about, probably. Royal mess, needed a shower after." He grunted as he trundled around the bound dragoness and looked towards the stallion. "If the lady's been waiting that long, what's say we don't make her wait any longer?" Lip curled to let out a sharp whistle. "Come on over here."

Sasha's breath was coming in quick puffs as she watched the screens intently. Oh she was going to get Cal very hard at some point soon. Out of everything she'd mentioned over the last bit, this would be what he went with. Mention one time, and only in passing, that she was mildly curious what it was like to be with other guys. Cal had been her first and only partner thus far, so now she was curious. Never thought he'd actually get someone to come and do this with her. And never a horse! She'd seen plenty of stallions in porn, people seemed to be crazy about them. But that was porn. Everyone had huge cocks in porn.

Cal had angled the camera just right so she could see as the two strangers approached her. She watched as Sire brought his hand down on her rear. Rough palm nearly covering her entire cheek as he spread her open. Judging by how big that hand felt, the bull elephant must have been massive. He swung his body to stand sidelong to her. Unknowingly, or perhaps purposefully, giving her a perfect view of the bulge that was straining against his pants. "Kneel."

The stallion swaggered over, hips swaying enough to make that heavy junk of his swing like a pendulum. He lowered to his knees slowly, eyes locked onto her pussy. Sasha could feel his breath puffing against her backside as one of the bull's thick fingers slipped down and pulled her damp slit open. A sharp puff as the stallion snorted, lips trembling as he tried to hold still.

"See how wet she is?" the elephant's thick finger probed her entrance before pushing in. Fuck! It was thicker than some of the toys she used. That massive sausage of a finger plunging into her and pumping. "Hear that sound?" She bit back a moan, the mask helping to mute the sound as it dribbled past her lips. Her eyes were locked on the screens, watching as his rough digit eased in and out of her in a slow pump. Giant hand turning so his fingers could glide over pearlescent hide and play with her clit. "Smell how worked up she is?" She could see the stallion's lips trembling, breath coming in shorter huffs now. Even in the limited view offered by the camera, she could tell that the horse was starting to squirm.

He wasn't the only one.

Juices dripped from her pussy, trickling over her thighs and coating the finger. Hand drew back slowly, fingers dipping to spread her folds open as that middle digit pulled out. The bull's trunk moved to rub against her mound as his turned his hand and pressed it to the stallion's lips. Lips curled tightly around the digit and suckled on it, tongue flicking out to clean the finger. "Taste it? That's what a real mare tastes like."

The only answer was a groan. Lips fluttering as he slurped and suckled on the fingers. Sasha shivered as she watched the eager slurping and shifting. Her imagination whipped her away and began to go wild. Images of the bull telling the stallion he was free. The male leaping over her and pounding away like a feral beast. Just rutting her until she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Now you've had a taste of what a real mare is like. Shift it, Dam." Hands tightened within the gloves as she braced herself, waiting for the horse to surge up and slam in.

There was a surge that raced through her body as the big male moved. When he began to shuffle to the side, staying on his knees, she felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Her body shivered, stuck between trying to relax and staying tense.

She was so busy looking at the stallion moving off to the side that she missed the elephant as he pulled his belt loose and started to open his pants. It wasn't until the bull's cock sprang free of his pants that her attention was snapped back to him. Eyes widened under her mask as she watched that slab of a cock bob, momentum making it swing now that it was free.

The bull kicked his pants off and swung, giving her an even better look at his package. It was thick and blunt. Unlike Cal's length, which was pointed and bore several wonderful ridges along his underside before reaching that wonderful knot, the elephant's cock was simply thick. Large and fat with proud veins pulsing along its length. The tip was blunted, looking to be more akin to a battering ram than anything else. It seemed to hang there, as if at half mast, where her dragon's would curve proudly upwards. However, that could have been from the sheer amount of mass in that member.

A gentle touch from Cal brushed over her side for just a breath as the dragon murmured, "One second..." the camera wiggled, adjusting now to give her a better view. Angled to take full advantage of its position. Staring at her flushed slit with the elephant's bulk hovering just at the edges. "There we go."

"Your little filly likes watching?" The question came out as little more than a grunt as the elephant, Sire, stepped up and brought his fat tip to her pussy. Teasing her with little rubs and pokes that only barely spread her before he backed off. She could feel his thick precum spilling against her, connecting the pair for the briefest of moments before he backed off. Only to repeat the gesture again.

Cal's purr turned into an affirmative as he stepped back. "Mhmm. She couldn't tear her eyes off the mirror when we first started. And then it just..." he trailed off as he ran a hand over her cheek, "evolved."

"Nice." Sire began to push into her. Sasha jumped, cheeks burning bright as the stranger penetrated her. It'd been just a fantasy until that ram began to push and force her to spread. Oh fuck! His cock felt like it was easily as big around as Cal's knot was! Her poor petals strained and stretched, resisting against the plunge. But the male wasn't going to back off. Despite how that length hung there, it was as solid as rock, and between his pre and her juices there was only one place for it to go.

Jaws dropped within the mask as she let out a soundless cry when that head forced its way in. That battering ram surging forward now that it was past her gates. His grunt rolled through her, felt more than heard. "Very nice."

Hands came down to rest on a pair of handholds, the bench creaking under his bulk. Sire leaned over her and fed his cock into her at a slow, steady pace. Sasha's eyes wanted to roll back in her head as her tongue hung against the side of her mask. But she didn't look away. Couldn't look away. Every ounce of her attention was focused on that bulge that sank deeper into her body.

Finally, his advance stopped, a fair bit of his cock sheathed inside her. His tip resting close enough to her cervix that she'd swear she could feel it spit precum onto that tightly closed muscle. Every muscle in her body was vibrating as he held himself there for what felt like an eternity. The light shining on the cock, letting the camera pick up every detail and transmit it to the amazingly high def screens. She could see each twitch of her lips. Every pulse of his veins. If she looked close enough, she'd even swear that she could see the next shot of pre roll up his length before getting spilled into her. "Very fucking nice."

One of those calloused hands slipped between her and the bench, cupping her breast and massaging it. His groan rolled over her as those thick fingers played over her mound until they found her nipple. Metal creaked as he shifted most of his weight to one of the handles so he could focus on her breast.

The gentle teasing drawing a moan from her, body starting to melt against the bench. Walls fluttering around him before she let out a huff and relaxed slowly. His trunk moved in, replacing her fingers in teasing her nipple as his weight shifted. The trunk pinching and rubbing her teat as his other hand came up and started to play with her breast. A deep moan rolled up her throat as she slumped into the padding, just watching the screens as he played with her.

His deep laugh rolled over her, "There we go. That's a good mare there." The hand freed itself of her breast long enough to give her ass a couple pats. "She's a skittish one, isn't she? Felt like she was gonna break me in half for a moment there."

Cal's purr rolled over her, "Did kind of surprise her with this, but..." he trailed off. His voice ringing near her head a second later, "sounds like she's enjoying it." Sasha would have snapped her jaws shut to silence those muffled moans, if Sire hadn't started to move.

Muscles clung to his girth as the male drew back. Juices clinging to his peachy flesh and glistening in the harsh light. He only drew back a few inches before sliding back in. Nice and slow. Keeping his pace gentle with each thrust. While the male didn't have ridges like Cal, it didn't really matter. Big as he was, he was hitting everything inside her with even the tiniest shift of his girth. Huffing, she arched her back towards him with a deeper groan. It wasn't taking much for her to start getting worked towards a screaming orgasm. But he wasn't going to let her off that easy. Keeping his pace slow enough to keep her flirting with the edge without ever getting too serious with it.

"I can tell." Rough fingers pinched a nipple and drew a louder moan from her, cheeks flushing as the stranger continued to work her up. Pussy lips slurping hungrily around his bare cock. She could feel her climax start to shudder through her body. He wasn't going to let her have it though, backing off until her walls stopped grabbing so hard.

"Ears like that, I'm not surprised."

She watched as the male pulled back further. Nice and slow as he hummed. "Keep making comments like that, Rufio, and you might find yourself next to your little filly here." That deep laugh rolled over her. "We both remember how much you enjoyed..." Sasha squealed as the male slammed home, those twin wrecking balls of his crashing off her thigh before slapping her belly.

A distant part of her connected the dots. That explained a few things about stuff they'd started doing once she'd pushed to find out more about what he wanted to do.

That part of her was quickly drown out by the crash of her orgasm. Blissful waves slammed into her conscious mind and washed away every intelligent thought. Eyes rolling back as her pussy clamped and squeezed around him, body jumping. Sire grunted over her, picking up the pace. His grunts and pants getting deeper and deeper with each passing moment.

Her orgasm raged through her for several long moments before starting to fade enough for her eyes to refocus. Watching as those wonderfully weighty balls smacked against her body. Cock bowing slightly as the male just fucked her like she'd imagined the stallion would have. But where a stallion, at least the ones in the videos she'd seen, hadn't been known for their stamina, this bull just kept hammering away at her. She grabbed at the insides of her gloves, body jerking and hips lifting as best they could within their bindings.

It felt like her body was just coming down from her peak when a second hit her. Lightning jumping down her spine as she arched. Tail lashing within its binding as she arched and pushed. Hips driving back towards him.

Sire's grunt rattled her to the very core as he drove in. She forced her eyes to roll back, watching the screen as he slammed her several more times. Those massive balls pulling tight before the first surge of his cum rushed down that girth and vanished into her. Her entire body shook, her orgasm getting pushed even higher as that liquid heat poured into her. Breath caught in her throat, eyes locked onto the screens as she watched the next shot. Then the next. It only took a few shots before that thick cum started to drip out of her tightly stretched cunt. Somehow managing to squeeze its way past her muscles and his cock before dripping out of their joining.

"Holy Fuck, Rufio." The bull was huffing over her. His weight resting fully on the handles. "Didn't tell me she was that tight when she came." He pulled out slowly, his cock coming free with a wet pop. Like a cork from the world's lewdest champagne bottle, a rush of his cum was freed of her poor body as he stepped away. She heard the rattle of something, "Get in there and get her cleaned up. She's a much better mare than you."

Her body was still humming when the stallion's muzzle made its grand reappearance. He drove his muzzle against her body and began to clean her with quick, broad sweeps of his tongue. Coarse hairs of his muzzle brushing her hide as he dutifully cleaned every last inch of her.

"I tell you, it's those muscles. They grab and hold onto a knot so tight you wouldn't believe." Hands brushed over her neck as Cal knelt, "You okay?" She gave the barest of nods, mind still reeling from it all. "Want the mask off?" She didn't have to be asked twice about that. Her head had only started to bob when he was already working the ties and loops. Laying there, she dully watched as Dam's broad tongue swept up against her sensitive clit and delved into her pussy.

Cal didn't bother even disconnecting the mask, rather pulling it up and off. She gasped, blinking against the relative brightness of the lights inside the club. A cool cloth brushed against her cheeks, feeling like pure heaven right now.

"How many times have you two done this before?"

A low rumble rolled up Cal's throat as he started trying to undo the bindings with one hand while wiping her gently with the cloth with the other. "The full outfit? This is the first time, but we've done bits and pieces for months now."

A massive hand came to help remove the bindings. She felt another set of hands working at her ankles, getting the clips off before Cal and Sire helped her sit up. "Got you a trooper there. A pretty one too." Her head rolled to look up at the elephant, finally getting a real idea of his size. While she wasn't the smallest lady out there, she felt like a dwarf compared to that giant of a man. "Can I?" he asked, looking at her a he knelt there. She looked down as he indicated her belly.

"Oh! Uh, sure..." What else was she going to say to the guy that had fucked her brains out for... she wasn't even sure how long.

The massive hand came down and covered her belly, petting gently. "Hope I didn't knock the little around too much." His laugh shook through her, "Usually a lot gentler." Shoulders rolled as the male stood, still lacking his pants. Although the reason why became obvious when he turned to the stallion, who began to clean his cock without a word. Leaning in to nuzzle the softening cock as his tongue bathed it. "Just couldn't hold back too long."

Cal laughed as he pressed an ice cold water bottle to her lips, holding it there as she took a deep draw. "Dude, you must've been at her for a good ten minutes or more before you got rougher." He turned his attention back to her, "More?"

She nodded, awkwardly holding the bottle with the hooved gloves. "Might want these off though."

"Yes, Ma'am." She kept the bottle balanced as best she could while he started on the ties. As she sipped from the bottle, she glanced towards the other pair. Watching as Sire's hand rubbed over Dam's head. When she looked at the pair, her eyes naturally drifted downwards. The stallion was still kneeling, but he was at such an angle to her that she could get a peek under that heavy pouch that contained his privates. His length strained against not just the leather, but also some sort of cage that circled his length.

Sire grunted, "You two going home right away?"

Cal looked towards Sasha, "Well, was thinking I might get her on a couch for a little. Let her come down before."

He nodded, ears fanning slowly. "Might join you two." He thumped a finger against Dam's cheek. "You wanting to stay around, or going home?"

"Home, once I get..." he wiggled his hands, "all this off."

"Then you can get off, eh?" Cal chuckled. "Good seeing you again though, man."

Dam grunted, "Yeah, good seeing you too as well."

Sire smirked, "Better get him undone before he gets too antsy." Leaning down, he swept his pants up with his trunk before stepping into them. "Join you two in a few."

She watched the pair head out, rings chattering, as Cal helped her gloves off. "Are they a couple?"

That made Cal laugh louder, "Oh hell no. Don't let Dam hear you say that or he'll blow a fuse. They're coworkers. Sire is a dom, just about been here longer than Aysha. I don't know the full deal between them, but it's something to do with Dam's wife working out some sort of deal with Sire. I don't know, don't really ask, it's not really the part of the business here. Up we go."

He helped her upright and lead the way out of their little play area before guiding her to a couch. Sasha leaned against him the whole way as she just focused on breathing. He eased her down onto one of those beds that were pretending to be a couch. A towel had somehow ended up under her, keeping her from the fabric as she settled down. Her gloves found their way into her lap and another water bottle into her hand. "I'll be back in a second, Hun. I need to clean up."

"Kay," she mumbled, focusing on the water for now as he slipped off again. Blinking slowly, she sank back into the cushions and groaned softly. She was starting to ache now, but in a good way. Very good way. She'd never imagined that she would've done anything like this. Now here she was, aching and purring with a smile plastered to her face.

Although her feet were starting to hurt. Trying to hold onto her water with one hand, she reached down to fumble with the laces. Fingers cramped from being curled within the gloves for who-knows how long.

"Here, let me help."

Head rolled towards the voice, taking a second to recognize the robed llama. Her cheeks flushed as she began to stammer something out. "Shush, it's okay." Aysha smoothly slid over the back of the couch and sank down beside her. Skilled fingers making quick work of the laces. "Did you have fun tonight? Was Rufio a good boy?"

She nodded slowly, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Please, just call me Momma. Everyone around here does." Aysha smiled as she rolled the boot smoothly, "Well, when they're not asking a favor or introducing someone."

The boot whispered off, Sasha hissing lightly as she flexed her toes. "Momma Llama?" She let out a giggle that sounded a little drunk to her ears.

"Mhmm," she smiled. "Wasn't my idea, actually. I forget who coined it first, but it didn't take long to catch on. Speaking of, may I?" She nodded and leaned back, watching as that gentle hand swept over her belly with a deep purr. "Nothing as beautiful as a pregnant woman glowing from an orgasm." Ears perked and head turned before she leaned in conspiratorially, "Don't let him hear this, but you are a very lucky woman. So many of the ladies here were after Cal for so long. But he doesn't like to be chased or hunted."

"Yeah, he caught me by surprise and one thing lead to another."

Momma's fingers traced her belly gently, "Oh believe me, I know how that can be." She shifted slowly, robe falling open just enough to flash Sasha her ample cleavage before she settled on the other side. Just a second and a quick flash before she was helping get the other boot off.

"Are you ladies talking about me? I hope you aren't sharing anything embarrassing." Cal vaulted the back and landed next to Sasha.

Momma didn't even look up as the couch bounced under the obsidian male, "I hope you cleaned up nicely since you abandoned your poor submissive on the couch. Any dom wondering by could just snatch up this Pearl without warning."

"I hope not, I'm investing a lot in this one." His lips brushed over her neck, drawing a purr from Sasha. "And the play room is spotless right now."

"That's my boy. Knew I trained you right." She helped the other boot off before handing it to Cal. Her eyes danced over Sasha's body before lighting on the mask. "I've been curious about that all night. May I have a gander?"

"That's up to Pearl, she's the one that's put most of it together."

Both dominates looked towards her, making her cheeks flush. "I... I mean, I don't mind at all. It's got to be hooked up though." She leaned forward, "It's a little awkward though with the harness on still. I haven't cleaned it yet though either."

Momma breathed out a murr, "I don't mind being close to another woman." She smiled as she slipped in. Pressing her body against Sasha gently as she scooped up the mask. "And don't worry about cleaning up. That's part of Cal's duties once he's got you tended to." Kneeling, the llama twisted her body to peer into the mask. Her head was a different shape and size from Sasha's, but it fit well enough for her to look. "And this is the camera on your cane?"

Cal lifted the can and turned it slowly to face him, "Yes, Momma." He winked towards Sasha and lowered the cane, slipping the head under the robe before triggering the light.

Where Sasha would've squeaked and jumped to cover herself, Momma only rolled her hips and breathed out a croon. "Oh that is very nice." Pulling away, she smiled and gave Sasha's cheek a stroke. "Don't let the others know about it, or they might start trying to buy them from you."

Cheeks flushed as she nodded, "Yes, Momma."

Velvety soft lips brushed against her cheek. "She's almost too cute, Cal." She winked and slipped off the couch, "If you'll excuse me. I might be back after I roam a little."

The pair waved as Cal wrapped an arm around Sasha's shoulders and pulled her in close. A low purr coming from the dragoness as she snuggled against his side and closed her eyes slowly. "Know what?"

Fingers gently traced her neck, "What's that?"

She brushed her lips over his neck, "I am going to get you back for this. Some day, somehow, I will repay you for surprising me like this."

"I don't know if I should be worried, or aroused."

A deeper rumble washed over the pair, "Probably both, especially since I'll be happy to help you get your comeuppance." Sire groaned as he moved onto the couch opposite them, the bull elephant stretching his body out with a groan.

Cal huffed. "Got everyone plotting against me now. Is Dam headed out?"

Sire chuckled, "The way he was chomping at the bit, his missus is gonna get a good one tonight." He scratched his belly and sighed happily. "So, that camera of yours do any recording?"

A grin spread over the dragon's muzzle. "Oh yeah it does. I bet Pearl here is gonna watch it again pretty soon."

Cheeks burned bright as she hid her face. "I am going to kill you."

"Nah, I've got better ideas if you want them. Things that cocky bastard probably hasn't told you about." The bull smirked, "More than happy to share them."

It was Cal's turn for his eyes to widen and a low growl roll up, "You tell her any of that and I'll..."

A brow arched, "You'll what?"

"Think of something later."

"Uh huh."

While the pair chided back and forth, Sasha half curled against his side and breathed out a low purr of her own. Just basking in the afterglow that still hummed through her body.