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"You ready?"

The husky, growling voice brings you out of your daze. You were taking in her dick - with your eyes for now at least - as it lay across your body, the flared tip poking between your breasts and threatening to bump against your lips and chin as you stare. With the flare, it was thicker than even your head. Ready, for that? Your eyes drift back up.

The horse stares you back down with a cocked head. Rippling muscle, thick, toned arms either side of your head, heavy breasts mere inches from your muzzle. She's not insistent, and she seems patient with your hesitance and apprehension - but nevertheless, you nod. You knew this was what you were in for.

She gives a relieved sigh, flashes you a smile, before pulling her hips up, shifting her body back just a bit. She's huge. Double your height, and she wasn't even resting every bit of her length on you - it'd be very, veeery easily for her hips to slip and go just that little bit too far, make you feel it coming up the back of your gullet like in -

The mashing of her flare between your ass-cheeks brings you out of your thoughts. You squeak. She giggles. Her lips plant a kiss on your forehead, her hand strokes along one of your thighs tied up by your head.

And that's all the tenderness you get.

The feeling makes your head spin, your eyes rolling back from the pressure smashing against your rear, shoving your pelvic bones apart to fit her girth. Your tailhole yawns open, and your guts squeeze, hug and press all around her sheer, throbbing mass. You can faintly hear her blissful groaning - but you can't hone in on it, her hips insistent grinding forcing animalistic yowls from your wide open lips instead. Your hands ball up in the sheets, your body twitches, tenses - as inch after inch of slickened, lubed up cockmeat straightens your innards out. You can feel the flare pop into your stomach from the other end, and still, there's more - rearranging your innards until you can feel the crown of her flare rubbing up against the bottom of your ribcage.

You pant, whimper. Your hands grip around her forearms, and finally, she pauses, peering down into your eyes, filling your world with her face.

"Need to take a breath?"

Your eyes struggle to focus on hers - but the moment you show recognition, she flashes a smile and pulls back. She strokes your cheek, tilts your head down.

"You're doing so good - see?"

The sight prompts another deep, strained whimper. Your trim belly pushed out, straining around what looks like a foot and a half of cock, clinging taut to the shape of her flare as it pushes against the bottom of your ribs. Your hips are visibly pushed apart further than normal, and you can see foot after foot of cock dripping with slick lube as her hips stay poised in the air.

"Okay, honey, I'm going to start moving again-"

Before you can whimper a moment's protest, her thighs tense before your eyes and her hips sink down - your words just come out as a garbled, yowling moan. You watch as that flare is squeezed down to fit and your ribs groan with the strain of being forced to stretch like rubber for her girth. As your chest bulges out, in a less-perfect mould of her tip that pushes against the bottom of your breasts. You can feel your innards straining, that odd, tense fullness spreading up through you, the sparks of pain and pleasure jolting up your spine with each pulse of her heartbeat inside you. You can feel the air pressed from your lungs as her girth compresses them inside you, the pulse of your own heart raising in instinctive panic as your breasts part for her girth and your collarbone strains.

And the shortness of breath turns to none at all. Your eyes widen in panic as they turn up to meet hers. But she's no longer looking at you... Simply lost in your tightness, your squirming, you. With your throat filled from the other end, your only form of complaint remaining is pawing at her arms, writhing and struggling... But all that seems to just pleasure her further as your taut, straining insides squeeze around the rock-hard pillar of hot meat filling it.

You can feel your neck stretching, feel an odd sort of squelch and pop inside your neck as that flare pushes free of your collarbone, allowed to flex and strain you that bit further around that massive crown. That rising pressure fills your throat as it flexes, gags and convulses, and you can hear her moaning with bliss at the feeling of your neck seemingly trying to aid her progress through your little frame. You try to look down - but the bottom of your muzzle bumps against her flare, and though you can see how taut your body is stretched around that thigh-thick pillar for just a moment, as that medial ring pops in through your ass your head is forced back, pushed 'til you can only look up at your dominatrix.

And then you feel it in the back of your throat, so close to your mouth, pushing against the bottom of your jaw. Your hand scrabble in a panic, pushing at her arms, reaching up and pawing at her chest... at least until her paws grip your wrists and slam them down either side of your head, pinning them against your tied up ankles. Her maw agape in continuous, panting moans - completely lost in her lust and no longer noticing your form beneath her.

Nor does she notice that her flare is grinding against your jaw, steadily straining and pulling on the muscle and bone until you feel a blinding pop. Pain spins through your skull, but more, you can taste her, feel her flare pulsating against the back of your tongue, forcing your agape maw even further apart. Her hips tense, and you can feel her dick flex inside you... and you find that it's strong enough that your body lifts from the bed for a moment before thumping back down, jerking in your insides from hips to maw before her weight crashes atop you.

All at once, you feel her nuts slap against your straining rear, the base of her stretched sheath sinking into your ass as foot after foot of dick pounds through you. Her flare pops through your aching jaw, and slick, slippery cockmeat spills inch after inch from your lips, jutting from your face in a twisted, depraved spectacle for you to stare at. Her veins grind over your tongue, mottled flesh stroking and grinding it into the bottom of your mouth, and hot throbs feel like they add precious inches to her girth through you.

And most of all, you feel her, her breasts smothering either side of her head as you find yourself buried in fur, her toned, rock hard flesh grinding against your own. Her abs tense, grinding your belly-flesh up and down the length of shaft straining your guts as her hips shallowly thrust and her moans echo inside your head. Her body is practically your world at this point in time, able to hear and feel her heartbeat inside you and out, her musk and flavour filling your mouth and nose, her sounds echoing in your ears. Her moans, her shivers as her hips pull back, her eager twitches and throbs pulling on your throat and taut, straining tailhole as she lifts herself just enough that she can peer down at you the moment her flare pulls back against your lips, thick enough that it pushes past your snout.

"Sorry... I know this wasn't part of the deal, but, well, I just couldn't resist," Her voice has a faintly apologetic tone as she caresses your cheek, fingers brushing along your bulging cheeks and straining lips. "I'm sure you love this though... It's not like you've made a sound otherwise - anyway, I hope you're ready, because I have quite a lot of stamina, you precious little thing."

Her grin and wink sends a shiver down your spine.