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THE BREEDER SLAVE

I am a Breeder slave, and I'm in love with my Mistress.

I sit here, waiting, on the bed in my tiny living quarters. Across the room from where I sit, the electronic door waits, silently, for my Mistress to walk through and take me to my duties. My eyes drop from the door to the floor, where my hooves, sized like dinner plates, rest side by side in churning anxiety. Slowly, I look around the rest of the room. Starting to my right, a table and chair take up a corner. Behind them, in the wall, a locked grey box hides the circuit breakers for my room. My eyes travel left, falling on a bookshelf I requested, now filled with dozens of tomes. Ever since the Mistress had me taught to read, she would amuse herself by bringing me a book, slap it softly into her palm, and watch me beg silently to read it before setting it in my palm.

Between the bookshelf and the electronic door, a semi-complicated portal allows unseen paws to push food through the wall. It is also where I return my empty dishware. To my left, the entire end of the room is filled with weight lifting equipment. When I came to live here, a while ago, I was already bigger than any male I have ever seen or known. Now, my Mistress bids me to lift and exercise twice a day, piling pounds of raw muscle on to my already immense frame. Behind the equipment, the well-built wood-slatted walls are interrupted by an open window the length of the room. The window is roughly at the height of my chest, and is filled with dozens of sturdy, vertical metal bars. Often, the Mistress would bring clients to that same window, allowing them to see me as I go about my daily chores. Sometimes, she would tell me to pose, flexing my enormous musculature or spinning in place to satisfy her guest of the moment.

My Mistress had already been to see me once today. She had stood outside the window, conversing with a boar dressed in an expensive-looking suit. The overweight hog had sweated the entire time, filling my nose with his rank scent. My Mistress smirked at me in that special way of hers, letting me know that she was pleased with my performance. Her deep brown eyes occasionally flicked to mine, leaving me to silently bathe her with my adoration. Like me, my Mistress was a draft horse, her tall, heavily constructed body covered in warm, russet fur. The white splash on her muzzle and the cuffs and anklets of frilly blonde feathers belied her Clydesdale parentage. She was big, bigger than any of the guests she brought to see me. Broad shoulders and broad hips were smothered in rounded curves that left no doubt of her gender. And, as if to punctuate the point, she sported two immense breasts, high on her chest, the size of which would allow a shorter fur to take shelter in the rain, if they could.

When she had stood there, in the window, she described to the pig what a wonderful find I had been, slaving away my days on a farm. She mentioned how well I responded to my training, and of my gentleness, mixed with raw power and strength. As her simple words carried into my room, my heart lurched and pounded in my chest. I watched her eyes as one would an angel, and with every brief flicker towards me, my chest tightened anew. The boar only had eyes for my Mistress. His small, glittery orbs devoured her thick, generous form eagerly. It was no stretch of my imagination to wonder what thoughts lay behind that bulbous visage. I found myself despising him, and then cowering in my mind, hoping the Mistress did not see my thoughts on my own face. My eyes went back to her. Her smirk told me that she knew of the pig's interest, and somehow she used it to get what she wanted from him.

"So, Hamilton, what say you? Is he not everything I have described?"

Her words had flowed like honey, the smooth sultry tones further excited the pig. I ground my teeth silently, remembering how many times I had begged and pleaded in my mind for my Mistress to talk to me that way. The pig responded in an oily chuckle.

"He's so big. Are you sure he is gentle?"

My Mistress glanced in my direction, cool pride and twinkling amusement in her eyes.

"Very. I've never seen better..."

Now, hours later, my heart still soared to those words. My desire to please her guided my every action. In just a short while, my Mistress will open the door and take me to the Breeding Room. There I will do as I was taught, not that long ago, after I first arrived here.

-*********-

When the Mistress had driven past the farm of my youth, some years ago, I had been next to the road in the field, driving posts with a hammer for the Master. She had taken one look at me, her eyes wide through the window of her car, and pulled into the lane of the farm. She then approached the farmer, my Master, to make him an offer. The grizzled old sheep dog had goggled at her enormous size and obvious feminine features before shaking his head to her words. By the time I had finished the last post and walked back to the main area of the farm, my Master was nodding to her, surprised at himself. A price was set, and soon the huge, ravishing mare had jumped back in her car and departed, leaving an awed old dog and a young, giant horse staring in her wake. My Master had come to me then and patted my huge chest, his eyes full of memories.

"That'd be yer new Mistress, son. Yer gonna be goin with her, soon as she sends a truck fer ya..."

My startled look and flicking ears must have told him everything.

"Now dontcha go on about it. Ya done real well, here on tha farm. I always told ya that I bought yer momma before I knew she was preggers and that she passed givin birth to ya. I'm glad I kept ya tho, cause ya turned out ta be a pretty good helper..."

The grizzled old dog patted my side and looked up at me. In his eyes was a new emotion that I didn't immediately identify.

"I really liked yer momma. Tha only reason I bought her was on accounta she was widowed, fromma foreign land, and had no money ta keep herself afloat. She tole me about yer daddy bein in tha war or somethin and him getting hisself killed. I was gonna keep her as a house servant and raise ya as my own boy. Then she went and died on us..."

The old sheep dog's eyes grew glassy, and my heart started to hurt from his words. He suddenly produced a key, reached up, and unlocked the heavy steel collar that marked me a slave, dropping it to one side. My paws touched the skin where it had rested and I looked at him in confusion. He gave me a sad smile.

"Yer gonna get a new one when ya go ta yer new home. But fer now, I want ya ta just be my boy..."

I had to lean over very far for his grey-furred hug, but I did, and I didn't want to let go.

The next day came and the truck for my shipping sat at the farm. My Master, with whom I had spent a pleasant evening learning about my youth and time with him on the farm, guided me into the truck himself. His sad smile followed me down the road as we waved goodbye. At the other end of the trip, I arrived and was offloaded into an open area just in front of a large, barn-like structure that was attached to a mansion. My Mistress came out to retrieve me, stealing my breath away with her beauty, and led me to my quarters. Once inside, she closed the door and came around to the barred window.

"You'll stay in here, my pet, while you fulfill your duties."

Those duties became apparent when my Mistress turned me over to another facility for training. After several months with a sweet, middle-aged cow, it became vividly clear to me that I was to be used for stud services to other slaves.

-*********-

Now I sit here on my bed, these thoughts churning through my mind as they always do before it is time for me to perform my duties. I get up and go to the door between my bookcase and table. It leads to a simple bathroom containing shower, sink, and toilet. I lean over the sink, splashing water on to my muzzle, and then catch my reflection in the mirror. An enormous, muscular draft horse stares back with frightened eyes. My mane is short, clipped like my feral ancestors, and my fur is a dark, chocolate brown. Mane and tail were blond, a gift from my long passed mother, and my eyes were an uncanny, rare blue. The soft nylon band around my throat replaced my former old steel collar, and it swayed lightly as I scrubbed at my face. I stare into my own eyes for a moment, a mixture of fear, expectation, and excitement tumbling slowly through my guts. I turn away and duck back through the door to the living space. The door is seven and one half feet tall, and yet I still have to duck. I know that I am quite big. My Mistress tells everyone that she has never seen another so large. Standing outside my window, she dwarfs everyone who stands with her, and yet she barely reaches the height of my chin. I return to the bed to wait. Soon she will come for me.

What seems like hours later, but is really only minutes, the door chimes softly. This is my signal to back away for someone to enter. Sitting on the bed on the other side of the room is an acceptable distance, so I do not move. The door opens and my Mistress steps in. I fight to not gasp when I see her. She is wearing a tight fitting, short-sleeved shirt and a medium skirt. The shirt is light colored, and strains to contain her massive bust line. The top few buttons are undone, allowing a generous amount of cleavage revealed to my hungry eyes. The skirt wraps snugly around her broad hips, accenting her thick, hourglass figure in a soft, grey weave. I drink her in with my eyes for just a second, and then drop my gaze to the floor respectfully. I hear the knowing amusement in her voice as she speaks.

"Are you ready?"

I nod my answer and rise when she gestures for me to follow. Together we leave my quarters and start down the hallway to the Breeding Room. My Mistress walks in front of me, showing her trust of me by turning her back to me. I wonder, even as I watch her shapely rump undulate under the fabric of her skirt, if she knows I would gladly throw myself on a blade to please her. As my eyes follow her swaying form down the hall, my mind and body yearn to hold her and crush her to me. The thoughts of taking her and stripping her clothes from her scrumptious form shock me into realizing where we were. The hallway terminated just outside the Breeding Room, and now my nose is twitching at a familiar odor. Instantly, the source of my lust is revealed. I take a deep breath, curling my nose and snorting at the sweet musky aroma, tinged with just a hint of blood, urine, and peppers. It is the smell of a female in heat. Granted, every female smells differently, and this is the fifth time I have made this walk. Every time, I try to guess who is waiting beyond the door, smelling her long before I see her. I open my eyes to see my Mistress watching in amusement. Her eyes twinkle as they drop and see the effects the smell has had on me. I blush as I realize the display I have given her and hang my head in mild humiliation. Her paw strokes my cheek for the first time ever, widening my eyes as I look at her. Her voice is soft and melodious.

"It's okay, my pet. Just don't let your instincts overwhelm your training. This girl's owner is looking to add some size to his herd, and you have plenty of that. Treat her gently and maybe I will reward you later..."

I swallow my gasp of surprise at her words. Never before has she spoken thusly, and certainly has she never offered any reward. My mind spins, the heat smell secondary, and I look at my Mistress with abject devotion and reverence. I nod once, and then cast down my gaze respectfully. She pats my neck, another new thing, and turns to open the door. Inside, a quiet, clean barn interior awaits us. The small, highly placed windows cast enough light to forego the use of the electrics. In the center of the room, a breeding stand has been placed and raised to help with the coming event. The raised, slip-resistant platform sports one, T-shaped handle, set tall enough to allow a female to lean over it if she desires. The breeding stand fails to keep my attention as the origin of the heat smell comes into view. The stocky, plump zebra mare gasps with fear as I round the corner after my Mistress. Inwardly, I cringe at the light of fear in her eyes. I am aware that I am big. She is chained to the stand, avoiding contact with the well-dressed boar who owns her. I see this little detail and my mind begins to paint a picture. It comes to me that maybe this striped equine does not enjoy the attentions of her owner, or even tolerates them. My Mistress turns suddenly and strides to a spot on the other side of the stand, away from the pig. I stop, and wait patiently for the zebra to get a complete look.

She trembles as her eyes move up and down my frame. In my mind, I picture what she is seeing. Tall, blocky, arms like tree trunks, shoulders as broad as a tractor, and more, all coming together to form a wide-eyed, panting giant of a horse. Her heat smell was nearly overpowering my restraints, but I approach slowly and drop to one knee before her. I know, from my beloved cow, that my height intimidates, so I reduce it quickly to try to make her feel more at ease. The zebra watches me kneel in surprise, and then, when I do not move, she approaches and holds out an unsteady paw, palm forward. I lean in and rub my soft nose in her palm, knowing it is the most pliable and supple part of my body. She smiles and automatically caresses my muzzle, her paw telling her that I am not as scary as she may have thought. I let her rub my nose for a few moments, watching her body language. When she appears to start to relax, I take a paw and cover her own with mine, right over my nose. She squeaks a little at the sudden move, but relaxes again when I simply use my touch to help guide her paw all over my muzzle. Occasionally, I let the tip of my tongue brush against her palm, dampening it lightly. The slow, easy motions relax the female somewhat, allowing her heat to return. Before very long, she steps up to me and starts to rub at my head with her other paw.

I murr softly and lean into her touch. My free paw comes up and slowly strokes once down her side and across her hip. The zebra groans and shudders at the contact, prompting me to continue. Slowly, as though under water, I pull her closer and give her plenty of time to adapt to the nearness. Before long, her paws slip away and allow me to nuzzle her gently between her heaving breasts. I take my time, slowly rubbing up and down her flanks and occasionally her rump. I look up and find her, eyes closed and panting lightly. I let my mouth drift to a side and nuzzle one of her nipples, which are engorged and standing upright. The zebra gasps, and then moans at the attention. With one more nuzzle, I grip her hips gently and start to turn her around. She resists for a split second, and then goes along, turning slowly.

My eyes flicker over to my Mistress, who is watching all of this intently. I can see her thick nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt, and on the air is a new smell, wafting from the general direction of the base of her skirt. While not a heat smell, her scent is delicious and inviting, sending small waves of agony through my already-pulsing erection. I see her eyes snap to mine, catching me staring. Chagrined, I return my attentions to the stocky zebra before me.

The striped equine faces away from me, her tail swishing in mild agitation. I guide her forward, up on to the platform. As she mounts the step, she looks back in protest, clearly anxious about what is to come. I stay on my knees and shuffle over closer. I know an excited or scared partner can hurt themselves or others if something isn't done to calm them down and the whites above the zebra's eyes tell me that she is rapidly approaching her frenzied state once again. As gently as I can, I lick a trail up the back side of one meaty thigh. The skin below my tongue quivers at the attention, and a sharp intake of breath comes from above. I trail up and over the bottom of her rump, making sure to brush my soft nose along her fur. Sliding sideways, I soon find myself nestled in the cleft of her bottom, poised above her zebrahood. The striped face turns and looks, fear replaced with lust. Her mouth hangs open slightly, her eyes only half open, and her face radiates helplessness as she becomes a slave to her own raging hormones.

To relax her further, I push forward and lick tenderly across her blazing hot slit. As I touch, the zebra squeals her approval above me and pushes back into my muzzle, draping the upper portion of her body over the padded stand set there for just such purpose. She arches her back, giving me better access, and her long tail flits back and forth over my ears. I spend some time, lapping at her slit, relaxing her anxiety, and preparing her for the ordeal to come. Down below, hidden under my simple loincloth and nestled between my brawny thighs, my organ pulses with rigid, blue-veined life. I tug at the strings at my side and toss the loincloth away as it was made to be. My eyes drift sideways to see my Mistress watching my motions with rapt attention. One of her paws was busy brushing against her painfully-hard nip and the other vanished in the slit of her skirt. Her mouth was slightly open, and her nostrils flared with her heavy breaths. Pleased to see that I have excited her, I return my attentions to the zebra and prepare to give my Mistress a show. The zebra quivers and twitches above me as I lick against her engorged nub of nerves. She hitches once, and then suddenly floods my mouth with her aromatic juices. I lap at her nethers hungrily as she bucks through her orgasm and then rise to take my place behind her.

The zebra femme has not yet noticed my change of position, gasping with her eyes closed in the aftermath of her climax. I align my throbbing erection up with her sex and rub the enormous head up and down slowly, bathing it in her lubricants. Slowly, the striped female becomes aware of me and starts to turn to look back. I hold myself still and cock my hips forward, putting pressure in her tight opening. I have to hook one paw around her waist for leverage, and aim my throbbing pole with the other, so all of the pressure comes from the motion of my hips. Her sex resists the intrusion briefly, her eyes going wide as she realizes what I am doing. Then, with an abrupt movement, her body gives way, her labia spreading wide to allow the tip of my shaft to enter. Stretched as wide as she is, the zebra's body only allows the first inch or so of my massive girth to enter, her delicate flower transforming into a thin, pink line encircling my member. The zebra gives a convulsive grunt when I penetrate her, her teeth gritted together and her head flopping forward as I push. I pause a moment to give her a chance to acclimate to my size.

I chance a look to my Mistress, whose eyes were riveted on the point where my body joins the zebra's. Her one paw is slipped inside her shirt, fingers circling her thick nipple, and the other moves, unseen, under her skirt. I grin at the hungry look on her face. I've seen my Mistress like this before, at every one of my four previous breedings. Deep down in my heart, I wish it was her upon this stand, her back arched for me, her breath coming quickly because of me. That thought in mind, I turn back to the zebra, whom had stopped trying to lean away, her heat rapidly overcoming her discomfort.

I move both paws to the sides of her torso, just above her broad hips. My thumbs dig gently into her back on both sides of her spine, trying to relax her for what came next. With a small grunt, I pull her to me, pushing forward with my pelvis. Her warmth parts for me reluctantly, but it does part, and several more inches slide deeper into her body as she squeals and thrashes on the stand. I look down and see her reddened sex stretching tightly around my girth, her figure trembling around me. To help for the next part, I drool into my paw and rub it on my length, just in front of where I enter her body. After a few moments, the zebra calmed down enough for me to push again. I reach for her hips and she whips her head around, eyes wide. She shook her head, nearly bending over herself in her attempt to deny me. I meet her face partway with my own and kiss her. Even at the awkward angle, the zebra melts at my lips pressing to hers. After a few moments, she breaks away and gives me a look that tells me it is okay to keep going. I rub her back with one big paw, and then grab her hips and pull.

The striped femme must have been more relaxed than I originally thought, because nearly three quarters of my length plunges home when I tug on her this time. She grunts again as I slide in, and then when I rub her back, she nods weakly, ready for the rest. Grinning, I adjust my grip on her hips and slowly increase the power of my push. Inch by inch, I sink into the zebra, until her rump presses against the tops of my thighs. When I finally hilt within her, she takes a few moments, panting as she stands there. I continue to rub her back, just above her waist, trying to help her adjust around my size. Inside, her passage clenches and releases around me as she quivers on the stand. I sigh at her warmth, enjoying the feeling of her sex around mine. After a time, when the trembling tapers off, I drag my flat hoof-like nails down her back, getting a little purr of pleasure from the zebra. Obviously, she was starting to adjust to my girth, so I decided it was time to move on.

I pull out of her body a little, eliciting another look from the striped female. As gently as possible while still being strong, I push back into her, causing her to gasp at the repeat intrusion. Taking small strokes, I continue to pull out and push in. The zebra hangs her head for a few minutes, but then her burning hormones help her to start nickering softly at every thrust. I gradually increase the length of each push, gripping her hips gently and pulling her body to me every time. The striped femme pants on the stand and starts to push back at every thrust. In moments, the sounds of our bodies colliding echo through the room. I pick up the pace, thrusting harder and harder as the zebra nods before me. I slip one paw down below to her belly, feeling the lump that was my stallionhood oscillating back and forth, slightly distending her plump stomach with every movement. Her walls clench rhythmically, milking at my shaft and dragging on my length. I feel my breathing grow faster and my hips start to buck harder as I service her. As the impending sensations grow, I chance another look at my Mistress.

She was pinching her nipple hard, and moving her other paw in short, rapid motions beneath her skirt. Her massive chest heaves as she pants, and her mouth hangs open just a little. Her eyes are riveted at the point where I continue to drive myself into the zebra. With every thrust, my Mistress rocks back just a little, almost like she was the one on the stand. The thought spurs me on, and I turn back to what I am doing. Imagining my Mistress bent over before me, I growl low in my throat and suddenly redouble my efforts.

A flick of my eyes to the other side reveal the well dressed pig, also watching. His eyes keep moving from the zebra's face to where our bodies joined. Occasionally, he would reach down and adjust himself through his slacks, proving he was not immune to the scene before him. I have a moment of panic when I think he can see my Mistress pleasuring herself on the other side of the stand, but then I realize she had placed herself with us between her and the pig. Relieved, I focused on the plump Hippotigrine in front of me.

She is leaning over the upright handle, head lolling, as her body rocks forward with every thrust of my powerful hips. I was driving myself home with abandon, slapping loudly off her buttocks and causing our combined fluids to splatter with the impact. My climax hangs precariously, waiting for the one moment I had been trained to anticipate. Soon, the femme zebra tenses and shudders, her walls contracting around me and tripling the friction of our lovemaking. This is what I am waiting on, and the increased sensation instantly drives me over the edge. With a stuttered thrust, my abdominal muscles contract almost painfully and drive me forward in one great heave.

I give a few miniscule hip rolls, barely more than twitches, as I crush her body back on to my length. My sack tense, my teeth grind together, and I erupt inside her body. Long, flowing spurts of my seed paint the inside of her passage. The end of my member swells tight, ensuring none of my contributions will escape. I twitch and groan above her, resting partially on her back, as I pump my life-bearing fluids into her for what seem like hours. The zebra groans at the feeling, her heat fulfilled, and actually turns a little to look at me. I give her a weak smile and rub one breast, all while I continue to fill her. The zebra smiles back as the last few spurts join the hefty amount already sloshing in her belly. The striped femme widens her eyes and places one paw on her distended gut. I move my own from her breast and place it over hers, making her rub her protruding tummy in small circles. The zebra gazes down at her stomach for a moment, and then seems to realize what it means. She turns her upper half to look at me as best as she can.

I smile at her again and kiss her nose softly. We rub muzzles for a few minutes, and then a distinct cough grabs our attention. I look to my Mistress, who is standing, arms folded, and looking at us in expectation. I immediately see the wetness on her fingers and smell the delicious smell of her in the air. With chagrin, I stand up straight and back out of the zebra, watching as the impressive length of my genitalia reveals itself and flops down between my thighs. It is immediately followed by a torrent of thick, pearly liquid, splashing down over the zebra's legs and hooves. I move away a safe distance, just like I was trained, and the pig steps up to run his chubby paw down the zebra's side. He ignores her jump of surprise at his touch and turns to my Mistress.

"It actually worked. Your boy is pretty good."

My Mistress glances at me with a knowing smile.

"Yes. He is very good, just like I told you earlier."

The pig looks thoughtfully at the zebra's stomach, still swollen from my enormous deposit.

"And you say he's had a perfect success rate?"

My Mistress smirks at him.

"Every female he has bred has been impregnated. He's ridiculously virile..."

The pig nods thoughtfully as I thrill inside. Since I began my duties, I had not heard the fates of the four other females with whom I had bred. To know that each now carried my child within them gives me an odd pang of pride. I quickly squash the feeling; a slave need not have such thoughts. The suited porcine thanks my Mistress and gathers the zebra to leave. As they disappear down the opposite hallway, the striped femme looks over her shoulder at me one last time, a small smile on her lips. I smile back, and then turn obediently to my Mistress when they are gone.

She continues to look at me thoughtfully, arms crossed under her huge breasts. I drop my gaze to the floor, partially to avoid looking at the wetness on her fingertips, and partially to hide my flaring nostrils as I drank in her aroma. I stand under her gaze for several moments trying not to shift my weight in nervousness. To my relief, she turns and gestures for me to follow. Back out the door and down the hallway, my eyes watch the sultry sway of her hips beneath that grey skirt. Her intoxicating scent continues to ply away at my nose, nearly causing my mouth to water. In my mind, I reviewed the events of the breeder stand, and in my imagination, I changed stocky stripes into full-figured, russet fur. A thin, leonine tail sprouted into thick blonde waves and a short dark mane became long, lustrous golden locks. I picture my Mistress writhing below me as I serviced her, and felt my lust and adoration start to grow again. Startled at the lack of control, I shake my head to clear it, just as we reach the door to my quarters. My Mistress turns and smiles at me, blazing a path straight to my heart. Her smile turns into a knowing grin as she speaks to me.

"You did very well, my pet. Hamilton will be pleased with your actions. Now...I have something for you..."

My Mistress lifts her wet fingers and puts them on my nose. The tantalizing aroma suddenly increases tenfold. I close my eyes to her bemused smile and inhale deeply, trying to etch her scent in my brain. Without thinking, I open my jaws and lip her fingers into my mouth. As my tongue rolls across them, her flavor explodes on my taste buds. I swish her fingers around, cleaning them as I snort softly, eyes closed. After a few seconds of bliss, I realize what I am doing and snapped to attention with a jerk. My wide eyes search her face as I let her fingers slip from my mouth. My Mistress looks at her paw in surprise, and then to me. I drop my gaze quickly, blushing hard, and lay my ears back flat. The insides of my ears burn with embarrassment as the ramifications of my actions trounce through my head. A slave can never touch the Mistress without her permission. What I did was punishable by beating, or worse. I stand and wait for the outburst. To my shock, I feel a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at my Mistress and her knowing smile.

"It's ok, pet. I won't be upset from your touches..."

My ears perk, and I breathe a sigh of relief at her statement. My heart flutters, trying not to read more into her words. She reaches over and opens the electronic door, easy enough from this side. I turn and duck through to my quarters. Halfway across the room, I turn and look back at her slowly and with great reverence. She smiles and winks at me before closing the door, leaving me to my thoughts...and my pounding heart. I turn and sit on the bed with a sigh. Normally I would use the weight lifting equipment, but my Mistress told me it wasn't necessary on days that I fulfill my duties. She does not want me to become too overworked. I sit and stare at the weights, my mind reviewing the conversation I heard in the breeding room. The knowledge of my success in my prior breedings gives me no small amount of pleasure. In my head, I can easily recall each and every breeding, and the events leading up to them.

It had all started soon after I arrived at my new home from the farm. My Mistress had dropped me off at the training facility herself and ordered me to learn everything I could. The middle aged bovine who instructed me had been patient, thorough, and completely infatuated with me from the start. She taught me to read, to know some things about the world, and, most importantly, how to properly breed a female. The first time I removed my loincloth, she had gasped at my size, but her soft voice and gentle touches guided me through my fumbling advances, until the time came when I could bring her to screaming heights of pleasure, followed by contentment and the glow of after. When I no longer fumbled, or hesitated, the plump cow reluctantly released me back into the care of my Mistress.

The day I had to come back was very poignant. I found a part of me wishing I could stay with the cow, but I really wanted to return to my Mistress. It was on that day, as the cow bid me goodbye vigorously in full view of our owners, which my Mistress first gave me that appraising glance I have come to know so well. Months later I learned that my bovine instructor had never once been so fond of one of her charges, and that she had begged to stop teaching any other males, no longer having the stomach for it. Upon hearing the news, the thoughtful glances from my Mistress increased tenfold, and I started to find myself doing what I could to get them

My first breeding was to a thick bodied, dun-colored mare whom had already produced two foals. Even her experienced eyes had flown wide when she first saw me come around the corner. I was gentle, and trained, but it had been her experience that helped me complete my duties that first time. After, when we lay joined together, the mare had whispered her thanks in my ear, swelling my heart with a job well done.

My second breeding was to my own sweet bovine teacher. She had begged to be allowed to stop teaching and have her own child. Her owner relented and arranged for her to come to me. Our reunion had been joyous. When I lay eyes on her, I rushed to scoop her up in my arms. Her sweet kisses did nothing to hide the smell of her estrus, a new experience for me for when I was in training, I was never allowed near my teacher when she was in heat. I always knew because I would spend the few days each month waffling between watching my Mistress and pining for the touch of the cow. We then spent little time getting reacquainted, moving and panting together as we had done hundreds of times before. When at last I spilled my seed into her, the cow had dragged me down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her eyes had filled with tears, murmuring her thanks in my ear before she was led away. My heart lurched to see her go, and my Mistress had watched me carefully for a full month afterwards.

My third breeding was my most traumatic. A friend of my Mistress came asking for help. One of his slaves was in heat, and he had no one capable of breeding her. My Mistress reluctantly agreed to let me try and I had walked down the hallway in mild trepidation. The heat smell had been oddly pungent, and the door opened on a female grizzly bear nearly as large as me. I hesitated for the first time ever, but my Mistress had soothed me with soft words, telling me she had confidence in me. When I had approached the bear, the ursine had growled and attacked me. It was soon obvious that this breeding would be completed with more strength than seduction. I rose to the challenge, and soon the femme bear whined below me, tummy full of seed, and licking at the various scratches and scrapes she had left on my body. I kissed her thoroughly, grinning inside as she hungrily devoured my tonsils with her tongue. When the bear had been escorted away by handlers, her owner had given me an appraising look, and then made an offer to my Mistress. The curvy Draft had laughed at him and refused my sale before turning and leading me away.

My fourth breeding was my most unusual. The female in the breeding room had turned out to be a curvy little kitsune with two tails. Her sparkling eyes and giggles relaxed me and made it easy for me to drape her on a nearby platform and fill her to her limits. She moaned and gasped below me, her thick, fertile aroma spearing me deep in a primal part of my brain. Near the end, I slammed into her with wild abandon before filling her womb with my hot, fertile spunk. Afterwards, she followed her owner away, flipping her twin tails and grinning over her shoulder at me as she vanished down the hall.

My mind flipped back through every moment, from training to the zebra, and throughout it all I couldn't help but think how complete it would be if only my Mistress would choose me as her own. In my mind, I watched her walk before me, hips swaying, and my desire flared greatly, hidden inside. As I shifted on the edge of my bed, my eyes flicked to the barred window, where sometimes my Mistress would come after a breeding and stare into my room thoughtfully. After a long time, she didn't show, and I decided it was time to get clean. As I made my way to my shower, my thoughts went back to the sight of her broad rump, swaying slightly as she walked, and I decided to turn the shower all the way to cold.

For three days, my life returned to normal. I awoke, read some of my books, and lifted weights. Occasionally, food would appear in the portal, but I didn't see anyone, not even my Mistress. As the days went by, I began to feel as though I had upset her somehow. I felt that, in reality, my transgression after the breeding was indeed too much, and that I was soon to be punished. My anxiety grew, and my worries began to affect my simple life. On the morning of the third day since the breeding, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, contemplating my situation and listening to bad weather outside, when the lights went out. I leapt to my hooves, startled, and looked quickly around my room. A muffled whump signaled the emergency lighting, its ambient light cast a reassuring glow through the barred window, slanting in from somewhere out of my sight. As I stood and wondered what had caused the blackout, the electronic door to my side clicked open...all by itself.

My ears instantly laid flat to my head as the opening widened very slightly. The crashing realization came to me that it would be possible to walk right out of my room! I trembled at the thought and suddenly realized that I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay...for my Mistress. Trembling, I returned to my bed's edge and sat down. I was still there when I heard the voices in the hallway beyond my door. One was clearly my Mistress, heated and upset. The other belonged to one of her workers, nearly whining.

"B...but ma'am! It was the breaker! When the bolt hit the substation, the power surge tripped the breaker!"

"Well get it reset...now! His door is unsecure! We don't even know if he's still in there!"

"The backup generator is on the other side of the compound! I have to start it from there!"

"Then get over there and do it! I'll flip the breaker in his room."

"I...I don't know if the door control is in there...I think-"

"It should be! Give me the keys to the box."

My ears picked up the gentle clink of metal on metal, and then a hushed whisper.

"Ma'am...what if he is still in there?"

My ears flicked forward as I heard her low snort.

"Don't worry about me. If he's in there, he won't hurt me. You get to the generator, and then get out to the substation to help with the repairs."

There was a barely-audible squeak.

"Me? But the substation is an hour away!"

"Then you had better get moving...NOW."

The worker "eeped" and I heard the sounds of footpaws moving away at high speed. As I sat there, the door to my room swung open and my Mistress appeared in the opening. My breath caught hard in my throat. She was wearing a cream colored nightgown that reached down to mid-thigh. The thin straps hung from her shoulders to the top of the fabric, which strained mightily to contain her massive breasts. The opaque material hugged her hips, accentuating her womanly curves. My eyes were temporarily drawn to her bust where her thick nipples stood out prominently. I gaped a little, and then hurriedly dropped my gaze. I heard her voice then, thick with surprise.

"You're still here, pet?"

I nodded slowly, fixing my eyes on her hooves. The image of her, dressed so skimpily, burned in my mind. My thoughts worked rapidly, and I deduced that she must have been asleep when the power went out. I watched her hooves step closer, bringing her shapely lower legs into my line of sight. A paw touched my head, right between my ears, as she spoke in low tones.

"I'm glad you didn't leave, pet. I would have missed you greatly."

I closed my eyes and sighed at her touch. The words set my heart beating strongly even as I relished her fingers in my mane. From her actions, I figured that she didn't realize I was able to hear her conversation in the hallway. As she dropped her paw and moved away towards the table, I inhaled as I always did, searching for her scent. What I found hit me like a truck! Her normal, delicious aroma was present, but now it was magnified a hundredfold. The luscious, musky scent was tinged with the coppery blood smell, and an incredible, sweet texture that reminded me of the tasty, aromatic cookies my old Master used to give me when I was very young. As this scent slammed into my brain, I rocked backwards slightly, turning my widened eyes to follow my Mistress across the room. Her scent lingered on my tongue, nearly palatable as I swallowed reflexively. When she leaned over the table, the crashing realization hit me all at once. My Mistress was in heat!

My eyes snapped back away from her and on to the floor again. Inside, my heart was pounding, my head swam, and my paws trembled. Even as I clenched my paws into fists in my lap, her aroma continued to pervade the room, sweeter and more intoxicating than any other smell I have ever before encountered. I gritted my teeth and tried desperately to breath in small, shallow breaths. My gaze flicked briefly to the door across the room as it swung shut, bumping ineffectively against the jamb and then hanging there, nearly all the way closed. The jingle of keys to my right lured me to turn my head automatically. As I caught sight of my Mistress, I had to clamp my teeth on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. She was sprawled on her paws and knees across the table, one finger scrolling down the breakers, searching for the open one. The silky nightgown had ridden up high on her hips, held in place by her tail. From my vantage point, I had a clear view of her backside, and she wasn't wearing any undergarments!

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight. Her soft, plump mound was perfectly visible under her tail, reddened and slightly puffy from her heat. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My vision began to tunnel, the outside edges darkening down until all I could focus on was the site of her genitalia, two short yards away. As I stared, her long, blonde tail swished across, breaking my line of sight with her bottom. Like coming out of a trance, I shook my head and stood up quickly, intent on putting more distance between myself and the table. Even as I took the first step backwards, my racing mind began to put together the pieces. My Mistress had been gone for so long because she must have begun her heat immediately after my last breeding. It would also explain her aberrant behavior, as her hormones prepared her for her season. Early heat symptoms would have made her more flirtatious, and added that extra zing to her smell.

I looked around the room in desperation, trying not to stare at her on the table. In my mind, the countless hours of following her swaying form, the subtle glances through the window, and her knowing smile flitted through my thoughts as I sought a way to escape. I fought a war with myself. I so desperately wanted to go to her and take advantage of her physical condition but my logical mind continued to remind me of the dire consequences of touching the Mistress without her permission. I stood, frozen and staring, as my eyes remained locked to her backside. Over and over again, I struggled to look away, telling myself to hold back, to refrain. Unfortunately, despite my best attempts, my gaze continued to be drawn back to the table. My Mistress continued to scan down the breakers, totally oblivious to the scene she was showing me. The smell of her heat thickened the air, slowly sapping me of my will and causing my body to react in an obvious, protruding fashion. I managed to back away another step, every inch of the movement feeling like a mile. On the table, My Mistress grumbled.

"These breakers are all on! It must be the panel in the hall!"

As the words left her lips, the lights flickered and came on. To my left, the electronic door hummed loudly and clicked shut, sealing us both in the room. Even as I turned my own head in surprise, My Mistress spun around on the table, one curvy hip rolling over the other, leaving her sitting upright on the flat surface with her entire upper body supported by her paws behind her back. Her wide eyes fixed on the door as she came to the same conclusion as I in a split second.

We were locked in! Together! From this side of the door, it was impossible to open!

Emotions flickered across her features as the full implications of the situation sank in. As for me, being locked in my room was commonplace, so my attention quickly slid away from the lock and back to her. Shoulders back, knees touching, hooves dangling cutely over the edge of the table, she stared in shock at the door as I drank in her form. Her open mouth closed suddenly as her gaze turned to see me staring at her overtly.

"Pet?"

All of the emotions and wanting I had for her flooded to the surface, overwhelming me in a haze of desire. I knew, without a doubt, that I should not touch, that I should not even think what I was thinking, but before I realized what I was doing, I crossed the room in three quick strides to step up to the table and wedge my hips between her calves. Her eyes widened even further as she looked up at me in shocked confusion, and her mouth opened to speak, but I cut her off by leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.

Inwardly, I elated and bubbled with happiness as I pressed my lips tenderly to her warm muzzle. For three years I watched and longed for her. I spent hours hoping and wishing for more than just a few minutes of her attention. Every moment and every wish all culminated in this single act. At this point, I was beyond caring if I was to be punished for doing this, I just couldn't wait any longer. I had my eyes closed, savoring the contact of my muzzle on hers, so I felt rather than saw when My Mistress shifted her weight to bring one paw around to push weakly against my shoulder. Lost in the moment, I rumbled a little and slid my paws behind her hips, pulling her body right across the table's surface to press up against mine. She squeaked through her nose and froze in my embrace, trembling against my chest and stomach as her paw fluttered on my shoulder. I felt her tense, and for one brief moment, the haze of pheromone-induced fog cleared, allowing me to think clearly. I opened my eyes and looked into hers, inches away and full of mildly fearful surprise.

Like a cold splash of water, her expression snapped me back to my senses. I pulled my face away and took a second to glance down between us. I was standing at the edge of the table, pressing my hips to hers tightly. My paws were cupping the tops of her pert buttocks, squashing her hips and crotch tight against my own. I took in the rumpled cloth of her nightgown, pulled halfway up over her hips in my haste to grab her earlier. The soft, velvety fabric draped over my paws in the back where my rough pads pressed against her supple fur bottom. Even in my shock, I noticed how wonderfully she filled my arms. Her sturdy, plump form felt absolutely intoxicating brushing against the inside of my embrace. I noticed how tightly I was holding her when my heart sank, my face felt flush, and my ears dropped flat to my skull. I raised my head and looked at her face.

My Mistress met my eyes and saw my apologies floating behind them. As her gaze locked to my own, my adoration and lust gave way to a niggling fear. For a brief moment, her eyebrows rose even higher as I started to lean back in preparation to step away. Suddenly, the surprised look was gone, replaced by something cool and speculative. I froze instantly, knowing that look all too well. In the past, when my Mistress was contemplating a situation and trying to decide how she would handle it, she would often stand outside my window and stare off into the distance with that same look. I opened my mouth to apologize even as her searching gaze flicked back and forth across my eyes. The paw that had been on my shoulder moved to my lips, cutting off my words. Her face softened and she looked up at me with a slight smirk.

I searched her face in a panic. I had watched her every move and her every expression for a very long time. I thought I had learned to recognize her emotions pretty well, but the look she was showing me now had me confused. My Mistress stared at me with a mixture of bemusement and secret knowledge, causing my uneasiness to grow. Despite my love for her, I knew, deep down, that what I was doing right now was very wrong. My Mistress should, by all rights, be upset with me, but she just sat there. As we stood still, the sensuous aroma wafted up between us, flaring my nostrils and reminding me of her condition. She noticed my breathy intake and raised one eyebrow slightly. I saw her glance down at where our bodies touched and then back to my face. Her expression segued to one of annoyance and...impatience?

Dozens of questions flashed through my mind, every one more lame and ineffectual than the last. I saw her look, and I dared to believe that she was waiting for more? I started to panic, not knowing what to do. All I had was my training, so I did the only thing I could think. I leaned in and nuzzled her cheek, kissing the corner of her lips softly and trailing small, sensuous kisses down the side of her face and neck. She gasped softly, completely unprepared for this maneuver, and I continued across the hollow of her throat, kneeling slowly as I went. Her soft fur gave way to cloth as I trailed kisses across the top of one breast and out over the arch of her chest. One thick nipple brushed my bottom lip, and I paused to exhale softly on it, warming it through the thin fabric. My Mistress groaned and moved her paw back behind her to the table. Inside, I thrilled and continued downward, bolstered by her reaction. My nose brushed against her plump tummy, my lips pecking at her skin through her nightgown as I descended. Within moments, I shifted my paws from her hips to the inside of her thighs, just above her knees. Her bundled garment vanished under my nose and I found myself kneeling, poised just above her fragrant mound. A deep inhalation brought me her scent once again, spiking my desire and setting my blood to boil. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and licked her puffy slit.

Above me, my Mistress sucked air through gritted teeth as my broad tongue dragged heavily upwards, parting her lips and brushing over her hard budding clitoris. Her taste exploded inside my mouth, searing my brain in its exquisite palate. All of the longing and pining dropped away as I dove back in and continued to pleasure her. Each long lick received a deep-throated moan of pleasure from above, so I persisted happily, occasionally thrusting my questing organ into her folds and raking across her heated tunnel. Her hips twitched at every intrusion, spurring me on to pleasure her to the very best of my ability. Inside, I was ecstatic! I was actually servicing my Mistress!

Her soft paw found the back of my head as I continued to lap at her petals. I raised my muzzle and dragged the full length of my tongue across her protruding nub. My Mistress gasped and gripped the short hair of my mane hard, pulling me tight into her as she writhed on the table. A warm flood splashed across my nose as she bucked against my lips. As I tasted her, my mind reeled with the possibilities of the situation. For so long I had dreamed of doing something like this! Even as I savored her, I dared to hope that I might continue with this!

In the back of my mind a tiny voice reminded me that there was a bed just behind me. The thought instantly became an intense desire, prompting me to stand. My Mistress slowly opened her eyes even as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, one around her waist and one behind her back. She squeaked a little as I lifted her easily from the table and spun her around, knee-walking out on to my bed and setting her down. I paused for a moment, drinking in the sight before me. My Mistress leaned back with her paws on the mattress, her nightgown bunched to just below her navel. Her enormous, pillowy breasts pushed against the fabric of her garment, pressing her thumb thick nipples against the creamy folds. She shifted slightly, smiling up at me with a seductive, easy smirk and half-lidded eyes. My wondrous gaze fixed on her bust and her smile widened. She slowly reached one paw up to me, took my paw and guided it to the bottom of her nightgown. I thrilled instantly, excitement building in my chest as I added my other paw and lifted. The fabric slid easily up over her body until I reached her chest. I had to pull it out very far, but my reward presented itself quickly when two massive globes dropped and bounced wonderfully into sight. I continued to pull the garment over her head until it fell free. My Mistress shook her long blonde mane and smiled as I tossed the sleepwear to one side. One quick tug had my loincloth following it to the floor. Then, for the first time, there was nothing but air between My Mistress and me.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers again, one paw sliding behind her to pull her close. In my excitement, every sense and every nerve ending went into overdrive. I could feel every curve of her torso at every point it pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and basked in the sensation as my body continued to react to her close proximity. Seconds later, My Mistress responded to the kiss by opening her mouth and pushing her tongue into mine. I murred softly and tenderly lay her back on the bed, following her down to rest gently above her. I felt her legs wrap around my waist as there was a few moments of subtle shifting of bodies. I continued to kiss her with all of the passion I could muster.

As we kissed, I felt my throbbing rod brush against her somewhere down below. Never before had I felt so big and so hard. The pressure was nearly painful! There was another subtle shift of her hips, and before I knew it, I felt her paw slither down between us and grasp my length. Her warm touch tingled where her fingers encircled my girth. She pulled my length forward and pressed the tip against the velvety entrance of her slit. Automatically I cocked my hips and slowly pushed forward. Her body parted and allowed me entrance, her wet warmth slowly sliding over me. My Mistress broke off our kiss and gasped softly as I entered her. When her clutching fingers halted my movement, she withdrew her hand and placed it on my hip. I paused a moment, basking in her warmth and allowing her to adjust to my size. I leaned down closer to her panting muzzle and gently kissed her on the neck. A soft murr in my ear and a near-imperceptible tug on my hip had me moving again in no time.

Inch by inch I slowly slid into her depths, nibbling at her neck as she grunted and trembled beneath me. As big as I am, my Mistress was able to accommodate me rather well, at least most of me. At one point, I heard her breath catch even as I felt her body tighten and stop my progress. I immediately quit moving and lifted my head to look at her in concern. She had her eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched as her breathing whistled through clenched teeth. After a couple of heartbeats, my Mistress opened her eyes and looked up at me. Seeing the concern on my face, she gave me pained smile and kissed my nose softly before whispering in my ear.

"Slowly, ok?"

I nodded at her and pressed my lips to hers again. Her tongue found its way into my mouth as I carefully withdrew a little from her silky folds and pressed forward again slowly. My Mistress huffed into my mouth as I met resistance again, but her passage slowly gave way and she groaned as I slid home. I paused, her soft stomach pressed to my abdomen. I felt her clench and pulse around my length as she adjusted to my size. The sensation was incredible! I broke away from our kiss and lifted myself slightly on my arms. My Mistress blinked a few times and looked up at me. After so many years of gazing at her from a distance, I took a moment to look into her eyes. Her soft brown orbs searched my face as I wordlessly projected my adoration and devotion. The sight of her so close took my breath away, fulfilling my endless fantasies and dreams. My Mistress blinked again and then shifted her palms to the side of my face. Without a sound, she pressed her lips to mine with a hunger that surprised me thoroughly.

Long months of training and five trips to the breeding room left me thinking I was an experienced lover, but the intensity with which My Mistress drew me to her was more than anything I had ever experienced before. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and crushed my lips to hers passionately with a sheer raw sexuality that left me reeling. In every fantasy of mine about my Mistress, I tried to imagine what she would do in the throes of passion. None of my wildest dreams came close to the reality. My Mistress slid her paws to the back of my head and gripped the short fur of my mane, twisting her fingers tightly. Her body rolled and flexed beneath mine, rubbing her slick walls against my entire length with every motion. I slid one paw down the sheets, dragging my fingers down her side and ending under her curvy buttock. I felt the muscle move under my touch, adding to the incredible sensations. I responded to her intensity as best as I could, tangling my own tongue with hers and pulling her hips to mine. I began to roll my hips softly, causing her to gasp into my mouth.

Encouraged, I pulled back a little and gave a small thrust. My Mistress groaned lustily beneath me and increased the ferocity of her kiss. I did it again, basking in the feeling of her warmth around me. She shuddered and gasped, breaking our kiss to pant in my ear. I continued to move slowly, alternately withdrawing and filling the sexy body below me. I moved in long, slow motions, basking in the feeling of her inner walls pulsing on my length. My Mistress moaned again and shifted her hips, bringing her hooves around behind my thighs. I put both my paws on the mattress next to her body and lifted myself up off of her a little. The vision of beauty beneath me opened her eyes, smiled up at me, and gently spurred me with the backs of her shiny hooves. I grinned down at her and pulled out halfway. A glance down showed my girth tucked into my Mistress, glistening with our combined juices. I looked back up at her and raised an eyebrow. Sensing my intentions, the voluptuous draft nodded and inhaled, bracing herself. Immediately, I thrust forward, burying myself in her body. My Mistress squealed and threw her head back, trembling underneath me as she convulsed in the throes of another orgasm. I hissed in delight as her passage clenched down on me tightly.

We continued in this way for some time, me bucking into her as she squealed and nickered on the mattress. In my mind I rejoiced, the entire experience more than for I could ever have hoped. As big as I was, my Mistress fit me perfectly. Our two bodies meshed together in harmonious synchronization. I moved steadily, plumping her depths with every stroke. The warmth of her around me, her soft, luxurious form below me, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of our rutting were overwhelming to my senses. I could still smell her heat, and my primitive side begged me to breed her, to make her mine. Time and time again I leaned down and nibbled softly at one of her bouncing teats. Each time, my Mistress would cry anew and dig her fingers into the back of my head, spurring me on to drive deeper and harder into her depths. Never have I been so aroused and eager!

I felt a familiar flutter in my loins and despaired. For so long all I wanted was to bed my Mistress, to please and service her. The building pressure I now felt would signal the end of this wonderful and electrifying moment. To make matters worse, my Mistress was bucking her hips up to meet mine, grunting softly with every stroke and losing herself in the sensations of our coupling. I considered slowing down and trying to draw the act out, but then I would break the rhythm that we had established. That, combined with my own body's desire to climax, helped to make my decision.

With no small amount of reluctance, coupled with that unique feeling of momentous anticipation, I slithered my left paw down behind her right knee and lifted. My Mistress stopped moving for a moment and looked at me curiously. Grinning, I continued to lift, sliding her leg up my arm and bracing it on my left shoulder. With her leg in place, I returned my left paw to the bed, leaning my weight on it. A small shift in my hips, and suddenly I was able to move my right paw from next to her torso and slide it under her waist, knuckles to the mattress. The movement forced my Mistress to cant her hips a little, but left her wide open to me. She looked a little puzzled until I used my new leverage to pull her waist towards me on the first thrust. She immediately squealed and threw her head back, digging her fingertips into my broad chest. I quickly fell in to a faster rhythm, driving my length deep into her body, angling to hit all of the spots I thought she would like. My Mistress cried out and shuddered through another climax, bearing down on me tightly within her passageway. She gasped for a few more seconds and then practically shouted up at me.

"Ngh... I can't wait anymore, pet! Please! Come for me! Give me everything!"

Like magic, the despair vanished. All I could think about was filling my Mistress to the rim. I huffed and increased my pace. The sense of her body, rocking below me, and the soft thumps of our hips clashing together spurred me to even greater heights of ecstasy. I closed my eyes for just a moment, basking in the feeling of her inner walls dragging along my entire length. The pressure and anticipation in my loins rose higher and higher to a fevered pitch. Without any conscious control, I started to stroke faster and faster, slamming into her with every thrust. Never had I tried to stave off so long, but the ending was inevitable. A slight keening sound reached my ears. With a start, I realized it was me, reacting to the billowing wave of my climax fast approaching. The keening became a roar as my hips stuttered suddenly, each shortened stroke more powerful than the last. I was dimly aware of my fingers digging into her waist, crushing her body to mine as I strived to push all of me as far into her as possible. Then the tide broke, and I drove myself into her one last time and held it there. A great pause somewhere inside broke free and I felt the most powerful and full orgasm of my life.

Clenching muscles wound tight inside me, and there was a powerful feeling of release as I climaxed. Great, thick gouts of my seed burst forth as I hung my head and panted above my Mistress, twitching and shuddering in place. Below me, my Mistress nickered loudly, gripping my upper arms and convulsing through her own orgasm. Her inner walls clenched and released mightily, milking me for what her body so desperately wanted. I gasped through another spurt before it dawned on me exactly what was happening. I was breeding my Mistress! The sheer audacity and forwardness of what was happening only added to the situation. I glowed inside, all of my dreams and desires coming true in this one act.

As the last few surges of my incredibly intense orgasm finished up inside, I dropped her leg and gently collapsed atop her body, supporting my weight on my arms. We lay there, gasping and panting, each in our own thoughts for moment. As the rush slowly faded and the warm afterglow of our coupling began, I started to think clearly for the first time since my Mistress walked in to my room. The hormones aside, I realized that I had done the unthinkable. As a slave, I could easily be terminated for what I had just done, despite the fact that my Mistress seemed to enjoy it. It didn't matter. Touching an owner without permission was strictly forbidden. As these thoughts flitted through my mind, I heaved myself up on my elbows and reluctantly looked into her face. To me, she was still the most beautiful female ever, but now I braced myself for what surely must come.

My Mistress opened her eyes slowly and looked up at me. I stared unabashedly into her soft brown orbs. The act of making eye contact was prohibited, but at this point, what would it matter? I had already committed far more! As she looked up at me thoughtfully, I couldn't help but think how gorgeous her eyes were, how well they fit her perfect face. She searched my expression for a moment, and then reached for something off to one side. Enthralled by her stare, I dared not to glance to see for what she was reaching. I felt if I looked away, whatever chance I had would be gone.

There was a metallic clink as she picked something up off the mattress. Keys? She must have been still holding them when I moved her here from the table. Her eyes slid sideways for a moment, breaking our stare, and I closed my eyes and waited for whatever pronouncement of guilt was to come. There was movement at my neck, and I snapped my eyes open in surprise. I looked down at her as she focused on something, using both paws and concentrating cutely. Then, without warning, I felt the nylon collar fall away! I gasped, not understanding what she was doing. Was this the first part of my punishment?

Collar and keys fell to the mattress, and my Mistress returned to just looking up at me. Her face was inscrutable. I returned her gaze, unable to fathom what lay in store for me. Our bodies still joined together somewhere below, and I wondered if I should move, or at least try to get off of her. Then, finally, she spoke.

"You know what you've done?"

I nodded slowly, my heart starting to sink in my chest.

"You know what I could do to you for this?"

I nodded again, sadly.

"Well...I'm not going to do it."

At first it didn't quite register, and then I looked at her in surprise. Inside, a small flicker of hope blossomed. She saw my reaction and stretched languidly with her arms on both sides of my head. Her mouth twisted into a smile as she draped her wrists on my neck.

"I've watched you for a while, pet. And don't think I haven't thought about this myself. Every time I led you down that hallway, I wondered what it would be like to have you for my own."

I was stunned! My Mistress thought about me? She took in my shocked look and chuckled softly.

"No more breeding for you. From now on, you will live inside with me."

One soft paw moved to rub at her stomach between us.

"After all, I want you around to help raise your baby..."

My heart surged at her words, and before I could think, I leaned down and kissed her, trying to project my passion and love for her across the touch. Her paws slid up to my head again and pulled me tight, returning the kiss with her own gentle ferocity. After a few moments, she broke away and smiled sweetly into my face.

"So. Maintenance won't have this door open for some time. Think you can do this again?"

I took in her surprisingly shy and gently questioning look, my heart starting to beat rapidly. Without a doubt, this was the best thing that ever happened to me! How could I ever refuse such an offer? My voice, unused in more than three years, was rusty, so it took two tries until my deep bass was able to rumble a reply.

"Of course, Mistress. I love you with all of my heart."

Her eyes widened at the first words I have ever spoken to her and she grinned and kissed me again. After that, my life has never been the same.

I was a Breeder slave, and I'm still in love with my Mistress...