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Wisp's Day - Part 3 of 3

By: Partran ( )

Wisp stood at the door, a willowy figure of a feminine pony stallion wearing an unkempt dress stained with the remains of his earlier debauchery, watching Partran double check the pony's earlier work putting the pump together and the stasis bottle in the frame.

The large feline nodded softly to himself, "It looks good." Then he turned to look at the bound draft stallion panting as he knelt on the tiled floor. Mike knelt in the middle of the room, wrists chained behind him to a heavy post. His powerful frame clad in an amber hide and his mane a flaxen blond that hung over his eyes.

Wisp had finished the teasing, and his own use, of the bound stallion and Mike had started to come down from the cum drunk place he'd gone when sucking the pony stallion's belled prick. He looked up at the tiger from under his forelock, his muzzle still a mess of cum and drool.

Partran chuckled and strode forward, crouching to stroke his heavy paws through Mike's mane and down his neck, kneading gently as he stroked and pet the muscular stud. "Someone enjoyed the teasing almost too much."

After a few moments caressing Mike's muzzle and having the stallion gently, and messily, nuzzle his arm, the tiger stood and began to disrobe. Thick fingered paws pushed buttons through holes and sliding out of his vest and soon working to remove his cream colored shirt. "It's lucky for you both that he was a good stud and kept from making a mess on the floor and wasting all this preparation."

Wisp stepped forward to lend his assistance to the tiger, his pink cock swaying unattended and still half hard beneath his pink skirt. He crouched to take hold of the Tiger's heavy boots and help him out of them as the Master loomed over him and the tiger undid his belt and slacks.

"Are we ready to begin, Mike?" The tiger asked as he stepped out of the slacks and Wisp busied himself picking them up and folding them neatly.

The thickly muscled stallion's long roman profile bobbed as he nodded, "Yes, sir. I think if I waited much longer I might make a dreadful mess." The massive stallion's voice was submissive, but not downcast. He reveled in his position and eagerly wanted to be where he was, despite the ache in his shoulders and cock-ring engorged erection.

The tiger seemed pleased at this and, now completely naked, stood as though a graven idol to some ancient god. Stocky and muscled beneath the plush fur and endowments that spoke of an almost absurd virility on display to both the draft and pony stallion alike. The tiger's oversized testicles dwarfed either of the equines and Wisp found himself staring wantonly again as he folded and put aside the Master's clothes.

"Alright, Wisp, unhook him." The tiger ordered in a rumbling bass voice as he crouched and picked up the tubing and collecting sheath. He assembled them and turned to see the big stallion unchained. From where Mike knelt by the central post the stud stretched forward, his shoulders experiencing some blessed relief as he shifted forward onto his hands and knees. He crawled on all fours to the center of the room, head up and tail flicking as proudly as a show horse as his cock bobbed beneath him and bounced up against his muscled belly.

With hands deft from much practice the tiger crouched beside the amber and blond stallion then slipped one hand in from behind to cup Mike's aching balls. That large paw cupping and rolling the mass of that smooth shaven leathery scrotum. Mike huffed and closed his eyes again, cock once again drooling a thick ooze of precum as his overfull balls felt tight at the stroking and soft kneading from the tiger's grip.

"A good load to give, I think." the tiger rumbled as he let those heavy orbs roll from his hand to hang low between Mike's spread thighs. That large paw slid up beneath Mike and took hold of the fat equine prick, guiding the flare into the opening of the sheath and slid it snugly into place. The large paw and that strong grip made Mike huff and bite his thick lower lip as he struggled not to fuck the squeeze of paw and sheath on him. At this moment, it would only take a few thrusts for him to climax and he knew he'd be punished if he came so early.

Once the sheath was in place and the stallion ready, Partran stood up and nodded to Wisp, "Go ahead and turn it on."

The pony stallion obliged and the pump began to provide a steady suction that drew the sheath tight around Mike's prick, earning a groan from the stud as he shifted on his hands and knees. The stallion, engulfed so, looked back at Partran pleadingly, "Am I being a good stud, sir?"

Partran nodded to the tormented stallion and rumbled fondly, "A very good stud, Mike."Partran admired the massive golden horse. Mike's huge draft horse frame, bulging with well worked muscle, was impressive even alongside the tiger. He was shorter, but broad, stocky and possessed of a stamina in the field that could put most other work horses to shame. His short bobbed tail flicked as he stood proudly on hands and knees.

Wisp watched as Partran admired the stallion, master's long tail hanging down and the tip flicking slowly back and forth in an amused fashion. By now, Partran had begun to push free of his milky white sheath, his black skinned prick coming into view and hanging heavy and half hard as he prepared Mike.

Wisp, knowing his role here, hurried to pick from a nearby cabinet both a bottle of oil and the bridle and blinders Mike wore for his tasks. Returning to where Mike knelt he offered the bottle to the tiger and then squatted as he untangled the straps of the bridle and reins.

"Head up." Wisp murmured to Mike as he lifted the tack and began to fasten it into place. The leather was well cared for and matched the wide black and gold collar the Master's servants all wore. It looked good on Mike's amber hide and soon Wisp had it in place and lightly brushed Mike's mane to one side, smiling at him. "You always look so good like this." The pony stallion murmured. "Alway like a big show horse."

Mike blushed, not saying anything as he tipped his head down, he felt exposed and vulnerable here, but safe none the less. The tiger had taken him on twenty years ago and they'd long since become very comfortable in their relative positions. So he stayed on all fours, proudly hiking that short tail up to reveal himself fully and once more raising his head in an elegant arch as he felt the snug bridle and reins hanging from his head.

Partran paused in his preparations to admire this, to watch the interplay between the girly pony and the big stud and smiled, he was proud of these two. Truth be told he was proud of all of his slaves. The sight of such a powerful stud bent and happy in his role always gave him a thrill, he fed off of Mike's contentment and it was as much that, as it was the sight of the muscular horse exposed so, that gave him the thrill that pushed that tapered inky dark shaft from his sheath.

Partran crouched behind the eager, submissive stallion and began to apply the oil to his thick fingers, smearing it over his wide fingertips before pressing two fingers against the meaty stallion's ring. The oil poured in a thin rivulet from the open bottle, onto the tiger's fingers, and then down to ooze along the intimate, tender skin under the stallion's upraised tail. Partran massaged that oil in slowly, making that soft dark skin glisten as the meaty ring puckered out and bulged against the probing as Mike huffed and gave faint trembles of his impressive musculature.

Wisp watched, eyes taking in the scene as his twice-spent cock tried to twitch to life again. He watched the tiger looming over the muscular stud, keading his thick fingers under Mike's upraised tail. Mike, on all fours, collared, bridled and with his blinders on gave a snort and shiver that started with a shaking of his silken mane and traveled along his powerful frame. The tiger's hands worked under his tail, loosening him, sliding into that stud's heated ass as he pushed faintly back. Wisp could see Mike's eyes squeezed tightly closed as he focused on that feeling of being so casually opened and stretched by the tiger. The draft horse's cock flared within the confines of the milking sheath and his clear precum had already begun to fill the empty space of the wrapping on his rigid prick.

The tiger's hand worked slowly, until he was knuckle deep with two thick digits of his paw inside Mike's muscular ass. He teased Mike by curling his fingers down and finding the bulb of the stud's prostate hidden within. "There's a big stud." Partran murmured encouragingly as he kneaded the stallion's hidden nodule. "Cum for me."

Mike, unable to speak, simply clenched his ass and rocked back hard against that intrusion, shuddering hard as his body tensed again. He jerked his head, tossing his mane at the building pressure at the base of his cock. The earlier teasing, the taste of Master's cum from the pony's ass and the still fresh taste of Wisp's cum making him unable to resist those fat fingers probing past his ring and with a groan he pushed back hard to the tiger's hand, clenching as his prick flared within the confines of that condom and he cried out at the sudden climax.

Wisp watched how the tiger's momentary look of surprise turned into a sly, pleased grin. The tiger loomed over Mike and with one hand still working the stallion's fat ring open and kneading the stud's prostate roughly, the Master's other paw grabbed the base of Mike's trapped prick and squeezed it, giving encouraging strokes along the throbbing, pulsing shaft as the belled flare gave fat spurt after spurt of rich white cum into the suction of the pump.

"Good boy!" Master encouraged as he worked the stallion front and rear to ensure this first orgasm was as heavy and productive as he could manage.

Wisp stood, mouth agape, as he stared wantonly at the blissful stallion being milked so completely. The pony stallion reaching down to stroke his own still hanging pink shaft, grunted quietly at the overstimulation from his earlier excitement. Regretting not being able to help out, he looked back to where Mike shifted on his knees and groaned as his rough orgasm was forced from him.

Partran rumbled a deep and chesty purr, sliding his fingers from Mike's loose rear and letting the stud's cock go. He stood and took a towel from where it hung over a stall door, cleaning his hand of some of the excess oil.

"How much did we get?" The tiger asked Wisp, breaking the small stallion's reverie. Wisp blinked then scampered over to where the pump still quietly worked, drawing the dregs from the sheath around Mike's erection and poured it into the prepared bottle. It was about half full of swirling white seed and Wisp looked at it, thinking it a bit scant compared to Mike's normal output.

"Half a bottle, sir." Wisp said as he inspected the glass decanter, feeling the heat of the collected cum through the glass. "Is that going to be enough?"

Partran, still toweling off his hands, gave Mike a contemplative look, thinking for a few moments before answering.

"No. I don't think so. If it were just one order then definitely, but even with extender and all I can't be sure I'll have two viable samples to deliver." Partran's muzzle turned into an amused grin, "We'll have to get him to stop holding back."

Mike, relaxing on all fours in the afterglow of his milking, perked his long ears up at that, trying to look back at the Master but being blocked by the blinders. He didn't say anything, though, merely getting a somewhat nervous look on his face that made Wisp smile too.

Partran stepped behind Mike again and crouched. By now the tiger's white furred sheath had drawn back along his dark skinned erection and that inky black shaft that had so recently fucked a messy whimpering helpless orgasm out of Wisp was once more standing and dripping pre from its pointed tip. From where the tiger rested behind Mike he could see that glossy fat ring and the stallion's heavy black balls hanging below.

Wisp watched the tiger eagerly, biting his lower lip as Partran once more picked up the bottle of oil and applied it along the dark skin of his arousal, the skin growing glossy and slick under the tiger's huge paw. Wisp stood there, without any orders and watched hungrily, unable to take his eyes off the scene. He stared openly, knowing Partran was going to "inspire" a better performance out of Mike in a way the big draft horse longed for.

Behind Mike, Partran leaned forward and stroked a huge paw over the muscular ass in front of him, kneading that rear and pulling one cheek aside as he let the narrow point of his greased shaft slip along the crevasse of the stallion's ass. The moment the bare dark skin met bare dark skin both tiger and stallion tensed in anticipation. Then, leaning forward, the tiger speared the stallion's ass open with the point of his ebon prick. Mike's tensed and tried to brace himself against the floor, spreading his knees and shuddering at the forceful intrusion. Mike's fat anus was practiced and well used, and the thick ring opened to accept Master Partran with surprising ease. The sensation of being roughly mounted by this intimidating male made Mike shudder and groan, barely resisting the urge to beg for more. Good horses don't talk when ridden.

Wisp's eyes were transfixed at the sight of these two unabashedly masculine figures fucking on the hard tile of the floor. Mike groaned and whinneyed faintly under his breath as though he were a mare in heat each time the tiger pushed forward in steady, inexorable thrusts that spread Mike wide. Wisp saw, with some surprise, that Mike was once again erect within the confines of the milking sheath.

The tiger sank roughly into Mike and the draft horse's ass ached with each stretch. Partran earned a solid grunt from the stallion as his hips collided roughly with Mike's rear. Growling now, the feline overshadowed the shorter stocky stallion. Huge orange paws gripped Mike's sturdy hips and thighs and, briefly shifting position over Mike as he withdrew, the tiger thrust again, sinking hard into Mike's ass and shaking the stud with the force of his hips slamming forward. Mike shuddered and bit his fat lower lip, having to brace himself hard against the floor as the tiger ground his muscular thighs against Mike's ass, making that heavy cock shift inside the stallion and grind in sensitive places within.

Wisp huffed and felt himself grow hard again at the spectacle, seeing the tiger's face, a silent half snarl with barred teeth as the beast felt Mike's inner heat so intimately. The tiger didn't pause for long once he had primed Mike's pliant ass. He began to draw back and thud forward in a heavy rolling of his robust thighs, each drive forward making Mike's sturdy body shake and the stallion groan like a mare in heat.

As the two muscular males rutted on the floor, Mike's flat equine cock slapping against his belly each time he was driven into, Wisp walked in a slow circle around, still unable to take his eyes off of the pair. The tiger's face was a rictus, a snarling mask as he grunted and growled with each push forward into that gripping, clutching stallion. Wisp eyed the two and his own arousal swayed heavy under his skirt. He gripped it and stroked himself, eyes fixing on the tiger's rump.

Timidly, Wisp moved around behind where Partran was crouched. He watched the powerful lines of muscle hidden beneath plush fur tense and those heavy testicles sway between the tiger's thighs. As he sank to his knees behind the Master his mouth went a little dry. He cleared his throat and looked up for his Master's assent.

Hearing that sound behind him, Partran paused as he had withdrawn several dark inches from the buttery heat of Mike's well loosened ass. He turned his head to see Wisp behind him, Wisp's sultry brown eyes gazing up at him through long lashes then flicking down to the base of that orange and black striped tail. The tiger chuckled and with a nod said, "Go ahead."

The tiger leaned slightly forward, having to adjust his crouch and his angle inside Mike's ass. He hiked up his thick tailbase as Wisp's small hands slipped to stroke his tensed buttocks. With him crouching, cock half buried within Mike's upturned ass, Wisp leaned forward and pressed his red-painted lips into the crease of his Master's ass. The scent of the tiger made him shiver and his tongue curled out to tease the tight dark ring hidden amid white fur.

He shuddered, but Partran soon returned to "encouraging" Mike, rhythmically drawing away from Wisp's tongue and lips as the pony stallion rimmed and kissed the tiger's hidden tender flesh. Still, in that rutting sweaty room the sounds of fucking echoed as Partran drove his hips down and into the stallion and Mike felt a familiar building pressure in his crotch. He fought to hold back, to let it build, but the feeling of being made into a mare was far too much to resist. The draft stud tensed and that his wrapped cock flared as it smacked against his muscular belly. Each time the tiger drove into him, Mike's cock clapped to his muscular gut and he could feel his resistance breaking.

Rough minutes passed as the tiger alternated between pushing his ass back against Wisp's probing tongue and driving into Mike. Then, with a snort and whinny, Mike's stocky body jerked and he tensed beautifully. Sweat on his golden hide shone as his muscles went rigid and beneath him that flared cock belled once more and smacked hard to his muscled gut. The golden stallion snorted and shuddered helplessly beneath Master and his dark flare erupted repeatedly into the milking sheath, far more copiously than before. The stimulation within drove from him rich and thick of cum that pulsed from him in thick spurt after thick spurt.

Through the powerful climax, Partran rode Mike's tensing body, driving into that clenching ring and feeling the spasming grip around his dark shaft. It wasn't until Mike's climax was nearly spent that Partran's thrusts grew shallower and less coordinated. Strong paws and faintly unsheathed claws gripped Mike hard enough to dimple even that hard muscled frame and the tiger's grossly oversized balls slapped repeatedly to Mike's thighs as Partran thrust urgently.

Forgotten, for the moment, Wisp drew his head back and had to force himself to leave the pair and attend to his duties. He crossed to check the pump as Partran drove his hips roughly and quickly against Mike. With a quaking snarl the tiger drove deeply one last time and his body was taken by the shuddering of his own orgasm. Once more his immense testicles, grown out of proportion, drew up to his groin causing Mike's eyes to roll back into his head. The sensations of the rough fuck were replaced suddenly by a gurgling within and intense pressure of the tiger's heavy orgasm into his ass. The stud grunted and tensed himself, driven to empty his balls still further into the damnably persistent suction of the milking sheath. Then, after long moments filled with shuddering, grunting and growling the tiger's climax began to wane. Partran panted heavily, leaning forward and supporting himself as best he could atop of and within Mike's body.

Wisp tried not to stare, the sight of the two males shuddering in their own orgasms somewhat more than a little distracting, and checked the pump. It was working well and by now the flask holding Mike's "donation" was full to the point of overflowing. Wisp quickly took it off the pump and placed a second jar into position to catch any dregs of the stallion's donation. Wisp sealed the full bottle and set it on the counter, then turned to watch as Partran, purring like a giant kitten, brushed Mike's mane and leaned down to rumble in the sweat-drenched stallion's ears.

"Good boy." Partran murmured amid that rolling purr, pleased with what Mike had given and taken. The tiger rubbed his feline muzzle through the stallion's silken mane as he still lazily fucked that loose, cum-drooling ring. Mike's rump, now soundly fucked, was soft and loose as a mare's cunt around his prick and Partran lazily rolled his hips, stirring the pints of thick seed inside the stallion, savoring the afterglow.

Partran reluctantly, lazily withdrew amid a spluttering gush of thick and searing cum. Dutifully Wisp trotted over on those dainty hooves of his and offered Partran a towel, the panting tiger taking a moment to steady himself and stand. Mike was momentarily forgotten as the stud shivered there and felt the sudden emptiness and the hot torrent oozing out his rear and down the back of his heavy leathery balls.

Partran toweled off as much of the rich thick mess off of his sheath and balls as he could. Cleaning traces of oil and far more still warm seed from the hanging half-hard mass of his dark prick and those now matted heavy testicles. He glanced over at Wisp and gave a chuckle, gathering his wits.

"Well?"

"Over a full bottle." Wisp answered, still in a rather needful state after that display.

The tiger nodded at that and thought for a moment, reaching to untangle his heavy emerald amulet from where it'd gotten tangled during the vigorous activities. "Go ahead and take it up to the study and put it in the storage box. I'll clean up Mike and get the room squared away."

Wisp bit his lip and nodded, "Yes, sir." He said, having half wanted to be the one to tend to Mike but not arguing. He picked up the still-warm bottle and, sparing one last look at Mike grinned to himself at the look of blissful well-fucked contentment on the stallion as his arms finally had given out and Mike lay on the floor, chest down, ass up, covered in sweat and cum.

Within a quarter of an hour Wisp had secured the flask of Mike's collection in a crystal box, the faint magics of the container sealing the bottle away from time for a while until the Master could prepare it to ship. Still somewhat frustrated, and rather still a mess from earlier, Wisp decided to go take a long bath. He was sticky and sweaty and, while he didn't mind either of these, he felt the urge to get clean before dinner.

And, who knew? Wisp thought with an impish smile, Max could still be there.

It was some hours later, as Partran sat behind the desk, with the winter-bare trees outside his study window casting long, evening shadows across the floor of his office. Before him in two crystal and steel cylinders sat two smaller bottles full of the off-white results of today's exuberances. The tiger bent to writing as Dusk opened the door and soundlessly walked in. She watched the tiger work, standing quietly in her high-necked dress. The white and black unicorn listened to the faint scratching of pen on paper until the tiger, finished with his task, looked up.

"Ah, Dusk." the tiger said, "The flasks are ready to go. Do make sure they go out on the train tomorrow. Both are due to ladies in the capitol. Delivery instructions are here."

The tiger motioned to a small pair of envelopes. "And final payment should be collected when delivered."

"Yes, sir." Dusk said as she nodded, stepping quietly forward to place the two indicated notes and the vials on a tray. She glanced up at the tiger as he leaned thoughtfully back in his huge chair and admired her.

Her slate eyes stared back into his and she said, "Mike does make a good sire for healthy and pretty foals."

The tiger nodded at this, relaxing back against his chair now that the day's work was finished. "He does indeed. I do wonder how he feels knowing he's sired half a dozen strong foals in noble houses across the Empire."

Dusk considered this, her grey eyes cheerful despite her restrained manner. "I think so long as Max loves him he's not terribly concerned either way. He trusts your judgement for dams for his foals and he is proud to serve you."

The tiger considered Dusk's words as she took the parcels and left, and relaxed back in his heavy chair as the sun sank further and twilight brought close to the day.