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Old February 10, 2021, 05:05 AM   #271
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Deep blue eyes now all but black,
As Éclair swayed and followed after Sliucha, the skip to her step long since gone and rendered instead into a dance-like drifting. That were it not for her Friend, Éclair would have been so utterly lost within the Temple,
That for all the Tour,
She well and truly didn’t have the foggiest clue,
As to where she was now, only vaguely aware of little details like Checkpoints and that the Temple was split into Public and Naughty and Aeternian and that Baths were always on the one side and that this too was Important,
Good Plan, Bad Plan,
It made absolutely no difference to her now,
The taste of the Baelung on her tongue,
And no matter the dozens upon dozens Éclair had taken during the serial gang-bangs,
It didn’t seem enough now after having been impacted by the Lust aura that, truly, Éclair didn’t need at the best of times to be an utter degenerate.
No, Éclair hadn’t been this dlck drunk since…
…well, last night when she’d passed out after putting out in numbers that the young woman had never considered even remotely possible. Sure, there was always the possibility that she had amongst the Roses - but when one had had copious amounts of the lovely white powder to snort and sniff? Éclair’s memory was hardly the most reliable either,
Sliucha was a Friend,
Friends were to be Trusted!
If one couldn’t Trust a Friend,
Then they weren’t Friends, obviously!
Pale features flushed with longing, her robe still left undone from the Baelung pen,
Éclair remained a picture of youthful radiance and promise, of potential that had only just begun to blossom and, well, trust. There was no guile to be found, no mischief or artifice. Just earnest, honest lust and desire and a blind willingness to go along with the flow of things and wherever Sliucha lead,
…why did Sliucha have a doggy-dlck?
That seemed like the kind of thing that Éclair knew she should ask about,
Especially when she was quite certain that during the Bath, that the knotted monstrosity hadn’t been there before. It was rather hard to miss after all!
That would be nice.
Oh, while Éclair was still doubtful that she’d fvcked a horse - the idea not unappealing so much as well, that obviously, surely would have led to a Dead/Dumb Necromancer moment. But a Succubus had been about, so maybe not? No, while that remained in limbo, the Baelung had very much cemented the base understanding that she’d certainly given one a blowjob at some point. The taste was unmistakable for the seasoned slut,
Just a taste…
So… Sliucha was finding her one to blow?
See? Such a dear and wonderful Friend! Get it all out of her system, clear her head as it were and back into the Breeding Festival,
The same innocent expression,
As Éclair tucked her auburn hair back behind her ears, the robe slipping to the floor of the pen,
All wide-eyed and lovely as she considered what Sliucha had said and simply went with a “Kay”, not really certain that she Understood and truly, not really caring either at this point. Carmelyans. Corrupted. Oh, right, Pigsty. Kennel. Stables. Uncaring, entirely unconcerned, a Toy was a Toy was a Toy, and Éclair couldn’t find it in itself now to discriminate in the slightest so long as it quenched the unbearable thirst, so long as it silenced the maddening voices and Need,
”I’m a Pony.” Éclair agreed,
Still not Understanding, only confirming,
Yup! Definitely the Town Pony of Temperance. Maeve Province probably too now if she was honest with herself. Everyone got a ride!
The discordant tune as she was led,
Curiously studying the New Device that wasn’t the Seashell,
Head tilted to one side as she considered, not quite certain as to how it’d help her suck the Horsie off but… well, Éclair too hadn’t Understood how the Seashell worked until strapped in. Trust! Not Understanding hadn’t mattered in the slightest, and had led to the opportunity in having seven Orc’s fvck her simultaneously. Alithean Problems required Alithean Solutions obviously!
Beaming prettily, utterly angelic,
All dimples and cheer as Éclair flopped drunkenly upon the Device,
Settling in happily atop the wooden horse, all comfortable and squirming with curiosity now and the taste of the Baelung on her tongue;
”Anything and everything,” Éclair sighed happily,
As she got all comfortable, the mantra repeated as she flashed Sliucha the lovely smile,
Whatever was happening, everything would be just fine and Éclair utterly trusting that Sliucha would do her very best to get her knocked up,
And if Sliucha failed,
Well, then if nothing else?
Éclair would have had a lovely time learning a whole lot more about herself!
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Old February 11, 2021, 12:03 AM   #272
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Somewhere along the way there had been a breakdown in communication. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that they really hadn't been doing much communicating at all. It wasn't like they were that far off. There was a horse involved, there was a horse cock involved, it was just... going in from nearly opposite ends was all.

Still, it was all a means to an end. Just like how Sliucha's dlckgirling had managed to distract Éclair and draw her away from the baelung? Well, so too would this likely help ameliorate the current lust-drunk problem, one way or another. Trust!

Personally, Sliucha preferred the term "breeding mare", but there was some argument to be made for "pony." It was perhaps more appropriate for a size queen when it came to a horse, right? Ponies were supposed to be smaller, after all.

Anyway. Onto the device? Now, they could either just have Éclair hold on, or they could strap her in - it seemed like it'd be easier for everybody involved if they strapped her in. Legs spread, lying on her stomach, Sliucha looking away to the very appetizing sight of Éclair's cvnt just laid out before her, a trail of clear liquid currently oozing out of her crimson appendage. Fvck, probably wasn't even going to be able to wait to find Dynne to fvck her brains out. Even as the Carmelyan attendants bustled about making preparations, Sliucha took a moment to grab... three... yes, that seemed like a good number. Diverting some resources to have two of them tongue-bathing that needy shaft while the third buried that tongue in Sliucha's rear. It was just enough to clear her head and let her focus a bit on the task at hand, letting off a bit of that pressure.

"Éclair, this is a good friend of mine. Meet Tiberium." Tiberium was a big, black horse that was currently being led into the pen. Tiberium was a smart lad who was wising up on what the people around here were doing to him. So it was that even as he was led in that his monstrous equine cock was dangling expectantly beneath him - not comparable to the baelung, but absolutely devastating in its own right. Tiberium was no pony.

There Éclair was, bound to the top of that device, legs splayed, with a stallion being led behind her. There was a snort from Tiberium as he reared up, being directed by the Carmelyans to place those front legs on that bar so that he could mount up, his shaft swinging between the Jorelite's legs - she could feel it slapping against her belly as the stallion got comfortable.

This was definitely not the position for a blowjob.

Sliucha? Watching with keen interest, ever the voyeur, even as an unfortunate Carmelyan was currently choking as she tried to deal with the fact that a massive canine cock was being slammed down her throat.

If, completely hypothetically, there were any considerations on how the Bad Plan was unfolding, now was perhaps the time to air them...
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Old February 11, 2021, 01:12 AM   #273
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And the lack thereof,
That when Éclair and Sliucha couldn’t even really,
Manage to come to an Understanding about what Je Veux meant?
What hope did the pair ever really have, when Éclair was all but broken down into thirsty nigh mono-syllables and delirious with Need,
That as far as Éclair was concerned,
All was well, and as it should be, and that,
Whilst within the Temple of Alithea on Holiday?
She Trusted Her Friend’s judgement and All Would Be Well,
Even if,
Strictly speaking,
Some activities were increasingly proving to be,
What happens in Moonstone, stays in Moonstone.
If only because it was increasingly proving,
That Éclair was going to need to have a Thaumaturge on hand for a repeat,
If certain New & Interesting's resulted in a furthering of Éclair’s moral decline in what hadn’t been the most sound to begin with. Good Plan? Bad Plan? Did it even matter? Plans were destined for Bad, which was why the whole Not-a-Plan!
The song,
Cheerful as it was tone-deaf,
Deep blue eyes almost blackened as the young woman looked utterly high as a kite,
Fingertips running idly through the auburn locks, scooping them up and twisting them into high twin-tails
Humming away without pause as she was strapped in without so much as a curious look, even if it seemed so dreadfully odd that her arms also needed restraining as she was splayed out atop the wooden horse so,
Big, very much so! Heavy!
Safety measures? Probably! Better strapped in by far lest she hurt herself!
“Ti-ber-i-um.” Éclair mouthed wistfully,
Adoringly as her head tilted to spy the massive black stallion,
“Tiberium. Not a Baelung. Horse. Handsome!” she continued in the thick Lauryllian accent, childish and almost drunkenly as her words began to run together and the blissful smile at the sight of the monstrous equine cock was everything that Éclair could hope for and more after having been shown what the Baelung was packing, " have such a pretty horse-cock Tiberium!" she exclaimed, cheeks rose-red as if the compliment paid was so terribly forward of her, "I... I hope you like me too!"
A distraction.
Something, finally to take her mind off,
The delight that had been the Baelung’s presence, to shove aside all the wicked thoughts and leave the Demon for another day when she was better prepared for the overwhelming nature of the creatures presence,
Flinching as Tiberium reared,
A sharp squeak, pressing herself against the wooden horse,
As the shadow loomed over her and yes, definitely, being strapped in was SMRT! Safety first! Didn't want to get kicked!
And… huh…”
Wrong direction.
Or right direction.
Éclair didn’t really know,
Not when the Seashell Device had been able to spin about and change Position,
And ignorance was as bliss as what the Jorelite well and truly believed was forthcoming; one way or the other! The weight of the horse-cock impacting against her taut stomach was far too distracting, not even remotely helping Éclair’s one-track mind. Only daydreaming the more about having it’s hardness pressed against her chest, of her budding breasts unable to smother such an enormous pillar and having 'just a taste…'
Sliucha knew what she was doing!
Definitely! Positively! And Éclair, the innocence taking a turn,
As if unable to contain the single-minded thought that had been bouncing around her head ever since the Baelung had laid eyes on her and smacked her with the Lust whammy. Lewd. Éclair’s expression for but a moment, one of unbridled desire and thirst, all adoration and Need as she looked up at the deep shadow of Tiberium above her, hips lifting, squirming in eager anticipation for what was to come as she itched for the taste of the Horse cock to drown out the taste of the Baelung's spunk. Long legs spread as she lay bent over the frame at a right angle (and, quite obviously, the right angle for Tiberium...), Éclair was presented in all her glory for Sliucha and the Carmelyan's alike to see, ready for her horse-ride back to the gang-bang!
”Hi Tiberium the Horse! I'm Éclair the Pony! Let's go for a ride!”
Definitely not a Pony! Horsie! It was huuuuuuge!
Je Veux!
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Old February 11, 2021, 11:22 PM   #274
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Tiberium had already been prepped with StimGlide, which explained why he was already nice and hard, plus why his shaft was a bit... goopy. Horse cock wasn't quite so slimy by default, at least one would certainly hope not. It seemed it had been decided that Éclair didn't really need any, already about as ready as one could be for this sort of thing. Any further lubricant would likely be redundant as it was, plus a waste of time.

The people around here knew that, in Éclair's state, wasting time was a no-no.

Now, Sliucha? Somewhat distracted, but not quite enough to leave her friend hanging. Even as she swapped one cock-polisher for another, letting the knot-kisser take a turn on choking down that shaft while the other got to rest for a bit and polish that knot for a while, she wove together a well-practiced, old friend of a spell. All the care, precision, and power of an archmage, utilized for a spell whose practical purposes only an Alithean would deign to actually practice - especially on herself. Just a little something to ensure that, well, Éclair definitely wasn't going to die from this.

Tiberium? Just happy to be here! Not his first time, certainly not going to be his last. It'd taken a bit for him to figure things out, but he'd taken to it quite easily. Mare pussy, human pussy, it was all pussy to him - clamped tight around his cock, it was all the same to him. A breeding mare was a breeding mare, regardless of what race of being was quivering underneath him. Even now, not lined up at all, he couldn't help but experimentally thrust forward a few times into nothing, letting Éclair feel the power in his flanks as his shaft slid violently underneath her torso, until Tiberium calmed down enough to try and back up, reposition, and get a more accurate shot in.

He'd manage to bring that fleshy cudgel to bear with a bit more precision, the heavy, bobbing end of his prick pressing forward between Éclair's legs. The dripping, spongy tip wound up butting up against... her butt! One of her cheeks to be precise, leaving a wet, glistening stain in its wake. There was a frustrated snort from Tiberium as he pulled back again and went for yet another approach, this time slipping into the crack of Éclair's ass, prodding against that indeterminate no-man's-land between pussy and arse. It was all kind of the same to him, really - a hole was a hole. So he'd simply surge forward, trying to find whatever was the most conveniently viable channel for him to go down, the slippery cock head spiraling in a circle as it tried to figure out which decision was best. The pressure mounted until, suddenly, it slipped down to nose its way into the silky embrace of those pussy lips. No actual penetration yet, but that flared tip was pressing right up against that dripping hole now, Tiberium whinnying approvingly as he found himself in the perfect position.

No teasing, no foreplay, nothing like that. One brutish thrust, and horse cock was tunneling right into Éclair's **** just like that - StimGlide and arousal and thaumaturgy letting it happen like a knife through hot butter. Still, he'd only be able to get just a bit inside, but Tiberium was used to that. The stallion assumed a steady, comfortable stance, pulling back only to deliver another lustful surge of equine prick into that tight vaginal embrace, thundering a bit more horse meat in, even as the resistance increased.

It was always a challenge for Tiberium, but one well worth it in his experience.
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So, so terribly thirsty!
That for all Éclair had never been one,
To handle self-restraint well when she cared to indulge, there was just a slight irony in that given how happily she lay upon the wooden horse and had accepted being bound to the frame thus,
Pigsty, Stables, Gods!,
That Éclair’s thoughts had been centred, focused upon having another taste,
In but increasing the diversity as it was of the Jorelite’s palate when it came to being something of a connoisseur of cum, it truly was of no great wonder that Sliucha and Éclair hadn’t quite been on the same page as to where her moral depths had sunk to. That where the young woman had been uncaring as to where the cock came from just so long as she could fellate it? Well, no small wonder that the girl in the midst of a Breeding Festival was about to be bred by the Beasts too,
Oh, Éclair was a picture of innocence,
Warring against the usual cheerfulness and a good amount of lewd and lascivious as,
Try as she might (and ever, not trying very hard at all!), Éclair found the concept of an audience positively delicious! Being wheeled through Sliucha’s Temple being displayed so was certainly reinforcing the corrupted Carmelyan’s notion that Éclair really didn’t need further lubricating at this point so long as Tiberium was slathered so thickly in StimGlide,
”. . .?”
Trust! Oh, there was a faint note of concern,
As the weaves of Thaumaturgy wrapped about her, enveloping and encompassing,
And the whole… y’know, wooden horse not being flipped about so that she could give Tiberium her very best oral workout? Just ever so slightly disconcerting… especially when the stallion began to slam and grind against her so,
The concern, momentary and fleeting,
As Tiberium had figured things out well before Éclair got a proper handle on her role,
Deep breaths, her eyes closing over,
As ever, the mandate from Her Love of taking every option presented to her remained a literal God of God to the young woman. That Anything and Everything meant far, far more than Éclair had even dared consider even when presented with the possibility of having had Blair the Horsie join in on the group session with an Uvak and a Succubus,
The weight and pressure,
As the humungous horse-cock quested and searched,
Éclair squirming atop the frame, torn between a perverse pleasure and all the revulsion that came from not only being a willing supplicant for such a degenerate act, but that the very idea of being wheeled through the Temple now only heightened the ever-growing desire to be debased so before the Alithean’s,
Bad. Bad Plan.
The Not-a-Plan always had been though,
Era’s leading up to this point, and Éclair certainly wasn’t backing away from it,
That simple clarity of mind,
As Éclair’s hips once more rose, straining to greet Tiberium’s questing spire,
The huff of frustration that the Stallion gave off only mirrored by Éclair’s own ever growing need as her hands clenched and unclenched; bracing, trembling with desire and self-loathing,
A hole was a hole,
Anything and Everything,
And Éclair, shaking, quivering with lust and fear,
As the Stallion surged again behind her, above her, and pressure, Jorel! So much pressure impacted against her cvnt; Éclair’s long legs, bound and spread and as available for use as ever the young woman could be,
Came the squeal of need, curse and OhmYGoDmohGdbshsjkjbjbjwbfjds,
As the brutish thrust sent the pillar violating the entrance and giving Éclair but a taste of what she’d signed up for. Ever the Size Queen, and now, as ever, she but had to try anything New & Interesting even it just the once!
Long auburn hair framing her youthful beauty,
Blue of eyes and fair of skin, Éclair had never intended for the barely post-adolescent Guise to be used thus. Certainly, she’d never imagined that the Guise would ever take something as monstrous as a Horse,
In? No… Gods, but still more than Éclair thought she could take,
Only for the shift, the lunge, and the realisation too that Sliucha’s magic was doing something and that yes, there was more to go… oh Gods, sooooo much more…how in Aeternia did it even fit?! Don’t think, don’t overthink it! Just… enjoy! Relax!
Mewling with need as Éclair’s hips gently rose, grinding against the wooden horse, welcoming the Stallion's use,
Éclair the Pony.
That time and time again, she’d professed in being a Dirty Little Slut,
And now, it seemed only appropriate as she was being used as a Breeding Mare,
This was New,
And Éclair, panting and moaning as she put on a show,
Awaiting, longing for Tiberium the Stallion’s use now and to lay her Trust in Her Friend and anything she thought would result in a Good Time,
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Appreciative whistles and murmuring as people hedged bets on how much Éclair would actually be able to take of Tiberium? Keen reminders for the Jorelite that there was very much an audience about her. Sure, they engaged in the same sort of depravity she did. If she came at some other time of day, chances were high that she'd be able to find one of them in the same, or at least a very similar, position she was currently in. The nature of the spectator didn't change the fact that this was nevertheless a public spectacle, adding exhibitionism onto Éclair's laundry list of sins.

But Tiberium was going to do his best to keep her mind off of that. The stallion wasn't one to care much about how she might feel about anything - the pleasure, the situation she was in, none of it really mattered to him. Tight hole? All he needed to know. All the shrieking? None of it was discouraging to the horse. It was all business as usual, really.

There was a snort from the black stallion, pawing at the ground as he found that Éclair's cvnt was quite to his liking, in fact. Well, they always were. Tiberium was a simple horse. He'd withdraw several more inches, gathering his muscles for another lunge, her whimpering and mewling serving as a trigger for him to unleash his haunches in an explosion of forward motion. The device Éclair was strapped to could be heard creaking beneath her, digging deeper into the well-worn earthen furrows at the base - oh, so that's what those were. Another thrust and double the amount of horse cock disappeared into Éclair's alluring depths, her twat obscenely stretched around Tiberium's throbbing shaft. With the unique formulation of the StimGlide and the aid of the thaumaturgy? Oh, it was still painful to some degree, no doubt about that, but more along the lines of discomfort than true stinging, eye-watering pain. Washed out quite a bit by the pleasure, helped along by the lubricant's properties - all working together as intended, after all.

Another out-stroke, frothing juices pouring freely from between Éclair's legs, a mixture of her juices, the ample amounts of lubricant, as well as the streams of pre that Tiberium was beginning to pour into her. No, there was plenty there to help smooth things along for the Jorelite. Another brutish thrust forward, another few inches that managed to sink into her, until the dragging friction of those clutching walls once more brought him to a shuddering halt. Further long and deliberate thrusts from the stallion buried more and more of him inside of her, Tiberium surprisingly patient with the way he drilled into her cvnt, as the thaumaturgy worked its literal magic in ensuring that Éclair's body was capable of accommodating... much as it wanted.

When Tiberium's balls finally swung forward to smack against against her rear - when he was finally fully hilted inside of her - the Jorelite's belly was distended, displaying an unmistakable outline of just how far into her he'd managed to penetrate. Enough lubricant and you could certainly take a horse. You really needed the care of a thaumaturge to take all of a horse, though.

And it was only now that Tiberium even really began in earnest. Huffing above her, the stallion began to work his hips forward, properly thrusting in and out of her, brutally pounding every last inch of that throbbing horse cock into her pussy, the sheer force of it making the Jorelite feel like he was trying to make her deepthroat his cock, just from the completely opposite direction.

Oh, so that's why they strapped people into this thing. There would have been a very real risk of being fvcked right off, shooting forward if one wasn't careful and didn't maintain a tight grip.

Sliucha? Hopeful that Éclair would take a shine to her friend, Tiberium. And perhaps a little wistful that she wasn't the one underneath him at the moment.
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Éclair was fvcking a Horse.
The strangled, moaned gurgle, strained as Éclair couldn’t do more than suck in great big gulps of air as the pressure behind her was far more than the young woman could even remotely concentrate upon. Breathe! Relax!
No, Éclair was being fvcked by a Horse.
There was a very, very real difference to that and it was causing a whole lot of nonsensical panting to gasp free. Her grip upon the wooden frame tightening, knuckles completely white even as her hips rose with every brutal thrust the Stallion took,
The whistles and murmuring,
Distant, vague, and welcome. Audience. People.
That they existed was enough, certainly all that mattered. It wasn’t as if Éclair was in any state to have a conversation with any of them or pay much heed to what was even being said. Tiberius was Everything.
It wasn’t even remotely what Éclair had expected,
But nor was it the first time that she’d ended up sinking to ever-increasing lewd acts that she hadn’t really considered until she was well past what she considered the point of no return. Havina and the Were-Uvak? Oh, Éclair had thought the bargain was more… Hybrid-form, like taking a Dorin maybe. Definitely more than she’d once considered acceptable, but well, the experience had proven different and now, Éclair had her own vice and live with the reality that she was very okay with fvcking actual Uvak’s and open to the idea of a whole lot more when it came to wolves and their kin? Very much kay!
Pleasure and pain,
The combination unbearable, and yet for all of that? Restrained as Éclair was, still her hips rolled and lifted in encouragement; the minute motions available to her as she panted and gasped belying that for all the self-loathing at performing such an act? Éclair too was very, very much getting off on the experience.
Cheeks flushed,
Pert breasts, of pierced nipples erect, as if suited now to cut glass,
As beads of sweat formed and dripped from the young woman who looked not even close to being old enough to drink let alone making decisions such as this,
Refusing to look down,
To see the strain her body was being put through,
Having only Trust in Sliucha’s magic, and the horrific inches that kept coming and coming,
The sheer girth was terrifying, certain that her Guise hadn’t been made to take anything this monstrous - Aeternia, she’d barely been able to take a pair of Orcs and this? Oh Jorel this?!?
Another thrust,
Inches and inches, and Éclair losing track,
The froth behind her, the warmth trickling down her thighs,
And Éclair unable to do more than stare forwards, her expression one of lust-drunken depravity as each brutish thrust kept coming and coming and the more Tiberius buried himself inside her, the more Éclair just straight up lost it. Twitching and shuddering, shaking with need and the wicked combination of pleasure and pain that was necessitating a whole lot of Thaumaturgy,
A familiar sensation,
Even if one that had never, until now,
Been applied to a Stallion as its heavy balls slapped into her and the All of it was, well, All. For the girl that had struggled to take more than nine or ten inches, that she’d now found herself on the receiving end of twice that?! Aeternia!
It was all too much,
As Éclair spasmed and shook,
Hands clenching and unclenching as the high-pitched squeak, the throaty wail escaped the young woman’s lips as she bucked against the Stallion. Rocked in the throes of ecstasy, positively gushing, tongue lolling out as her deep blue eyes rolled up into her skull for but a moment,
The Lady Thane of Temperance,
Had no zero qualms in being the Village Pony,
But this, this was something else altogether, as Éclair came,
The Breeding Mare, delirious from the Baelung, welcoming of the Stallion’s plunder,
”Po. Ny.”
Éclair gasped, barely able to string the words together,
The brutal pounding of Tiberius emptying Éclair’s thoughts, a slave to the horses’ cock,
Alithean Problems?
Alithean Solutions!
Baelung on the mind? No more! Problem solved!… uh… kind of.
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Thaumaturgy? Thaumaturgy! Thaumaturgy.

The great equalizer. Jailbait? Petite? Form didn't matter, magic solved everything! Two orcs, a horse, whatever one might want! Anything is doable, a statement that was so much more true when you could cheat so efficiently! Giant? Totally! Katta? Not even a problem?



Right, that one was definitely a "remains to be seen." And not one of those boring "oh the dragon just transforms into something else", no, a proper dragon fvcking if an archmage thaumaturge Alithean was involved, yes? That was the sort of thing that was probably worth carving into a headstone for somebody in this line of work. "Died skewered at the end of a dragon."

Éclair? Definitely not anywhere near having that sort of problem with Tiberium.

Sliucha? Watching the very tangible liquid evidence that the Jorelite was making friends, and that made her all sorts of giddy! As a result, a certain Carmelyan was drowning.

Tiberium? Noting that thrusting was a lot easier now with a greater deal of lubrication to work with, and happily taking the opportunity to speed things up even more! Greater thrusts, stronger pumps, the horse bellowing furiously and thundering forward. That Éclair was able to string anything together was actually quite impressive, as opposed to just gibbering nonsensically! And to her credit? Doing a very excellent job of being a sleeve!

Finally, there'd come a particularly satisfied whinny from the stallion as his balls contracted in a powerful spasm and he lunged forward one last time. The rapidly disappearing cock shaft seemed to swell to an even larger girth as it buried itself home with a twat-bruising, savage thrust. Éclair's belly, already bulging a bit from the sheer presence of Tiberium's cock, seemed to swell at a further alarming rate as the frothing load of equine cum was blasted into the churning cauldron that was her womb, a scalding eruption of horse sperm filling her straining cavity.

Another contraction of his nuts, another surge bursting out inside of her, the overflow rushing like a flood through a canyon and gushing its way through the convulsing folds of Éclair's cvnt. The thaumaturgy provided plenty of leeway and elasticity where otherwise Tiberium's flare and medial rings would have properly contained it - some sacrifices had to be made to ensure that it even fit in the first place, after all! A third explosion, and Éclair would well and truly be full to her limits, a bubbling eruption of girl and stallion cum forming inside of her, the foaming brew soon exploding like a warm tapped keg. And still, Tiberium wasn't done! Withdraw, reload for another volley, thrust hard into that soupy mess of a snatch and send another torrid torrent of cum into those shuddering lips. But the lunge that followed would be decidedly weaker, and followups would gradually peter out even as the stallion continued to add to the sticky goo of mingled fluids in her cvnt, churning them to a lather as it foamed back out of her in a seemingly endless cascade of lust.

A swirl of Sliucha's fingers? Tiberium snorted, as his cock that should have been faltering remained lodged deep inside of Éclair, erect and dangerous. Vitality restored with the aid of further thaumaturgy, as the Bad Plan didn't stop at horse fvcking. Oh no.

They had to get Éclair back to the second tier, right?

Cautiously, a Carmelyan attendant approached. First things first. Was she, ah...

...alive? Conscious?
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Pleasure and Pain,
The two sides of the coin that were required,
To well and truly get Éclair off when not in the loving embrace of Her Dolls,
And Tiberius the Horse? Well and truly able to provide both in droves as Éclair whimpered and moaned aloud, her voice turning hoarse and raspy as she strained and struggled for breath,
Friends? Friends! Very Friendly indeed!
Far more Friendly than Éclair had intended, expected,
But a hole was a hole, and Anything and Everything meant exactly that!
It was a simple logic, insane as it was in the moment, intensely practical.
Some bells couldn’t be un-rung.
She couldn’t put back in the box the hundred plus cocks she’d taken last night,
Just as she couldn’t the intense repeat gang bangs of the day thereafter that Éclair was only inclined to outdo,
And, Éclair couldn’t un-fvck the horse that was buried balls deep inside her.
Thrusting relentlessly and doing things to her body that necessitated Thaumaturgy in droves given that no amount of work on her Guise was going to allow that much dlck inside her safely,
Teens gone wild!
Oh, Éclair had thought, the new Guise,
Was, t’was just going to encourage dirty old men and hot youth’s,
To want to bury their cocks inside her en masse. That she’d started the next round of the party with a Horse? Not… not even remotely what Éclair had intended, but intentions and results often varied,
”Po. Ny” Éclair moaned in her delirium,
The long, whimpering drawl as her head tilted to the side to rest upon the wooden horse’ frame,
Twitching and rocking, hips rising upon the frame, welcoming up the ravages that was Tiberius that only seemed to come harder and faster with each passing moment,
The whinny and roar of Tiberius above her,
And the air so thick with the musk, the churn of froth building,
Gluttonous, ravenous for New, Éclair for all intents and purposes remained just where she was - strapped to the frame and being fvcked absolutely senseless,
The mewling whine,
As Tiberius shot his first load, and Éclair,
Barely able to register anything else other than the intensity of pressure,
Lost in her own revelry, of her own intense orgasms that chained and and threatened to knock the young woman out as her angelic countenance remained locked in a lewd ahegao as the second load of horse-cum erupted inside her,
As Tiberius came a third time and emptied himself anew,
Éclair was, for the first time in a veeeeeery long time, utterly lost for words.
Her mind empty of anything and everything as the Horse shot a fourth load, barely even registering the moment as there was only the softest of whines as the half-metre of cock left her body only to plunge right in anew for a fifth load… Gods, what in Aeternia even was this?!?!
The lance of horse-cock holding her in place,
Barely aware of the world about her any longer, only the sheer intensity that was Tiberius and Éclair playing the part of a cocksleeve for the Stallion in ways that the young woman had never deemed even remotely possible,
Mind. Blown.
Alive. Conscious. And gasping for breath,
Shuddering, that even as the onslaught behind her had taken a reprieve,
There was just no escaping how much horse-dlck was inside her or the sheer amount of seed that had been emptied into her over and over again,
”Po.Ny.” Éclair eventually gasped,
Slight though the movements were when bound to the frame,
Still Éclair was trying to encourage the Stallion as best she could, as if there was much she even could do with her legs locked, spread apart and the immensity of horse-cock inside her made any other option entirely impossible,
No, it was never particularly wise,
To bet on Éclair and just how rampant her sluttery would go when offered up such forbidden fruit,
Barely able to think, seeming only truly aware of Tiberius’ member buried inside her and the intense warmth that should have killed her…only… no, Sliucha. Magic.
For.Get. My. Ass.”
Éclair offered, that if she wasn’t going to be fellating the horse,
Then it only seemed reasonable to have Tiberius well and truly break in her new body. That if it wasn’t going to kill her, then by all means, Éclair wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
Whatever the Bad Plan was?
Éclair, with half a metre of horse-cock buried inside her cvnt, still very much trusted Her Friend.
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Alive? Good.

Conscious? Excellent.

Don't forget her ass? Oh, uh. Mmm. That hadn't been part of the Bad Plan! Well, all right, it wasn't as if there'd really been much of a plan there to begin with. Sliucha had gotten as far as "horse cock" for the majority of it, and the rest? Well, they needed to get Éclair back, right? So she could "ride" the horse back... just she'd be riding underneath. Everything was already setup for it! Éclair was still skewered, all they'd need to do was unstrap her from the device, and then strap her back in underneath Tiberium.

This really wasn't that uncommon a thing. There were a lot of freaks who were into this sort of thing at the Temple - one of them was currently facefvcking a trio of Carmelyans, you know?

Speaking of which, Sliucha? Utterly delighted that Éclair had gotten along so well with the stallion - enough so to even want to do anal? There was a wave of her hand at the attendants. Sure, it complicated the Bad Plan somewhat, but Sliucha definitely wasn't going to deny the Jorelite. Maybe it was an idle comment made in the midst of lustful delirium, but just like Éclair trusted Sliucha, so too did Sliucha trust Éclair! The Jorelite knew what she wanted!

With that, the Carmelyans would carefully direct Tiberium's withdrawal from Éclair. The horse had yet to really register the fact that he was still quite ready and quite randy, and so a bit of maneuvering was all it took for him to pull back. A wet slurping noise and an audible pop could be heard as he dragged himself back and out between Éclair's legs, the Jorelite able to feel that flare tugging inside of her hole until finally it managed to squeeze its way out. A river of swirling, bubbling goo oozed from her gaping fvck slot, those tired twat lips making little effort to close down the cavernous gash of her plundered honey pot. A steamy waterfall of horse semen was oozing off of her, and the surrounding Carmelyans couldn't help but coo and murmur their approval.

But as it turned out, they were only just beginning, weren't they?

An attendant slowly led Tiberium's cockhead back forward, as the stallion realized that, hey, he could keep going if he wanted! No protests from the horse, at any rate - the spirit was willing, the flesh was hard! With the assistance of the Carmelyan, the stallion's prick found itself fitting perfectly into that sweet little dimple of Éclair's tightly puckered ass. Now, could Tiberium tell that the portal he was pressing up against wasn't a pussy? Maybe! Did he care? Not at all! A tight hole was a tight hole, that's all he needed to understand. Sure, this one seemed to be offering up a far greater amount of resistance, but that was just a matter of challenge, yes?

Almost as an afterthought, however, after just a bit of teasing grinding, Tiberium was pulled back from Éclair for a bit. A few attendants would mollify the beast with kisses and licks and strokes of the hand, as a fresh layer of StimGlide was poured over him - one could argue that all of the juices were sufficient, but they had to remember that Éclair wasn't, you know, a career hedonist. And for similar reasons, somebody was currently taking a bottle of StimGlide, slipping the tip of it into her rear, and squirting ample amounts of lubricant straight into her guts.

All the excitement had gotten to their heads a bit, and they'd been this close to letting her just get raw anal'd by a horse.

Once all the preparations were actually performed? There was an angry stomp from Tiberium at having been dangled a treat only for it to be taken away, all too happy to be pressed up against Éclair once more. Immediately he'd begin to thrust forward, even as Éclair's resistance would hold him off for those first few moments, the device creaking underneath her as the stallion worked to try and find an angle. In fact, the back end would begin to lift off of the ground, tilting upward so that Tiberium could thrust his haunches downward, his massive prick hammering down like a pile driver in a punishing impact.

Éclair could feel her entire body jolting from those driving anal thrusts, the stallion thrusting a few more times in a bid to open her up. A moment was taken to gather himself, muscles tensing, as he lunged downward once more - this time being rewarded as the Jorelite's straining anal orifice met its match, unable to best the relentless battering of Tiberium's raging cock. All of that lubricant led to an audible slorp of that spongy tip compressing itself, squeezing into her anal cavity, lodging itself in the hot and clutching confines of Éclair's rectal pucker.

And just like that, now the only thing Éclair hadn't done with this horse was suck him off. Strange how things turned out.
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Sane? Dubious.
As Éclair trembled and shook as if caught outside in the midst of winter,
Caught between the precipice of pleasure and pain and with Tiberius lodged so thoroughly inside her? Éclair really had nowhere to go as she lay bound to the wooden frame and impaled upon the mighty horse-cock,
Good Plan, Bad Plan,
All that was going through Éclair’s head truly was a combination of,
OhmyGoD, hdhdkjfnfkfnfdk and, as ever, Je Veux! that truly, didn’t need any further encouragement given that the ever present need for escalation and more had… well, reached not so much an end as it had simply left Éclair ignorant of just what else there even could be,
How this was even a thing?
Éclair couldn’t wrap her head around, but then,
Given that the young woman didn’t seem to be able to stop twitching in the throes of ecstasy either as Éclair kept coming with every torrent of horse-cum unloaded inside her? She had deeper concerns - namely what was very much finally, leaving Éclair with a deeper appreciation of what a ‘slut-skewer’ actually was…though just how did one get a horse to take her orally at the same time?!
The withdrawal though,
For all that Éclair had made the suggestion,
Still prompted a petulant whine of loss, even as she finally felt able to breathe properly as the pressure abated for a time. The slurp and pop! Of warmth and filth flowing down her thighs and for a time, Éclair had to wonder if any Toy was going to be able to knock her up when she kept doing things like this… how could Toys like Bloodmoon or the like even hope to succeed when she then went ahead and flooded her insides with all that a horse could offer up?!?
Deep breaths,
The sheen of sweat glistening upon the young woman’s fair skin,
And a glimmer of coherency beginning to return in kind, enough at least to be dimly aware of the Carmelyan’s about her… the Audience, oh right?! Was, t’was Sliucha still about or had she wandered off to find her Katta Friends again?!
But clearly not sanity as Éclair’s hips lifted again,
As the gargantuan horse-cock pressed against her asshole, testing, teasing,
And the shock of cold and gasping momentarily as the StimGlide was applied en masse, preparing the way, even if some things as ever truly weren’t designed for such purposes… well,
“Anything. And. Everything.”
Came the soft, hoarse panting as Tiberium stomped again,
Flinching anew at the beast above her, behind her seeming to get that little bit agitated. No, being strapped in? Sensible! Taking horse-dlck? Not so much, but well, win some lose some!
Pounding, pressing into her ass, the flared head a battering ram,
Sending the wooden horse frame jolting, and Éclair gasping for breath,
Caught between lust and excitement and the thrill of terror that came from, well, yes, Horses were indeed Scary. Monsters? No, but whatever the case was, the Stallion was definitely the kind of creature that Éclair was all too inclined to make Friends with,
Bad Plan?
Definitely! Positively!
And Éclair,
Utterly lost for words,
Unable to stammer so much as a single syllable more,
As she lay pressed against the wooden frame; hands clenching against the holdings as her svelte, juvenile body was subjected to the monstrosity that was a stallion. Unable to fathom just how this was even possible, and certainly unwilling to give it any thought other than a dismissive ‘Magic!’ as her ass was plundered in succession. Paving the way, breaking in Éclair’s new Guise for all the cock she could possibly take - and a horse, certainly setting the tone,
Sky blue eyes wide,
Lips parted, a wide ‘O’ as Éclair laboured for breath,
The choking, gasping sounds as all she could do was partake and experience,
Je Veux? Je Veux! Sure, it wasn’t strictly speaking sane, but then, Éclair, strictly speaking, wasn’t that anyway.
Éclair, oh so looking forward to the next part of the 'Bad Plan'.
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Sliucha? Leave? Oh, certainly not. How could an Alithean in good faith possibly depart with such an extravagant display of hedonistic piety on display? Every faith had its own version of appropriate fervor and zeal, after all. In the eyes of the Alitheans and corrupted Carmelyans about the place, Éclair might as well have been the equivalent of a Saintess - with such reverence did they watch her get absolutely demolished by that stallion!

Exhibitionism and voyeurism! Nothing was quite as good as actually getting to be the one to do it, but sometimes the aesthetic of a sumptuous visual feast could get quite close! No, Sliucha was watching with rapt attention and a fair amount of envy, for both the stallion and the Jorelite in the equation. The real losers in the equation were perhaps the Carmelyan attendants getting similarly destroyed at the end of Sliucha's own girl-cock, perpetuating a rather destructive cycle for the unfortunates Sliucha was crooking a finger at. Observing what was happening before her was only making her appetite grow, so as long as Éclair was having her 'experience'... well, it just wasn't going to go down!

This sort of context was all too complicated for Sliucha to dwell upon, however. In that sense, she and Tiberium were very kindred spirits in that moment. They felt a stirring, they knew how to get that release, and they went at it.

Tiberium let out a chuff of satisfaction, quite indifferent to the overwhelming myriad of sensations undoubtedly churning through the Jorelite's mind at that moment. All he knew was the delight of Éclair's sweet little rear (in truth, there probably wasn't even so much a distinction - a hole was a hole) shuddering around him. Now, with that initial insertion achieved, everything from here was a comparative walk in the park. Establishing that initial hold was enough to make any progress from here on out inexorable in nature, the most difficult part of actually getting in now done with. The stallion backed up a step, the device under Éclair slowly tilting back down, coming to rest once more upon the ground, letting Tiberium adjust his stance. Once he felt sufficiently prepared, he powered forward once more, releasing those coiled muscles and causing Éclair's rump to rise notably from the top of the device, forced to fight against the restraints that were keeping her down from the sheer kinetic energy being slammed into her. She'd feel the heated friction arising from the rigid horse meat slithering through the tight grasp of rectal flesh, be quite keenly aware of the stallion's struggles as he pushed just that little bit deeper into her snug rear. Such a ferocious thrust, such a mind-numbing display of force, and yet such a mere portion of cock actually managing to embed itself further into that quivering little hole.

The Bad Plan was certainly not going to be one hastily concluded.

And to think that this was with the gracious inclusion of StimGlide. For all that Éclair might have felt like she was being split apart, her body simply wouldn't break, not with a veteran Alithean overseeing things. Besides, Tiberium was up for the challenge, not one to be content with such a meager amount of his dlck to be properly squeezed by his mare. Tossing his head, letting out a discontent whinny, he launched a series of brutal anal fvck-thrusts, splaying his front hooves wide for added balance, forcing Éclair to take each of those punishing, pummeling strokes. It was like a single miner trying to hack away an entire mountain with nothing but a pickaxe but somehow Tiberium would manage, the black stallion eventually pausing for breath, glossy black flanks heaving, a solid half foot of horse pole securely lodged in the Jorelite's rear. And still so much to go.

If Éclair was even capable of paying attention to her surroundings at this point, perhaps she'd hear the conversations of those around her. Admiring words, both for the stallion and herself. Some who were envious and desired to be in her position. A general thirst for the going-ons, an appreciation of the depraved aesthetic before them. Bets on whether she would be able to take it all, or whether she would simply wind up being too tight, her body simply becoming unable to accommodate further length. Or perhaps none of it would reach her ears as the stallion began thrusting once again, each hammering stroke causing the device she was strapped into to scoot a little further along from the horse's unrelenting efforts. It wasn't bolted into the ground or anything, after all - and, well, there was just something to be said about the sort of energy that a horse could bring to bear. Not even an orc could quite compare.

Huff! Another pause, as the stallion gathered together a bit more stamina. A lathering sheen of exertion was beginning to glisten on his glossy black fur, the horse huffing as if working to haul a massive load - not too inaccurate a description, all involved well-aware of how much was still gushing out of Éclair's well-utilized cvnt. By now? A solid foot of horse cock was buried in Éclair's tush, about two-thirds of the way there. Sliucha's thaumaturgy continued to hold strong in ensuring that the Jorelite's guts would continue to invitingly accommodate.

And to think there was still so much struggle in spite of the fact that Éclair was hardly an anal virgin! One imagined it was simply unwise to underestimate the veracity that a symbol of virility such as the horse was capable of bringing to bear. With renewed vigor, Éclair was gifted yet another prolonged series of pounding rectal thrusts, savaging the Jorelite as his mighty haunches surged forward. Perhaps he had taken a liking to the curious hole that had been offered up to him this time around, but either way, the stallion fought through the growing exhaustion like some unstoppable force of nature, brutally shoving and ramming his cock forward. More than just the StimGlide, streams of pre-nut were being shot into Éclair's quivering innards, helping smooth the passage along that much more as enthusiastic progress was made. Even so, there was only so much that enthusiasm could do, as Tiberium's flanks began to quiver with fatigue, exhaustion slowly beginning to creep up-

-and just in time. One final desperate heave of the haunches, and the stallion managed to truly bottom out in Éclair's rump, squeezing every last inch he had into the tight confines of her arse. Her firm and rounded cheeks were pressed flat against the horse's loins, the huge black equine following through to once more lift up the device itself into the air to assure that every last fraction of an inch he possessed was fully impaled into her hot little hole. What a position for Tiberium to be in! He'd take the opportunity to properly rest, tail lashing with anticipation. True, he had fully embedded himself in the clutching depths of the Jorelite's ass, and even a beast could take a moment to savor the tight, loving embrace of her velvety walls all around him. She, in turn, got to revel in the sensation of her pucker being utterly stretched around that clobbering butt-plundering fvck rod of his, perhaps slowly managing to accommodate his titanic size.

And to think, all of that was just a matter of getting it all in. He wasn't even technically done yet!

It was at this stage of things that one of the Carmelyan attendants wisely decided that perhaps they should check on how Éclair was, you know, doing. Anybody with a bit of experience knew that it was very much one thing to do things with a hole designed for carnality, another entirely to utilize a hole designed for other purposes entirely. Not to mention the very visceral struggle that had unfolded in the stallion actually working to cram every possible inch into said hole. It wasn't too late - they could withdraw the stallion if it was too much for Éclair without too much fuss, mollify the horse as needed and allow the Jorelite to recover. Best to do it now, before the stallion got into a real frenzy. Even if Éclair was the one who'd insisted on it happening, that didn't mean it was nice to just let her reap what she'd sown without consideration.

And so, amidst some of the quiet cursing of those who'd lost the bets, the young woman knelt in front of Éclair to see if she was still conscious, even. "Do you wish for Tiberium to keep going, miss?" she asked politely, ready to signal at a moment's notice for the others to rapidly withdraw the stallion if need be. And a word of caution for the Jorelite. "If so, it's unlikely that it will stop until he is finished with you."

If Sliucha had brought her here, then the experienced Carmelyan imagined such a question was unnecessary, but it was always better to be safe than sorry, yes?
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Sky blue eyes wide,
Staring ahead of her as she gasped and sucked in deep breaths,
Cherry red lips parted, cheeks flushed as Éclair, conscious as she was, was barely able to register anything going on about her other than the overwhelming presence of the Stallion atop her, inside her,
Her throat hoarse,
As behind her, the horse was making for a very real case,
For Éclair coming to not only suspect, but earnestly believe that she wasn’t quite ready,
To take something quite so gargantuan as the Baelung. Je Veux! Only, for all that the young woman was increasingly certain of the impossibility of the situation? That this was indeed said situation did little to dampen Éclair’s own quiet suspicions that she was insane,
This was, if nothing else, New & Interesting
Hands clenching and unclenching upon the wooden frame,
And Éclair, her juvenile frame, barely registering as an adolescent,
Really hadn’t been designed to take quite the pounding that she was. In earnest, even the far more generously proportioned and curvy guise hadn’t been intended to take such a robust dlcking. Orc gangbang, sure! Sodomy via Horse? Not so much,
Bad Plan?
Good Plan? This was fiiiiiiiine!
Wasn’t it?
Shuddering, whimpering,
The mewling, strained sound escaping Éclair’s lips as the wooden frame she was tethered too jolted and bounced forwards. The sound almost pained as Éclair? So not the immovable object when set against the unstoppable force that was Tiberius’ massive cock buried in her ass,
That the Stallion above her seemed,
Well, chuffed? Didn’t at all dampen Éclair’s satisfaction,
At finding another Toy, Beast, that found pleasure in her sex,
The voices, the sounds distant, but an erstwhile reminder that she had an audience,
That this was as much an Exhibition as it was an unconventional means of getting Éclair back into the gangbang she’d so come to relish.
”Fvck…” the ragged groan,
As Tiberius went deeper than ever any Demon had plundered,
The jarring, tilt of the wooden frame causing Éclair’s worldview to lurch, panting, struggling for breath as soon enough? Éclair very much just didn’t want to know how she was taking quite so much horse-cock and was all the happier for her ignorance. Some things, Éclair figured could be put down to ‘Sliucha’s Magic’ and the less she knew the better the whole experience was to be,
Deeper, Harder, Faster!
Uh… no, for once, Éclair was very much keeping such usually vocal demands to herself,
As the jarring, warring sensations of pleasure and pain raced through her; ever the hedonist and yet, this… too much? No, when push same to shove (and Aeternia, the Stallion was pushing?!), Éclair had trust in Her Friend and that was all the young Jorelite needed,
Whimpering and moaning in turn,
As Tiberius’ hooves splayed before her, the pressure, the warmth inside her as she was brutally sodomised by the Stallion; oblivious to the chatter about her as half a foot of horse-dlck turned to the full twelve inches and Éclair’s predictions for cock was hardly proving to be sated there.
No, twelve inches?
That was… possible, rather, t’was the girth that worried Éclair,
And, admittedly, the savage poundings as Tiberius was actively ensuring that Éclair was very, very much aware that there was a good deal more horse-dlck awaiting her and that as ever, ignorance was utterly bliss as to just how Sliucha’s Magic accommodated that feat,
Blessed oblivion.
As Éclair’s expression was one of angelic lust,
Lewd innocence, the juxtaposition of the young woman’s promise of beauty corrupted entirely by the decadent sensations she was experiencing. Of never in her life taken anything quite like the Stallion, and now? She’d borne Tiberius in cvnt and ass and was, if not the better for it, certainly of a mind that ‘Anything & Everything’ and ‘Shameless’ had indeed been taken outside the conventions of her more conventional sluttishness,
And to think…
She’d suggested a dog or a pig…
And now, well, perhaps it was the Horse-cock buried balls deep inside her ass, but right now, Éclair really didn’t see any if race didn’t matter to her, that species strictly speaking her to either. A dlck was a dlck was a dlck,
Person… oh… but… person wasn’t Tiberius or Her Friend…
Dazed, confused,
Uncertain as to even why she was dealing with someone from the audience,
Brow momentarily furrowed, as the question didn’t make sense… why would she want Tiberius to… not keep going? Unlikely to stop until finished? Éclair didn’t Understand why that was a problem… the Horsie had already fvcked her once, obviously, Éclair was all for the Horsie fvcking her a second time…?
”Po. Ny. Breeding. Mare.” Éclair gasped,
Her voice still ragged, even as her lips curved into a faint smile,
“Anything. And. Everything.” she insisted, soft, distant as all that really mattered was the sensation of just oh so much cock buried inside her. Just had to continue to have faith in Sliucha’s Magic and that whatever came next in Her Friend’s efforts to knock Éclair up,
Je Veux…
Horsie… Piggy… Doggy…Moo-Bull-Cow...
Bet…bet I can fvck them all, and anything else you can find with a great big cock. Dirty slut wants ...needs...” Éclair groaned greedily, as she threw her own challenge into the ring for their wagers and sport. That if the corrupted Carmelyan’s were going to make bets, then she might as well give them something to gamble on and the Exhibitionist streak was ever a thing, "...Breeding, bred..." Thinking, oh so terribly challenging what with Tiberius where he was, distracting, oh so distracting, "Mare... Sow? Cow?"
A Bad Influence perhaps, in the midst of the Bad Plan,
But Éclair was hardly difficult to encourage, as if the prospect of actual fertility being achieved made for the young Jorelite going on a depraved binge, and in a Breeding Festival, Éclair was very much inclined to be bred,
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Old March 25, 2021, 06:26 PM   #284
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Practice made perfect!

Although it was a perfectly fair assessment just as well. The Baelung was hardly an entity that particularly cared for the well-being of its victim, after all. Not when it was said that the beast fed on the anguish and emotional torment that was produced by the struggle. No, the lustful aura was entirely a matter of luring the victim in, but once things got started? There definitely weren't any considerations provided for the victim whatsoever. The fact that Sliucha's was somewhat restrained likely made things a little bit easier, but the sheer size remained quite the hurdle in and of itself. One did not simply wake up ready to take on such a thing, after all! Usually it was a matter of doing a lot of exercises beforehand, going through plenty of preparations and exercises. It was taking on a task beyond what the body was naturally capable of, akin to a mountaineer getting ready to scale their way to a particularly foreboding peak!

But the sight from the summit was surely worth it!

Bad Plan? Good Plan? Who was the judge of what was Good and Bad, anyway? In the here and now, there were simply Things That Were Happening, whether it happened to be the case that one was climbing a mountain or taking a horse cock up the rear.

Éclair's response was more or less to be expected, but it was always polite to make sure! There were always those who were unfortunate to be overconfident in their capabilities, after all, and it just wasn't very nice to keep somebody strapped in when they didn't want to be. Not if they'd done nothing wrong and weren't here as a punishment! Sometimes it was just a matter of "I was a fan of horse fvcking until I got a horse cock inside of me", sometimes it was a matter of "no, but he's just too big, do you have a smaller horse?" It was important to tailor the experience as desired, because hedonism rarely came in one-size-fits-all!

Too bad they didn't have any pigs or cows on immediate standby. They were at the mercies of whatever farmer might bring along their livestock for that sort of thing - horses and dogs were just so much more accessible. The former for the logistical capabilities that they provided to the Temple in general, the latter because Sliucha was a horny slut who'd brought in a batch to serve as "guard dogs." Technically still a practical matter, probably more so than buying a pig or a bull, but even the most generous description would have labeled said dogs as "part-timers" in the actual "guarding" job at best.

Throwing them into the mix would probably put a bit of a wrench in Sliucha's plan for this to just be something of a lay-over on their way back but, uh, well... that's what happened to Plans! They never did seem to last long! While she and the other attendants thought over and discussed what exactly to do, well, Tiberium just did what Tiberium did best!

The brief lull was all that was needed for the stallion to manage to recover a fair amount of stamina. Straining his muscles, he'd attempt to withdraw, struggling against the snug embrace of the Jorelite's anal walls. Up until now the interaction had mostly been a matter of relentless forward thrusts into Éclair's tortured rectal sleeve, and with all the effort that had gone into it, a fairly equivalent amount was needed for the reverse. Bracing his hooves for traction, the horse threw his body mass into the effort, tugging fiercely as Éclair's poor, distended pucker refused to release its shameless grasp. Once again the device underneath her creaked, tugged in the direction of the stallion as finally, tortuously, that massive equine fvck-piston began to churn out of her rear-sleeve. There was a blissfully immense buildup of friction that ground against those walls as inch after steaming inch of horse cock dragged its way out of the quivering grasp of Éclair's squeezing embrace, until only that spongy knob was snug up tight in the grasp of that rectal pucker.

And then, an eager lunge forward, as all of that previous effort was undone - with the tracks already laid, the subsequent trip was so much easier. Éclair's newly-petite form was made to take every last inch once more as he slammed his way home, the stallion's ponderous balls smacking audibly against her, beginning to build a rhythm of butt-fvcking. Pre-nut oozed from the tip of his cock into her, allowing for a smoother gliding motion with each subsequent thrust as he coated the quivering confines of her bowels, so obviously delighted by the clenching sensation around his prick in spite of the challenges of railing such a tight hole. Ebony horseflesh glistened wetly in the light with each draw back, excess effluent frothing out around the tight seal of Éclair's puckering anus. He cycled in and out of her like an engine, the two of them linked to one another in a tawdry fvcking machine. Back and forth his shaft surged, stretching her as he withdrew to the very limits of her anal portal, launching forward into her eager depths, and the longer the engine ran, the hotter the parts got, and the faster everything ran.

In what felt like no time at all they had gone from struggling to just get it all in to long, rapid, full-length thrusts into Éclair's ass. How her body managed to re-arrange itself accordingly was all a matter of "Sliucha magic" as it felt like the stallion was trying to get her to deepthroat him, just from the other way around, her body under a constant barrage as it received the thundering thrusts from the stallion behind her. Finally, the silky-smooth embrace of the Jorelite's rear proved too much for Tiberium. With a gleeful bellow he'd bury everything inside of her, his nutsack contracting with a powerful muscular squeeze and sending a scalding explosion of horse cum rocketing down the barrel of that gigantic butt-fvcking prick, a churning explosion of equine seed skidding into her steamy bowels. Considering she was already quite stuffed to the limits by a cock over a foot long, there was precious little space for the massive flood. She felt a growing pressure in her abdomen as her belly swelled underneath her, the stallion firing several prolonged gushes of cum into her intestinal tract.

Thankfully, Tiberium didn't plan on sticking around for too long. He began to withdrew, relieving some of the pressure even as he spewed through the entire backstroke- no, wait. There was another surge forward, and the force caused a geyser of horse cum to erupt from Éclair's quivering pucker, spraying in all directions as it pressured its way past the tight rectal seal around Tiberium's cock. The stallion, in continuous pursuit of the good feels around his dlck, continued to pull back on occasion and viciously shaft into her depths in time with the contractions that sent another long, sinewy rope of horse nut shooting into her guts, only to finally stop as his own orgasm began to fade. Holding himself for only just a moment, the stallion rapidly began to soften and retreated from Éclair's hole, wrenching himself free, limp cock dribbling as it dangled beneath his belly and he withdrew from the apparatus - in high spirits, but finished. (For now?)

Éclair, in the meantime, now had to contend with two waterfalls gushing out of her, overlapping with one another as her gaped holes struggled to comprehend what they'd just been put through.
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Practice made perfect!
And Éclair, never one to skimp when it came to New & Interesting,
That for all that she quite suspected Tiberius’ wasn’t the first equine that she’d fvcked, there was no escaping the reality that she’d also never taken anything with quite such a prodigious girth as the Stallion that had mounted her,
Just as Éclair lay there utop the wooden frame,
Panting and gasping for breath, the very literal breather that came from the momentary respite,
As she could just take a moment, intone a few filthy offerings to the corrupted Carmelyan’s that were not the only one with a faith that had allowed Alithea to tag-along for the ride. And, of course, simply appreciate the hardness and warmth that filled her so,
This? Oh so much more preferable,
To the usual Jorelite side-career of murder and pillaging!
Deep breaths,
And Éclair’s expression remaining locked,
In the war of lewd and angelic as her new Guise was being put through the works,
That after Era’s of being curvy, buxom and utterly built to be fvcked? Going through such an experience on what was more or less the polar opposite? Not something Éclair had really thought through other than jailbait or no, the Jorelite didn’t think it even remotely appropriate not to have long legs and an ass to die for. Enormous breasts had been something of a more recent addition in the young woman’s life, and well, easy come, easy go for the Shapeshifter,
”Aah~! Gods…” Éclair just gasped,
The flutter of thick lashes as she lay, trying for comfort upon the frame,
And quite resigned to the reality that it wasn’t going to be anywhere near padded enough for the strain of taking a dlck so big that Éclair had to be tied down…
Pig. Cow. Horse.
What did it matter? And Éclair, all for New & Interesting,
And, in part, if she could encourage the Carmelyan’s to find a variety of things to fvck her for their own sport and wagers, wasn’t everyone a winner?! Éclair got an Audience an New, and they got a Show!
Plus, they had potentially days of this kind of thing,
So they’d have time to mull it over, and Éclair, time to explore a whole range of depravities,
Given that she didn’t have the faintest clue as to just how long it would take for Sliucha to suceed in getting her knocked up or, well, how long it would take to show and confirm the pregnancy had stuck,
A brief lull,
And a ragged gasp from Éclair,
As her whole body once more shook from Tiberius’ movements,
Whimpering and mewling in pleasure and pain alike as the gargantuan cock worked her ass over as if the Jorelite was made for such an express purpose. Well, made for Jorel Himself to take her, but there seemed to be a decent enough overlap in what other Toys could find pleasure within her,
Hooves flailing on the edge of Éclair’s vision,
The relentless assault, leaving Éclair’s voice hoarse as the horse sodomised her,
Greedy and shameless, that for all she was bound to the wooden frame, Éclair was clearly having quite a time of it,
Pain and Pleasure,
And the young woman oh so happily upon it’s knife-edge,
The vice might have been instigated by the Church of the Faith with Éclair’s penchant for sodomy that had nothing to do with the Not-a-Plan. No, this? Pure ecstasy as the young woman welcomed the grotesque display of bestiality with a childish delight as warmth continued to splay down her long legs,
Plunging forwards,
Trembling, quivering with need and longing,
That the Baelung might (was…) going to be too much? It was still all too encouraging for whatever prospects of cock might otherwise be able to find a loving home if the stars aligned. Just, best not think of the how Sliucha’s magic was enabling it given that too, Éclair remained confident that the New & Interesting was going to be very much limited to Temple Grounds,
The heady scent of sex and cum,
The sheen of sweat glistening upon Éclair’s pale skin,
As she cried out in pleasure, long dark red hair framing Éclair’s beauty as the Stallion continued to thrust with such vigour that a small part of the young woman was afraid the Slut-Skewer was indeed going to result in a complete penetration,
Don’t overthink it, just enjoy!
That there was no intent to stave off pleasure,
Of edging and withholding? Definitely one of the better perks of laying with a beast!
That, Éclair happily did without even as Tiberius came and came and came; shuddering and twitching and leaving the young Jorelite all the happier for it. The geyser of horse-seed welcomed, Éclair’s expression of intense delight even as the tell-tale softening of the immense cock left Éclair with just the faintest hint of distress too.
Panting for breath,
Wondering how in Aeternia she was supposed to be being ridden to the second floor, or if she’d misunderstood… no, no, definitely didn’t matter! Trust! Sliucha knew what she was doing and Éclair, very much along for the ride!
”Good… Horsie…” Éclair moaned softly,
The smile beatific, utterly angelic as she basked in the afterglow,
Used, abused,
And yet no less desiring more,
The borderline nymhomanic simply content, awaiting the next Toy to make use of her in the Breeding Festival.
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