Shivering nervously, he looked around himself, assuring himself all was ready. Cock pump, butt plug, hose, hood, sack, and straps. Yep, this was going to be one wild night... one rough night. Everything was ready, and with a deep breath, he started.

	Stepping into the sack, he lowered his front legs, bringing his chest to the floor. Spreading his hind legs, he hiked up his tail as he used his magic to take hold of the dildo. A prized purchase, it was bigger than his stallion hood, which was saying something as he was part clydesdale, and one hundered percent where it counted. Calming himself, he brought the toy up under his tail, nuzzling the long thick pre-lubed tip against his tail hole, doing his best to relax as the fat flared tip pushed against that resisting flesh, his magic gently but relentlessly pushing the toy, forcing him open, the head finally popping in and drawing a moan from him. From there it was easy, the long firm rubber toy sliding in, deeper, deeper than anything before it, causing him to moan as it pushed and stretched him. The knot, an extra he'd ordered, bigger around than the flare soon pushed against his hole, drawing a tear from him as it stretched him further, popping in, and forcing the toy that much further until his tail hole closed around it, only the flat base and the nipple at the end showing beneath his tail.

	Next up, the pump, a tube with a simple magic powered motor that would speed up and slow down randomly attached. Panting a bit, he lifted it up, his stallionhood already free from his sheath, dripping a little as the tub slid over it, a little magical nudge starting it, enough suction only to keep it in place, encasing his cock from sheath to tip. Picking up the hose, he attached it to a nipple on the tip of the pump, then connected the other end to the nipple on his buttplug, anything he released would be thrust right back into him, he expected to be very, very full by the time the night was over.

	Now that the prep was done, it was time for fun. Tucking his legs under him, he settled down in the sack, shifting so his head exited the only hole. His magic pulled the zipper closed over his back, fastening the tab lock at his neck. Next the straps, lifting himself up, one, two and three straps wrapped around the sack, buckling tight, pulling until he could barely breath, the locks built into the buckles clicking shut with finality.

	One last deep breath, or at least as deep as he could take like this, and now it was time for the last piece. The hood rose from the ground, propelled by his magic, the back open, the featureless leather having two small holes at his nose, and nothing else. It slid over his head, a second skin, erasing  his face, retaining the shape, but flattening his ears to his head, hiding his eyes, making him a parody of a pony. Wrapping around his head and neck, the zipper slid down, locking shut at the sack's neck, a second zipper there locking it to the neck of the sack.

	His breath whispered through the holes in the nose as he waited, locked into a dark prison, trapped with his thoughts, wondering when his first milking would come.