Title:           Perfect Pony Pet 4 [mlp]
Author:          Vhatug
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First Edit:      Friday 14th of June 2013 10:47:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 12th of February 2016 07:19:27 PM CDT

>Two days pass as the stables are finished and you finally wrap up all this paper work.
>The only thing left to do is get it where it needs to go, something you don't want to trust to the postal service. So today you're taking a trip to Canterlot.
~
>Waking before Lyra for once, you give the horsey mare a scratch on the ear, causing her to roll her head bit with a big goofy smile on her face.
>Smiling yourself, you nudge her awake.
>It's not easy. You have to push your entire weight against her chest to even budge her.
>No effect anyway. It doesn't help that she's a heavy sleeper.
>Getting a better idea, you lay your hands on her belly and rub.
>He legs twitch as she switches between small moans and giggles.
>As your hands drift south and your nails dig into her haunches, she wakes with a gasp.
>"WHA! Huh? Oh, hey Anon." She stammers out as she rubs her eyes and makes her way of the bed to stretch. "Mornin!"
"Morning. Go get ready, we need to get going soon or we're gonna miss our train."
>"Huh? OH! That's today? CRAP! Alright, I'll go get packed."
-
>Trotting into the bathroom, you begin your routine.
>With a tug, you casually pull last nights beads out and quickly set to cleaning them.
>You know wearing these might seem weird to some people, but you've hardly gone a day without them in over a year. To you, it'd be weird to NOT wear some.
>With that taken care of, you handle the rest of your hygiene.
 
>Finally finishing, you call out to Anon.
"ANON! BRUSHIE TIME?"
>"NO TIME! DO IT YOURSELF!"
>Brush yourself? Fine, yeah, in a rush. You understand.
>Pulling the brush through your hair a few times, you slip it in your bag.
"You're gonna make it up to me later though mister master..." you whisper.
>Trotting back into the bedroom, you pull your toybox from under the bed.
"HEY ANON! WHICH TOY?"
>"I DON'T KNOW? THE BUMPY BEADS?"
>With a nod, you pull out the toy. A 4 foot string of bumpy, graduating beads, starting at ping pong ball sized and ending in one a little bigger than a base ball with a flat stopper.
>Lightly coating the string in lube, you start sliding them in. It all goes in pretty easy except the last 2, which you have to ease in, the last finally entering with a pop.
>Dropping some extra toys in the bag since you'll probably be gone a few days, you trot into the living room to wait on Master.
-
>Tossing the last of the papers for this trip into your briefcase, you look yourself over to ensure everything's in order.
>Suit, suitcase for an overnight stay, briefcase.
>Yep, about ready to go. Stepping out, you find Lyra waiting for you.
>Her looks are a little casually done, but then again you didn't groom her yourself today.
>"Bout done? Can we eat now?"
"Sorry Lyra, no time. We'll eat on the train."
>"Fine, I'll wait."
>She seems kind of huffy.
 
"Look Lyra, I know I haven't been giving you enough attention these last few days. Tell you what, go look in the top of the hall closet, I got you a present."
>"A present? *Squee*" And she's off like a shot, quickly returning with the gift.
>"Can I open it? Pleasepleaseplease?" she asks while bouncing like a filly.
"Well...It WAS for later....but what the hell."
>She just tears in.
>"Anon...It's beautiful! Like something a noble pony would wear!"
>Inside is a new, and very fancy saddle with a removable crupper and modesty veil, as well as an ornate bridle with a place for reins.
"Yep, only the best for my mare. Come on, let's get it on so we can get going."
>With a smile and a nod, she bends down so you can get it all on.
>The bridle quickly goes on, followed by you balancing the new saddle and fastening all the straps.
>Attaching the crupper to the back of the saddle and her tail, the appendage is forced up. While certainly not on full display, she can't fully cover herself with it on.
>Lastly, you attach the strap spanning under her tail from one side to the other, actually pulling tight againt the toy's stopper, also helpfully concealing it.
>They make sense you guess, the crupper makes them seem young and vibrant, the drape makes it seem like they're not just displaying.
>Attaching the saddlebags, you note they're mismatched and decide to fix that later.
"Alright Lyra, let's go."
 
>"Yes Master. And thank you for the saddle, I love it." she says as she kisses you and the two of you step out.
>After pinning an away note to the door, you climb onto her back, take the reins give a small jab to her sides, causing her to enter a gallop for the train station.
>With Lyra's speed, you reach the station so quickly it seems almost a blur, though you no doubt gained plenty of attention.
>Hopping off her back, you quickly search your jacket pockets before finding your tickets and present them to the conductor.
>Startled, the aging stallion jumps to attention "Hmm? Ahh, yes." he stammers out as he checks through his list.
>"Seems you two are in...Ah, please follow me." He says with a bow before leading you into the first class car.
>"Here you are sir, madame. You're in cabin 3. Please let the someone know if you need anything at all."
"I think we're fine, thanks. By the way, is the dining car open right now?"
>"It's open from 6 A.M to 11 P.M sir."
"Thank you, that's all."
>With a nod, the stallion turns and returns to his post.
>"So can we go eat now? I'm starved."
"As soon as we unpack, then we'll go eat."
>"YAY!"
>The room is certainly quite nice, though pretty cramped with both yours and Lyra's size, but you'll just need to deal with it.
>The bags are all simply tossed in the corner, except for the all important briefcase, which you hide under the matress and cuff to the bed frame.
 
>It's not really ideal, but it should be good enough.
>On your short walk, you notice the decoration in general is pretty good. Trains still seem to be THE way to travel in Equestria, so you figure they all want to play that part.
>The day passes quickly, and soon you're getting ready for bed.
>The most immediate concern is that, obviously, Lyra isn't fitting in this bed.
>She insist's it's fine, that she'll sleep on the floor and let you have the bed, but you'll have none of it.
>Laying the matress on the floor, and grabbing the extra blankets and pillows from the cabin closet, you manage to whip up a small cot.
>She plants herself, and you cuddle into her side rather than using her as a pillow, her slightly shaggy fur keeping you very warm as you drift to sleep.
~
>The next morning rolls by, and the two of you are just finishing getting ready as when the conductor announces Canterlot is less than an hour away.
>Checking the room is in order and you haven't forgotten any of your things, and with nothing else you need to do, you decide to work off a little of your recent neglect.
>You take a brush and sit on the edge of your bed.
"Lyra, come here please?"
>"Huh? Yes sir!"
>You present the brush, then simply state "Lay down.".
>She does so, laying her head across your lap with a big dopey grin on her face.
>Moving the brush through her mane, you begin slowly working the knots from her mane.
-
>JUST as you're getting into your brushies, the train pulls into the station, and Anon makes you get up.
 
>Anon quickly attaches everything to your saddle and the two of you leave the station.
>"Alright, let me up."
>Without even thinking, you bend low so he can get on your back.
>You soon feel him grab the reins and squeeze your sides, telling you to move.
>There's no shortage of odd looks, but you're beyond used to that at this point, what matters is staying on task.
>He hasn't told you where you're going though, but you can probably guess. You're going to drop off your stuff then to handle all that boring paperwork stuff.
>Sure enough, you soon arrive at The Princesses Tower, the fanciest hotel in Canterlot, which is even styled after the palace, and promises all guests are treated like royalty.
"Anon? We're staying HERE?"
>"We sure are."
*Squee*
"Aww yeah, this is gonna be fun!"
>Anon dismounts and you both head inside, where you sit back while he deals with the desk clerk.
>A few minutes and a money flash later, a bellhop is levitating your belongings off of you and onto herself before leading the two of you to your room.
>The room is just incredible, with high ceilings, regal decor, and even a bed big enough for you.
>Your concentration is broken by the bellhop
>"Sir? Ma'am? Do you require any further assistance?"
>"No, thank you, we can handle it from here." Anon says as he flicks a 10 bit coin to the waiting mare.
>"Very well, if you require anything further, you need but call." she claims as she trots out.
 
>"Alright Lyra, I'm heading out to handle all this crap. Will you be alright by yourself?"
"What? I can't go?"
>"It's just paper work, you'd have nothing to do but stand around bored" he says, waving his hand dismissively.
"Fiiiiine, I'm a big mare, I'll be fine alone."
>He puts his hands on your cheeks and scratches as he pulls you closer and plants a big kiss on your snout.
>"MY big mare."
"Of course I am!"
>You nuzzle into his face, causing to him to respond with a hug, ruffling your mane as he pulls away.
>"Anyway, feel free to call room service or whatever you want. Unlimited allowance while we're here."
>It's all you can do to not bounce where you stand.
>Then you do!
"EEEEEEEEE! Thank you sir!"
>"Heh, alright, alright, calm down."
>He takes his briefcase and heads out the door, calling back to you before the door shuts.
>"I'll be back soon. Love you Lyra. Behave now."
"*Squee* Love you too Anon! I will."
>With Anon gone, you decide to just make yourself comfortable. That's why you're here, right?
>First off, your tack. The saddle and all ARE really pretty, but you can't really lay down in it.
>Unhooking the crouper and the saddle buckles, you slide the ornate saddle off.
>You almost toss it before you remember your "neatness training", and decide to NEATLY set it in the closet before jumping onto the bed.
>Yeah, yeah you're a wonderful housekeeper.
>Not really feeling like doing anything at the moment, you decide to just lay here, call up room service, maybe do some reading.
 
>A few hours later and you're sprawled out on the bed, a ton of plates and empty hay shakes on the dining cart, and magazines flung everywhere.
>And you are SOOOOO BORED!
>You levitate a bunch of magazines by, hoping to somehow find SOMETHING interesting you missed.
"Latest fashions? Lame. How to get the stallion of your dreams? Got mine! Diet tips? Crap. Celebrity gossip? Stupid. 10 Most Desirable Herds? Most of em probably hardly know their guy."
>Flipping through another magazine, you find something worth killing ten minutes on.
>In The Modern Mare, you find an article called "The Human Effect".
>For the next hour, you read, reread, and read again this article on how Anon's little fibs are improving the world.
>From improvements to motors, energy, medicine, the arts, and some warnings about pollution and stuff, and what people are expecting him to "invent" in the future.
>With a chuckle, you toss the increasingly boring book aside and float your lyre from your nearby bags and start plucking the strings.
-
>After almost a full day of signing your name to papers, you've finally managed to finish all your work for this trip.
>Walking back to your hotel, you vow that you're not gonna make any more stuff, you've introduced enough shit, you have enough money.
>A promise you make every visit.
>It doesn't take long till you reach your room.
>Unlocking the door, you find you have to push against a mountain of hay shake cups just to get in, the deep grumble of a sleeping mint horsey being the only sound in the room.
 
>Walking up to her, you give her a hard shove, hardly budging her.
>But it's enough, as she wakes with a loud yawn.
>"Oh, hey Anon, glad you're back.....What time is it?" She asks as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.
"About 9 P.M. And you're in trouble."
>"T..trouble? Why? Uhh, why sir?"
>You simply point to the piles of trash laying around the room.
>"Oh, well, the maid will get that, right?"
"That's not remotely the point. They can dust, but were not gonna look like bad guests. Clean, now."
>"But sir, I-"
"You have 5 minutes before I break out the riding crop."
>That's all it takes to stop her from arguing. Within second, the air is alive with paper cups that quickly stack themselves on the serving cart.
>As if on cue, a knocking fills the air, before a mare calls out to announce herself as housekeeping.
"Come in, door's unlocked."
>Lyra quickly stops, before you tell her to continue.
>"Oh no sir, that's quite alright, I'll handle it. I was actually sent here after catering told me there was a large mess."
"I appreciate it, but she's spoiled, so I'm teaching her some responsibility."
>Turning back, you see Lyra's cheeks are burning red.
"But since you're here, I would appreciate if you made the beds and got this cart on your way out."
>She gives a small curtsy.
>"Of course sir."
>The maid sets to work on the disaster zone that is the bed while Lyra finishes with the cups and garbage.
 
>Once finished, the maid takes the cart and prepares to leave.
>Dropping a 5 bit coin on it, she thanks you and leaves you alone with Lyra.
>Plopping into a chair, you call Lyra to attention.
>She quickly scrambles to you, and stands still, eyes down, as she waits for you to say something.
>After letting her stew in worry for a few minutes, you finally speak up.
"Get cleaned up, we're going out tonight."
>"Wha? No punishment?"
"I think a warning is enough this time."
>"EEEE! Thank you Master!" She says as she nuzzles you before bouncing to the bathroom to wash.
>A few minutes later, she skips back out, brush in her mouth.
>Taking it, you scratch her ears before setting about the process of brushing out any tangles or rough areas.
>It takes a few tugs, but you finish up fairly quickly, Lyra letting out a dissapointed sigh as you do.
>Grabbing her saddle, you throw it over and buckle it and, after assuring her toy is in its proper place, affix the crouper and modesty veil.
>Lastly, you attach her bridle and reins.
"Now don't you look pretty."
>She turns away with a small, embarrassed smile, but a tug of the rein pulls her close as you plant a small kiss on her lips.
"Alright, let's get going." You say, a small pull of the reins adding force to the command.
>Lyra trots closly behind as you make your way out.
>"So, Anon...Where are we going?"
 
"Not sure, I was thinking of just going to the first place that looked good. You wouldn't happen to know someplace, hmm?"
>She lifts her hoof to her face in an exagerated thinking pose, before cracking a smile.
>"Actually yes! Hop on!"
"I'll just walk for now."
>You get a look here and there as Lyra shows you the way, but your oddity largely dissolves amidst the hussle and bustle of the city.
>Soon, you arrive at a small bistro in a small market area.
>The air is filled with the smell of hay, sweet fruit, and roasting meats, and several ponies and even a small group of gryphons are happily eating in an outdoor seating area.
>"So, here it is! What do you think?"
"Yeah, it looks alright. Come on."
~
>About an hour and a full belly later, you decide it's time to leave.
>Paying your bill and a decent tip to apologize for Lyra's appetite, you climb in the saddle and set out.
>As Lyra slowly carries you back to the hotel, a passing sign gives you a very....fun idea.
"Hey Lyra?"
>"Hmm?"
"Were you serious about that branding thing the other day?" You ask in a hushed tone.
>"Oh, I was, but...you're right, I might have been going a tad overboard in the pet thing. Why?"
>You simply tug the reins, putting her face to face with a piercing shop.
"A brand might be a bit much for now. But maybe we can work up from something a bit less...permanent?"
>"OH! What did you have in mind? I'm cool with anything you want on me, but-"
"In that case, maybe I'll surprise you. Come on."
 
>"N.now?"
"Now."
>She gulps and nods as you dismount and walk through the rather high doors.
>As soon as you enter, you're greeted by a feminine voice.
>"Well hello there! Welcome to Barbell's Body Mods!"
>Behind the counter sits a purple furred, and clearly female minotaur, who quickly rises to greet you.
>"But ain't you two some big'uns! I'm Barbell, how can I help you?"
>Looking the cow up and down, you see she looks every bit the part for her profession, rings and studs covering her top to bottom.
>The most obvious however, is a heavy ring set in her nose, and a hairless patch of burned flesh in the shape of a star set on her shoulder.
"Hello, my name is Anon, and my girlfriend Lyra here was thinking of getting some work done."
>Closing the distance, to shake her hand, you note she's rather short, no more than 5 feet tops.
>Honestly, you were just kind of expecting minotaurs to be a bit taller.
>"Well, we might be able to do that, dependin on what kinda work she wants done of course."
>She turns to Lyra, but she simply turns the attention back to you with a dismissive wave of her hoof.
>"That's really for Anon to decide."
>The cow looks at her quizzically for a moment before realization dawns on her.
>"OOOOH! You're THAT kinda couple are ya? We get people like you in here now and then. No worries, I don't judge none."
>"Anywho, what we gonna do here big fella?"
"Hmm, I'm not entirely sure, I don't suppose we can browse what's available can we?"
 
>"Weeeell... Alright sweetie, it ain't like I've got any other customers this time of day."
>The lithe minotaur leads you to a back room, where jewelry and tools of every type can be seen hanging from the walls.
>You're fairly sure of what you want, but you figure you can let Lyra sweat it out for a bit.
>A little after you start poking around, your host speaks up.
>"Alright, I can't keep it in no more. What's with the get ups? You workin with that museum gig up town?"
"Museum gig?"
>"What gig are we talking about?"
>"Oh don't fool, that heritage exhibit up on loan from Minos, bout humans and all that hooha."
>Lyra ignores her completely in favor of bouncing in your face.
>"ANON! Anon can we go? PLEASE? Please please please? PLEAAAAAAASE?"
"Whoa now!" You say, gently petting her face to try to calm her a bit. "We'll see, it depends on when it is. Now I need you to be good."
>"*groan* Alright, here's hoping."
>With one of Minty's outbursts calmed, you turn back to the minotaur.
"Sorry about that. And no, I'm the real deal. Anon Y Mous at your service, Equestria's top idea guy, and the worlds only full blooded human."
>With an ammused "hmmph", she steps forward and grabs your arm and seems to compare your hand to her own 4 digited one.
>She squeezes and bends them, seemingly testing if they feel real.
>Pulling back, she reaches to your face, prodding gently at your features and feeling your scalp.
 
"Please stop." You say, brushing her hand from your face.
>Broken from her testing, an air of pure giddyness seems to over take her as she covers her mouth to hide a childish giggle.
>"Well I'll be! Ya know, I heard some rumors, but I figured folks were just talking from under their tails. Listen here dumplin, just for you, I'll give ya a huge discount on whatever!"
>She extends a hand, which you give a good shake.
"Well, it'd be rude to say no."
>"Well alrighty then, just let me know when you decide, I can do most anything! Like..."
>Raising a hand to her horn, she draws your eye to the fact that they have simple, repeating designs carved into them. You'd noticed earlier, but paid them little notice.
>"Horn carvings"
>She runs a finger along the bare skin of her snout, then shows skin of her palm.
>She ends by bringing them town to circle a nipple, a sultry stare saying there may be more to this than merely showing off the simple tattoos on her scant skin.
>"And tattoos."
"Hmm. Who did yours anyway? Because you can't have done all this yourself."
>She breaks from her flirting, scoffing and casually waves away your question.
>"Why, mostly the folks that I trained myself, not to toot my own horn, but I know my way around a body pretty darn good."
"I can see that. Anyhow, I believe I've made my decision."
>Lyra perks up, taking careful note of what changes you're about to make to her anatomy.
>"Well good to hear sweetie. So what'cha decided on?"
"Clit ring."
>"A WHAT!?"
 
>You place a finger over Lyra's mouth without otherwise acknowledging her.
"So I'm thinking half circle, something that frames the bottom of the button, something that can withstand a little tugging and abuse, but still fits inside when she's not winking."
>"*whistle* Darlin, that's a helluva request. I can, but only if her clitoris is big enough to support it. Let's see what she's packin."
>The minotaur reaches for Lyra's crotch, but suddenly, her modestly drap is grabbed and held in place by a yellow light.
>"Huh, well. Sorry big guy, I ain't gonna do this if she ain't alright with it."
>Lyra responds in kind, attempting to explain herself.
>"NO no no no! No. I'm just a little nervous, it's just Anon, umm, sir? My, well, you know...."
"OH! Right. Disregarded, let her check your size."
>With a whimper and a click, the modesty veil falls free of the saddle, revealing her moist sex and well filled doughnut.
>A fact that does not escape Barbell.
>"HOOOO! Now I get it. He sure does have you by the horn, huh?"
>"Sh..shut up."
>Barbell simply shakes her head.
>"Eh, it's alright, it's far from the strangest thing folks have come in here doin. Anyhow, let's see whatcha got down there."
>She spreads Lyra's lips, and with a grab under and over, forces the nub from hiding.
 
>"Woowee that sucker's big! Darlin' you got size for what your fella wants and more."
>Lyra says nothing, but you can see her face burning with embarrassment.
>Barbell grabs a small measurement tool from a nearby table and takes the numbers down before leaving to grab your requested mod from her supply.
>When Barbell returns, she goes up front and addresses the two of you.
>"Alrighty there Mr. Manly, I happened to have something that would fit. Granted, it was meant as a nose ring for young bulls." She says as she flicks her own nose ring.
"Is that alright?"
>You take the rather large pieces of metal in hand and look them over. They're big, heavy, and intimidating.
"It's perfect."
>Barb takes the pieces back and shows them to Lyra.
>"Now listen here missy, you don't HAVE to do this if you don't wanna. You sure?"
>Lyra is breathing deeply as stares at the large chunks of metal.
>"Y...yeah, I'm just a little scared. Do it."
>"Well alright, this'll hurt a bit! But trust me sugar." She says as she motions down, a stud shining from her own pierced button as she brushes the fur aside. "It's worth it."
>Barbell motions Lyra to a larger piercing chair before she attaches shackles to her rear legs.
>"Woah woah woah! What's the deal with the bondage?"
>"Oh nothin really, I've just had problems with pony folk and the like kickin in the past. A big gal like you? I ain't too keen to see the damage you could do."
 
>Barbell wheels over a small cart of what you assume is her tools, and takes a seat directly behind Lyra.
>You take one in front intending to comfort her if she needs it.
-
>Not long now till she does it. You can't say you're looking forward to it, but if it's what Anon wants, you're gonna try your best.
>A sudden jab takes you by surprise, causing you to try to kick a little, before your entire crotch goes numb.
>"Just a little somethin to dull the pain darlin, you really don't wanna do this without it."
>Anon simply holds your head and gently pets your cheeks.
>A few minutes pass, when Barbs speaks up.
>"Alright hun, that stuff should be in full effect. Last chance to back out."
>You don't say a thing. She gets the hint, and grabs some kinda cloth.
>"Alrighty then, bite  down on this, and we'll get this show on the road."
>She stuffs the rag into your mouth, preventing your back teeth from touching.
>Soon, you're hit with an UNGODLY sharp pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
>You thrash and scream at the top of your lungs as Anon jumps back several feet.
>The pain quickly dulls into a moderate ache as your screams stop with an exhausted sigh and Anon gets back to stroking your mane.
>"Alright sweety, the worst part is over." The cow says as she wipes you down before turning to Anon.
 
>"Alrighty then, come see if it's whatcha wanted."
>Anon walks behind you and looks you over.
>You can feel those wonderful hands groping all over your booty and your mare bits.
>It's hard to stay still when he touches your clit, even though he was probably a LOT more gently than it felt.
>Thankfully, he finishes looking you over pretty quick.
>"It's great! I approve."
>"I take pride in my work! Now, onto safety. I don't know what all kinds of fun you two get up to, but you'll need to lay off that hole for a week or so while she heals up."
>She hands something to Anon before moving to remove your shackles.
>"It's just the stud in there now, but you can attach the ring after about a week."
>"Make sure you keep it clean. Lastly, I know that big ol monster of a ring can take some mighty rough abuse, but that don't mean you should go just yankin on it. Alright?"
>Anon gives a small nod, pocketing the ring that will soon be hanging from your button.
>"Sooo. That only leaves payment. I know I already promised a deep discount, buuuut we could make it a little cheaper."
>"Oh? And how's that?"
>Barb starts laughing a bit.
>"And here I thought you were supposed to be clever. A roll in the hay, have some fun, sexy times. I've been droppin a few hints."
>That would be.....really hot.
>"Heh, thanks, but I don't really need-"
>You interrupt, poking him in the side with your horn.
"Anon, hey, Anon. Hey."
 
>He turns with an annoyed glare.
>"Lyra, what did we say about interupting me when I'm talking?"
"Sorry." You say with a pleading smile.
>You motion for him to come closer so you can whisper to him.
"I think you should."
>He simply looks at you shocked.
>"Why? I can understand the thing with Bon Bon, but you don't even know her."
"It's just, well, I wanna watch. This is the closest to human on human I'll ever see."
>"I should've guessed. Alright, because you were a good girl and didn't fuss over getting your piercing, I'll do it." You say while petting her behind the ears.
"Thanks sir!"
>"On one condition, you can't touch yourself. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself while you're healing up."
>Somehow, you don't believe you thought this all the way through.
"Well, umm, can I just kinda...grind on my toy if I'm careful?"
>"Heh, alright. But no cumming."
"....Dammit. "
-
>You turn back to the patient minotaur.
"So, Barbell, why is it you're interested anyway."
>"Honestly, cuz of what you are. I'd bet there's no shortage of cows back in Minos who'd take ya for a ride in the middle of the streets if ya asked, just because you're human."
"So it's a bragging rights thing?"
>"Well, sorta, but not really. Honor or privilege ain't the right words, but it's the best I can think of."
>You step back to think about it for a minute. But only about a minute.
"Alright, on three conditions. Don't go bragging about it. She gets to watch. And I'm in charge."
 
>"Heh, alright darlin, if that's how you wanna play it. So long as you remember I ain't one of your pets."
>She heads to the front of the shop and closes the place up, ensuring you won't be disturbed, before clearing her desk.
>"Alright, here's good. Waitin on you."
>Walking up to the short lady, you grab her by the shoulder and push her to her knees.
>"Oh, so that's your game huh? Alrighty then."
>She fiddles with your pants for a moment but quickly figures out the zipper.
>Seemingly not one for waiting, she gives a quick tug and pull, freeing your already hard member from its prison.
>"Well, not a bad piece of equipment there, certainly bigger than a bull. Now let's see how well you can use it!"
>She leans in for a lick, but you stop her with a grab to the nubs of her horns.
"No no. You need to learn to follow directions.
>You poke your hardon through the loop of her nose ring, booping her snout to humorous effect.
"Just have patience, you're gonna have a hell of a time."
>She pouts with a haughty "hmmph", but doesn't resist for the moment.
>You pull her closer for a moment, draping your sack directly over her nostrils, and wait.
>Warm air from her nose tickels your balls for several seconds before you decide she's got enough of your scent.
>Using your thumb to coax her mouth open, you pull from her piercing and quickly thrust into her throat, surprising her somewhat.
>Her horns make excellent handlebars as you slowly pick up rhythm until you reach a comfortable pace.
 
>Now in your sweet spot, you let go and tell her to do her best.
>She's more than happy to comply, her pace slowing a bit, but it's made up for when she puts that INCREDIBLE cow tongue work.
>It seemingly wraps full circle around your shaft, drawing satisfied grunts from you.
>As she gets comfortable, you notice her hand dives into her own crotch, slowly synching her pleasure with your own.
>Soon, your hips begin to thrust on their own, working with her speed.
>Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, you decide to simply enjoy the ride.
>Focusing isn't easy when a seeming oral expert is polishing your knob, but you take to petting her head and muttering praise in encouragement of her technique.
>Several minutes pass as Barbell gets increasingly more enthusiastic, eventually reaching the point of her gently massaging your balls, her tiny hands adding a unique sensation.
>Before you know it, you're at your limit. You grab her head and hammer her mouth before impaling her on your entire length.
>She chokes and gags and bit, becoming more and more adamant as she struggles to pull away.
>But it's a lost cause, you're too far gone. The sensation is enough to push you over the edge as you release your seed directly into her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow.
>With a sigh of relief, you let her up for air.
>She coughs and gags as she slowly gets to her hooves, eyes bloodshot and a few tears rolling down her face, she looks rather pissed.
 
>You're about to apologize when she gives you a small punch in the arm and starts laughing.
>"Pretty rough there, don'tcha think fella?"
"Heh, sorry, thought you were mad for second."
>"Nah, it was fun. A little warning next time would be nice. Assumin you're up for more of course."
>Looking to the side, you see Lyra's lack of control is already making itself known. Ears down, lip bit, a glowing horn and high tail saying her toy is getting some work.
>She could use some more teasing.
>Grabbing Barbell by the wrist, you turn her and bend her over the desk.
>Gently rubbing your cock over her nether lips, you manage to draw a few sultry "Mmmm"'s from her before, with a smirk, you lift and push into her rear.
>Barbell yelps and struggles a bit, the head of your spit slick cock in her back door.
>"Gah! Now what in the world do you think you're doin?"
>You reach forward and pet her head as you very slowly start pushing deeper into her.
"Heh, well, way I see it, better safe...*unf* than sorry. Right, my little part human?"
>She says nothing, simply breathing through clenched teeth as you push deeper.
>It doesn't take you long to bury your entire length in her.
>Your cock now in it's proper place, you stay still, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling, and you a chance to savor the differences.
 
>A far cry from the almost crushing tightness of Lyra's tunnel, this cow ass is just as warm, but much more giving after she's relaxed. All in all, it's very Soft and welcoming.
>Despite that, it's not loose in any way, she's clearly anally experienced. You'd go so far as to say you think there's a real chance that you just stole this little cow's black cherry.
>Pushing the thought aside, you begin rubbing your hands over her rear, enjoying the feel of the soft fur of her lower body as you begin slowly thrusting.
>She takes deep hissing breathes as you move, still getting used to the feeling.
>Her breathing slowly shifts to shallow gasps as she begins to relax and get more into it.
>Reaching forward, you loop your finger through her nipple ring, giving it a small tug in the process.
"See? I knew you'd enjoy it this! You've just gotta stay...." You give her nipple ring a bit of a twist for effect. "Nice and relaxed. Ask Lyra she knows."
>Barbell looks to the mint mare, who's trying her hardest not to cum.
>"Y..yeah, calm and...it gets fun."
"She IS a keeper, don't you think so Barbs?" you say planting a firm slap on the minotaur's ass, causing her to squeeze delightfully.
>"Hey...mmf...easy on the rough stuff!"
"Heh, of course."
>Gently rubbing the spot you just hit, you further increase your pace as she increases her moans.
>Taking this as a good sign, you decide to move forward.
 
>Reaching around, you place your other hand on her stomach and begin to rub.
>Tracing circles into the lighter fur of her upper body, you get a great feel of the small but powerful muscle on her stomach as you slowly move down.
>Barbell responds favorably, her noises taking on a more pleased sound as you go.
>Making the transition into the soft, thick fur below her waist, your hand is soon just above her slit.
>"Mmm, nice of you to think of me sweetie. Go on ahead."
>You intend to, but not before giving her a little teasing.
>Starting at the bottom, you slide your finger along the lips of her drenched love tunnel, bottom to top, and hoping you're doing it just lightly enough for it to be frustrating.
>It seems to work, because by the time you're circling her clit, she's openly moaning.
>Giving the studded button a flick, you drive your fingers into her slick hole.
>Like her rear, this one is also different than you're used to. While quite stretchy, and giving, it doesn't mold around you and squeeze like a mare.
>With the experimenting of your proding done, you begin to hammer at her slit in time with your fucking.
>Within moments of this treatment, the cow shudders and moans as she coats your hand in femcum.
>Grinning, you hilt in her rear as you lean forward and talk into her ear.
"Aww, now you should have told me you were close. I could have drawn it out a bit."
>"Heh, thanks...but I'll get off when I please."
 
>You simply chuckle a bit before pulling back and continuing.
>Once again, your assault consists of fucking, fingering, and teasing that cute little nipple ring.
>The sudden pick up surprises her, but her moans say she's still into it.
>It's not long before you're rolling towards your own orgasm when her second hits, with something you didn't expect.
>A loud moo fills the air, stopping you in your tracks. Looking over, even Lyra seems to have forgotten her frustration to laugh.
>Barbell herself however, has buried her face in her arms in shame, and you can't blame her.
>The break to laugh at her has given you a bit of time till you blow, so you decide to poke fun at her a bit.
"There there little moo cow, there's no need to be embarrassed."
>She turns back to glare at you, but you pull her back into position and resume your work, same as last time.
"It's not wrong. Embrace what you are."
>"I'm...not some mmmmf... some dairy cow!"
"Really?" You ask as you relieve your hands on their previous duty to cup the large orbs. "Because I think you'd make some fine milk."
>She grumbles a bit as you begin tugging her breasts, pretending to milk her.
"Maybe I should make you one. I'm sure you'll be a great producer." You say while tweaking her nipples for effect, earning another small moo, which she's quick to cut short.
>"Sss....stop it."
>Your only response is to switch back to fingering her as you speed up, thrusting as fast and hard as you can.
 
"Yeah....I've got a...unf...a nice box stall. We could keep you there......Milk you....by hand.....keep this warm....ass of yours nice and full."
>The cow says nothing at this point, only letting out moos and moans.
>You decide to slow down to bring her back to her senses a bit for your last hurrah.
"Maybe we'll get you a new brand so....everyone knows who you belong to. Right.....HERE!" You say has you land a firm strike on her ass, much harder than last time.
>The smack gives you another lovely squeeze, and you ready to give her another.
"So what do you think, my little milk cow?"
>She mumbles something you can't make out.
"I can't hear you." You say, giving her another smack.
>Another mumble that you can't make out.
>You slow down to a near stop, letting her catch her senses a bit, and denying her release.
>Leaning in, you run a finger down her ear and ask again.
"Barb's, sweetie, please answer...I'd like to keep you, make you my good little dairy cow. Would you like that?"
>Before she can answer, you pull back and plant another firm slap on her rear.
>"OOF! Y..yes. That'd....be nice."
>With a smile, you reach forward and pet her head, give her a "Good pet.", and move back to your fucking, slapping, and fingering.
>Your orgasms already on the horizon, it's mere moments before she cums again, her feminine juices coating your hand.
>It's less than a minute before you reach your own. Your cock throbbing as you fill her bowels with your hot seed.
 
>Taking a moment to catch your breath, you give that booty one last slap before pulling your softening rod from her depths.
>The cold feels almost like a punishment for taking your dick from its comfortable home, and Barbell's small gape looks very welcoming. But it's getting late, and you need to go.
>You shake Barbell from her haze, looking rather worn out as she gets to her hooves.
>"Heh...Darlin, THAT was really something. The slapping was a tad much though."
"Ah, you loved it, don't lie."
>She gives you a look that says a mix of playfullness and sarcasm.
>"ANYWAY, bathroom's right over there, why don'tcha get cleaned up while I wipe up this mess."
>Wordlessly, you turn to go, walking past your very quiet, red faced horsey.
>Stopping beside her, small drops of her lubricant stand out on the floor, but no soupy mess. You're a little surprised, but pleasantly so.
>Giving her haunch a pat, you simply tell her to go grab her veil as you make your way to the bathroom.
>When you return, you hear the two girls talking
>"I don't know if I envy you, or pity you."
>"Whatcha mean?"
>"Well, he's pretty good, noticably better than a bull, but he loves to tease, don't he?"
>"Yep, but it's still pretty fun."
>Smirking, you step from behind the corner and pat Lyra as you step to her side.
>"Bout time big fella. We were starting to think you fell in. Anyhow, after that little show, I think we can put this little bit of work on the house."
 
"Heh, thanks. But I can pay, no problem."
>"I'll have none of that. Least I can do for my new best friend. You two are welcome here anytime."
"Well thanks Barb, I'd shake your hand, but you're still sticky."
>The three of you share a chuckle.
"Anyhow, me and Lyra need to get going, so I'll see you around."
>"By Barbell, thanks for the ring."
>"Alrighty then you two, I need to be closing up shop anyway."
>You take a moment to ensure you didn't drop the ring before you grab the reins and start to leave.
>Before you do however, she walks up to you.
>"Hey, one last thing. What I said, you know, during, you know that was just heat of the moment, right?"
>Laughing, you grab her snout and plant a small kiss on the short girls forehead.
"Whatever you say pet, whatever you say."
>Tugging the reins, you walk into the night before the little cow can think of anything to say in response.