Brittany stepped through the portal, emerging in front of Empress Avalon's palace. "Welcome back, my pet," Avalon purred. Brittany tried to respond, but found her mouth was already occupied by a large bit gag.
As Avalon approached her, a pink glow began to pulse from the brand on Brittany’s chest. Avalon clipped a pair of reins to Brittany's bridle, leading her toward the stables. As they moved, Brittany's body swayed with each step. Her breasts, heavy from a magical growth spurt, bounced uncomfortably. Avalon, amused by her discomfort, occasionally flicks Brittany’s buttocks with a riding crop, a sharp sting that demanded she lift her knees higher, like a proper pony girl.
They arrived at a section of the stables that Brittany had never seen before. In the center of the room stood a strange contraption: a tall, metal stand with several leather straps. Avalon secured Brittany to the stand, the straps wrapping tightly around her body. Cuffs locked her ankles to the floor, forcing her legs wide apart.
Helpless, Brittany watched as Avalon began her work. While Avalon's hands focused on Brittany’s breasts, her tentacles slid down her body. One gently stroked her pussy, teasing her clit. Another moved to her ass, its tip circling her taut muscles before slowly sliding inside. The dual sensations sent a wave of pleasure through Brittany. She moaned loudly, a sound of desperate longing.
Avalon paused. "Do you wish to speak?" she asked. Brittany nodded yes. Avalon unclipped the bitt gag, freeing Brittany’s mouth.
"My breasts are too big," Brittany managed. "They're making my back hurt."
"I can help with that. I can also remove your tail as I did for your friend?" Avalon replied.
"Yes, ple--" Brittany began, before Avalon swiftly re-secured the bitt gag.
Avalon attached two suction cups to Brittany's nipples. Hoses connected the cups to a small machine nearby. With a flick of a tentacle, the machine whirred to life. The cups began to pulse, a firm, sucking pressure that drew a gasp from Brittany. Milk quickly started flowing from her, the sensation a strange mix of pleasure and profound relief.
Between the rhythmic pull of the milking machine and the skillful work of Avalon's hands and tentacles, Brittany's body was a symphony of pleasure. She quickly reached the peak of her release, her body trembling as a powerful orgasm seized her.
As Brittany rode the fading wave of euphoria, Avalon leaned close to her ear. "The milking will take some time. I'll remove your tail later."
Brittany, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, could only moan in blissful assent, the sensations still coursing through her body.
The next morning, Brittany woke up in her own kitchen, still in pony gear. She looked at her chest and found her breasts were smaller, a welcome relief, but still larger than their normal size. She also noticed her demonic tail was gone. An extra-large pink tail butt plug was on the counter. When she tried to get up, she found her reins were tied to the handle of the refrigerator door.
Just then, Stacy walked in, a grin spreading across her face. "Well, it looks like someone enjoyed their time with Mistress Avalon," she said. Brittany mumbled an exhausted response.
A note on the refrigerator caught Stacy's eye. "What do we have here?"
The note read: "Keep my pony girl tightly bound and well cared for until sunset. Make sure she wears her new tail plug tonight." Signed, Mistress Avalon. "P.S. Enjoy her milk. I know I will."
Tags: bondage, bdsm, The Magic of Bondage, stables, milking machine, lactation, milk, bit gag, gag, collar, pony harness, pony girl, arm restraints, bound, restrained, horse girl, hooves, leather, harness
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Studio Arieta - Su |
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