Red or Purple Collar?
*Glk* *Glk* *Glk*
The constant sound of having a mare being throatfucked could be heard throughout the train.
The sound itself was coming from a compartment. It had plush seats on the left and right side. On the left side hereby sat a unicorn stallion with his legs spread. He wore a black shirt with a white tie as well as some blue jeans and tinted glasses.
His black mane was spiky, while his coat was a pale cyan. His arms were also resting on the top of the backrest, as he grinned down at the mare between his legs, slurping hurriedly, much to the stallion’s enjoyment, while also keeping a stopwatch nearby in his magical aura.
The mare itself had dark grey fur with a black mane. She was completely naked. Her nipples were an even darker grey, almost black, making them stand out all too alluringly. Spit and pre was smeared against her muzzle, while her nose holes were sealed by the stallion’s magic, making it impossible for her to breathe through that thick log stuffed down her throat.
“Not bad,” the stallion exclaimed with a grin, looking at the stopwatch.
His name was Neon Lights. He was the owner of a well-known club in Manehattan, as well as the master of the black-collared slave currently sucking his cock.
Said mare tapped his thighs only seconds later hastily, making him raise an eyebrow, “Well...I guess it is time to finish this.”
With that thought he grabbed the mare's head and started to facefuck her, grinding his groin and balls against the beautiful mare's face and slowly working himself to climax.
The mare couldn’t help but gurgle helplessly, tapping insistently on his thighs, her oxygen levels low as she was praying for him to finally blow his load and let her breathe once again.
Her wish was fulfilled a moment later as Neon hilted inside her gullet with a loud groan as rope after rope of his virile spunk was pumped down the earth pony mare’s esophagus.
Soon enough he pulled her off and made his magic disappear from her nose. The mare instantly started to gasp quite loudly as she coughed a bit.
Neon’s cock twitched in excitement, depositing one last rope across her muzzle, making her frown up at her master.
“You are frowning a bit too much Octavia,” Neon addressed her with a grin before levitating the stopwatch in front of her eyes, “I mean, you can hold your breath for 18 minutes and 4 seconds! That is quite the improvement and a new record you made.”
“I don’t really understand why I have to be an expert at holding my breath,” the now dubbed Octavia complained as she sat down on the seat opposite of Neon, who smirked at her.
“You will see soon enough. Let’s just say that this might finally be a solution so that you become more cooperative like your friend Vinyl here.”
Said white mare with an electric blue mane and a red collar was snoring quite loudly in the seat beside her. She wore some crotchless daisy dukes, as well as a white sleeveless tight shirt with blue highlights with the area around her boobs being cut out, to show them off. She also wore her trademark tinted glasses and some headphones, that were unmistakingly blaring her eardrums full of her loud music. Octavia could only wonder how her friend could actually sleep like that.
“No offense, but I don’t think I will ever be a public slut in one of your discotheques. You after all only let red and purple collars work there.”
Neon Lights hummed at that, “Believe it or not, but I haven’t given up on the plan to get you out of your black collar yet. You would be a real asset to my club after all. I mean, Vinyl as fuckable DJ slut is one of the greatest things I have to offer the club goers. But I listened to what you and Vinyl created together. I’m sure having you two as entertainment would make my club the most famous and popular in all of Equestria!”
“And the Appleloosa Rodeo Competition is what you think will actually make me more open towards this madness?”
Neon grinned, “One can only hope. Your skills certainly will help you there.”
Octavia shifted in her seat a bit uncomfortable, eyeing her master warily, “And you really won’t tell me what I have to do, or what you make me do there?”
Neon’s cock throbbed, as a wide grin found its way on his face, “I will keep it a surprise. Now sleep a bit. You will need your strength for the coming day.”
Octavia was frustrated at this. She wanted to know what would await her there in the arena for the competition. After all it could be anything. The competition was quite open, in which a slave simply had to do a ‘trick’ in front of the leering audience. Anything sexual the master can think up goes. So any sexual scenario was a possibility, much to her chagrin.
Of course she knew she couldn’t change it. She had it rather good compared to other mares. So protesting would only worsen her situation. She would have to pull through. Sometimes she of course did envy her close friend Vinyl, as she had an easy life as a willing slut and club cumdump. But Octavia herself simply couldn’t be like that. Her shame and embarrassment were holding her back well from giving in to the sexual debauchery around her. And Neon certainly didn’t manage to break through that shell of shame that was protecting her.
Octavia yawned. It seemed that her training was taking more out of her than she expected. Seeing that they still had a way to go and that she really would need her strength like her master said, she decided to rest. Her eyes were weighing heavy and slowly dropping shut. She leaned against her friend, the warmth of the body beside her feeling all too comforting and making her smile as she slowly succumbed to sweet slumber.
The next day they arrived in Appleloosa. They exited the train station where Neon led them into town and directly towards the arena of said town where the competition was held.
The mood of the populace seemed quite elated. Many were clearly anticipating the new annual competition. And considering the many foreigners that were walking down the street it attracted also a lot of guests and not just contestants from other settlements.
Soon enough they reached the stadium. A caribou was leading them to the locker rooms where they had to wait for their turn. She saw some familiar faces there, like Rainbow Dash. Albeit said mare had lost all of her defiance.
She didn’t have long to eye her before the announcer called them to the arena.
From what the announcer said during the show Octavia knew the poor mare was stuck in a warbeast gangbang. Not that said mare seemed to mind, if the words of the announcer could be trusted she was moaning quite whorishly as she was double-teamed by these mighty beasts. Not only that, further information depicted that she just gave birth not too long ago to twin warbeasts. And that the ten warbeasts were the most virile in their herd, so that the once so cocky mare was currently bred by them to get pregnant with more of these sexual beasts.
For Octavia it was a real horror scenario, but she somehow had a feeling that the announcer was truthful and not just exaggerating. Rainbow looked quite blissful back at the locker room and dare she say it...eager? She was even rubbing her stomach as if longing for this event. So her falling to warbeasts to such a degree might explain her behavior. Octavia certainly hoped that she would never end like this. She rather would be an unhappy slave than such an eager whore.
Her attention was shortly drawn to her master as he gave her some clothes for her to wear. Said clothes being some tight black pants as well as a white blouse. It was actually almost quite an alien feeling to wear proper clothes again. Nothing sexualized. It spoke volumes over her life if she had to get used to real clothes. Not that she would wear them for long. They were after all just for the upcoming show. Just like the violet lipstick was. All to simply truss her up a bit before she would be completely fucked. Considering the competition she meant that in the most literal sense of the word.
It took at least half an hour for the show to end. Octavia could only listen to the announcer during that time. She wasn’t sure if she should hope to get her performance done sooner or later. She of course wanted to have it over with quickly, but since she didn’t know what Neon wanted her to do...it left a deep pit in her stomach. The feeling that something might end up going wrong.
The only thing that kept her mood high was Vinyl who was actively complaining about waiting so long in the locker room. It certainly was amusing to see that she hasn’t changed in that regard, despite her more frivolous job.
Of course Vinyl wanted to do some debauchery to pass the time, but Neon held strong and denied the horny mare. He was quite clear on keeping such enjoyment for the upcoming show.
A show that would start rather sooner than later as Octavia had to experience.
“Next up are: Neon Lights with his slave Octavia Melody!” the announcer shouted over the microphone, making said mare’s heart plummet.
She took a heavy gulp, wondering what exactly might await her as she followed her master along and out into the stadium.
The bright light was blinding her a bit as she stepped out and she needed a moment to adjust, but the already roaring crowd of course quickly took her focus away.
She was looking around seeing quite a lot of mares and their masters sitting in the stadium and cheering for the oncoming show. It made Octavia shrink a bit, but a comforting hand of her friend Vinyl, as well as an encouraging smile quickly quenched her fears.
She took a deep breath smiling a bit nervously back, words failing her. Not that it mattered. With Vinyl watching, she was sure she would be fine. She might be a huge pervert now, but she was still her friend.
...Well, okay, actually she was a huge pervert before all of this too. Just now she could be more open about it.
After calming somewhat down she eyed her master striding confidently forward. She quickly moved after him, making sure not to embarrass him as to not get punished. However soon enough her eyes fell to the area she would compete in. And what she saw shocked her.
In the middle of the arena was a plant. But not any kind of plant. It was a tentacle plant. Its slippery appendages were eagerly waving around in the air. Octavia noted that most of the tentacles were smaller in girth, while one had a wider girth.
Luckily Octavia had avoided these rape plants until now. She never liked the thought of having many vines restrict her and rape her. They were after all just a faceless beast. And for her it was the lowest of all lows to fall prey to such a thing. There was certainly more dignity while getting defiled in the stocks than to fall to that vile set of vines.
With that thought in mind she all too quietly asked, “M-Master? You don’t mean that I have to... with this?”
Neon stopped in the middle of the arena, just short before the plant before turning around to her with a mischievous smirk, “Of course you have!”
Octavia backed away from the plant, only to bump in the soft breasts of Vinyl as she held the woman’s shoulders, keeping her from getting any further.
The mare looked over the shoulder back to Vinyl, a look of betrayal on her eyes. A look what Vinyl couldn’t help but reciprocate with a roll of her eyes. Not that it was easily seen with her glasses on.
“Have fun~” Vinyl said in a cheerful tone as she pushed the girl forward, making her stumble.
Neon caught her in his magic, giving her a grin, “Be sure to give us all a good show,” he said before throwing her right into the cursed plant, making Octavia shriek.
The tentacles instantly ensnared their prey. Their slippery appendages all too uncomfortably wrapping around her limbs and restraining her movement before she could even begin to resist.
She still tried of course, but considering she wasn’t the fittest of mares she soon exhausted herself, making her grudgingly resign herself to her fate with clear shame.
“Oh my! Seems like we are having a black collar’s first time with the thorough tentacle plant here! Makes me quite wonder if her master was thinking things through!” the announcer stated with amusement, “Not that I’m complaining! Let’s see how this mare can handle it!”
Right as if on cue the tentacle started its assault. One was slivering beneath the mares blouse, before slithering through the top, caressing her head.
Octavia could only shiver as she felt the transparent slime being smeared on her belly and cheek. She tried to turn her head away, but the tentacle followed her every movement without trouble.
A second later the tentacle then pulled, making the buttons of the blouse pop right off and revealing her bare chest and erect nipples to the warm desert air.
The cheering got louder at this act of undressing and the monster certainly was taking encouragement from it as a tentacle suddenly slipped from her belly into her tight pants.
“Don’t!” Octavia protested, but this of course did nothing to halt the green appendage as it quickly reached her slit, squirming around and with that stimulating the poor embarrassed earth pony mare.
“Oh ho ho! Seems like our tentacle monster is in a teasing mood!” the announcer hollered over the approving roars of the crowd again.
“B-By Celestia!” the elegant mare protested, as she felt the direct touch of this slimy appendage on her nethers. It was teasing her, rubbing along the lips of her vulva and grinding up into her.
Octavia really wished she had gotten some underwear to wear right now for protection, but quickly argued that the tentacle would have simply either slipped under it with force or torn it apart.
A suspicion that held true only a moment later as she felt two small tentacles invade her pants, only were these tearing at them, before ripping a large hole in the crotch area to expose Octavia’s shame to the leering crowd.
Octavia was snapping her eyes shut, hoping it would ease this humiliation. Sure, she was walking around naked normally, but this act of having finally clothes on again, only to then have them ripped open and apart, not to mention how her honeypot was leaking from the molesting appendage grinding between it… It was helping in no way to ease her embarrassment.
She was once quite a classy mare, and now she felt herself reduced to some kind of perverted tentacle sex show to entertain a crowd. Suffice to say that at this point Octavia wished for it to be over sooner rather than later.
The tentacle seemingly hearing her wish pulled away. A string of her sticky arousal was connected to it, turning the crowd on even more.
She then suddenly felt something large and slimy prod at her backside, making her eyes fly open again.
They instantly gazed down spotting the large girthy tentacle of this monster. The other smaller ones clearly weren’t meant for anything beyond holding her still and teasing, but this large phallus was there to really get the job done and spread any mare out nicely.
Octavia pondered if the large butt plug she had to wear as part of her training previously in Manehattan has stretched her ass out enough for what was to come as the large tentacle still prodded at her puckered ring. Only a moment later its force increased, stretching her entrance wide as this beast took her.
The grey mare could only scream as she felt her ass give way as the slimy appendage slipped in. She was actually thankful at this moment that all the tentacles were lubricated, as it made the strain a lot easier on her. Sure, she still felt uncomfortable as the large log was lodged into her bowels, but it was something she would get through without damage.
Soon enough the tentacle pulled out again, before pushing back in. It was clearly massaging her walls, finding a rhythm to get her used to this anal assault.
Much to her own shame Octavia found her arousal quickly growing and her pussy practically leaking juices down her thighs as she felt the cock-tentacle ram her ass.
Her whole body started to heat up, while her clit got painfully erect, making her wonder if this translucent slime on the tentacles was some kind of aphrodisiac.
She didn’t have any time to ponder as the tentacle suddenly pulled out until only the bulbous head was in and it stopped its movements.
The panting mare wondered for a moment if it was already over, but knew that the possibility was higher that this plant would have some perverted scheme for her.
The latter came true as Octavia suddenly felt her bowels filled once again, but this time the tentacle wasn’t stopping. It punched right through any resistance and dove deeper than it had before.
The earth pony mare gaped at this as she felt the tentacle going deeper and deeper. It was almost like a snake with the way it was wriggling around every curve in her guts. This thing was fucking her deeper than any stallion or caribou ever could, and for a moment Octavia wasn’t sure if this was a good thing, or a bad thing.
Not that she could keep this thought up long as the tentacle simply continued on its merry way, invading Octavia deep. She was actually wondering if this thing would ever stop, imagining when it would reach the end of her bowels and then end up in her...
That was then realization hit her. This was why her master had trained her to hold her breath! This tentacle would thrust out of her bowels, into her stomach, and then through her throat until it truly speared her like a pig over an open fire! Only in a more carnal way.
It would completely close up her airways. She could feel it still moving on, making steady progress, but she already felt it travel further up, making her realize that she was running out of time.
Just as she felt the tentacle-cock push through what Octavia guessed was her stomach she took a deep breath. She did that right on time as only a second it invaded her gullet, pressing her airways shut, before it erupted out of her mouth.
Octavia’s body went stiff. It practically spasmed as she felt herself unable to move her torso as the tentacle was now in full control of her. She couldn’t run. Not that it was ever an option.
The cockhead of the tentacle was teasingly wiggling directly in front of her snout and eyes, showing itself off to the mare as well as the crowd.
Only seconds later loud cheers erupted from the crowd yet again.
“Ho ho ho! Look at that folks! Speared like a pig! An all-the-way-through fetish fest is that here!” the announcer said in clear enjoyment, making Octavia blush as she gurgled along the fleshy vine lodged in her throat.
Said vine seemed to enjoy the attention as it practically waved to the crowd, but that might have been just Octavia’s imagination. As horny and fucked as she was it was really hard to get a clear thought. Not that her mind was quite that hazed yet, as she still suddenly felt the vine sliding further in, or more like now through her. The cocktip of the tentacle started to glide down between her melons, making some thrusting motions for a few seconds, much to the audience's enjoyment before going further down.
The close contact made it quite clear that this thing was teasing her and taking quite a lot of enjoyment out of it. It was even more clear as two smaller tentacles wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them, before pressing them together in an additional upcoming titfuck before the main tentacle moved on and further down.
Octavia quivered, she actually thought she was done after it got all the way through, but the tentacle beast simply kept going and found more embarrassing situations and sexual positions to bring her in. The few moans that escaped her were luckily muffled enough for the audience to overhear. At least for now.
The large appendage soon enough reached down to her quivering twat and swollen pussy lips. She was aroused. Clearly for all to see as the tentacle was drawing the attention to her unattended pussy.
The cock gave a slight prod, making Octavia involuntarily moan out loudly and whorishly against the fleshy piece still stuck in her throat.
“What a slut!” Octavia heard someone shout from the crowd which was quickly followed by many others.
“She is practically soaked!”
“That’s it! Screw that snotty whore!”
“Fuck her dripping cunt!”
“Turn that black bitch into a real purple!”
That last one made Octavia actually whimper a bit in fear. Neon said he wanted her musical talents. He wouldn’t risk turning her into a purple, or would he? No, no… He could have done that a long time ago, thrown her to some beasts unprepared until she was a mindless slut. But then she also remembered that he was sure to get her out of the black collar today…
This was then Octavia had an epiphany. Neon was convinced to get her out of the black collar today! He was sure of it! It was a gamble he made! Throwing her to the tentacle beast and seeing if she would either turn purple or red. He trained her, so he was hoping for her to become a willing red collar, but would also take a purple one if she lost this fight. A simple mindless slut for his club. And she knew Vinyl would be turned on by it no matter how she ended up.
Now it just depended on her and on how much this beast would break her with pleasure, and how much she could endure.
With that Octavia steeled herself for this task her master had laid before her. She would not end up being a purple. She wouldn’t allow it.
Her conviction set, she managed to steal a glance at her master who was sitting down, and watching her intently, while her slutty friend was sitting on his cock and cheering quite loudly.
“You got this Tavi! Woohoo!”
That actually managed to make her smile. Well, at least internally considering her mouth was stuck into an ‘O’ as this tentacle used her innards as a tool for its own perverted pleasure. Though despite her situation that feeling was genuine. The encouragement meaning much to her in this twisted perverted world and giving her hope for the future.
The tentacle took exact that moment to dive in.
Octavia let out a muffled scream as her moist twat was spread around this large cock, her insides being invaded and plunged open as this tentacle-cock all too curiously explored her every nook and cranny and still pushing on. The tentacle monster didn’t even stop as it started to hammer against the walls of her womb, instead simply forcing them open and then pushing inside, before hammering against the walls of her until now unmolested sanctuary.
The mare’s body jolted with pleasure, as she was sure almost every sensitive part of her body was rubbed along by this voracious beast. It was sure to make her its bitch, but Octavia held on, trying her best to keep some clear thought besides the pleasure that was coming down in steady thrusts now as the tentacle started its pumping into her again.
Octavia couldn’t help but to groan and moan, as she felt her ass, throat, tits, and pussy being fucked all at the same time. The slime with its aphrodisiac like effect helping to heat her body up nicely and making her enjoy being the prey of this monster. But it wasn’t done with her.
As if not being satisfied with just fucking up her naughty holes the beast brought some other tentacles closer, these ones with needles as tips, dripping some vicious fluid from it. The three appendages were quickly either zooming in on the mare’s nipples, or her aroused clit.
Octavia didn’t even see it coming before the needle-like tip was pushed right in, tearing through her flesh before starting to pump whatever kind of vile liquid it had into her.
The sophisticated mare could do nothing but scream as her clit as well as her nipples were treated in such a rough way. She felt the sting of pain quite clearly, but also felt it quickly subside as an unbearable heat took its place.
The already erected clit of hers started to swell unnaturally after the needle had punctured it and fed it with its liquid. Her nipples were not any better as the audience watched on in rapt attention as her breasts and nipples started to swell.
Soon enough the deed was done and all three needles retracted, leaving only three stinging punctures behind. Octavia was breathing heavily at this point, hoping this torture was over now, but the tentacle beast of course wasn’t done yet as three other tentacles approached her sore and sensitive areas.
The grey mare started to cry out in pure bliss as her highly sensitized clit got grabbed by a noodle-thin tentacle. It wrapped around the swollen clit, squeezing it and pulling it every which way. At the same time two tentacles with mouths lapsed onto her nipples and started to squeeze and suck on her voluptuous chest.
A splatter of juices, along with the continuous orgasmic screams announced that the mare finally came. Her whole body was spasming, while all the while the tentacles continued to fuck her up.
The main tentacle was still thrusting into her ass, esophagus, tits and pussy, ramming the sophisticated slut hard, as she she was spraying her juices. The tentacle delightfully torturing her clit seemed all the more motivated to drive her even more towards mindbreaking pleasure, while the two mouths started to drink up the milk that started to shoot out of the mare’s enhanced udders.
This continued on for a while. Octavia crying out her pleasures loudly and quite enthusiastically to the heavens while her body was played with fervently. A continuous schlick could be heard from her obscenely leaking pussy. Her arousal was practically overflowing as the tentacle inside her simply rammed her twat and womb, just as it did with her ass and esophagus. This thing was giving her the plowing of the century, using her as nothing more than a piece of cheap fuckmeat.
The thrusts of the main tentacle soon got more erratic. It was grinding hard against her insides, as the beast finally started to reach its own climax.
A few more violent thrusts were all it took before the beast hilted itself in her battered womb and a warm spray of its hot gooey cum was coating her insides.
Octavia’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her whole body instantly being wracked with another orgasm. Her previous one didn’t even have the time to end as her mind seemed to be slowly fried by the pleasure that was provided to her.
All the while the tentacle cock began to pump its cum directly into her inner sanctuary, making it expand more and more. Octavia’s stomach was slowly bulging out, and before long making her look pregnant from the strain, as cum was stretching her womb out almost to its bursting point.
The cum was practically sloshing inside the wildly orgasmic twitching mare as the tentacle beast finally decided to have mercy with her and pulled its tentacle-cock out of her.
Though it was still erratically spraying its white seed, even as it slithered out of her abused baby maker and painting it. It then popped out of her, before slithering all the way back up leaving a trail of cum in its wake, and splattering all along her body, breasts and even coating her complete face in its sticky fluid before it retracted down to her gurgling maw, filling it up with a sea of cum. Her gullet wasn’t spared from this treatment as well as it received its own load.
Further and further pulled the tentacle out, going through the intestines and defiling these as well, never resting, and not being satisfied until this beast had absolutely and completely bathed this sophisticated whore in its cum, inside and outside.
With a loud plop the tentacle exited Octavia’s now gaping ass, a spray of cum pouring directly out of it in a lewd last bit of showcasing this slutty mare’s body.
Said delirious mare was still twitching with her limbs, as her tongue was now hanging out of her mouth. A look of dumb bliss on her face as the tentacle beast then slowly turned her defiled and spunk leaking body around to show it off to the by now stunned and amazed crowd one last time.
The crowd soon enough broke out into its loudest cheer yet, the excitement practically palpable.
“Wow! What a show folks! I’m sure we have a real favorite here for the first place!” the announcer cheerily exclaimed, making Neon smirk.
He was still sitting with Vinyl in his lap, but had already shot his own seed inside the slutty DJ during the big finale. And considering she mirrored the same look as her friend Octavia she seemed to have enjoyed this show immensely as cum was oozing in a river from her dripping twat and down his cock.
The question now was of course how she would end up. She was passed out from pleasure. Her mind was fried with pleasure, the question was now to which degree.
Red or Purple? What will she be? But that is only a question that could be determined once Octavia would wake up. And considering the pounding she took this might take a day...
Red Collar Ending
One month has passed since the events of the Appleloosa Rodeo Competition. In the end, Octavia managed to get first place, just before Rainbow Dash. It was quite the close call, but not that said mare could actually celebrate right away as she slept through for an entire day.
As soon as she woke up Neon and Vinyl were immediately by her side and were both quite pleased to see her awakening, still intelligent, but now quite accommodating to sexual acts. She was a bit meek at the beginning, feeling strange for this new craving as she masturbated quite openly, her shame being completely shattered by the competition.
Not that Neon or Vinyl minded. Vinyl actually showed Octavia how to masturbate to perfection, with toys and other techniques to ensure Octavia would fit in quite comfortably now in her life as a slut. Not to mention to have some pleasure-fueled nights with said mare herself.
Neon of course still trained her to get her more and more comfortable with her love for sex and her new destiny as a slut. Letting her start out small in his club, first as barkeeper with less sexual acts involved, then up to a part-time public club slut, and now up to the position of a musician directly next to Vinyl.
Both were standing next to each other, Vinyl on her DJ pult, while Octavia played her cello. It was perfection in its finest form, both of the mares getting quite the attention in more ways than one.
While Vinyl was bent over and playing on her pult, Octavia was lifted up by her tighs, having to ride a cock during her play. Both mares were moaning out whorishly as their spraying snatches were pounded hard, both cumming as they felt the dozenth stallion of the night creampie their eager holes.
Octavia looked over to the happy face of her friend, a smile gracing her face. This was where she belonged to. As an Entertainer and Public Slut.
Purple Collar Ending
One month has passed since the events of the Appleloosa Rodeo Competition. The mare known as Octavia no longer existed. Instead only a mindbroken purple collar was in her place.
The musician might have managed to make first place, right before Rainbow Dash at the competition, but after she woke up it was clear that no intelligence was left in her eyes. Only a deeply rooted craving for cock.
Neon was a bit disappointed at this development. He actually hoped for her to turn out as a willing red collar slave, but he was well aware of the risk of things turning differently, so he simply tried to do the best he could now. Octavia after all had a fine piece of body, so she would be of use to him anyway. He trained her to be his pet dog, making her crawl on all four and earn rewards if she was a good pet.
Vinyl found her friend quite hilarious and adorable as she was crawling and barking along. The DJ was suggesting to give her the mare’s nickname Tavi as pet name. Something Neon approved off. Vinyl was often petting her. Not only on her head, but also in her naughty places if she felt especially raunchy. Her cute happy pants and barks only encouraging this behavior. Sometimes she even broke out some toys like vibrators. A dog after all needs a lot of love and attention!
But of course Neon didn’t only keep her for his own and Vinyl’s amusement. He took a leash and led her directly into his club, offering her eager barking flank to the club goers, right along the few other purples.
Vinyl could only grin down at her once so posh friend as she was playing on her DJ pult, while being fucked hard from behind. She was moaning out loudly in bliss. Sure, she would have loved to play with her friend together, but seeing her like this, as a sex-crazed pet dog was also quite sweet in and off itself.
Tavi of course simply enjoyed the ride at this point, as she was heaved into a stallion’s lap, while another one took her from behind. She was a good dog, and would continue to fuck and suck cocks for the rest of her life as her master’s mindless barking pet.