“Mmmph-mmmph-mmmph,” Filthy Rich continually groaned around the long, forked tongue in his muzzle, as the changeling beneath him pounded his ass from below.

As he lay supine atop one drone, while making out with a second impaled on his turgid length, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He wouldn’t deny that his lustful urges had always gotten the better of him, leading him to cheat on his wife with both mares and cute stallions, but being sandwiched between two lovebugs was a first - at least it had been roughly a month ago. What had started as an investigation into a supposed whorehouse had changed his life forever and he didn’t think there was any going back.

It all began one day in his shop, having overheard one of his customers mention getting a bit of action at the abandoned mansion outside of town. Ever the entrepreneur and philanderer, he’d casually struck up a conversation with the patron and discovered that there was a house of ill repute being manned by a small band of changelings on the outskirts of ponyville. He’d done his best to stay composed, warring against his excitement and his annoyance that anypony would dare open a business without his approval, and thanked the shopper for the helpful tip.

That evening, after he’d closed his doors, he’d set off to look into the matter. The Rich family was one of the oldest in Ponyville, and they’d always - always overseen any commerce in or around town. At the very least, if the hookers and whoever was overseeing them had some manners, he’d end up getting his dick wet - at worst, should his hoof be forced, he’d shut the place down or possibly orchestrate a hostile takeover. There was no way he could lose, or so he’d foolishly thought.

Having seen himself to and into the once derelict manor, he’d loudly announced himself, demanded to speak with the pony in charge, and been promptly ambushed by a gang of the parasites. He’d instantly feared for the worst, having heard all about how dangerous unreformed changelings could be, yet the drones hadn’t harmed him - no, they’d given him the time of his life. From sundown to sunup, he’d been treated to hedonistic delights he would never have dreamt of.

While he was no stranger to self-indulgent sexual pursuits, the drones had opened him up to an entire new world of depravity. Gradually submitting to their wiles, he’d fallen further and further down the rabbit hole. What started exclusively as him topping, railing the drones and their whores like the stud that he was, at some point shifted. Though he couldn’t put his hoof on exactly when things had taken a turn, he’d ended up being bent over and railed just as often as when he was the one topping.

Discovering that he actually enjoyed having a big, thick cock in his ass had been startling enough, yet that was far from the only thing that eventually changed. The more often he visited the brothel, the more often he was dosed with the changelings’ intoxicating venom - a fact which, at some point or another, began to alter his physique. He’d always been rather large and well-built, with a stallionhood that would and often did put many to shame, but it didn’t stay that way for long.

As time passed and his addiction to the shapeshifter’s particular brand of perversion grew, he’d started to notice subtle differences with himself. His toned muscles withered, his mane grew long and lustrous, and his masculine frame became sleek and shapely, ultimately leaving him as a trim, somewhat effeminate twink. He hadn’t been all that bothered by his new look, especially because his dick looked even bigger on his smaller body, so he’d continued his daily routines and increasingly frequent visits to the whore house as planned.

“Tighten up, Slut,” the drone beneath him growled, slapping his flank and shaking him from his thoughts.

With his muzzle full of tongue, he braced his hind hooves against the floor, constricted his stuffed backdoor, and jackhammered his hips. Each thrust drove his shaft into the drone straddling him and simultaneously worked the massive stallionhood in his shapely rump. He may have been a businesspony through and through, but he’d been toying with the idea of making a few bits on the side by selling himself at the bordello.

He’d had a few run-ins with clients who’d mistaken him for a whore, offering him cold hard cash to ruin their asses or to fuck his face, but he hadn’t taken any of them up on it. While he’d never been opposed to adding to his already substantial wealth, there were some lines he was reluctant to cross. Having fun on a nightly basis was one thing, although he’d rather avoid earning the disreputable title of prostitute for himself.

The few ponies in town who were aware of his proclivities had been paid off and silenced, and he’d do the same for anypony else who discovered his secret, so he wasn’t too concerned about the residents of Ponyville finding out about him. His appearance had been easy enough to dismiss, falsely claiming that he’d been visiting a Saddle Arabian spa for rejuvenation treatments, and Spoiled had long ago stopped questioning what he did in his free time, allowing him to act with virtual impunity. Rearing back and turning his head, he kissed the drone’s snout who was railing him.

“Getting close?” he cooed, licking his chops. “Gonna breed my slutty pony ass and make me cum in your friend?”

There was something delectably naughty about teasing the parasites, using their vices against him, but it wasn’t without risk. Spurned by having his kiss broken, the changing riding him leaned in and bit down on his collar. The familiar burning heat of venom coursing through his veins caused him to cry out in bliss, pushing him past the brink in the blink of an eye.

His backdoor spasmed, his legs trembled, and his stallionhood flared, as he was forced to climax. If he’d known just how potent changeling venom was years prior, he would have sought out the shapeshifting ne’er-do-wells ages ago - alas, he hadn’t discovered how intoxicatingly incredible drones could be until relatively recently. Wracked by ecstasy, his marish howl cutting through the air, his orgasm proved to be the tipping point for his pair of partners.

“F…fuck,” he groaned, relishing the sensation of hot cum flooding his depths, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

“It certainly seems that way,” a voice chuckled, drawing his attention over and to the door.

Standing just within the room, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light, stood Talon. As far as he could tell, the drone was somewhat of a ringleader, orchestrating affairs and ensuring the changelings’ operation went undetected, and he was the only changeling who refused to bottom from time to time. He awkwardly shifted in place, freeing himself from both shapeshifters to meet his host.

“Talon,” he hummed, uncaring of the cum leaking down his cock and from his ass, “finally decided to give my mare-breaker a shot?”

Talon glanced down at the pony’s semi-erect endowment and snorted. “Hardly, though I do have some good news. Here, take a look at this,” he noted, slipping a vial of glowing, harlequin-colored fluid from under his wing.

Turning the little bottle over, Filthy cocked his head. “Exactly what am I looking at?”

“Venom -” Talon replied, “specifically distilled and enhanced venom. Given how much you enjoy our company, I couldn’t think of a better pony to try it on.”

Filthy’s pucker reflexively seized, as the words sank in. “It’s untested?”

“For now,” the drone hummed, “but you’re going to fix that. If it works as intended, I may have a business offer for you.”

“Business you say?” Filthy snickered, his lust mingling with his avarice. “If that’s the case,” he continued, uncorking the vial and lifting it in salute, “cheers.”

He wasn’t at all worried that the changelings would do anything that would harm him. He was one of their regular customers, he’d brought them plenty of business, and to cross him would mean a swift and immediate reaction from the royal guards - simply put, their relationship was mutually beneficial for a number of reasons. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he brought the bottle to his lips and downed the syrupy contents.

No sooner had the liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach than he was stricken by a wave of euphoria like he had never known. Cognizant thought became a distant memory, he tingly all over, and he could swear his internal temperature spiked, as the elixir seized hold in an instant. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, falsely assuming it would take the enhanced venom to take effect, but it most certainly hadn’t been the heavenly and instantaneous effects accosting him.

“How’s it feel?” Talon flatly asked, narrowing his eyes over at the suddenly unsteady pony.

“I…it feels amashing,” Filthy slurred, speaking before he could think.

Talon glanced over his shoulder at the doorway behind him, before smiling broadly at the femcolt. “Good, because I have a few guests I’d like you to meet.”

Drawn by the sound of heavy hooffalls, Filthy peered past the drone and spotted an utterly massive diamond dog walking into the room. Tall, heavily muscled, and built like a tank, the towering canine loped closer with twisted, fanged grin plastered on his muzzle. His eyes danced over the beast’s frame, drinking in the toned build, before they settled on the loin cloth covering the newcomer’s groin.

“Filthy - Filthy, I need you to concentrate,” the changeling intoned, turning the pony’s snout to face him. “This is Rex,” he explained, waving back at the hulking creature beside him.

“Hi, Rex,” Filthy giggled, listing over and shamelessly burying his muzzle in the canine’s groin. “You smell good…”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Rex chuckled, clutching the back of the ponies head and grinding Filthy’s face into his crotch. “Hope little pony likes the way it smells…”

“Rex,” Talon grumbled, shaking his head, “restrain yourself please.” Crossing to and forcing Filthy to face him, he stared at the femcolt’s face. “As for that business offer - I’m going to lend you to Rex here. He’ll make sure all your needs are fulfilled, while one of my drones disguises himself as you and manages your shop ~ how’s that sound?”

Filthy heard what the changeling had said, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the growing swell beneath the canine’s loin cloth. “Uh-huh…”

A smirk crept across Talon’s face, as he glanced to Rex and nodded. “Show him what he’d be in for, I think we’ve teased him enough.”

Rex pulled at the knot holding his loincloth in place, allowing the garment to slip free and fall to the floor. “Hope you like knots, little pony…”

With his jaw nearly hitting the floor, Filthy stifled an excited whimper. He’d heard about diamond dogs and their somewhat unique endowment, but he’d never seen one in the flesh - that was until that moment. Slipping from the dark fur of its sheath, covered in brilliant, vein-lined flesh, the monster’s cock was - well, monstrous.

Patting the pony’s shoulder, Talon snickered. “Go ahead and introduce yourself.”

“H…hi,” Filthy murmured, his eyes never straying from the beast’s gradually swelling cock.

With a spear-like tip and a bulbous root that was nearly as big as a grapefruit, Rex’s tool seemed to be custom tailored to wreak devastation on any hole it found itself inside. He could practically imagine how it would feel sliding into him, smoothly penetrating his ass, before the fat base stretched and corked his hole. Downright giddy, unable to control his compulsions, he drifted over, buried his nose in the soft, sweaty fur between the giant’s cock and balls, and sharply inhaled.

The strong, heady musk hit him like a freight train, crumbling his already weakened composure and causing him to whorishly groan. Ponies smelled nice, changelings had an exotic aroma, but the canine’s bouquet was that of pure, animalistic masculinity. His mind went blank, his stallionhood excitedly slapped against his underbelly, and his tongue shot from his mouth, as he lifted his head and gave the big bastard a lick.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Talon flatly inquired, shaking the pony from his lust-crazed thoughts. “Our agreement? I’m afraid you won’t be able to play with Rex unless you sign this binding contract?”

A pang of fear struck Filthy, as his host’s statement sank in. Looking over, seeing the changeling levitating a piece of parchment and a pen over to him, he reluctantly shifted in place. He knew the shapeshifter had mentioned something about being lended to the canine, whatever that meant, and that one of the drones would act as his body double, but any other details were lost on him - not that he particularly cared. He snatched up the floating quill and scanned the document, his eagerness making it impossible for him to decipher the specifics, and signed the unfurled scroll.

“T…there,” he stammered, flicking the parchment back at the shapeshifter, “now can I -”

“Yes,” Talon interrupted, neatly rolling the scroll and wheeling around to leave, “now you can have your fun. “Tarsus, Fang,” he called over his shoulder, “make sure he enjoys himself. If he can walk out with his new owner, I’ll be disappointed in both of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” the pair of changelings responded in unison from the bed.

Filthy was only vaguely aware of the conversation, having turned his attention back to Rex. Trotting forward and rearing onto his hind legs, placing his forehooves on the canine’s broad hips, he stood and nonchalantly wrapped his lips around the tip of the wolf-like stud’s cock. The fragrance had been heavenly, more potent than any equine’s, but the taste - stars above, the taste of the beast’s tool was phenomenal.

The slick flesh against his tongue and tapered head easily slid into his muzzle and down his throat, as he enthusiastically began bobbing his head. Aside from having the biggest dick he’d ever had down his gullet, Rex was the perfect mix of brutish and novel. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs, forcing his head downward as he tested his oral skills.

Inch after inch of shaft plunged into his esophagus, causing his throat to bulge outward, until his lips kissed the knot at the bottom of the canine’s length. His battered pucker winked and angrily clenched upon itself, upset that it wasn’t filled, while he fruitlessly tried to jam the fleshy bulb into his maw. It wasn’t that he wanted to fit the entire cock into his muzzle - he needed to.

He grew increasingly frustrated, his lungs steadily starting to burn from a lack of air, until he was struck with an idea. Even if he couldn’t hilt the diamond dog’s dick in his snout by himself, there was a way he could practically guarantee to get what he wanted. Rearing back and unsheathing the saliva-streaked shaft, he scrunched his snout and peered up at Rex’s face.

“Give me a second,” he whispered, hopping back and trotting over to the bed. He waved at the duo of lounging changelings, needing a bit of room to pull off his plan. “Move over.”

Tarsus and Fang looked to one another, shrugged, then did as asked, parting and leaving the center of the mattress completely vacant for him. As he hopped up and onto the padded surface, unable to fight back his smile, he spun around and beckoned the titan over. He may not have been able to fully choke himself on the canine, but he felt certain his new friend would be willing to lend him a helping claw.

Easing himself down and rolling onto his back, draping his head over the side of the bed, he expectantly opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue. “How about you come over here and bury that bone in my throat.”

“Hmmmph,” Rex approvingly grunted, lumbering over and clutching the base of his shaft. “Bugs warm pony up for me.”

Tracking the bobbing, gargantuan cock drawing nearer and nearer, Filthy helped when something warm dove between his thighs. He lifted his head and peered down his chest, past his rigid stallionhood, and spied one of the drones wriggling between his thighs. It was almost laughable that Rex insisted he get warmed up, considering he’d been plowed twice that afternoon already - that said, he wasn’t going to complain about his ass getting eaten.

As if the pot needed to be sweetened, seconds from having his throat swabbed by the burly canine, the second changeling pushed himself up and started sucking him off. Being rimmed, blown, and about to get his face fucked? Oh yeah, on top of the venom-fuelled thrill elevating his sensitivity by an order of magnitude, the evening couldn’t get more perfect! Extending his forelegs and pawing at Rex’s big, heavy balls, his mouth was steadily filled with sweltering dog dick.

“Hope pony - Grrrrr - can hold his breath,” Rex snarled.

The beast steadied himself, grabbed the femcolt’s shoulders, and thrust his hips. The sheer force of the plunge was unstoppable, only slowing for a fleeting second when the knot was shoved into Filthy’s muzzle. He gave a contented sigh, leaving the entirety of his length entombed for a moment, before pulling back and freeing the massive base of his shaft with an all but audible pop.

“Knoph phuk mpphi - Mmmmph!” Filthy’s attempt to provoke the canine ended with a choked gag, as the giant set to rutting his snout.

Rex’s thick, clawed fingers wrapped around his throat, choking him further, while pistoned in and out of his gullet. He couldn’t have breathed even if he hadn’t been getting throttled, his airway packed to the brim with the canine’s tool, yet that detail barely registered. As inexplicable as it was, it felt like his mouth, tongue, and even his throat had been transformed into erogenous zones.

Changeling venom always made him feel great, heightening his senses and elevating his lust into the stratosphere, but this - this was far better than the toxin he was typically dosed with. Even if he hadn’t been getting sucked off, he felt like he may be able to cum from getting his face rutted - be that as it may, the two-pronged attack from Tarsis and Fang overwhelmed him with pleasure. Trapped between the pair of drones and the diamond dog, lovingly kneading the lupine stud’s nuts, he surrendered to his preternatural bliss.

He always relished the attention from those who were less important than himself, be it in his home, at his shop, or in the whorehouse, and this time was no different. His impressive stallionhood and even more impressive affluence practically demanded that those around him give him the respect he deserved. It didn’t matter if he was wrecking somepony’s hole or having his ass pounded - regardless of the circumstances, there was a reason why he’d become so popular with the changelings.

Grunting and snarling, knot-fucking his muzzle and causing his jaw to strain, Rex used him like a sex toy - an experience he quickly grew to love. Though he’d always been quite an awe-inspiring stallion, he wouldn’t deny that he was pleased with the changes he’d suffered through. He’d lost a bit of muscle mass, and his roguish good looks had taken on delicate, marish traits, yet that was part of his newly acquired appeal.

His lungs heaved, spittle and pre-cum trailed down his face, and his stallionhood began to flare, as his lips mopped heavenly length abusing his maw. He’d swiftly realized he wouldn’t be able to withstand the assault for long, the lack of oxygen and overstimulation of his body trying his endurance beyond what he could bear, yet the last thing he’d expected was for the titan to abruptly stop and withdraw. The crimson shaft pulled from his snout, leaving him to gasp and cough, when Rex stepped back hauled his length free.

“Pony close?” Rex rumbled, quirking a brow.

Filthy falteringly lifted his head and peeked down at himself, realizing that the changelings had at some point stopped servicing him. Scrunching his snout, frustrated that he’d been brought to the very cusp of release, he rolled over. “Why’d you - Gah!”

Without any warning whatsoever, the canine leaned forward, grabbed his hind leg, and spun him around. Though the disorientation only lasted for a second, he quickly figured out what Rex was up to. With a fetlock in each hand, the beast spread his legs and pulled him to the edge of the mattress. As the imposing dog-dick came to rest on his groin, eclipsing his own endowment, he gnawed his lip.

Dragging his shaft forward and back against the squirming femcolt, Rex darkly chuckled. “Pony only cums when I say he can cum - now beg for it…”

“P…please,” Filthy sputtered, glancing from the sweltering cock against him to the canine’s face. “Please fuck me.”

“Hmmmph,” the diamond dog snorted, lifting his gaze toward the drones. “Put it on him.”

Twisting in place, Filthy felt something glide around his neck. He only got the barest glimpse of it, yet he immediately knew what he’d been adorned with - a collar. The accessory was demeaning, marking him as more of a pet or an object than the illustrious stallion that he was, but he couldn’t have cared less - not under the current circumstances. Flexing his abs and lifting his waist, he affixed the towering brute with his best come hither stare.

Rex’s lips curled over his glistening, sharp teeth, as he inched back and brought the tip of his cock to the femcolt’s needy hole. Slowly, moving with all the speed of a glacier, he drove his hips forward and slipped his length into his plaything, only stopping when the knot was tightly pressed to the pony’s pucker. Filthy wasn’t sure why the giant was suddenly taking things slow, unless the savage was trying to tease him, but noticed his abdomen.

He couldn’t say how he hadn’t noticed it before, but the imprint of Rex’s length was clearly visible from within his flat belly. Though he’d been well-aware that the hulking canine was exceptionally well-hung, having just had the immense tool rammed down his throat, he hadn’t realized exactly how big his partner was. The imprint of the diamond dog’s shaft was clearly visible, its head coming to just above his belly button, and the sight filled him with colt-like glee.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been able to see the results of something so large in his rump, and it would hardly be the last, yet the sight never failed to ratchet up his excitement. While he had met plenty of ponies, both slutty mares and submissive stallions, who wouldn’t dream of accommodating something so profound, he wasn’t most ponies. It may have been odd, but it took no small amount of satisfaction with how sexually verstile he was.

“What’s the matter,” he tittered, gazing up at the wolf-like behemoth’s face, “you scared to knot me?”

His flagrant taunt was dripping with hubris, knowing full-well that the gargantuan root could and likely would give him the stretch of a lifetime, though he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Clenching as Rex withdrew, fighting every inch of dick that was pulled from his ass, he watched the swell in his gut gradually disappear. So help him, if it was the last thing he did that night, he would end up tied to the big bastard.

Leaving only the very tip of his shaft within his clinging hole, Rex steadied himself, pulled his legs upward, and bucked his hips. The plunge crushed his prostate, sending a gout of pre-cum through his stallionhood and onto his chest. His eyes rolled, he writhed in the giant’s grasp, and a bolt of pleasure shot through him, while drool crept down his cheek. No doubt about it - stallionhoods were nice, but the canine’s equipment definitely had an appeal all its own.

Rex fell into a steady rhythm, his knot beating against the pony’s entrance with every thrust, and broadly smiled. “How pony like being my bitch?”

“It’s - Aaaahn - amazing,” Filthy groaned, caressing the imprint in his tummy.

It was true, he’d never experienced anything quite like it. Rex wasn’t just tall and strong, he was also hotter than hell - almost literally. Darned if he knew the diamond dog’s exact temperature, but the biped’s tool felt like it was toasting his insides. Continually clenching and relaxing his pucker, coaxing what seemed to be a never-ending stream of pre-cum from the beast’s endowment, he was beset by a host of erotic, wholly alien thoughts.

He’d been called a bitch plenty of times before, but this was the first time he actually felt like one. Though he couldn’t see it, what with it clasped around his neck, he could practically imagine the taboo and degrading word emblazoned on his choker. If his family, friends, and customers saw him in his current state, being plowed like a mare in heat by a simple-minded, degenerate barbarian, he’d be ruined, yet the idea was compelling nonetheless.

Though he’d tried to suppress it over the last few weeks, growing increasingly fond of being on the receiving side of things in bed, he’d secretly pined to be owned and subjugated by a creature like Rex. The notion of being used and abused, while appalling, appealed to a part of him he’d only recently discovered existed. Nearing his limit, inspired by his wanton imagination, he was distracted when he sensed the mattress shift.

The once-proud stallion looked to his left and right, watching Fang and Tarsis flank him, before he was set upon. One drone swung a leg over his head, straddling him and sitting on his face, while the other mounted and sheathed himself on his stallionhood. The blissful sensation of being teased moments prior was overshadowed by the unfathomable ecstasy of being suddenly ridden and fucked with a plump ass muzzling him.

He couldn’t tell which changeling was which, given that they were nearly identical, yet that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things - the only things that did matter was that he was in heaven. Effectively immobilized, he was powerless to stop the trio’s assault. His dick was milked, his insides were rearranged, and his tongue swirled around the silken backdoor against his lips, as Rex, Tarsis, and Fang had their way with him.

It took him a second to acclimate, but he quickly put himself to work. Bucking up and into one drone, while simultaneously crushing his prostate with the diamond dog’s shaft, he closed his eyes and french kissed the shapeshifter’s tush. As tempted as he was to lay there and bask in rapture, he couldn’t bring himself to take an inactive role. He was Filthy Rich, prize stud of the Rich family, and he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to at least try to pleasure his lovers.

While he’d fooled around with two partners at the same time on a number of occasions, juggling three was a different beast entirely. The way his lower half was effortlessly held aloft by Rex made moving almost impossible - still, he was far from powerless. His lecherous life had left him more than capable of fighting through his blissful haze to service the trio accosting him.

Rex was like a machine, ruthlessly pounding into him without a care in the world, and the drones were no slouches either. Try as he might, he found it more and more difficult to keep up with the trio. His battered pucker quivered, leaking cum from his depths, and his muzzle grew slick with saliva and sweat, as he lost control of himself. With his strength fleeing him, he limply swayed forward and back, rag-dolling from the carnal might of his amorous assailants.

Sadly, even with all his sexual experience, his resolve was tried and found wanting. As he moaned into one shapeshifter’s backside, while his stallionhood pulsed and flared within the other, he teetered on the brink. It took everything he had to hold himself back, willing himself not to come, yet his efforts crumbled when the giant gave a particularly hard thrust.

His hole flexed inward, struggling to hold back the thick base of Rex’s shaft, yet there was no stopping the indomitable plunge. He howled into the changeling’s backside, ravaged by a cocktail of pain-streaked ecstasy, as he was knotted. The pleasure was beyond description, bordering on the divine, and it instantly pushed him past the brink.

Trembling from hoof to head, the cum quite literally fucked out of him, he was consumed by his the nirvanic bliss of the most powerful climax he’d ever had. Though he couldn’t see a thing, blinded by the shapeshifter’s tush on his face, he felt the world closing in around him. His limbs went slack, his stallionhood pulsed with every shot of his load, and he nearly passed out, but that’s when it happened - a magma-like heat surging through his depths.

He knew in an instant that Rex had peaked, hearing the beast growling and grunting, yet he hadn’t been prepared for the exaltation it heralded. Amazing couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being claimed and marked by the predatory creature, resulting in his climax doubling - no, tripling in strength. While he may have been a dominant stallion, he was only one thing to the diamond dog - prey.

His reality became a blur, weaving in and out of consciousness, as his mind struggled to comprehend everything that had happened. He had firsthoof experience of mares having multiple orgasms, but he couldn’t have fathomed that a stallion could experience something so profound! Only able to heave air into his chest, he lay motionless as the changelings unseated themselves and moved away.

“Gonna need this back,” Rex huffed, pushing the pony away as he rolled his hips back.

Filthy weakly groaned as the massive knot tugged at and ultimately sprang from his rear. A deluge of seed seeped from his depths, yet the overwhelming majority of cum lay trapped within him. He wearily peered down at himself, noting how he could likely pass for an expectant mare, and the corners of his lips turned up. Though he hadn’t anticipated the evening taking such a wild turn, he couldn’t have been more pleased with how things shaped up.

Uncaring of the femcolt’s euphoria, Rex bent forward at the waist and clipped a lead to his toy’s collar. “Come on.”

Virtually dragged off the mattress, Filthy was only barely able to keep himself from crumpling to the floor. “W…where - Cough - where are we going?”

“Back to the pack,” Rex dully replied, pulling the pony along and up to his side. “You suck me clean after we get there - show pack who you belong to.”

Feeling his gaped backdoor wink in anticipation, his mouth already watering, Filthy shakily nodded. A part of him screamed to stop, begging him to put an end to the wanton game, but it was no use. He’d been shown the light, conquered by a creature that was clearly superior to himself, and he was happy to obey.

“Y…yes, Sir…”

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