Keeping Things Interesting
by Dracos Blackwing

Sometimes things aren't what they seem at first glance...

((This is my first foray into writing this; I hope you can all find it interesting!))

The room was dark and warm, the lighting dim, with only the center cast in a shaft of
light from somewhere near the ceiling; the rest of the room lay in deep shadow, too dark
to make out details. The air of the room was filled with the smell of well-polished wood
and sex, along with the warm scent of hay; the floor was covered in a light coating of hay
as well, small motes of dust drifting in the light. In the center of that light, hanging
by her wrists from a thick chain dangling from the unseen roof above, a milk chocolate
brown mare hung by her wrists, which were tightly bound in shackles. Her form was
beautiful and shapely, from the smooth swells of her mid-sized breasts to the wide, well
muscled curve of her hips and thighs... She had obviously won a few races in her day, and
from the look of her exquisite face as she turned her head a bit, quite a few beauty
contests as well. Long, dark lashes framed deep, mist gray eyes, shining now with the hint
of tears; soft, full lips graced a sleek, white tipped muzzle, and the fall of dark brown
hair down her neck, covering her shoulders even now in a graceful spread glistened with
natural golden highlights.

She wore the remains of a maids dress; long black lace stockings that accentuated the
shape and fullness of her calves and thighs, topped with white lace and matched by a
frilly garter belt. A pair of sheer, silken panties, more a thong than anything else,
followed the well rounded swell of her hips and rump, and outlined the smooth swell of her
crotch, caressing lightly over the soft expanse of her mound, the silken lips peeking
forth showing plainly. Elbow length gloves of black with white lace covered her arms, and
a maids headpiece sat in her hair, slightly askew after her rough treatment getting her
there. Over all of this, she wore a hastily strapped on black leather harness and
shackles. The shackles fit around each of her ankles and wrists, forearms and thighs;
tight but comfortably so. She wore the harness around her torso and hips, all of the parts
adorned with loops, hooks, and buckles of bright steel. She looked around with an air of
contained panic, her eyes wide and pleading, but made no sound, and no attempt to escape,
though she pulled at the chains from time to time as if testing her chances... They gave
not at all.

Slight movement in the shadows caught her attention, and she turned her head to face it,
and then quailed as a booming voice yelled, "I don't remember giving you permission to
turn your head!" She shivered, and then lowered her head meekly; face blushing a deeper
shade as she faced the floor. Still, she rolled her eyes to one side to look into the
shadows again, just making out the movement of several large, muscled forms in the shadows
and shivering a bit more, the darkness giving them the appearance of monsters out of
nightmares. She scanned for one shadow she knew must be there, especially after that
outburst, then squeaked in startlement as it sounded again directly behind her, jumping
slightly and jerking her arms painfully.

"What did you think would happen after such a failure? Did you think that I wouldn't
punish you for messing up so royally?!" The voice moved slightly to one side, never far
enough for her to see who it was coming from without lifting her head; she kept her head
solidly down, shivering repeatedly. "Of all my pets, you have to be the most worthless of
the lot! To do such a thing, and after I claimed you as my best, and trained you so
hard... I don't know what to think, but I DO know what to do about it..." The voice had
taken on a tone of menace that sent shivers up her spine, and made her shift her hooves
about nervously. A hand gripped her hair, tugging her head back slowly, but still not
enough to see who it was that was pulling it. "What do you think I should do to you for
failing as you did?" Silence followed as she considered if it were a trap of some sort;
the Master had been known to do that, just so he could punish her for being weak.

"P... Punish me for... for messing up as I did... Master?" She was unable to keep the tone
of fear and desire out of her voice, and the shudder that passed through her made her
blush with embarrassment. She was actually looking *forward* to her punishment, and it
sent tingles through her skin as she remembered the times before when the Master had
punished her... She was rudely yanked out of her imaginings by a sudden hard jerk on her
hair, making her wince in pain and shift to as submissive a stance as she could reach
while chained as she was. "Oh... you'd like that, wouldn't you? You've been secretly
ENJOYING my punishments, letting me think that you were ‘learning your lesson'! Haven't
you!?" She knew better than to deny it; he seemed to know exactly when she did, and then
she didn't enjoy the results nearly as much until toward the end; sometimes not at all.
She nodded as best she could with his pulling her hair, and winced as he barely let her do
that much; tears formed in her eyes, and she whimpered lightly.

"Well, this time I'm not going to punish you." To her surprise, the Master released her
hair, and then walked away. She was so surprised that she turned to look after him, seeing
only a huge shadowy form walking away from her. She watched as he raised a hand, and
snapped his fingers three times... three of the massive shadows came over and knelt at his
feet. "These three are going to do it." His head turned and she saw him in profile, a cold
feeling of dread in the pit of her belly as she wondered what he was going to order done
to her. He knew her limits and always pushed them with skill and control... these three
had no idea what to do to her. They could hurt her badly! "Master... Please no... I'll do
better, I promise, just not this!" She tried to turn, but a hand came from the shadows to
push her back, facing her away from him.

"Give her a bit extra, just for that outburst. I've told her about talking back as well;
another lesson not learned it seems." He turned to her, and she could almost feel him
grinning. "You'll learn sooner or later my pet; you might want to make it sooner." With a
lazy gesture of his hand, he directed the three to begin her punishment. The first to walk
out into the light was Leo... she had no idea what his real name was; the Master would
give them names at random it seemed sometimes, just for his amusement. He was carrying a
long, wide strap in one hand, covered in rounded silver studs. Her eyes went wide, and she
opened her mouth to protest then closed it again, feeling the tears running a bit more
now. He only used that when he was extremely displeased with her. Leo looked at her rather
sympathetically, then whispered, "I'm sorry, love. If I go easy on you, I'll get it
next..." The well-muscled lion shook himself to steady his nerves, sending his finely
combed mane rippling about his broad shoulders and setting the various metal hooks and
loops on the brown leather harness gracing his honey furred form to jingling. He moved
behind her, then drew back, swinging hard.

Despite teeth clenched in readiness, she yelped loudly as he struck her tender rear,
proving that he didn't know her limits. When she looked back at him, begging mercy, he
just frowned and struck her again, drawing a cry of pain. The Master waved to the lion
lazily. "Try not to bruise any part of her TOO much; I still have plans for after this,
remember?" Leo nodded, his expression hard as he swung again, striking across her
shoulders and drawing a loud moan of pain from her. The mare shuddered as the next blow
landed across her thighs, nearly buckling her knees; she struggled upright, knowing that
if she fell the lion would be required to start again. Leo swung again and again, making
her cry out in agony... and yet at the same time she felt a rush of erotic pleasure at the
rough treatment. She struggled to stay standing, even as the crotch of her panties grew
moist with her growing heat.

Soon, her scent filled the air, and the sounds of Leo's swings were being punctuated by
the sound of his breathing, which had picked up a bit. Another sound came from the
shadows, and she realized that her pleasure had touched a nerve in the Master. She wasn't
supposed to be *enjoying* this! "Enough! Since it appears you're all warmed up, we can
move on to the retraining. Darius! Get out there. Leo, stand aside for the moment." The
mare's eyes went wide at the name of the next ‘punisher'. They went wider as she felt her
chains being adjusted, the Master's voice in her ear as he added a few things, and
repositioned others. "We'll see if you can learn to do things right with a bit more...
practice." He lowered her arms, then twisted them up behind her back, crossing her
forearms and attaching the shackles there to the hooks on the back of her harness, then
attached the chain there as well. Another chain was attached to the harness just above her
tail and pulled tight, lifting her off her hooves and leaving her hanging from the chains,
horizontal to the floor. She kicked a bit, her legs hanging down loosely.

As she hung there, Darius walked forward, and she shook her head as he approached her from
the front, remembering what she had done and shaking her head. "M... Master... I don't
think I can do this!" The Master smacked her already stinging rump, making her jump in
surprised pain. "Oh, you'll do it, alright, and if you should fail, I'll make your
punishment for *that* twice as painful as this ones been... so far!" Darius was a
rhinoceros, and a huge one by any standards... masses of thick, rippling leg muscles
carried the broad barrel chested male forward to stand in front of her. His thickly
muscled arms folded over his curved belly, the wide abs there twitching slightly... as if
she needed any more reason to worry, or was even looking at those parts of him.

What her eyes had focused on was the massive package that dangled between his tree truck
thighs. His shaft hung freely from its sheath, slightly swollen, and already it looked too
big for any part of her body. The sight of the melon sized balls behind it didn't help in
the least, swinging heavily in their sack; she could swear they sloshed audibly with the
gallons of cum she had seen him hose out of that monster when he came... She had watched
him coat another of the pets from head to toe, front and back, after what passed for him
as a blowjob... which was basically someone sucking the tip of his shaft! "You're going to
take all of Darius here... right to the hilt. You're going to suck him dry, and you're
going to do it without spilling a drop of his spunk... Or you're going to regret it for a
*long* time." This had been her failure. The Master had told her not to waste a drop of
his cum either; she had wasted far more than that, and he had been furious. They had
trained at it in private sessions for weeks, and he was showing her skill to the other
pets when she had lost it; he hadn't forgiven her yet.

"Master..." Before she could say more than that, wide, powerful hands that she knew were
his had her by her head, prying open her mouth. "Darius... get in there." Darius blinked
in slow surprise, then said, "Are you sure we should..." "IN!!" The Master's shout
surprised the rhino enough that he walked forward without further thought, hefting his
shaft and pressing the huge tip into her mouth. The mare almost immediately gagged, but
wasn't able to close her mouth. Forcing herself to relax and telling herself she could
handle it, she slowly relaxed her throat, letting the massive length slide down and
swallowing until she was pressed nose first into the heavy, swollen ballsack of the rhino,
sucking gently to ease her fear of him at full size. Darius snorted, unable to ignore the
heat and wet tightness of her throat around his shaft, as he grew harder. His own huge
hands took a firm hold on her head, and she knew any chance of her escaping were gone;
once Darius got started he had to finish or he would become wild with the need to screw
something, needing several pets to calm him down enough to even deal with him.

The Master released her, then walked back into the shadows, settling himself at a good
angle to watch the action... Her throat worked as Darius filled it tighter and tighter,
and she gurgled as she drew slow, even breaths around the immense intruder. Deeper and
wider he grew, until she could feel the tip of his shaft pressing into the bottom of her
stomach. Her throat had opened as wide as it could go, and she hoped he would stop growing
soon; she was well trained but this pushed even her limits to near the brink. Still he
grew wider, slowly cutting off her breath as she drew one last deep lungful of air.
Gripping her head, Darius began to stroke back and forth inside her muzzle and throat, the
head of his cock feeling as if it was trying to push even deeper into her belly. The
sounds from around the room were a mixture of amazement combined with the slick sound of
some of the more interested pets sneakily stroking themselves as they watched the
spectacle.

The mare twitched, swinging slightly back and forth as Darius got into a rhythm, pumping
his hips with long deep thrusts, pressing her nose tightly to his crotch... not that she
could breath anymore anyhow. She concentrated on her earlier training, sure she could hold
out until the rhino was done and secretly reveling in the feel of the huge length pulsing
seemingly through the entire length of her body. After a time, the Master spoke again; he
sounded pleased with her. "Not bad so far, my pet, but now it's time for the next part of
your punishment." She rolled her eyes over to look at his shadowy form, and tried to shake
her head, but Darius was holding her too tight. She squirmed a bit, trying to snap him out
of it, but he barely seemed to know she was there, other than the grip he had on her and
the feel of her insides as they slid over his length.

"Lancer! Get in there and give my failure of a pet some inner massage of a different
sort... See if you can stroke her cunt as well as Darius is stroking her throat." Lancer
walked out into the light, and the mare tried to pull free of Darius, getting a soft moan
of pleasure and a grunt from the rhino. "I'd concentrate on your training my dear... that
is, unless you want to either smother before Darius is done, or choke to death..." She
tried for a moment to calm down, but she couldn't concentrate on anything but the unicorn
who had walked out into the light... or the huge length of equine cock he was holding in
both hands. Lancer was one of the rare favorites of the Master, a sleekly beautiful male
with a simple attribute that had earned him his name; and it wasn't his horn. The four
foot long cock standing out from his crotch was covered in thick, pulsing veins and slick
black and pink mottled skin. It was as rigid as a piece of metal, and was capped with a
mushroom tip that was a full two inches wider than the 4 inch wide shaft. She had felt him
inside of her once before, and she knew trying to concentrate on anything else while he
was in her was going to be a *real* challenge.

Lancer looked at the Master, who impatiently waved him on, and then moved to lie under
her, his shaft easily reaching up between her thighs from his position on the floor. "He
lightly stroked her cheek, and pressed himself to her. "Just... try to focus on him, ok?
It'll be over soon." She wanted to nod, but Darius had picked up his pace, and she could
barely move her head in his powerful grip. Slowly, the unicorn raised his hips from the
floor, spreading apart her lower lips and squeezing the fat head of his shaft into her;
she whinnied wetly around the rhino and tried to pull free, but there was nowhere to go,
and no purchase. Slowly, the stallion eased his thick length into her sex, stretching her
out widely around the veiny length of his shaft, working about a foot in before giving her
a thrust that nearly made her gasp out the last of her air.

She writhed in pleasure, and closed her eyes, her lower lips spread deliciously wide by
the massive stallion; as he thrust again, letting loose with a snort himself, she forced
herself to ignore the feel of the stallion as he threaded his way right up into her to
press hard against her cervix. He drew back then thrust again, and she squeaked loudly as
he nearly passed deeper into her, then drew back again. She knew from experience that the
stallion was able to push nearly a foot of his hot cock into her womb, and was praying at
this point that the Master wouldn't... "All the way in! I want her to learn to
concentrate!" Lancer frowned at her chest, then gripped her hips, holding with his strong
arms and letting the chain take the weight of them both. He began to pump his hips
rapidly, snorting as his shaft hit with increasing force against the back of her tunnel.

The mare was panting, though not a breath of air was passing her lips, and everything had
taken on a more focused, yet distant sensation as she slowly drew closer to being
completely out of oxygen. She looked up at Darius, his face a mask of pleasure as he
pumped in and out quickly, then down at Lancer, feeling him nuzzling her breasts as he
thrust as well and listening to him saying... something. She couldn't seem to hear him
clearly, only the wet sounds of Darius and the stallion working her holes so deeply... The
sudden intrusion of the Master's voice shook her out of her daze. "Now for the last piece
of this lesson! If you can take this, then you'll be able to do what you're supposed to
without effort next time. I hope that you learn this lesson well."

The mare swallowed weakly around the rhino's length, wondering what he meant... then she
came fully awake as she felt a large finger pressing into her tailhole, a huge paw lifting
her tail and the head of a massive cock pressing to her rump. It was so large that it
barely touched her pucker, pressing mainly to her rumpcheeks. Her eyes went wide as she
realized what he was doing, and she flicked her tail in a real panic... there was no way
she could handle this! She tried to catch the attention of the two males eagerly pumping
into her to stop him, but neither of them could help. Lancer was caught up in his own
efforts, at the wrong angle to see anything, and Darius was too far gone to stop, pre
pouring already into her belly in steadily increasing amounts.

An image rose in her mind of the Master in all his glory; a huge, powerfully muscled
chimera, thick veins rippling beneath his smooth, leathery hide. Soft golden fur covered
his body, his underbelly and wide chest covered in a layer of smooth golden dragon scales.
His thighs were especially thick and powerful, mostly to support the deeply red length of
his gargantuan cock, veins the size of some of his pets' whole shafts pumping gallons of
blood into the massive thickness; head sized balls hanging behind and throbbing visibly.
His powerfully muscled shoulders sported three heads of noble visage and a kind of savage
beauty. The central head was that of a lion, with an even more luxurious mane and more
kingly features than Leo's. A softly golden-grey furred mountain rams head, dark brown,
polished horns curling smoothly around the strong featured muzzle rested on his left
shoulder. Last, a large, golden-scaled dragons head on a short neck that kept it on a
level with the others, whose eyes glowed with hidden knowledge and power. The thick cobra
tail and massive wings rounded out the image of power and strength. She could see him now
in her minds eye, all three faces showing their powerful lust in their eyes as they bent
to the task of using her, and she quailed inside, even as she felt a desire to do as she
was bid somehow, no matter the risk.

Shuddering and rolling her eyes in a near panic, the mare squealed despite the shaft in
her mouth as the massive length of the chimera's shaft pressed hard to her rump. Spurting
pre as it ground against the underside of her tail, it spread her hole wider than she had
ever felt before, sliding up into her body and making her hipbones creak in sympathy.
Blocked or no, the scream she let out as the Master shoved himself deeper into her ass
sounded loudly in the room and she writhed as he thrust in and out of her, forcing more
and more of his oversized length into her. The room swam, and she jolted and shuddered as
the Master's watermelon sized balls were shoved closer and closer to her hips, yards of
cock slipping up into her untrained tail, forcing the air from her lungs. She felt Darius
in front of her shaking as his orgasm surged up in him; underneath her, Lancer was giving
her all he had, his shaft slipping back and forth past her cervix and working against the
inside of her womb.

Unable to hold back any longer, and with no thought but to the pain and pleasure of the
experience, she came furiously, legs kicking and tight passages pulsing and throbbing
around the enormous cocks rippling through her body... Never in her entire life would she
have imagined that such a thing would be possible, or that she could endure it, and she
came again, then again a moment later, nearly blacking out from the intense sensations.
"Don't waste any of it!" The voice came as if from a long way off, and she vaguely
remembered something about... the test! Just as she regained enough of her control to
concentrate on it, Darius flooded her belly with his seed, grunting low and long with each
amazingly hard pulse of cum into her.

The mare kicked helplessly as Lancer, now blowing in a way that said he too was getting
close, and the Master, three heads grinning evilly over her as her pumped and thrust into
her continued working. Darius' cum blasted the inside of her belly, and she tried her best
to contain it all, swallowing hard and aching from the need to breath, but determined to
not fail in this... Her belly began to swell out slowly from the titanic gushes of cum
into it; then Lancer screamed out as well, adding to the hot flow of cum into her by
flooding her womb, his hips bumping up against her swelling belly. The sight and smell of
the others cumming so hard drove the Master into a frenzy, and he thrust fast and hard,
hips rocking all four of them back and forth before he suddenly came as well.

If Darius and Lancer's orgasms had been impressive, the Master's was insane... It was as
if he had unending amounts of cum stored in the huge globes swinging between his legs, and
the muscles that drove it out of his body were dynamos of pure energy. The first shot made
her feel full and swelled her out hugely, leaking around his gigantic width; then second
overflowed her hole, and poured down her ass and thighs, drenching them both and showering
Lancer's hips. From there on, a literal torrent of cum poured from inside her as he
flooded gallons at a time of thick, creamy seed into her ass, swelling her out more and
more until the stallion beneath her was pinned to the floor; and still he came. The mare
was hard put to hold down Darius' powerful flooding bursts of cum, but she just managed to
do it, taking the last of his spunk into her belly, and drawing a massive breath as he
drew free with a moaning sigh of relief and pleasure.

Lancer lay under her, smiling as he was pinned by the silky soft swell of her belly, and
she could barely do more than smile back at him dazedly as the Master vented his lust on
her rear, pounding away and making her roll back and forth on the sated stallion... Darius
nosed up to kiss her cheek and she nuzzled him, having done what her master had ordered
and feeling a sense of happiness and accomplishment; how could he fail to be anything but
pleased? After nearly five more minutes, in which Lancer got drenched in the Master's
seed, pinned under the widely swollen mare, she felt him give one last, powerful gush into
her hole, then pull slowly out, coming around in front of her.

The look on his face made her blink, then shake her head in disbelief. "But... But Master,
I..." "LOOK AT ALL THIS WASTE!" His triple throated roar silenced her completely, and she
just stared at him in disbelief. "Didn't I tell you to not waste a drop!? ...and look!" He
gestured to himself, coated from the waist down in his own seed. "You let all of this go
to waste, when I tell you to..." At that moment, she shook her head, then burst into
tears, weeping brokenly. "Tears aren't going to help! Do you think that...?" He trailed
off, blinking at her in surprise as she showed no sign of letting up; in fact she got
louder and more teary, shaking weakly as she sobbed.

Lancer eased out from under her, and looked at the Master with an expression of disgust,
then walked out; in the shadows around the edges of the room, the sounds of irritation and
frustrated passion came, followed by the sounds of people leaving. The Master looked
around, shaking his heads. "Hey... Get back in here! You know better than to leave when I
didn't..." He looked to the crying mare, and then over at Darius. "Stay here for a moment?
I need your help with..." Darius glared at the Master for a long time, then stood and
calmly walked out. "You're the master here; you take care of it." With a final snort, he
was gone as well. Blinking, the Master bent and carefully unchained the mare, looking at
her and then carefully hugging her, growling and grumbling to himself.

Slowly she quieted and he just held her; after a few moments, she kissed his chest lightly
and sighed. "I'm sorry... I just... I tried so hard... How am I supposed to handle all of
that by myself?" The chimera grinned with all three heads, and looked at the puddle of cum
on the floor underneath where she had been hanging. Sheepishly, he offered, "I went a
little too far...?" She looked up at him incredulously, then took one of his hands,
placing it on her belly. "A LITTLE!?" She raised an eyebrow at him, smiling a bit as well.
She then leaned into him, nuzzling his tight abs. "...But that's what I like about you;
you *always* go too far, and I end up enjoying it." The Master looked at his mate, and
shook his head. "So... what can we do about it?"

The mare sighed, and settled a bit more into her mate's arms. "Well, I *was* the one who
suggested we try this, since you enjoy doing this sort of thing, and I..." She blushed,
though by this point in things there was really no reason. "You enjoy me doing it to you;
I know. That's one of the reasons you and I are together." the Master smiled. "And when
you told me you had some friends that might enjoy a show of sorts, it just made me hotter
to try it." She was grinning now, and snuggled more comfortably into his arms. "I guess I
just need some more practice before I'm totally used to that level of harshness." The
Master shook his head. "No, you're fine at it! I don't think I've ever met anyone like you
before... really." They paused, both thinking of how they could teach the teacher, so to
speak.

The mare grinned then, and gently hugged him again. "You know... I have some friends who
think you're hot too... and they would kill for the chance to see me pushing you around
and smacking your ass." She giggled at the thought, the sound mixing with his deeper
chuckle. "Oh, you think you can teach me a thing or two, do you?" Rising, the manticore
bowed to his Mistress. "Then I am all yours, oh Mistress." Rising slowly, her belly
sloshing still but gone down somewhat from the time they had sat together, she walked
around behind him, smiling as she considered what she would do with him first. Seeing that
she was alright again, he bent to pick up one of her shackles that had broken in all the
excitement. A second later, he jumped up straight as the studded leather strap smacked
across his so readily offered bottom. "Hey!!" She grinned at him, and he rubbed his
posterior, wondering what he had just gotten himself into, even as he grinned in return.

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think I'm doing anything wrong. ^_^))