        Ribbon stared glassy-eyed at the monitor in front of her, determined not to glance at the time. She was thankful to have landed the job, sure, but some afternoons were more of a fight to maintain consciousness rather than actual work. She shifted in her ergonomic-mesh desk chair and glanced at the clock. 
        3:04. 
        Damn.
        The phone rang and she huffed out a breath slowly so as not to snatch it up too quickly.
        “Celyn’s office, may I help you?”
        “Yes, I’m calling from S&S Inc. I wanted to let Miss Celyn know her package arrived today, and she can pick it up whenever she likes.”
        “I’ll let her know, thank you.”
        After putting the receiver back down, Ribbon whinnied softly with relief. It was a lovely day out, perfect for a walk through downtown, or a cab ride if it came to that. A package had arrived and Celyn loved to have her zebra assistant fetch things even more than she loved having her answer the phones. The new executive took advantage of any opportunity to have her teenage intern do menial work for her.
        Ribbon stood, adjusting the pinstriped pencil skirt that covered her long thighs. She was having a hard time adjusting to the dress code here. At 18, her lean and somewhat lanky runner’s frame was a bit difficult to dress for both comfort and style. She was shorter than average, with a lean torso and long, powerful legs toned from her years on the varsity track team. Skirts that fit her hips invariably hugged her thighs tighter than she felt appropriate, and she always felt that her four small breasts simply made her blouse look lumpy. At least the soft beiges and greys made her midnight blue fur and metallic gold stripes really pop. 
        She moved to Celyn’s office door. Her boss liked to receive notices in person, rather than over the intercom. Celyn was a very face-to-face kind of woman.
        She knocked and was called in.
        “Miss Celyn,” she said to the back of the chair. “A woman from S&S Inc just called to let you know your package has arrived. Would you like for me to go pick it up for you?”
        Celyn swiveled around in her chair, which, unlike RIbbon’s, was leather with a full back. The equine that occupied it was the company’s newest junior executive, not to mention the youngest woman ever to make upper management. She was full-bodied in a way that made the lanky teenage zebra jealous, and it was a struggle for her every day not to gaze enviously at the breasts that perpetually strained the executive’s choice of tops.
        Celyn’s eyes were glittering with excitement, which made Ribbon both curious and a little nervous.
        “Oh, it’s here! Wonderful!” She grabbed a memo pad and a pen and scribbled something down. “I ordered it the day I interviewed you, you know. I’ve been on edge for weeks with anticipation.” The equine woman shot Ribbon a glance through her eyelashes that Ribbon didn’t know how to interpret. She waited awkwardly at the head of the desk until Celyn handed her the memo sheet, which contained a scribbled address. 
        “It’s several blocks north. Ordinarily I’d say take a cab, but why don’t you take advantage of the early spring and make it a nice walk? I have a feeling I’ll be working late anyhow.”
        Celyn’s smile and direct eye contact made Ribbon’s knees wobble a bit. Without really knowing why, she blushed.
        “Yes, ma’am,” she said softly, then hurried to go.

        The walk took her a good half hour at a leisurely pace. She finally turned onto the 600 block of 31st Avenue. On the outskirts of downtown now, the buildings were only a couple of stories tall each, with an occasional staircase leading down into a trendy nightspot or comic book store. 
        670, Sweet Marie’s Bakery and Treats.
        672, McShannon’s Irish Emporium
        674, Naani Thai
        676...
        She almost walked right past it. She stopped and stared, then double checked Celyn’s scribbled address to be sure she hadn’t gotten it wrong. At 676 31st Avenue there was a shiny black awning over a set of stairs leading down to an underground shop. Metallic red letters spelled, in cursive, “Studs & Stockings, Inc.” Looking down the stairs she saw a glass door covered in wrought iron bars. An ‘Open’ sign flashed an inviting neon wink, and underneath it read a sign in block lettering ‘Must Be 18 or Older to Enter.’ Ribbon blushed, her gold-striped cheeks turning a burnished bronze. 
        Chin tucked, she hurried down the steps and through the door, a chiming bell signaling her entrance. Thankfully, the counter was right by the door and as she waited for assistance, she tried to find a safe place to rest her eyes. She felt her control over her blush slipping as her eyes moved past a variety of dildos, vibrators, and an impressive selection of riding crops. She decided to stare out the door rather than risk making eye contact with any of the other customers, and she felt terribly out of her place in her skirt suit and trainers.
        “May I help you, sweetie?” A female cat padded her way behind the counter, her cropped shirt and daisy dukes showing off her figure. Ribbon stood for a moment, entranced by the two or three dozen piercings, several of which she’d never seen the like of before.
        “I... uh... I just n-need to pick something up. For a friend.”
        The feline giggled sweetly and leaned forward on the glass counter, drawing Ribbon’s eyes to her breasts, which were about the size of Celyn’s, but looked larger given the cat’s narrow figure. “Oh, of course,” her sweet voice lilted to sound like she was knowingly playing along with an obvious lie. “What can I get for this... friend of yours?”
        Ribbon shook her head quickly, a long strand of midnight hair falling out of her ponytail and across her face. “Oh, no, really! I’m here to, um, pick up a package for Miss Celyn. Someone called to let her know it had arrived.”
        The cat woman stood up, looking delighted. “Oh, you’re here for that! Lucky girl! I’ve got it right here...”
        Ribbon got an eyeful of denim-clad cheeks as the woman turned and bent under the counter behind her. She came up with a taped brown box and set it on the counter with a thunk. Its size and apparent weight amazed Ribbon. It was over a foot long and about four inches square on the end.
        “Sweetie?” came the honey voice of the cat woman, suddenly making Ribbon realize she’d been staring. “Just sign here for me.”
        Ribbon scrawled her signature on the woman’s ledger, grabbed the box, and hurried out the door. Behind her, the woman called out, “Have fun!”

        It was well past 4pm when she made it to the building. The few coworkers she knew waved or called out farewell to her as she passed by them on her way to the elevator. Most people were out for the day by now and the rest were already heading to the door from the elevator. She would need to head for the bus station herself at half past. She rode the elevator alone up to the ninth floor to find it all but deserted.
        “Have a good day,” she said to Aleta, who had been waiting for the elevator. The corgi smiled wanly and murmured something in return, the two brushing past each other. Ribbon turned left, into the small wing of cubicles that was Celyn’s domain. She was the only upper management on the ninth floor, which granted her a corner office past the cubicle zoo.  It felt to Ribbon like it dominated this half of the floor, though she had heard it was pathetically small compared to the offices upstairs. The blinds of the windows that faced the cubicles and Ribbon’s desk were drawn, but that wasn’t unusual. 
        She bit her lower lip, relieved that the wing was empty so that none of her new coworkers could see her blush. She had managed to ignore the box under her arm and prevent herself from speculating about its contents for most of the walk back. She knocked on Celyn’s door. There was a pause, then the call for her to enter.
        She did so quickly, chin tucked.
        “Sorry it took me so long. It was farther than I thought,” she said to the back of Celyn’s chair. She crossed to the desk quickly, dropping the box on the table with an embarrassing thunk. “But anyway, I have to run if I want to catch the 4:41 bus.” There was a soft beep as Ribbon turned around. Celyn was not hidden by the leather back of her desk chair as Ribbon had guessed, but had been waiting by the door as Ribbon had entered. The beep was from the swipe of her ID card locking the door. 
        “Oh good,” the equine woman said softly. “I was just dying with anticipation. You have good timing though. The building’s all but empty.” The executive’s gorgeous brunette hair had been let down, and she had shed the blazer of her power suit. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned scandalously low, revealing generous cleavage and the fact that she had removed her bra at some point as well. Her skirt, black and also silk, was incredibly short, showing off the tops of her stockings and the garters holding them up, more suited for a lingerie shoot than an office.
        Ribbon backed up, her butt bumping against the solid oak desk. “M-ma’am?” she said tentatively, trying to keep her eyes from staring at the pink nipples that were straining against the white silk blouse. 
        “I think it’s already too late to catch that bus, honey,” said Celyn casually. “Don’t worry, though. I can give you a ride home. Company car.” She circled around Ribbon, always facing her, until she came back to her chair, which she swiveled and sat down in, crossing her legs so that her skirt rode up nearly to her buttocks. “Will you open it for me?”
        Ribbon swallowed nervously and almost started to protest. Celyn’s intentions were quickly becoming evident. Fetching the package had been a trap from the beginning. And as she thought back, several casual comments she had dismissed in the weeks since she had started working here suddenly came back with a whole different meaning. Her cheeks were positively glowing as she thought back to the cute cat woman working at S&S. ‘Lucky girl! Have fun!’ she had said.
        Ribbon picked up the letter opener from Celyn’s desk and punctured the tape, slowly drawing it down the length of the box. Despite her boss’s lascivious intent, the exact contents of the box still mystified her. As she drew the flaps open, she let out a gasp and her eyes widened.
        Celyn had stood up and was leaning over her desk to look, breasts nearly hanging out and so close to Ribbon that her breath brushed the zebragirl’s collar bone. She dipped her hands inside and drew the thing out. A massive equine dildo, at least a foot long and a couple inches in girth. It’s base was riveted to a series of adjustable leather straps whose purposes were easy to guess. Ribbon swallowed, staring at the thing for a long while, before looking up at Celyn to make some kind of plea to just be taken home. Her mouth was open then, words half formed, when the older woman kissed her. Hard.
        Ribbon pulled back instinctively, but there was a loud thud of plastic on wood as Celyn dropped the strap-on to grab the back of her teenage assistant’s neck. Ribbon lifted her hands, pushing on Celyn’s shoulders as the woman’s tongue invaded her muzzle. Born mostly of surprise, her resistance melted away quickly. The older woman was a skilled kisser, completely unlike any of the fumbling, naive girlfriends Ribbon had experimented with in the past, not that there were many. The warm equine muscle filled her mouth, stroked teasingly over her tongue and entwined with it. Ribbon couldn’t keep up with the things it was doing to her and eventually she just submitted to being kissed. The woman was forceful but never rough, and that firm hand holding her in place never let up, even though Ribbon had stopped struggling.
        After what seemed like hours, Celyn broke the kiss, leaving Ribbon to hold herself up on the desk, weak-kneed and softly panting. Celyn’s eyes raked up and down her body salaciously. She leaned back, licked her lips slowly, and grinned, sitting down in her chair. She picked up the heavy equine dong from where she had dropped it to the desk.
        “I interviewed at least two dozen girls for this job, you know. But none of them got me excited the way you do.” She studied the strap-on lovingly, fingers stroking up and down its length slowly as if she were in the midst of foreplay with a male lover. “Not by half.”
        “M-ma’am?” The soft, stuttered word was all she could manage to say. She thought about turning and trying the door, even though she knew it was locked. The keypad on the lock could be used to summon security, if she so desired. Instead, she found herself sitting in the chair in front of Celyn’s desk before her knees gave out, still trying to catch her breath. Her mind toyed with--insisted on--methods of escape, but her body, overheated and needful, wasn’t cooperating.
        “Your equine heritage was part of it, sure. But your beautiful coloring, your tiny body... and how you kept staring at my breasts, I knew this could be a delicious and mutually beneficial position. And goodness,” she said sharply with a little shiver. “Those little extra breasts of yours just get me worked up. Show them to me.” Her tone was conversational and flirtatious, right up until that last. Her final sentence was said with a practiced tone of command, one that was used to being obeyed, and Ribbon found that her hands were at her collar before she realized what had been said.
        The young zebra shook her head, parting her lips to say no, but she didn’t say anything. Her second pair of breasts had been a source of embarrassment for her all through high school. Not to mention inconveniently expensive when it came to buying clothes. For someone to admit that they liked them--were turned on by them... As these thoughts rushed through her brain, her fingers had already finished unbuttoning her blouse. The simple white bra underneath was a somewhat complicated combination of straps and cups, and she had to slip out of her blouse and jacket entirely to remove it.
        Celyn let out a soft, slow sound of appreciation, making Ribbon blush to that burnished bronze color again.
        “Ooh, your stripes shift to silver at your tummy. You’re even more exotic of a creature than I imagined, Ribbon.” The young woman lifted her hand casually to her left breast, finger slowly teasing the nipple through her silk blouse, making it stand out more prominently through the thin fabric. Ribbon kept her head lowered, staring at her knees, part of her horrified and unable to believe that she was sitting in her boss’s office, half naked. The other part of her was electric with excitement at the fact. 
        “Stand up,” Celyn ordered her, and she did. “And arch your back for me.”
        As she stood, Ribbon could see Celyn’s other hand, which had been hidden by the stout desk. The woman had spread her legs, skirt riding all the way up to her hips, and Ribbon could see now that whatever panties she might have been wearing had disappeared with her bra. She was holding the thick equine toy by the middle and was casually stroking the flared tip against her glistening, pink pussy lips, coating the toy with her own arousal.
        Ribbon licked her lips and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She arched her back, pushing her four breasts forward. She wasn’t particularly endowed, even for her age. The top pair were A cups, and the lower pair smaller than that, but all four were pert and nicely round, nipples pointing slightly upward, and the arch of her lean back showed them off to good effect. There was a soft whicker of approval from her boss, but Ribbon couldn’t tear her eyes away from the head of the toy as it was pushed against those lips, spreading them but not quite pushing onward.
        “Gods,” muttered Celyn in a husky voice. “I’m so glad this finally got here. I don’t think you appreciate how hard it’s been for me, staring at that cute little butt wiggling constantly in your chair. Closing the blinds and turning my chair away from the door so you wouldn’t catch me jilling off. But it was worth the wait,” her voice was thick with arousal and drippingly sweet. “To have all the right... tools.”
        Celyn drew the toy away from her crotch and set it on the desk. The first two inches of it glistened wetly and a drop or two of the mare’s juices dripped from the flared tip onto the blotter calendar. She sat like that for a moment, letting Ribbon stare as long as she liked at her wet 
        pussy. 
        It was a few moments before certain thoughts sorted themselves out in the zebragirl’s brain. And a few moments more before those ordered thoughts reached the speech center. During this long, quite moment, Celyn was slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more of that deep cleavage and shiny, tawny fur.
        “Th-that... that thing is supposed to go in me?” She sounded incredulous, even worried. And at the same time, excited.
        Celyn stood up, the white silk falling away from her shoulders, the sudden full revelation of those heavy breasts making Ribbon gasp in appreciation. “Well, it’s certainly not for me,” she said in a teasing reply. Then she stopped, looked thoughtful for a moment, and glanced down at Ribbon’s hips, grinning. “Well, not right now, anyway.”
        The equine woman’s skirt fell away. Ribbon hadn’t even seen her fingers unzipping the garment. Her boss stood there in her black garters, sheer black stockings, and high heels. The sun from her window caught in her tawny fur and her nude figure glowed. Ribbon stared, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together. She heard the sound of a sweet, confused whimper, and took a moment to realize that it came from herself.
        Celyn giggled at the sound and licked her own lips as she bent forward to pick up the massive equine shaft. “Your skirt,” she said, the steel coming back to her voice. “And put your panties on my desk. Every special occasion deserves a memento.”
        Ribbon tucked her chin, bowing her head. The thought of running pushed itself to the front of her mind again, but it was quickly buried under more insistent thoughts. Primal needs, and also the deep, secret attraction she’d had toward her boss since that first interview. Biting her lip, she unzipped her skirt in the back and slid it down her thighs until it fell in a heap at the floor.
        She hesitated then, thumbs tucked into the bright pink panties on her hips, the only splash of color she had managed to work into her wardrobe that morning. There was no denying the sodden crotch of those panties or the hot smell of her young sex mingled with the faint smell of her sweat from her long walk and nervous fear. Her mind flashed back to how Celyn had kissed her. Confident, experienced, sweet, and forceful. The thought made her body temperature rise and added to the fluids staining her panties. She closed her eyes and pushed the bright cotton fabric off her hips, and over her toned tush, lifting her feet--still in her walking shoes--out of them.
        Head still bowed, cheeks glowing with her blush, she laid the panties on the desk. She heard Celyn’s soft whicker of approval from a direction she hadn’t expected. The woman had moved around the desk while Ribbon had balked at removing her panties. The zebragirl straightened as she felt something nudge the small of her back. It was the thick head of the equine cock, and it was followed quickly by the warmth of Celyn’s body as the mare moved up behind her.
        The woman pressed her body against her young employee, and slid her arms around her narrow body, fingers splaying over Ribbon’s toned belly before sliding upwards. She cupped both of Ribbon’s smaller breasts delicately, as if they might break, letting her palms gingerly brush the pink, erect nipples.
        Ribbon made a soft sound, first one of surprise followed quickly by one of pleasure. She arched her back, pressing those small mounds into Celyn’s fingers and her body into the embracing warmth. The thick dildo was caught between them, Celyn’s stomach pressing it into RIbbon’s back. The zebragirl shivered and then whimpered anxiously. It felt like the thing reached all the way between her shoulderblades.
        “M-Miss Celyn...” she whispered, her body squirming. “I really don’t think that will... um... fit.”
        The giggle near her ear was lyrical and a little derisive, making Ribbon blush with shame. “You’re a filly, little girl,” her boss hissed in her ear. “Fillies are especially skilled at accommodating their stallions.” She punctuated this with a sharp tweak of Ribbon’s left lower nipple, making the girl cry out softly in both pleasure and pain. “And I expect you to be very accommodating.” Celyn’s hips pushed forward as she said this, pressing the heavy shaft along Ribbon’s spine.
        Celyn’s hand moved, reluctantly it seemed, away from Ribbon’s right breast. It never stopped touching her, though, fingers trailing through her fur, along the curve of her upper breast and along the line of her shoulder and neck, the teasing touch making the girl’s whole body tremble. Her butt squirmed and swayed, brushing over the tops of Celyn’s thighs. Celyn’s hand found its destination, palm coming to rest on her back between her shoulderblades, where she firmly pushed forward, forcing Ribbon to bend herself over the solid desk.
        Her hands slapped the wood as she caught herself, muzzle pushed down into her own wet panties. Celyn’s other hand gave her breast a rough squeeze before moving away as well. “Now,” said Celyn in her sweet, honeyed voice. “You stay just like that.”
        Ribbon felt the hand a moment later as the fingers wrapped around the base of her tail. Celyn gripped her firmly and pulled her tail upward and Ribbon yelped in pain. The warmth of the mare’s body moved away, along with the forceful hand on her back, leaving Ribbon bent over, tail up, looking as vulnerable and exposed as she felt. Thinking she knew what was about to come, she tensed even though she knew it would hurt less if she relaxed. But the press of the head of Celyn’s toy didn’t come. Instead, there were more fingers. Those fingers gripped firnly, pressing into the flesh of Ribbon’s tight backside. Her thumb slipped into the crevice between her cheeks, the very tip brushing her tailhole before squeezing, spreading Ribbon’s ass obscenely.
        The zebragirl whimpered, lifting up on her tiptoes a little as the cool air of the room found her exposed lips and clenched anus.
        “So pink,” came the murmur behind her. Ribbon tensed again as the voice reached her swiveling ears, and she realized Celyn had kneeled behind her. The warm breath of her voice teased the folds of her wet pussy. “And tight,” she added. “I forgot how delicious and innocent teenage pussy looks. You’re the youngest I’ve been with in so long.”
        With that, Celyn’s muzzle pressed forward. Ribbon nearly came right, when that confident tongue slid out and greeted the slick lips of her cunny. Instead, she let out a soft, surprised squeal and rolled her hips back into the mare’s face. That tongue rewarded the movement, nudging between the swollen lips without yet pushing into her vagina. The tip of the tongue tensed and nudged up underneath the hood of Ribbon’s clit and then slowly drew back along the length of her slit. There was a warm, appreciative sound from Celyn’s throat as the mare lapped up Ribbon’s arousal. The sound vibrated Celyn’s lips against the lips of Ribbon’s pussy and made the filly squeal again. 
        The hand gripping Ribbon’s ass shifted, still holding her spread, but now the thumb moved inward and pressed against Ribbon’s puckered tailhole. At the same time, Ribbon felt the mare’s head shift, angling a little, jaw widening. She shuddered as she felt Celyn’s warm mouth surround her sex and the soft suction that followed drew a low, husky moan from her lips. Celyn’s tongue darted out a second time then, no teasing or slow licks this time. The long tongue plunged inside of RIbbon’s cunt and the filly arched her back sharply, fingers tearing holes in the already stained calendar blotter atop the desk. Just as quickly it was out of her, leaving her feeling hollow.
        The sensation lasted only a second though as the tongue shifted its attack. It slid upward, pushing back the hood of Ribbon’s engorged clit so that the sensitive little nub was totally exposed. Ribbon bucked once then, the sensation sending a shock through her. Her body tensed as she felt Celyn sucking more firmly at her pussy and the tongue darted forward again. It stroked Ribbon’s exposed clit mercilessly, twisting around it, curling in underneath it and flicking upwards firmly.
        “Oh god,” Ribbon squealed. “Oh GOD!” 
        That was enough. Ribbon’s thighs clenched tightly, holding Celyn’s head there as she came. She bucked forcefully against Celyn’s face, fingers shredding through months of the calendar as her hips thumped against the egde of the desk. As the waves of pleasure washed through her, making her spasm, she felt Celyn’s sucking intensify. Something new welled up inside her, the orgasm clutching down tighter and deeper on her. She felt her cunny clamp down around nothing and begin to spasm, rewarding Celyn’s insistent sucking with a hot flood of girlcum, squirting five or six times across the mare’s adept tongue as Ribbon cried out and bucked against her face once more before she passed out entirely.

        Ribbon awoke to an enveloping warmth and some undefined feeling of pressure. Her vision swam for a while until it resolved into a gorgeous view of the city skyline at sunset. The intangible feeling of pressure resolved itself as well. The flared head of Celyn’s strap-on had splayed open the lips of Ribbon’s young sex and was pushing slowly against the tiny entrance within. Black seeped in at the edge of Ribbon’s vision as her body shook, an aftershock of her orgasm rocking her body. She maintained her hold on consciousness though and heard Celyn coo soothingly behind her.
        The pressure mounted immediately. Celyn’s long fingers were gripping her hips, nearly encircling her, and her fingertips dug into the zebra’s belly as she gripped and pulled. Everything happened before Ribbon had regained enough consciousness to react. The slow, constant pressure finally won out. There was a sensation of a muscle straining to the breaking point, the sudden movement behind her as Celyn was suddenly several inches closer, and an intense flash of pain that made Ribbon cry out and sob shortly.
        Celyn didn’t hesitate at the moment Ribbon lost her virginity. Instead, she continued to push forward another few inches past where her hymen had been, then drew back until the flared tip tugged at the filly’s lips, then back in again. The slow, steady pattern quickly washed away the brief point of pain, and the tail end of Ribbon’s sob became a slow, incredulous moan.
        Behind her, the mare maintained the rhythm, five inches sliding into the zebra’s body and then slowly pulling out again with an obscene, wet sound. Ribbon’s hands slid up, gripping the edge of the desk to steady herself. Her whole body felt stretched taut, full, and incredibly hot. It felt as if she could feel the invading cock pressing her flesh into the desk, stretching her like a glove over a hand. Just when she had adjusted to this new host of sensations, Celyn thrust forward more forcefully.
        Ribbon’s hips thumped hard against the edge of the desk as the powerful mare forced more of that massive thing inside of her. She leaned forward over Ribbon’s pinned body, nipples brushing the filly’s back and sank her surrogate cock inside of her. Eight inches... ten... Finally her hips bumped into Ribbon’s ass cheeks, the filly spitted on the entire length of Celyn’s newest toy.
        “See?” Celyn whispered into her zebra lover’s ear. “Such a good little filly.”
        Ribbon’s reply was an incoherent moan. She floated somewhere between pain and bliss where the only constant was the white hot pleasure that stretched and filled her cunt. She let out a disconsolate moan when it started to slide out of her, emptying her, until that wide tip was at her lips again, tugging and stretching them, threatening to exit her entirely. Then all at once, it was inside her again. Celyn thrust forward with enough force for her thighs to make an audible smack as they impacted Ribbon’s ass.
        Ribbon squealed then. She might have screamed, she wasn’t entirely sure. Her fingers dug trenches into the wood of Celyn’s desk as her whole body drew taut. When Celyn’s hips made that smack against her ass the second time, she exploded. Her cunny clenched down around the invading cock like a vice, but that didn’t slow it a bit. She arched and bucked, thrusting her hips back in time to meet Celyn’s, increasing the pace and deepening her orgasm. Her belly clenched and her cunny spasmed and she began squirting again, something she had never experienced until that night. She came, and squirted, and came again. 
        Celyn fucked her ruthlessly, heedless of the zebragirl’s flailing, which knocked over the lamp and sent a stapler across the room. Celyn licked her lips and increased her pace, pounding the teen’s cunt again and again. She gripped the cute ass as it bobbed in front of her, spread it to admire her pink tailhole as it twitched with each wave of unrelenting orgasm. Her thumb shifted, pressed against the pink anus, and forced its way inside. Celyn moaned happily at the hot spray of girlcum that squirted out of her lover as a result. 
        Celyn rolled her head back, pushed her thumb deeper so she could feel her strap-on cock sink into her prey over and over. Soon, Ribbon could hear whinnies behind her and the powerful thrusts had an extra spastic twitch of power, losing their regularity and become faster and more desperate as Celyn came as well. Suddenly, Celyn gripped her tail and thrust her thumb deep and hard inside her virgin tailhole, in time with a powerful, hilting thrust of that massive equine strap-on. Ribbon threw her head back, whinnied sharply, and came uncontrollably as the world went black again.

        It was dark when Ribbon woke up. She found herself sitting up, strapped into a leather seat that was emanating warmth. Her eyes slowly focused on the Lexus symbol on the dash in front of her. She moaned quietly, her whole body limp and swimming in contentment. She couldn’t summon the motivation to move, but managed to piece together a sentence.
        “My... nnn... my mom’ll freak if I don’t come home tonight.”
        There was a soft giggle beside her, the sound of which filled her with warmth. “Oh, I called her shortly after you went on her errand. Emergency budget meeting in DC, and I simply can’t function without my dedicated assistant. She won’t be expecting you home for a good week. Feel free to nap, it’s still another half hour to my apartment.”
        She was already drifting back to sleep at the suggestion. The thought floated past her consciousness. A week? What could Celyn have in mind for a whole week?
        