Sasha couldn't believe he was doing this again, but here he was. Ever since that first visit to the Kink Clinic, the effeminate colt boi hadn't been able to get it out of his mind; the bondage, the teasing, the long-awaited orgasm... not to mention learning just how much he enjoyed being on the bottom. It was a new experience for him, especially given his natural talents. Bois were typically devoted lovers on the recieving end but Sasha was one of the few to be gifted stunning looks and a pretty good package and enjoyed the being the one on top almost all the time. But at the Clinic, those mischevious kittens showed a side he hadn't realized... and he wanted more, so badly he went right back a few months later.
Unfortunately, the Clinic was closed for renovations. THe sign glared Sasha right in the face as he stood outside the entrance, his designer-brand overcoat pulled tight around him. THe colt felt his hopes fly away in the breeze before he saw the additional notice beneath the big 'Closed' sign. It was a referrendum for the Clinic's sister businesses, the Fetish Farm and the Cuddle Club. Sasha had heard about the Farm and the privacy it offered to work out some very elabroate fantasies, though that aveue was closed to him as it was by appointment only; no walk-ins out there. That left only the Cuddle Club nearby though there was quite the line as some of the more regular Clinic customers were getting some of their much-needed services here instead.
THe lines didn't surprise Sasha was much as the special amenities some of the employees here made for the customers. This inique business operated out of an old apartment building, mostly small studios just large enough to fit a King-size bed and little else. The ones with more space were more like offices or storage rooms save for the one that Sasha was escorted into by the cute mouse receptionist. Since the doors had been taken off the studios, the colt blushed as he saw the various customers being cuddled on the beds by the large partners but some didn't look like run-of-the-mill customers. One bovine female was black and white splotches and quite the pair of horns on her head was giggling as she snuggled up tight against a smaller feline female, bound and gagged so that she couldn't move.
"Is... that normal?" Sasha asked and recieved a giggle from the receptionist who paused to wave at the cuddler.
"No, that's one of the Clinic customers. She loves being tied up and helpless and Frannie was happy to volunteer. Right, Fran?"
Frannie tittered and nodded, nuzzling her bound feline. "I love it, she's like a super-cute body pillow but better. <3"
Sasha was blushing like mad now, glad he had tucked himself between his thighs earlier; the advantage of his favorite fashionable skinny jeans was they helped hold in unneccesary boners in public. He still hunched a tad as he continued his march down to his designated cuddler, the mouse girl chattering the rules all the way. "Clothing is optional as are any toys or restraints you would like to use for this week only. If did not bring your own and desire such toys we can provide somewhat. No fondling, grinding on or anything with the cuddler unless given permission. We charge by the hour so please do not fall asleep unless you can afford it."
Something about the way she said that made Sasha nervous. "Um, out of curiosity... hat happens if someone can't pay?"
The receptionist paused ad gave a devilish little grin. "Our policy is on the wall in the waiting room. It states that if a customer fails to pay their bill then they must work off the cost of services rendered."
"So that means-"
"It means you pay or you'll be unbirthed by our boss and serve as her pleasure toy for a week. Ah, here we are!" They paused at the opening of the single, larger apartment. "Please enjoy your cuddling and thank you for choosing the Cuddle Club. <3"
With that, the only cuddling room with a locking door closed and the bolt thrown behind Sasha. The colt spun around quickly to see who had locked him in and felt his blush deepen and his pants strain. In front of him stood the tallest, most beautiful bovine female he had ever laid eyes on. Her mocha fur, white hair and tiny horns were amazing and her body was so soft and cuddly, Sasha feared he would never be able to escape her embrace... even if he wanted to. The colt was so surprised that he hadn't even tossed his mane in the way knew made him look very handsome. The cowgirl seemed impressed, nonetheless.
"Oh my," she gasped and smiled, stepping closer and looking Sasha from top to bottom; all five and a half inches of his height. "Oh, yum... I got quite a cutie today. <3"
"P-Pardon?"
The cowgirl giggled so sweetly and posed, one hand on her hip and the other atop one ample breast. "My name is Mabel and I own the Cuddle Club, Kink Clinic and Fetish Farm."
Sasha's jaw dropped. "Y-You founded all this?"
Mabel nodded and leaned down, her hands on her thighs so she was eye lever with Sasha and her breasts pressed together in an enticing manner. "You earned a private cuddle session from the founder herself. Wanna hop in bed? <3" Sasha had barely nodded before mabel reached out to strip him herself. The taller moogirl was quite skilled in temptation, making Sasha stand still as she removed his coat and carefully placing it on the nearby rack before lifting him and setting him on the bed.
Now, things got dangerous for Sasha's erection as she started stripping him down. "W-Wait!" he whimpered as she undie his fly only to be shushed with a kiss on the lips. Her lips were so soft and warm, he thought he would melt.
"Hush, cutie-pie, let Mama Mabel make you all comfortable, <3" she cooed and made to pull his shift over his head. The garment stopped around his wrists and Mabel took advantage, pinning Sasha gently to the bed with one had whil she kissed her way up his chest, pausing to tenderly kiss and lick both of his sensitive nipples. "So small and soft and cute," she cooed again and moved down to pull (more like roll) his pants down and off his legs. Then she caught sight of his favorite panties and the throbbing bulge hidden inside.
"Oh! <3" she gasped and giggled, leaning in to give the satin a nuzzle. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
Sasha opened his lips to protest but his words turned to whimpers again as his pants were rolled completely off and Mabel's lips teased the tight undergarment. When the colt looked down he felt his restrained erection throb again when their eyes met, the front of the colt's panties gingerly held in the moogirl's lips. With a little giggle, she pulled them down and blushed at what sprang forth. As always, Sasha's size surprised anyone who hadn't been with him before; his thick, equine member still colored the same mottled brown and blonde but with a copious dripping of pre from the tip. At this, Mabel giggled again and moved herself up, resting her upper body in Sasha's lap with his cock draped across her breasts.
"Poor pretty pony," she cooed and kissed the flared tip. "All pent up for so long, you certainly need a good cuddle. Mmmm... <3" Sasha gasped so suddenly he couldn't breathe for a moment. Nothing could have prepared him for the sudden warmth of Mabel's lips wrapping around his tip and sliding down. Her tongue danced wildly over his length as she slid her head down once and pulled off slowly, leaving his rod stiffer than ever and slick. But that was all, she stopped there and went about finishing stripping him down until the colt was nude.
Then the cuddling began.
Sasha was very comfortable with his body and was not at all a stranger to nudity but something about this bovine made him feel so small, so vulnerable. Without almost any effort she had stripped away his sauve, cool exterior to the bashful and clingy boi underneath. Mabel was an amazing cuddler, her breasts were softer than the softest pillow and as Sasha lay atop her on his stomach, his  erection trapped between her huggable thighs and her strong arms around his slender bod, he felt tiny. She smelled amazing, like honey and flowers. He would have drifted off to sleep right then if he wasn't so horny and she seeme to sense that when his cock gave a good twitch right against her crotch.
"Oh!" she gasped and giggled, squeezing Sasha in her arms again. "Aw, is my pretty little pony still horny?"
Sasha nodded bashfully and recieved another of those overpoweringly soft kisses.
"Well," Mabel said softly after the kiss ended, "... as the owner, I am prepared to offer you a special service since my Clinic is closed for the time being. For an additional fee, how about I help with your little problem, there? <3"
"Y-Yes, please!"
Mabel raised an eyebrow but never stopped smiling. "Are you sure you can afford it, cutie?"
"Yes!"
"Heehee, alright then. What's the magic word?"
The blush felt like it was burned onto Sasha's cheeks by this point. "P-Please...?"
"Open sesame... <3" she cooed and spread her legs beneath Sasha, opening herself to him while never once letting go. Reaching down, she grasped his erection gently in one hand and guided the tip to her pussy. When he began to whimper as the tip rbushed her slick sex, she gave a wink and nodded. Sasha pushed his litte hips forward like never before, gasping and whimpering in relief as every inch of him slid home into the bovine. She was so warm and wet, he had almost forgotten how good it feels. While Mabel held his torse against herself his hips were free, allowing him to pump wildly like his life depended on it. This was something he craved so desperately... yet no matter how much he pumped his length into her glorious sex, it just wasn't enough.
"Oh?" Mabel pondered after ten minutes of desperate humping. "What's wrong, sweetie? You can cum in me if you want, I don't mind. <3"
"I-It's not that..." Sasha nearly sobbed in frustration and finally paused, panting and still hard inside of Mabel. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly then, rolling onto her side with him and stroking his silky mane.
"Tell me, sweetie, I want to make you feel better," Mabel soothed, showering Sasha with such tenderness that he almost wanted to cry.
With a tiny sniffle he said, "I-I can't cum... without sbeing, um..."
Mabel caught on and giggled. "Oh, you can't cum without someone in you?" Sasha nodded and the bovine smiled. "Well, why didn't you say so? I have a special toy just for this occasion. How do you like it: tender and deep or hard and deep? <3"
"Um... tender and then hard," he admitted and gave a little  girly giggle. "A lot harder. <3"
Mabel was true to her word, against cuddling Sasha but this time with the colt on his back and Mabel on top of him. Her soft body pinned him down even as she spread his legs and pushed the thick strap-on deep into his tailhole. As requested she started tenderly, snuggling and cuddling him all while pushing the toy she wore nice and deep at an easy pace. She adored the little moans and love cries be made with his head between her breasts and soon she was bouncing him lightly on her lap, holding one head to her chest and gently ordering him to drink from her nipples.
"Drink up, little cutie," she cooed as he gulped down her sweet milk. "You're going to need your strength soon. <3"
She wasn't kidding. After over an hour or tender lovemaking, Mabel gradually shifted into harder toying, turning Sasha on his stomach and holding him tight as she slammed her hips against his rump. Sasha soon lost all sense of time and reason, whimpering and whinnying like a mare as Mabel held him down. He didn't know when but he didn't object when she held him tight against her with one arm and her free hand clasped over his muzzle as she fucked him. Perhaps he was being too loud but he didn't care. His ignored cock soon let loose gallons of pent-up cum, filling the pink condom Mabel had put on him at the start of the lovemaking. It filled and inflated like a pink balloon beneath them as Sasha came over and over, the bovine's assualt of his cute boi rump not stopping for a long time.
Finally, mabel pulled free with an audible pop and lay beside the exhausted and spent Sasha, the two drifting off together in each others arms. When the bill came the next morning, Sasha felt cold dread grip his heart. He was standing nude in front of his piled clothing while Mabel lounged on the bed, lazily lapping at the cum leaking from the used condom which she considered a generous tip. Sasha rifled through his pockets three times over before the realization finally set in:
He left his wallet at home.
"No money?" Mabel called from the bed, not sounding at all upset. Maybe a tad dissapointed but not upset.
"Y-Ye, ma'am..."
"Well then," Mabel stated and stood up from the bed. "YOu know what you have to do, right? <3"
Sasha shivered with fear. Mabel was the owner... and the owner used nonpaying customers as toys for a week. "Um... h-how?"
Mabel giggled, a little more sinisterly this time as she walked towards the trembling little colt. "Well, lets just say it involves some restraints, a vibrating plug and lots of gleeful squealing from me. <3"
About an hour later, Mabel was alone in the room again, lounging on her side and lazily stroking the slight bump in her tummy. She could feel him squirming, trying to move in her womb. Mabel giggled, already wondering what to say tomorrow. The policy says one week of being a 'toy' but in reality it's less than a day. But this boi, he was quite feisty and Mabel was already planning the ways she would have fun with him afterwards.
"Mm, I wonder if he'd like the Farm? <3"