For a time, Sasha was certain that it had all been a dream. Maybe he dreamed everything after his intense feelings of loneliness became too much to bare? It couldn't have been real: the beautiful bovine doctor, the heavy petting leading to a night of oral passion... it had to be a fantasy. And yet, for six mornings he woke up in the comforting embrace of that very same bovine female, Beverly. True to her word, Sasha didn't wake up alone after that first night with her. In fact she was holding onto him tight, like her gentle, warm embrace could sheild him from the cruel world that had hurt him before. She greeted him always with a soft kiss and welcomed him into her bed each night, even arranged for all his things to be moved from his little studio apartment to her loft after two night together. For all intents and purposes, Beverly was taking Sasha into her life and the little golden colt could not have been happier to be someplace where he belonged. But there was one detail that had been nagging him at the back of his mind:
Ever since the first night, Beverly hadn't touched him like she had nor did she ask him to do the same.
Beverly was tender, kind and motherly. She employed a laundry service just for his wardrobe just so he never fear for having nothing clean. She would help Sasha prepare for bed each night, brushing out his silky mane and letting him do the same for her even though hers was cut shorter. They even wore bedclothes after that first night; a transparent slip for Beverly and soft silk shorts for Sasha. Beverly was more motherly towards the colt for nearly a week, parting company only when they both reported for their respective jobs and meeting up again at the loft each night. He didn't mind, in fact the assured attention was very soothing. He did sport erections regularly in her presence, she was just so lovely and smelled so nice, but she was polite enough not to stare or tease him. As such, he felt it a bit rude to masturbate in her home again and instead resolved to hold it in, hoping against hope she wouldn't be upset should a noctural emission occur.
But that changed on the seventh day, one week after they met. While on his way back from his lab assistant job, Sasha was surprised to get a text from Beverly. This wasn't uncommon, she would send little feel-good messages but this one was different.
"Let's play a game tonight," the text read. "We can learn a little more about each other. <3"
Upon reading and rereading the text, Sasha wasted no time racing to Beverly's home and arrived a bit earlier than usual. This time, he was the one waiting for Beverly and even surprised the bovine when she walked into to find a very anxious, blushing Sasha fidgeting on her couch.
"My, my, so excited," she giggled in that adoring way that just made Sasha blush deeper; her barely-containing outfit didn't ease the rush of blood to his face and nethers either.
"Well, I-" Sasha began but gave up on trying to sound like his usual cool and sauve outer self. Beverly knew more about him than most, after all. "I-I'm excited but curious."
"About the type of game?" At his nod she smiled and tittered again as she began shimmying out of her pencil skirt. "It's a bit of a truth telling game. The rules are simple: every time you orgasm, you have to tell a secret about yourself, something no one else knows. This goes both ways so... if you can bring me to climax, I'll tell you something about myself. Deal? <3"
Sasha's heart was hammering with excitement, his erection threatening to burst from his pants. "Uh-huh! <3" he whimpered, taking the cue to strip down as well.
Beverly smiled as she undid her blouse button by button, her soft, ample chest slowly revealed. "Very good. The only restriction is no clothing allowed, that goes for undergarments. First to be naked gets to strike first. On your mark... get set..."
Sasha was on her before she could say 'go'.
With one daring leap his head was pillowed between her breasts, still supported by her custom-made bra. While the nudity advantage was in his favor, there was a near-panicked moment as a realization dawned on the colt: during that passionate night together she was the one in control, he didn't get a chance to explore her like she did him. Time was running out, Beverly was down to her lacey underclothes and she had an advantage of her own. But then the answer was staring Sasha right in the face: her bra was designed to sheild her super sensitive nipples and Beverly was just about to unhook said bra.
"Aaah! <3" she cried out as the loosened garment was yanked up, Beverly's chest bouncing into full view. Sasha acted on instinct, clamping his lips around one tender, pink nipple. "N-Not the... ahhh! <3" Beverly wailed weakly, body trembling and Sasha knew the first point would soon be his. He let his tongue dance, sliding all around the sensitive peak in his muzzle, drawing on it gently. There was a moment of pause when a warm, sweet liquid filled his muzzle before he realized what was happening: he was milking her! He swallowed, feeling warmth spread through his body as he sucked more and more, eagerly drinking from her soft breast. He was so absorbed he wouldn't have known he brought Beverly to orgasm had the bovine not dropped to her knees, taking the colt with her. Her panties were soaked through and her thighs were slick as she knelt, panting heavily after such a quick orgasm. With one last gulp of milk, Sasha pulled away from her breast and smiled sheepishly.
"You have to tell me a secret! <3" he nickered excitedly, his erection bobbing between his legs.
Beverly panted a few moments before before a devious smile played on her lips. "Very well," she huffed as she finished stripping off her tangled bra and sodden panties. "I like to be on top, the dominant female in the relationship. I have one of my toy stashes under the bed that I keep to dominate my partner... and some outfits to fit the role. <3"
Sasha blushed at this revelation, feeling so much smaller than he already was. But then, it made sense with the way she mothered him and went out of her way to ensure he was cared for. Just what kind of dom was she? This was a question he couldn't ask because now it was Beverly's turn to pounce the unwary partner. Sasha let out a little gasp as the floor fell away from him, lifted easily by Beverly as she dashed to the bedroom and tossed him onto the huge bed. Just as he bounced onto his back she was upon him, pinning him on his back and climbing on top. Sasha watched with wide eyes as she positioned herself over him, her soaking wet sex above his muzzle, her breasts squishing down against his abdomen. He had just opened his muzzle to dare a little lick of the sweet prize above when he let out another gasp and a moan mere seconds after Beverly began to slurp at his groin.
She was sucking on his member again with even more gusto than before.
"Aah! N-Not so hard-mmph!" he began but was soon silenced as her hips dropped down. In one swift motion she silenced him with her pussy, the sweet wetness flowing over and into his muzzle. She was so wet! This wasn't just from her orgasm, the honey kept coming and the intoxicating warmth of her sex paralyzed him as she sucked him off with expert ease. Before he knew it he was eagerly drinking from her pussy like he had her nipple, feeling the warmth again and getting closer to orgasm. An idea hit him then: if he could get her to climax again first, maybe he could score another secret.
His tongue slipped with relative ease, wriggling and squirming. He felt Beverly shudder above him, felt her lips tighten around the base of his cock but she didn't stop. If anything, she was only encouraged by his amatuer oral skills. She gripped both his soft rump cheeks in each hand, sucking deeper and harder as she began to grind her hips against his muzzle, her arousal flowing even more now. His strategy backfired and he was again rendered helpless, feeling her digits inch closer and closer to his tailhole. Unable to resist as her pussy lips pressed against his lips, she slipped a pair of fingers inside him. He came almost at once, moaning into her as she swallowed his ample load, all five days worth of celebacy let loose at once.
With a lewd slurp, Beverly lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. She smirked, wriggling her hips once more before moving off of Sasha, the colt gasping and panting, all the strength gone from him; his muzzle was slick with her love juices. Making sure he could see her with her muzzle full of his seed, she swallowed the whole load and sighed like a deep thirst had been quenched.
"So, any secrets of your own? <3" she purred, stroking his mane as he got his breath back. "I told you mine, now you have to tell me yours."
At this, Sasha hesitated. He had some secrets few knew but with a life as public as his there was only one true secret no one else was aware of. "I-I..." he stammered, blushing. He just couldn't blurt his deep secret so easily, not even to her.
"Sasha? What's the matter?" The playful tone was gone now, replaced with concern. Sasha hadn't realized his eyes were welling up with fearful tears. "What's the matter, dearheart?"
She was so kind, so understanding. This secret was so deep, he was afraid to air it lest he be left all alone again. Maybe he could tell her... but his mouth wouldn't let him say it, the fear of consequence was too great. "I-I wanna tell but... I-I can't say it..."
"Oh, Sasha," she whispered and pulled him into her arms again, the game forgotten. All that mattered to the bovine was him and he loved her for that. An idea came to mind at once as he lay with his head pillowed by her breasts.
"C-Can I show you instead?" he asked, his voice so soft and feminine. It took Beverly a moment to realize he was asking her permission and she smiled.
"Of course you can, sweetie, whichever way is most comfortable for you. <3"
He was really going to do it, consequences be darned. "Okay... um, but can you not look until I'm ready?"
"I promise, honey. <3"

***

In truth, Beverly was rather surprised and anxious about this. The game was meant to just be a bit of a getting-to-know-you sort of thing, both of them learning each others kinks and enjoyments. She had confessed her dominant tendancies to him in the hopes of wiggling a little truth out of him too... but she hadn't expected a reaction like that. The poor colt wanted so badly to tell her but he couldn't get the words out. This had to be something he kept very close to his chest, something that she and she alone would learn about the pretty little Sasha.
After he excused himself to the room that had become his personal wardrobe, Beverly took some steps of her own to get herself ready. Most assumed the role of a dominatrix was all rubber, whips, masks and cuffs. Well, there were some that preferred such a lifestyle but Beverly was a different sort: the loving dom. Asking Sasha to call her 'Mommy' sometimes when they were alone was part of the role, asserting her dominance by getting her partner to call her by an authoratative title. But even then it was in her actions. Taking care of him, brushing his mane, dressing him, this was all part of the delicate balance of power that kept it firmly in her control. She dominated him with her love and care, motherly and kind. She'd done things like this with her past partners as well, all of them smaller females or bois like Sasha. But the colt was a bit different. He brought out more of this behavior in her, made her want to hold him, to take him into her arms and shield him from the cruel world and she wasn't sure why.. 
Like the typical dominatrix, Beverly had a special outfit just for the task for when she was in serious mode. It wasn't the full-on garb of someone hell-bent on spanking someone into submission; this was the sensual look of authority. For her attire, Beverly donned a lacey black bustier, laced in the front so she could put it on herself and made with special cups to lift and support her impressive chest while displaying her sensitive pink nipples. The attached garters clipped easily onto the sheer black stockings that covered her legs from thigh to ankle, leaving her hooves bare. A pair of short, black lace gloves adorned each hand, secured at the wrist with a little black ribbon while a black hairband sat on her head where other bovines would have horns. She even made sure to carefully apply a shade of darker eyeshadow just to give her more of an authoritative look. All in all, she looked like someone who would be in charge, though you wouldn't know just what she had in store by looking at her.
Good. A little mystery kept things interesting.
But Sasha was taking a while to get himself ready. The moment he left the room, Beverly had set about lacing up her bustier and even had time to set out a couple choice items from her 'toybox' under the bed. Still, she waited and waited. For a long moment, she was worried she scared him away, that he ran off rather than divulge his secret to her. The thought saddened her, more so than the handful of break-ups she had experienced in the past. Sasha had truly become precious to her and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. What should she do? Should she leave and check on him? But that might spoil his surprise and upset him... but what if she went to check and the room was empty? What would she do? What could she do? The thoughts began to escalate until finally there came a gentle knock at the bedroom door, so soft she almost ignored it.
"Um... h-hello?" came Sasha's sweet voice from outside, trembling and hesitant but real. He hadn't left after all.
Beverly took a moment, rallying herself and dispelling all those unappealing thoughts from moments ago. "Mommy's here, sweetie," she called back, adjusting herself so she looked more calm than she felt. "Are you ready?"
"Uh-huh... b-but please don't look at me."
He was so adorablely shy. "I'll turn around, sweetie, just tell me when you're ready."
"O-Okay... here I come..." The bedroom door opened and closed. Beverly did as she promised and turned beforehand, eyes closed and standing tall, cowtail swishing absently like she hadn't a care in the world. She thought she heard the faint rustle of thin fabric but didn't dare break her promise. After a few heartbeats she heard the colt take a deep breath and say in a barely-heard whisper, "I'm ready..."
Beverly turned to look and her libido flew into orbit.
Sasha wasn't a colt, he was a filly. A pretty, demure little golden filly all in lace, ribbons and bows. He wore white lace garters and stockings that ended above the hooves just like Beverly's; cute lacey panties that didn't show a hint of a a boi bulge; even his own short white lace gloves on his hands tied with white bows. A bigger white bow was tied around his neck, making him look like a cute little present all ready for Beverly to unwrap. He was stunningly gorgeous like this, his posture and demeanor more feminine than usual. But he wasn't truly female... was he? His chest was as flat as ever but how could he hide his sheath like that?
"Th-This is my secret," he said in a voice so soft, blushing at the stunning beauty of Beverly's outfit as well but at the same time afraid. "I-I like to dress... like a female and... a-and pretend to be female..."
Beverly found her voice. "Are you... did you alter your body? I-I can't see your sheath..." Beverly was at a loss for words.
He shook his head. "It's not like that... I l-like the thought of being male but pretending to be female. I-It's weird, but that r-really excites me."
Understanding dawned in Beverly's mind and she smiled. "It turns you on to not be female?" At his nod her smile grew and she knelt in front of him so they were eye level. "Such a pretty little pony... why are you sharing such a deep secret with someone like me?"
The question came before she could stop herself but Sasha didn't hesitate. He simply looked into her eyes and with full, complete and innocent honesty said the words that would forever change Beverly:
"B-Because... I love you, Mommy. <3"
The bovine might have fainted right then. How could he say something so honest? So pure and so sweet? Did he really love her? Like, actual love? Or was he finally returning the very feelings Beverly had been questioning for days? Was Beverly the one in love? Was that why her heart felt like it would swell up and shatter and reform all over again? Was she crying?
She had to have been. Sasha's eyes became concerned as well and he even said that title she asked of him as the tears ran down her cheeks. "Mommy? What's wrong?" He sounded fearful, like his heart was being broken all over again.
That wouldn't do.
Without a word, she threw her arms around the boi and hugged him tight, kissing him deeply. She never felt like this with any of her partners before. She never wanted him to leave. She never wanted to let go. She wanted to keep him in her arms, keep him safe, keep him happy. Her pretty, sweet little colt that liked to dress like a filly. Her beloved.
Her precious Sasha.
It was a long time before the kiss broke and For a while longer they just stayed like that, Beverly kneeling and Sasha standing as they held each other in their lacey garments. As her aching heart renewed itself, finally accepting these emotions and feelings, her libido was starting to make itself known again. So many naughty ideas were flooding into her mind, the things he liked to do and the things she would like to do to him and even with him. But there were some important questions that needed to be addressed, ones that she had to ask before letting her base desires take over.
"Sasha," she said softly. "Can you show me how you hid your sheath?" He was quiet but nodded as they carefully broke the embrace.
Blushing deeply but with a shy smile Sasha turned around to show his rump. He filled out the panties nicely, his soft hips ideal for the garment but there was something that caught her eye. His tail was keeping very still and flat against his posterior, like he was hiding something. Carefully taking it in one hand, Beverly moved it aside and felt a shiver run through the boi's body as she looked closer. The reason she couldn't see his package from the front was because he tucked it behind; Beverly could clearly see the outline of his orbs and his erection inexpertly hidden from view. If anything that disappointed Beverly a touch; it was one thing to hide his boihood but another to try and cover up his cute little bubble butt in the process. Luckily, she knew a little trick one of her past boi-friends showed her.
"Now this won't do," she tsked gently, her matronly tone returning. "Pretty little fillies must be taught to properly display themselves. Take off your panties, sweetie, and bed over onto the bed. <3"
Sasha did as he was told, an obediant little filly who looked so cute and embaressed as he wiggled his rump out of the lace panties. While he positioned himself, Beverly rummaged through her vanity for a little item she hadn't used in forever. One of her nurses called it 'stocking tape', an alternative to garters that adhjeared firmly to fur and skin but caused zero discomfort. She'd need it for this little tucking trick, something she recalled a past boi nurse making a show of before donning his uniform.
"Now, hold still," she ordered gently but firmly as she made him open his legs a little more and began.
It was rather simple, especially to someone who studied anatomy so intently as Beverly. Taking Sasha's member, she pulled it gently back, pressing it against his perenium and gently pressing his testicles back up from where they had descended. With a little skillful rearranging and two strips of the gentle adhesive tape, Beverly used Sasha's own sheath to trap it up high between his thighs, as if he had never been a male to begin with. There was quite a lot of whuinnying and whimpering from her little pet but that only got Beverly's moter going harder as she pulled his panties back up, pulling them up to cover his rump again.
With Sasha still bent over, she removed her lace gloves and pulled the black ribbon from them. One she took to Sasha's tail, wrapping it at the base and making a cute little bow that lifted his tail to further display his cute rump. The other she wrapped around her hand as she stood and pulled Sasha back into a standing position.
"How does that feel, sweetie? <3" she cooed, admiring how Sasha now looked with his sheath expertly hidden. Even he was quite excited.
"I-It feels funny but... b-but I like it... I feel so naughty," he giggled, blushing hard and feeling how smooth his crotch was now. "How did you do that?"
Beverly giggled. "I'll teach you and you will practice each night until you can do it perfectly yourself. I expect my filly to be properly tucked and presentable when you're dressing like this, understand?"
"Yes, Mommy! <3"
"Good. Come, I still need to brush your mane. <3"
Mere seconds later it felt like something out fo a dream. Here Beverly sat with her damp thighs pressed together, her pretty little Sasha seated on her lap with his own thighs closed and hands obediantly in his lap while Beverly brushed his mane. It was a calming act, something to help them both calm down before they lost their collective cool. For now, anyway. This was still part of the dominance Beverly was using, a precursor to the night to come.
"You're very naughty, Sasha," she whispered in the boi's ear as she brushed his silky mane, delighting in the little whimpers and squirms it elicited; he enjoyed this type of treatment, she had realized. "A naughty little filly who needs to be taken care of. Tell me, do you practice being a real filly too? <3"
"A-A real...?"
"Well, a female must satisfy a male, remember. Have you let a big, strapping stallion make you his filly? <3" she asked, giving his ear a little nip with her lips. He shivered and whimpered and shook his head. "Hmm, I believe that... but I be you practiced, didn't you? Playing with toys? Calling out to them like they were real? <3"
"Uh... uh-huh... <3"
"So naughty, <3" Beverly admonished with a giggle. "That won't do either. Maybe some night Mommy will bring home a date. A nice, strong date with a good package that can make a female squeal. Maybe, just maybe, he might want to try someone a little smaller? A little naughtier...? <3"
"Mm...! <3" Sasha whinnyed, eyes closed and his tongue peeking from his lips.
Beverly pressed a little more as she kept brushing. "Maybe my little filly would like to feel a big... thick... manly..."
"Ah!<3 <3 <3" Sasha cried out and shook, going stock still a few moments before panting. Beverly could feel the warm on her thighs and dared a look down. Sasha came just from the suggestion, his seed spreading down between her thighs, spreading over her bare pussy and making her shiver with delight as well.
"Cumming just from that? Why, my pretty pony is so naughty, I might just have to make that a reality. <3" Sasha's eyes snapped open as he looked at her, maybe a little hopeful for the truth in her words. He was almost a perfect submissive, Beverly realized and felt her heart beat a bit faster. "But first... you need to learn some important lessons tonight."
"Lessons? On what?"
Beverly giggled. "Like how to properly perform cunnilingus, sweetie. Besides, it was rather rude to cum on Mommy like that without permission. Kneel down, cutiepie. <3" Sasha obeyed, sinking to his knees, his seed still tricking down between his own thighs like any aroused female. Beverly spread her legs, revealing the mess Sasha's load had made and smiled. "Clean me with your tongue, my pretty pony, and be especially careful with the clitoris. You're going to learn to satisfy a female with only your naughty muzzle. <3"
He did just that, licking her inner thighs clean without any objection or hesitation, his mane done up in the little little milk-maid braid Beverly had been putting on him as she brushed. As his lips closed around Beverly' crotch, she let herself moan and reached down, stroking his braid, his ears, finally cupping his face in her palms and smiling down adoringly at him as he gently licked her pussy
"I love you too, Sasha. <3"
He blushed and licked with more gusto, making Beverly moan and lie back on the bed.
They had a long night of education ahead of them. <3