Unicora (or Nicorna, perhaps) wakes in the familiar chamber. The black and silver unicorn mare isn't alone though, as there are already quite a few people around. Hortense and the bunnies are supervising the assembly of a tall open structure, with a Rhian and Vartan helping. There's also a smaller pony, and of course Jacoba the Lapi buck, who waves as soon as he notices the unicorn stir.
The first thought is one of gratefulness; it isn't Nicora in all her oozeness. Then the second thought is, "Aw crap, this place?" "What, what? the unicorn says as she starts awake fully and sits up. "I'm not a member of summon-a-pervert, you know," the mare complains as she tries to cover herself up! "No matter what the rat says."
Jacoba hops over, and says, "Hey, calm down.. it's just a milking. I'm here to keep you relaxed."
Unicora arches her brow a little at this. "Do I look like livestock?" she finally has to ask of the lapi.
"What's livestock?" the Lapi asks, still coming closer with his hands raised.
"Animals you keep in pens for ... stuff," Unicora explains.
"I'm not kept in a pen," Jacoba promises, reaching out to try and pat the unicorn on the nose.
Unicora's nose flares and she whinnies. She also takes a deep breath thereafter. "And I do remember that I, well, belong to Hortense," the unicorn admits. She eyes the feline warily.
Hortense is busy dealing with.. leather straps it seems. Jacoba offers, "I've got a Rhian brush."
Unicora kneels down. Brushing is calming after all. "No bridle this time?" she asks.
"Not from me," the bunny promises, and starts to brush the mare's neck. "But once I'm finished, you won't care anyway."
Unicora chuckles softly. "Perhaps not," she admits, her neck arching a bit.
The Lapi has probably done this before.. but then Unicora doesn't have much actual experience to compare to. "You have such a nice mane, too," Jacoba says, working around to the mare's back. "Almost silver, like your horn."
"Well, we are special creatures," Unicora notes; remembering a bit of what Kaira told her once long ago. "Rare, like a gem. Not just anyone is allowed to touch us."
"Oh... you mean you only let virgins touch you?" Jacoba asks, and nuzzles the side of Unicora's neck. "Or just innocence?" He's pressed against her back now, and brushing her sides below her arms.
"Or those I like. The virgin thing is ... well, made up," Unicora claims. "After all, Hortense made sure that I wouldn't be one..."
"Well, that depends on how you count things," the Lapi notes, reaching around to stroke Unicora's belly. "Have you ever been with another unicorn?"
Unicora's tummy draws in from the touch. "Well, no. Other horses, a kirin, and a few other species. But never another of my own," she says and looks over her shoulder. "Why do you ask?"
"Well.. I'm a Lapi," Jacoba notes. "And a lot of people consider us to not count in that regard. Bunnies are for practice. So, that sometimes extends to any interspecies coupling. It's like you have a lot of virginities.. one for each species!"
This make Unicora laugh. "I am not sure it can really work like that," the mare comments, "But it is a cute saying. And a good argument to try and get someone in bed." She playswats the lapi with her tail.
The Lapi responds to the swat by fleeing around Unicora to her front. "Hmm," Jacoba notes, "I need you to relax your arms. It can't be comfortable hugging yourself like that."
Unicora chuffs a laugh and lowers her arms. She isn't exactly shy, really. It was more the surprise of just, well, appearing here.
The sudden lack of support makes her breasts droop a bit, so the buck tries to hold them up, even those each one is larger than his head. "Hmmm, maybe you should lie back for this.." he suggests.
Unicora's brow arches a bit. "For ... what exactly?" the mare asks. She does actually lean back, then lie back without an immediate answer.
"Well, I need to get you ready," Jacoba explains, and straddles the mare's stomach so he can massage her breasts.. most of which involves stroke and pushing them from the sides towards the center with the brushes.
The mare can't really argue with this; it actually feels rather nice, but then such massages generally do in any body! "I ... see," the mare chuffs out softly, her eyelids dropping slightly. Since the mare is sizably endowed in the chest area, she can really feel the movement.
Eventually the buck is hugging them, one arm curled around each to keep them up. Then he starts to lick and tease the black nipples to try and get the milk going.
This causes the mare to whinny and arch her back! Thinks perk up rather nicely. If this body had jewelry, well, her nipples could sport some impressive rings. Her legs draw up, cloven hooves scraping the ground.
"Relax," Jacoba says, and starts to suckle.
"Easier said than done," the mare mutters. Those hooves tap on the floor again, but she is trying to relax.
The bunny suckles until things start flowing, then he lets go and licks his lips. "Wow.. that's some rich milk!" he notes. "I should brush your legs now." And with, he slides back down Unicora's front until he can start brushing her flanks.
Unicora grumbles! The lapi gets things going, then moves on! That's frustrating! Still, she stretches her legs back flat and lets the bunny work on her legs. She draws a deep breath, then lets it out slowly.
While he brushes her flanks, Jacoba also nuzzles along her inner thighs, until he has in entire snout buried into Unicora's other fun area, which he uses his tongue to map out.
Now that causes her to arch her back and whinny loudly! Well, now that is a reasonable replacement for the nursing! And compared to him physically speak, the mare has a large area to map out! And it twitches from the stimulation.
He can only reach a few inches with this method, however, so switches to use his mouth on the outer areas, and sticks his entire hand inside.. up to his elbow. From there he can uses his fingers to rub or tickle or fist-pump to gauge the results.
Now that she really feels! His arm is about the size of what she is used to! This makes her squirm and grunt, and at times bear down tight! Boy does she have strong muscles there.
This causes the buck to squeak a few times, and forces him to lick harder on Inala's Orb to try and distract the mare. Of course, as soon as there's any easing of the squeezing, he's back to doing tricks with his fingers finding sensitive internal spots. He definitely has a goal in mind.
The mare draws up one leg, then crapes the goof down slowly along the ground. Her ears flick about, and her thick lips twitch just before she cries out. "What are you doing?" the unicorn gasps out, back arching. Whatever it is, she seems to really like it.
Jacoba has to pause to get control of his jaw and tongue again in order to answer, "Oh, you have to have an orgasm so the milk has the right flavor."
Well, if the lapi keeps up what he's doing ... the mare then goes tense back arches, and wow, does she bear down when it hits her! That last bit of licking and internal tickling drives the unicorn right over that cliff. Her cries and calls are a mix of whinnies and grunts as she rights out the intense wave.
"Ow ow ow ow.." the buck chants. As soon as the wave subsides, he pulls out.. and calls out, "Toby, time for you to take over!"
The buck's arm feels like it is in a full-arm tourniquet! It takes a while for that to subside, too, leaving his hand and fingers tingling like mad.
Toby turns out to be the pony, who isn't much bigger than Unicora herself. He trots over quickly, clearly 'ready' since he's been watching it all so far. As soon as the buck clears out, cradling his arm, the pony mounts the unicorn, stretching her a bit more than the Lapi's arm could. "Hi! I'm Toby!" he says cheerfully as he starts to knead the mare's chest and nuzzle her throat.
Unicora bears down around that stretching. An odd sort of handshake, to be sure. "Well, hello there," the mare whinnies, her head craning back. "Now you're more my size..." she groans.
"You're pretty tight, but.. you're so skinny.." Toby says, and moans at the bear-down. He tries kissing Unicora at that point, as he starts actually moving against the mare now.
Unicora hardly thinks of herself as skinny, but perhaps compared to Rhains she is. She doesn't say as much, though, because she's busy kissing. One nice thing about this body; big lips. It makes for nice kissing. The mare rolls her body beneath the pony too.
Toby is clearly young and eager, since he doesn't show much restraint. He's quickly reaching a gallop. It might even be that Unicora is his first mare. He certainly thinks that kissing is a major point, or else Rhians have very sensitive lips. This results in a lot of snorting from trying to breath just through nostrils while working up a sweat.
Good thing that equines tend to snort a lot; it makes the hole scene a little less ... weird? At least their nostrils can flare to let in more air. She's going at the Rhain with with equal fervor and the way she controls her clenching is, well, intended to give the pony a really good time! Plus, the side benefit is the more work he has done, the more he'll gift her when his time comes; and that is always better with more! So much for innocent unicorns!
Toby has to break the kiss to gasp for breath though when he starts to release. He also makes a funny wheezing sound and his eyes bulge out.
The mare clenches tight when the pony releases! It feels just lovely, and drives her back over that edge again! Other species are nice, but nothing beats a rhian or a vartan for satisfaction.
When Toby stops twitching and is able to breath again, he's drawn to the unicorn's breasts, using that wide tongue to lap at them. "Are you done yet?" Hortense asks, standing nearby. She's wearing an odd outfit, which includes a cap and pants that flare out at the hips. She's also got a crop in one hand.
Unicora snorts and glares at Hortense. She's still basking in the glory of it all, and the nursing feels nice! "You look ridiculous ... mistress," the unicorn mutters.
"I'm dressed appropriately," Hortense claims, swishing her tail. "The racing harness is ready!"
"Excuse me?" the unicorn asks, brow arched.
Hortense gestures back towards the construction project, which is a box shaped frame with a lot of stuff dangling down and still being worked over by the harem does.
"You must spend all of your time thinking of this stuff," Unicora notes. She also pats Toby's back and mutters to him, "Mistress wants me. I have to ... obey." That last bit makes her twitch.
The pony pulls out reluctantly, but also clearly needs some recovery time. Hortense holds her hand out to Unicora.. as if she could actually help her stand up.
Unicora takes the offered hand and rises as if the cat could help her. Must stroke the feline's ego, after all. "Mistress," the unicorn says and bows her head.
Hortense pats Unicora's long snout when she bows, and then pats her butt with the crop to guide her along towards the so-called racing harness. Off to one side is the familiar breast pump though.
The unicorn actually obeys the nudge of the crop and goes over to the machine. Why? She isn't quite sure; its as if her promise to belong to Hortense has sort of bound her to obey the crazy cat.
The does help the unicorn get settled. They guide her to grip a horizontal bar at the front once she's inside the framework. Her wrists get strapped to the bar with leather restraints, and then comes the awkward positioning of being stretched out so that she's mostly horizontal, with her legs spread wide to be strapped to the sides of the harness.
The unicorn dutifully grips the bar. "Why are you letting her do this! It's like she won!" the mare thinks as she allows herself to be strapped in, then rotated horizontal, then her legs stretched wide; making her vulnerable! It is not dignified for a unicorn to be in such a position! So, her tail flicks all about! It's her protest!
That doesn't last long, as Hortense grabs the leonine appendage. "Lower the saddle," she says, and something falls onto the mare's back, while the does begin to attach and tighten the straps. It must be a modified Drokar saddle. It's got stirrups!
Unicora blinks! "You have to be kidding me!" she mutters to herself. At least there's no bit and reins, at least. She somehow manages to hold mostly still for this, even with Hortense holding onto her tail!
Once the saddle is secured, Hortense climbs right up onto it and settles herself with a giggle. She's still got the tip of Unicora's tail in hand as well, and plays with the fluffy tip. "Now.. should I use the bridle this time?" she purrs.
"If it pleases you," Unicora finds herself saying. Dagh take it! That promise did do something to her; she's obeying! IT's good that she is at least strong; having the cat on her back isn't too uncomfortable.
The bridle is attached, but it doesn't have the bit in it this time. There's also something slipped over Unicora's horn. It's like a sock, but it has wires leading from it.
Unicora is surprised there is no bit! She is more surprised about the sock on her horn. "What is on my horn, Mistress?" the mare inquires. She even tries to glance backward.
"Oh, it's just the stimulator, modified for a horn instead of for sticking up.. to the prostate," Hortense explains, reminding Unicora of the 'device' she had used on Pierce. "I want to see if has any effect! But first.. hook up the pumps. We're here for milking, first and foremost."
And so the does bring up the extra-large rubber nipple covers and hoses, and hold them in place while another starts cranking the pump.
Unicora grunts when the cups are attached and the suction begins! It isn't nearly as nice as being nursed on, but it is still ... interesting. That comment about stimulating her horn also makes her blink. She cannot see how that would even possibly work!
Hortense tugs on the mare's tail then, making her rear twitch in reflex. That is also apparently the signal for the Vartan to move in. He's bigger than Toby, certainly, but apparently the buck and pony were meant to just lead up to the bigger boys. "You gots nice shiny hide," the Vartan notes.
Unicora's rump moves! "Vartan ... ohhh ..." the mare thinks, almost dreamily. With the way things are twitching back there; the mare is obviously inviting the Vartan to take the plunge. "I do," the mare chuffs, "i must look my best for Mistress." Then the mare is mentally kicking herself, again! "What is WRONG WITH YOU?!" she thinks.
The Vartan doesn't really need much encouragement. He's soon grabbing onto hand-holds built into the saddle as he starts pumping away. He's probably eyeing the out-of-reach shiny horn too.
This makes the mare cry out! And sway forward! And arch her back! This explains why Hortense has the saddle, really. It's going to be a ride for her!
Hortense certainly purrs happily, and even swats Unicorna with her crop a few times. "Ha! Giddyup!" she crows, as the Vartan starts his 'race' with the unicorn. "Why would you ever resist this, my magical-milk-mare?"
Unicora's ears flatten back! She didn't think she was resisting; she walked right into this, didn't she?! Of course her reply is just a whinny, because that's about all she can do with the stimulation from the vartan behind her. It even distracts her from the pulling suction on her chest.
The suction isn't always even. After all, it takes more effort to milk a mare than a rat. As the pump-doe begins to falter, Jacoba takes over.. with two buckets and elbow-grease as he buck-handles the pendulous breasts. He assigns a doe to suckling duty as well, to encourage flow.
This also seems to get the Vartan to exert himself more, and Hortense doesn't offer any objections. But she may not be able to actually see it, since she's leaning forward and almost resting along the back of Unicora's neck.
IT's certainly an odd mix of sensations, and honestly all of them are pretty good! This, well, only helps further cement the unicorn's mind as belonging to the cat on her back. Sigh. This would annoy her, if she could think clearly! But nooo .... she's making all sorts of happy sounds from the dual stimulation!
"Gimme the joy buzzer!" Hortense calls out, and one of her minions hands her corded box with a button on it. She gives it a quick tap, sending a bit electricity into Unicora's horn. It makes her skull vibrate briefly.. but also in the brief moment it feels like all of her sensations had doubled in strength.. especially the pleasant ones.
Wow, does the unicorn cry out! That felt amazing. She didn't expect that at all. It causes her to bear down hard on the vartan!
The big bird-horse squawks, not having expected such a response. He redoubles his efforts, actually poking at the mare's internal limits now (or rather knocking on the door to her womb). Hortense cackles!
"So, should I hold the button down longer?" the evil cat purrs into Unicora's ear.
"Please, Mistress," the mare actually begs. Great. Now she's begging the cat.
"Hmmmm," Hortense says, running her thumb along the edge of the button. "Well.. you're being good so.." This time she holds it down for a good ten seconds, long enough to cause a climax event. One of the does then has to crank the batter charger up again with a whirring sound, while Jacoba takes advantage of Hortense's own distraction to suckle a bit for himself.
The mare isn't sure what sort of sounds she made because she was in bliss. It was almost like the times she has spent with Inala, that rush. The cat on her back did likely get quite the ride from how much she was bucking and squirming in those restraints, too! When the buzzing ends and she's becoming a bit more, well, coherent, she burbles out something that is probably prasing the horrible cat on her back.
Hortense is exactly the sort who goes mad with power, and being to make a fancy unicorn babble goes right to her head! "Ahahaha!" she cackles. The Vartan wasn't prepared for spasms though, and found himself releasing early. He still keeps pumping though, as long as he can hold up his end of things.
And the mare missed it! She was so into the buzz that she didn't feel the vartan! This makes her pout and she redoubles her efforts with him to try and get him to do it again!
Another squawk, and the bird's interest is rekindled. And then Hortense hits the button again, draining the just charged battery. Unicora can hear the doe that operates the charging crank sigh as she has to crank it back up again.
She hears it for all of the few seconds before she's back into the land of physical bliss! She has no idea what she's saying during it, but she's saying it with conviction apparently! So when it passes, Unicora is flushes and feeling embarrassed ... as well as worried about what she may have said or promised!
One side effect is that her milk is flowing easier, especially with the Lapi massaging and pulling and doing other encouraging things. And this time the Vartan wasn't surprised, and tried to pump harder when the spasms hit.
The mare feels good. The sort of slightly drunk and feeling fiiiine sort of good. Filled well and buzzy! When she's more aware, she can focus on the vartan. When she's being buzzed ... she has only a vague awareness of him!
"Can we undo one of her hands so she can turn the crank?" the battery doe asks Hortense, who just snorts and says, "No! That would be transferring power to her. That is not how this works."
During this, Jacoba sneaks a kiss on the mare's lips before going back to the milking.
And the mare kisses Jacoba right back and smiles at him. The return of the milking, though, makes her groan. It feels nice too!
There are a few more zaps along the way, but when the Vartan reaches the second peak of the summit, Unicora is lucid for it. It's not as impressive as his first likely was, but given how deep he into her it's still pretty noticeable.
Unicora's head cranes forward and she whinnies loudly when the Vartan peaks ... and she does soon thereafter. Apparently the rush of it all helps push her into that wave of pleasure. If Hortense was intending this as some sort of training, it might actually be working.
The Vartan is panting now, beak gaping open. Someone helps him withdraw.. it takes a moment for him to break his grip on the saddle.. and then some does set up a step-stool behind the mare. What follows is.. well, they clean her out and clean her up.
This causes a chuff of complaint; it's very undignified to be basically hosed out! "I don't like that they can just summon me like some sort of demon toy!" the mare thinks.
And then the joy buzzer is pressed again. This covers the arrival of the full-sized Rhian to the scene.
Unicora is back into the happy-buzzy-world! She doesn't notice the arrival at all! She's just ... babbling.
When the babbling phase passes, the mare realizes she's really being filled now. The stallion is being careful, pushing in slowly. He's twice as big as the pony was!
The mare's neck stretches out again and her head tilts to the side. She hisses loudly, lips drawn back and teeth bared. It's a mixture of discomfort and enjoyment. This is apparent with how her backside wiggles to help the stallion try to bury himself completely. The scary thing here is, the rat could do this no problem, but for her, it's a challenge!
There's a pause before the Rhian pushes past the cervix, which Jacoba would probably claim as another type of virginity. Even then, there's more stretching before the horse is fully engaged.
That's a moment of pain, to be sure. Also, were she capable of getting pregnant, such a penetration would make it much more likely. Small mercies that she's not fertile. The mare shifts about through this, muscles in her neck and arms creaking as she strains and as an outlet for the uncomfortable parts. But, when she can feel the hips of the stallion against her backside, the mare whinnies in victory! "Thank you for this, Mistress," the mare gasps to her own shame.
"Hmm, the milk better be extra sweet then," Hortense claims, and swats her ride a few more times with the crop. "Now.. let the race begin!" This is the cue for the Rhian to grab onto the saddle-holds and try not to cause damage while still pumping as hard as he can.
Wow; that is some serious stimulation! She's so full she can't even bear down on the stallion! He's also so strong that the entire frame is creaking and moving as she moves with it. It's the sort of situation that makes the mare feel completely out of control of the situation. Even without the buzzing horn device of doom, she's babbling! It's very undignified.
The Lapis have to grab on to keep her breasts from bobbing to far, so that the milk doesn't get spilt. They get around this by latching on and suckling hard themselves. Once the mare's muscles get more used to the stallion, he begins to pick up speed, but never pulls out so much that the return impacts would be painful - which means he never pulls past the cervix.
Hortense cackles happily, now that she has to actually hold onto the saddle's pommel with one hand.
The mare is going to feel full she fears when that stallion, well, really lets go! It's painful, yet thoroughly enjoyable at the same time! Her head is arches down, lips drawn, and she's, well, drooling. So much for dignity. A prim and proper unicorn turned broodmare; the Gods must be weeping.
And then Hortense uses the buzzer again, draining the battery. Since Unicora's entire reproductive tract is engaged this time, the sensation is very melty. There's no question of muscle clenches though, since they're just not enough play to allow for it!
Everything seems to sort of go white in her vision! The sensations are overwhelming! Everything tingles, inside and out. If she said anything at all, she isn't aware of it; she's just completely lost in the moment. It's unlike anything she has experienced, save Inala Herself. It's heavenly.
The inability to really add muscular flexion to the stallion's own efforts seems to prolong things for the Rhian - he's just not getting as much stimulation back as he normally would. For Unicora, it means that she begins to lose track of time. The buzzings blur things further. Finally the stallion whispers something to Hortense.
The mare's ears flick, trying to make out what is whispers. Futile; she cannot hear like an Eeee can! It frustrates the mare immensely!
"Hmmm," Hortense says, as she considers the whispered request. "Alright.. gotta keep people happy! We're going to reconfigure!" This causes the does, which had been enjoying the break (aside from the one on cranking duty) to jump to action. Straps are loosened and pulleys are greased. Even Hortense has to climb down from Unicora's back - but no efforts are made towards removing the saddle.
Unicora's head lifts up. "What, what is going on? the mare finally speaks, her voice crackling a bit. She squirms around in the harness and looks to Hortense, and then the stallion who is still hilted completely in her. Her ears even flick all about.
"We're capsizing you!" Hortense declares, as heavy straps are crossed over beneath to the unicorn. "Well.. more like building a sling. That swings! A swing-sling!"
"Why?" the unicorn asks as she looks back at the Rhain. "I am not good enough?" she asks him ... with a pouty lip.
The Rhian whickers, and says, "Just.. I want to see you.. and other things.." The stallion pulls out.. with some effort, since a vacuum of sorts has been created, only to have does begin to slather something onto his liberated baby-hose.
The mare grunts! She did not want him to pull out! Now she feels really empty. The slathering also has her worried! Is he planning to stick that thing someplace else? Yet, she doesn't complain. She wants to, but something is actively preventing her.
Toby and the Vartan show up to help in the next part.. which is to grab the unicorn's arms and legs and roll her over onto her back before restraining them again. This time though her legs aren't tied to the base of the framework, but put into slings attached to pullies (a different sort of stirrup, really). This gives quite a lot of freedom of motion, while still keeping her high up off the ground.
And still leaves her rather vulnerable and spread! The mare actually looks nervous now, and her lips quiver. "I get the point, Mistress," she murmurs towards Hortense, "I utterly belong to you." She actually finds she wishes she had toes, she so wants to wiggle them now.
"Well, for the immediate future.. you belong to him," Hortense purrs, as the stallion attempts reentry. Whatever they lubed him up with certainly helps make it easier this time, despite the tightness.
The mare grunts and tilts her head down. It's still tight and there is stretching and discomfort, particularly when the cervix has to open and allow the stallion in, but yes, it's a bit less painful since things are more slippery. She also tries to roll her hips as much as she can to assist in getting the stallion to settle back in completely.
Being able to move her hips makes a big difference. The Rhian is still forced to be down on his knees now, but that lets him lean forward and engage more of the mare's body. Before he begins moving his own hips, he's squeezing breasts and lip-wuffling Unicora's throat.
The mare's head tilts back, exposing that next and delighting in the thick-lipped wuffling along it. Now that she can roll her hips, she does so in what limited capacity she can. It all feels absolutely delightful, and she can even now catch the occasional glimpse of how big the equine really is. She's impressed that she's able to handle him at all!
The stallion is encouraged to be a bit more forceful, since the position of Unicora's legs provides for more cushioning this way. His big teeth also roam down to her puffy nipples. And just so the mare doesn't forget about her, Hortense hits the joy buzzer again.
The buzzer causes her to jerk and arch in the 'swing'! Cry out and babble too, for that matter! The attention to her chest only makes the overwhelming sensations that much more intense! This is all a far cry from her life as a Yodhgorphat, to be sure.
The Rhian moans at the swing, and grabs onto Unicora's waist to pull her towards him on each thrust. He's not so careful now, pulling out well past the cervix before plunging back in. Hortense enters the framework to stand next to the mare, teasing one nipple with the leather tails of her crop while suckling on the other. She has a rough tongue.
The mare's head hands back, jaws agape and tongue out, drooling. She's lost in the bursts of pleasure and pain. The repeated crossing of the cervical boundary adds discomfort as well as a rush. The rough tongue is uncomfortable too. Both serve to keep her at least someone aware of what is going on. This unicorn has lost all her dignity, though.
It doesn't help that Hortense starts to use her claws, lightly scratching at the unicorn just as she hits the joy buzzer.
Back into brain-melty pleasure the poor mare goes! With each claw and shock, a bit more of that unicorn dignity slips away. At the moment, though, she doesn't care. She's enjoying the experience.
The stallion is certainly enjoying it more, if the passion he's putting into it is an indicator. He kisses Unicora, tells her she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen or touched, runs his lips over every inch he can reach. And when he does release, it's incredibly intense for both of them. This time Hortense waits for it to actually start before hitting the buzzer.
For Unicora, it feels like an explosion within her. His size means the stallion releases a lot and the warmth and pressure is intense. The buzzer only manages to increase this and send her into spasms of pleasure, blurred vision, and odd babbling. She also writhes about, and even manages to clench down a little on the stallion somehow! She's so mentally out of it, it's almost like being Gorphat's doe!
The stallion has to pull out after that and rest, while clean-up crew goes to work on both of them. At least the emptiness doesn't last for long, as Toby the Pony takes another turn. It's odd to have someone that fits, but it also puts a lot less stress on overstimulated areas - and the extra lube applied to him doesn't hurt either. He's pretty eager, as before, only now a bit more forceful after seeing what Unicora can handle. He nurses happily as he bucks, too.
And Unicora is grateful for the reduced stimulation! She is more relaxed and allows the pony to satisfy himself using her body how he wishes. She even tries to clench down and make it enjoyable without being too tight! Right now it's more about his pleasure and less about hers; she needs a break from the explosions!
That doesn't stop Hortense from using the button though. Whenever she suckles, she zaps the unicorn. Whenever she scratches, she zaps the unicorn. Whenever she nibbles on an ear, she zaps the unicorn.
And it is maddening! And worse, it seems to be training Unicora that Hortense's touch should be considered special. Each touch and disappearing into that momentary zone of bliss to try and whittle down any resistance the mare may have.
After Toby is spent, the Vartan takes his turn (also properly lubed up). And after that, Jacoba comes in as desert - but uses the smaller entry, which at least isn't starting to get sore at this point.
The vartan gets his time at the mare bearing down on him .. and leaving her all sticky and drippy. It's Jacoba that gets her to gasp again when he takes the alternate passage. It surprises her and her eyes open wide. It's by no means unpleasant, just different. And well, this may be the only lapi in the world that can claim he's gotten to take a unicorn that way. And amusingly, the mare seems to enjoy the unusual feel of it ... and that the buck finds it rather pleasant since it is much more snug for him! She even whinnies when the buck finds his release that way; the feeling strange to her when it happens.
Since this position isn't conducive to collecting milk, it's come down to the does just taking turns nursing. Some of thing seem to be getting tipsy off of it, even. Hortense licks Unicora's cheek, and gives her another blast of the buzzer, just to see how she reacts with nobody plugged into her at the moment. The sensation isn't as intense, but is still very tingly. And then she feels a very long tongue lick at her throat.
The buzzer still makes her groan and arch when it hits, and the nursing does aren't helping the situation. As she's still shuddering and coming down the long lick causes her to start and open her eyes!
A pair of redish-pink eyes meet Unicora's own, as Mordecai looms over her. "So.. she's been seasoned?" he asks Hortense.
"Thoroughly," the feline purrs.
Unicora blinks several times. "Seasoned...?" the mare asks nervously.
"Adrenaline, endorphins.. the flavoring of afterglow," the Eeee says, whispering directly into the mare's ear, before he starts nibbling along her neck.
Unicora quivers at the nibbles. "Mistress...?" she asks of Hortense. Was the the plan all along? An offering to the vampire?
"Just relax and enjoy it," Hortense says, before going back to nursing on the mare. Then the fangs tease along her throat before the vampire bites.
Unicora gasps loudly and shudders from horn tip to hoof end. Such things should not feel as good as it does, but with the nursing, the buzzer training, and then the bite ... it actually manages to make the mare climax then and there, without anyone even in her! Alas this causes a bit of discharge due to internal squeezing, but that's the risk.
With Mordecai, Hortense and Jacoba all suckling on her now (if for different fluids) the does move in with the brushes to wipe away the sweat. And Toby even offers the mare a sugar cube.
If she accepted the sugar cube, she has no memory of it! Even without the buzzer, the onslaught of sensations has manaed to send her into that blurry abyss of pleasure. That's disturbing in itself; it shouldn't be this easy to 'train' her, and yet here it is happening. This is one of the few times Hortense and Mordecai actually scare her.