Caption: Horse. Pussy.

Fulfilling my promise of missed content from last month, here is the caption for the Horse. Pussy. illustration I just posted.  Enjoy!

The noise from the show fades into the background as I stare at the three characters I've drawn on my tablet.

I've aged them up.  At least, I think I've aged them up.  Cartoon unicorns and pegasi don't really lend themselves well to showing their ages.  It's a certain je ne sais quoi that I'm trying to show by little touches - a bit of less innocence in their eyes, a bit taller and leaner with bigger wings.

When that doesn't really make me happy, I build an entire night club behind them.

Erase, erase, erase.

I build an entire strip club behind them.  Dazzling lights.  Glitz and glamor. A partially open door shows the hint of a stallion on a runway.

Now I'm focused.  In the zone.  My dinner of crackers is forgotten on their plate beside me.  My arms move, vibrating the plate until a few crumbs shimmy their way off of the plate and onto the bed.  I'll be feeling those later.  Future me will be really upset at current me.

Vague shapes of other characters hover at the edge of the drawing.  Clamoring for me to work past my laziness and fill in their details to give them life.  I refuse.  The club needs a bouncer so I create one and give him an immense, glorious... mustache.  He's holding up an ID at an awkward angle that clearly shows the multi-colored, winged character's age as 19.

Very legal, very cool.

And then I hesitate, staring at the bouncer.  The nub of my digital pen hovers over the tablet and the cursor wobbles beneath it on the screen, desperately trying to follow along.  My eyes flick to the character on stage, just through the doors.

Do I?

Dare I?

They are all over the legal age there.  They are at a strip club - which, I'm now realizing, is pointless since none of them are wearing clothes.

Oh no.  I have to.  I have to do it.  Some quick work with the layers shifts the shy girl up to the front, next to Ms. Rainbow Hair and, more importantly, next to the door.  And then I erase most of what I've done and redraw her facing towards the door with her tail slightly raised.  Covering her eyes with her hoof but peeking through and blushing.

Let's play a game of "never have I ever."  You go first.  Ask me.  Ask me if I've ever looked up unicorn or pegasi genitalia.  And pretend you haven't done it before, you dirty, dirty slut.

I wouldn't need to take a drink. Because never have I ever looked up horse genitalia.  I have vague recollections of something probably from some old documentary but that's it.

Fortune favors the bold.  I'll start with the ladies first, tapping out a quick query on my nearby laptop.

Mmm.   Yes.  Instructive.  Just a little more.  A bit more.  A few more.  Maybe a little more from the men.  More.  MOAR!

The shy looky-loo gets the modification first and I spread those buttery yellow cheeks with glee in order to make room for what I'm about to do.  My heart may be full of sin and my head full of distracting, oddly sexy imagery, but my hands are steady and move with a purpose in order to defile that sweet, innocent creature.

Despite her outward appearance, she is looking and interested and excited and it shows.  Well, no, I'm making it show with a little dollop of lubrication between her lady bits.  She's not fooling anyone and I start to build a scenario in my head where her two friends are bringing her in to get her v-card punched.  Over.  And over.  And over.

It's her night and it's going to be memorable.

My eyes are drawn to what I've drawn and I pull my bottom lip in, biting it between my teeth as I inhale.  Nostrils flaring.  Humming, on the edge of a moan as the blood rushes through my body.   Unable to stop myself from flexing.  Arching my back before settling into my pillows once more.

I can feel myself throbbing.  My ears grow warm, the tips burning as my temples pound in a slow rhythm.  Glancing down, my pupils dilate and I moan, staring between my thighs without a single thought.

It's- it's hard to- hard to think-

My shorts, pulled tight against my crotch from all my wiggling earlier, slowly, slowly begin to bulge outward.  A thin line of drool slides down the corner of my mouth.  The bridge of my nose cracks painlessly when my face expands slightly.  I shake my head and my ponytail bounces against my shoulder and the pillows.  When it touches my ear, it flicks, the expanding edges bend and curl and pull back before settling in place.  I moan and shiver when the fine, flat hairs growing over my ears drag against my skin and scalp.

An outline appears on my shorts.  A faint U shape, upside down, angled outward from my mound.  In the very center of that shape is a dark line on the seat of my gray shorts.

GOD.

I can feel it.  I can feel my panties shrinking as they're enveloped, leaving my labia bare as they fill out.

It's.  It's pulling.  Pulling at my clit.  I can't- can't explain what it feels like.  All of the nerve endings being stroked at once, continuously as my already engorged clit expands and stretches outward with my bulging pussy.

I reach out, shoving my tablet to the side while sliding down until I'm laying flat on the bed, raising my feet to rest them on the baseboard.  And then I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull, sliding it over my head before tossing it aside.  I'm braless because I'm in my room and comfortable.

Curly hairs emerge around my belly button.  Soft, bone white hairs that flatten against my arm when I slide my hand down to my shorts.

Muscle fibers rapidly tear in my thighs and ass before fusing together, thicker than before and my thin, boyish waist expands in turn, pushing against my shorts until they tighten around me and cut into my skin.  The stitching strains on the sides until finally giving in and breaking, snapping to reveal marbled, muscled skin beneath.  The waistband tries to hold everything together until my increasing bulk proves too much and it snaps on the left side.  A flick of my right hand pushes it away to expose myself completely.

Soft crunching noises reach my ears, traveling by bone conduction when my throat lengthens.  My vocal cords shift, adjusting and-

The tips of my nails brush the swollen mound of my velvet soft labia, jutting out from between my thighs.  I exhale, sharply through my nose and throat and whinny for the first time.

I'm still growing.  I clench my fingers around my outer lips, squeezing them and writhing when it rubs against the soft lips within and, oh god, my clit.  The skin - the flesh is growing thicker as I slide a finger around the edge of my labia.  The engorged, reddish skin grows dark with every passing second.

I've never been so wet before in my entire life.  I'm soaked, dribbling down onto my bed and moaning as I stroke myself, dipping my finger between my inner folds before finally pulling back to rub my clit.

And I cum.  Hard.

My feet kick the baseboard with a loud crack that would confuse me if I wasn't lost in the waves of pleasure from my orgasm.  Hard, black keratin has joined the middle three toes on my left foot together with the toes themselves fusing beneath the flesh into a coffin bone.  My big toe and pinky toe shrink and shrivel before being pulled toward the center mass to be absorbed by the expanding hoof.  Dry cracking sounds fill the air, metatarsals splitting into navicular and pastern bones while my midfoot and hindfoot crack, heal and lengthen continuously, pushing the hardening, rounded edge of my hoof outward.

Already, two of my toes on my right foot are pulled together, sealed by the web of flesh between them and further when the toenails merge and cannibalize the surrounding flesh to create layers and layers of gray and, eventually, black hardened nail.  A groove forms between the middle two toes, expanding down to create the frog at the base of my new hoof.

Another crack when my hooves break the baseboard.  Ripples - aftershocks of the orgasm leave me uncontrollable.  The pink muscles clench within my black labia.  Again. And again.  And again.  A simple mare signaling her heat by winking her pussy.

And it's not enough.

My aching teeth chomp together loudly.  The canines screech as the tips widen, becoming flat to match the surrounding teeth as they slowly push out.  I turn and bite at my pillow, grinding it between my teeth to help ease the dull pain in my gums.

Not nearly enough.

I reach down with my other hand, dragging my fingers through my dripping pussy, easily wetting them from the massive amounts of milky white cum, diluted by the clear liquid seeping from within.

Down.  Down further to my asshole, circling the wrinkled flesh before plunging a finger within while squeezing my pussy and rubbing my clit.  Whinnying . Wide, fleshy nostrils flaring.

Oh.  Oh.  OH!

I can feel it.  My asshole swelling.  The striations growing smooth as the flesh puckers outward slowly.   Two fingers, for the first time.  A third.  I want more.

The emptiness - the lack of being filled - grows worse when the bones shift in my hip and I open.  My swollen, puffy pussy stretches, shoving downward towards my asshole until I can feel it against the fingers I'm thrusting deep inside.

Another whinny.  I can't- can't focus on both hands so I pull my fingers from my asshole.

Something replaces them.  When my hips were forced open a moment ago, it freed my tailbone and it wastes no time in slithering beneath me.  Vertebrae form, pushing against each other to force my tail, trapped beneath me, to slide out from under me.  Hairs grow from the tip and even that makes me cry out.  They pierce the newly sensitive flesh like pleasurable needles and the sensation doesn't stop as they grow longer and longer and longer into a soft whip that curls up to slap against my hand and my pussy, pushing me over the edge for a second orgasm.

I can feel the hairs tickling the inflated bulge of my asshole and then the bottom of my pussy when the outer labia presses into my asshole, nearly joining them together.

My finger slips down from my clit into my pussy and it swallows the finger past the second knuckle.  My ears flick and flex back.  I turn my head, teeth apart as my jaw crunches and pushes forward.

A second finger joins the first. A third.  Fourth.  The tip of my thumb slides in and I curl my fingers, sitting up while bending my wrist to fist myself.  It's shocking.  Whites show around my eyes.  My teeth clap together.  The muscles within my pussy grip my fist tight, sucking it deeper until I feel the strain in my forearm from the awkward position.

God.

God.

GOD.

It's.  I can't- It's- I'm gonna-  I'm so full, I-

My neigh shocks me, loud and sharp when I cum for the third time.  The muscles crush my fist, forcing it out.  A spray of clear liquid splashes against the bed and broken baseboard and the floor beyond when I squirt for the first time in my life.  My eyes roll back and I shudder like I'm possessed by a demon, flailing my arms and bucking with my whip-like tail slapping against my powerful thighs and the bed beneath me.

I've never felt anything like it.  Cramps seize my stomach when my pussy muscles pulse painfully - seemingly without end.  I'm screaming a string of smutty nonsense that doesn't even reach my befuddled brain.

Loose skin jiggles slightly low on my belly as I rock the bed.  The posts scratch the flooring beneath me while the frame groans with an ominous creaking.

A plume of curly, thick white hair grows between the newly loose skin, up over my belly button and beyond, reaching for my breasts.  I gasp.  And moan.  And stretch, kicking out my hooves while raising my hands above my head.  And then down, massaging my sore cheeks on my shortened muzzle.  Down, squeezing my breasts for just a moment with a quick excited gasp when I pinch my nipples.

I feel it down to my belly - that sharp little pinch echoed in the middle of the loose, rose-colored skin.  My hands slide down my body, pulling at the white hairs on my belly and the blonde hairs starting to grow along my sides.  Sand colored hairs emerge over my thick thighs when I spread my legs.  I close them, pressing the sharp little hairs into my distended pussy just to feel the press of the hot, wet flesh.  When I spread them again, numerous strands of cum connect to my thighs.

The soft skin on my belly is filling out, sagging slightly as ducts form just beneath the skin and fatty tissue grows around them.  Bubble-like gland cisterns grow within the spongy tissue as it expands, pushing my udder out.  The reddened flesh darkens to gray as the skin stretches and I moan when I circle the little mounds with my hands, nostrils flaring and my teeth biting at my pillows once more.

The glands begin to produce milk.  The teats feel warm against my palms - almost hot and- full in a way I've never experienced before.  It's a little painful.  I continue massaging, squeezing and pulling with a soft whinny.  The pain transitions to a strange tickling, fluttering sensation.  Just below the very apex of the teats, the skin retracts, creating wrinkled rings that tighten before pushing out into thick, black nipples that match the surrounding skin.  Microscopic holes open in the inch-long dome-like teats just before my hands slide up.  My fingers grip the teats and pull as my milk lets down and I spray a thin stream of milk that hits the far wall.

The release is almost orgasmic.  I cry out and arch my back while continuing to milk myself until the pressure eases off.

All this does is remind me of how empty I am.  I can't stop thinking about cocks as thick as cans of soda, drooping under their own length with flared, flattened heads.  Just like my research.  Just like my drawing.  The bouncer, sans mustache, and standing on two legs, stroking himself with hands that have fingers now while stomping his hooves, eyeing me as I bend over and wink my dripping pussy at him.

God.  GOD!

Stroking my clit while squeezing my jutting, juicy pussy and massaging my udder, I turn and bite my pillow as I picture him mounting me, flattening his massive cock against my pussy and forcing it inside.  And, in my fantasy, even with my larger, ahem, he's still almost too big and it hurts for several minutes until I adjust to the size.

My tail slaps the bed before swishing to smack one thigh and the other.  Tawny hair continues to creep down my thighs towards my knees.

I need more.  I can't take it anymore.

Pulling my sopping wet fingers from my pussy, I fumble for my phone and smear cum over the screen before pulling up my messaging app.  Bright blue bubbles of texts appear as I message the last three boys I went out with, begging them to come fuck me without a hint of subtleness.

One of them will make it.  Or two.  Or all three.

What- what would it feel like with two dicks inside at the same time?

Johnny arrives first.  I stumble on my hooves when I roll out of bed.  They crack! against the wood floor with the sharp edges breaking the vinyl plank flooring until I learn to step more carefully.

I open the door and grab him, unzipping him as I pull him inside, shoving his pants down while lifting one leg to grind my pussy against his flaccid cock, coating his stomach and dick and balls and legs in my juices.

He shouts, starts to push me away but then hesitates. And inhales.  And huffs.  Grabbing me with a soft whicker as his cock flexes and hardens.  And grows.  RIngs appear on his shaft while the circumcised, flared head is pulled flat when it begins to expand and widen, doubling and then tripling his girth.  A faint bulge pushes out against the newly flattened head of his cock.

The boy mutters something and shakes his head.  His ears twitch.  I missed my chance to impale myself on his cock - it's grown too large and is sliding against my stomach, between my teats, dribbling pre-cum that latches onto the white hairs covering my stomach.

So I step back and turn, just like in my fantasy, gripping the edge of my bed.  My tail curves and lifts, exposing my jet black, fleshy pussy.  It winks, clenching within while my teats dangle beneath me.  I slide my hooves to the side and kneel against the edge of the bed.

It doesn't take long for him to come to me.  I hear the faint click of his thick toenails striking the floor as he walks to me but then all is lost when the head of his cock compresses against my pussy.  I reach beneath, grabbing him, moaning and rolling my eyes back when I realize my fingers don't touch together.  Guiding him, pulling him in until my pussy opens to him.

Fireworks explode.  The bed scrapes against the floor when he starts to thrust.  He follows it, huffing and grunting until the bed hits the wall.  My stomach deforms, showing the outline of his enormous cock.  It hurts but the pain is nothing compared to how he's rubbing every single nerve lining my pussy.

All thoughts flee.  I know nothing except for the pure pleasure of the stallion pounding into me.  My udder swings beneath me while my tail taps against his side every time he pulls my hips back into him.  Tiny drops of milk fling from the tips of my teats.

I swear I can feel his cock in my throat.  I know I don't but it's huge.  Far beyond anything I've ever felt.  I don't know how I'll ever go back to anything smaller.

I whinny and shove back and explode.  And black out.  It's too much.  I can't breathe.  I can't breathe and he's not stopping.

When I wake up, he's still going only now he's gripping my tail and pulling and that pops my spine and sends a thrill of sharp pain up my body like spice added to an already delicious dinner.

He neighs and stomps when he comes and I swear to god I can feel it in my throat again.  I half expect to cough and have cum spurt out from my mouth and nose.  Instead, it fills me until my stomach bulges from it - trapped by his gigantic cock.  I can fucking feel it spraying against my cervix.  It's endless and oh fuck fuck fuck I'm-

Awake again, head turned, cheek against the bed and oooooh fuck he's going again.  Globs of his cum spurt out to join the puddle growing on the bed.  Only his hand around my tail keeps it up.  All of my muscles are limp.  I can't- I can't- oh fuck.  I can't- I'm too-

Someone else joins later in the evening, hypnotized by the scent of our cum to look past our changes until he joins us.

I wake, covered in cum.  Exhausted.  Sore.  Sandwiched between two men.

A tail waps me and I swallow.  Stallions.  I guess.

It wasn't all a dream and when a hand reflexively squeezes my udder, I shiver and bite back a moan.

I think- I think I should find my phone.  And.  And straddle one of them.  While taking pictures.  For.  Science.  And research.  And- oh.

Oh god.

I'm still-  I'm still so fucking horny.

And I whinny once more with need.  This is my night and I'm going to enjoy every single moment.