Lyra pet play(Maybe WIP)

>Lyra tugged your leash down.
>Her body lay propped up on the couch with her hind legs splayed apart before you.
>Her angle let her tail hang off the side of the couch at just the right level for your lips to kiss her plot hole.
>Of course that also meant burying your nose into her marehood.
>You watch her horn flicker to life as she tightens the straps restraining your arms.
>Your mouth opens to lock your lips around those luscious minty cheeks.
>Lyra rewards your eager display with a soft sound of pleasure.
>Your tongue tip gently teases the rim of her hole with a soft circular motion as her marehood rubs against your face, smearing her scent in your nose.
>Thankfully Lyra isn't Dash.
>Her horn flickers with a little push against the back of your head, forcing your cheeks to rub against those toned thighs of hers.
>Your tongue dips passed her rear entrance door and flexes to lick around the inner section of her sphincter.
>A gasp squeaks from her throat as a little poot squeaks from her rear.
>The musky taste isn't overpowering but you have to suppress a gag.
>Deeper still you plunge your tongue into her hole, the tight little pucker slowly yielding to your assault.
>Lyra seems to be enjoying herself, at least.
>She often lost her dom streak once she was sufficiently aroused, shifting more to a lusty mare wanting the rush of climax.
>"Good boy~ Hmnnng! Good boy Anon..."
>Your leash was tugged up, choking you as she dragged you out of her ass and let you rest your lips on her pussy.
>Your tongue plunges into her dripping sex with vigor as you work your own magic.
>Lyra's hooves kick as her hips buck back against your face and shove you back.
>Not one to back down from her challenge you surge forward with your heavier body weight and keep her steady as you continue to sample that minty pudding hole.
>It is rather fun, until she hits her stride and pulls your leash.
>She's starting to choke you now as you bring her to the edge.
>These were times you hated the collar.
>Lyra had no real control of herself once she started to get near her peak, bucking and panting like a wild animal as you brought her to that edge.
>Your vision started to dim as you heard her penultimate moan of release, the taste hitting your tongue in a torrent of arousal.
>Lyra's hold on your leash relaxed and let you catch a breath.
>"G-Good boy..."