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”Tell me again, girl. Why do I have to wear the mask? You have a loyalty for a bought slave, but-”
Hooves slink around you, making you relax, if only a little bit.
”I-I’ve wanted this for a while sir. I just wonder why you would buy a slave, before treating her so good. M-my old master, he...”
You sigh, rubbing Corona’s back.
Where did she even get this thing?
”You don’t have to talk-” You’re cut off as Corona plants tiny kisses down your chest. You pause, cold sweat starting to form under the mask, making it feel even more unbearable to wear. “What are you doing, girl?”
”I-It doesn’t matter, sir. What matters is my master plan,” she breathes down your neck, lightly pawing at your thigh with her hoof.
You’ve been feeling lonely for a while but...
A guttural groan escapes you as she reaches her mark, the object of her desire quickly swelling as she rubs its length through the fabric.
No, this is wrong.
You’re still her master, first and foremost.
As she trails down further your arms shoot up in an attempt to throw off the horse mask she put on you.
”N-no, please. Master,” the mare begs. “I don’t care if you’re a human, but the mask helps.”
”... I need this,” she squeaks out.
”Would… would it really be so bad if I took it off?”
”It would be extremely uncomfortable.”
”You’re a big mare.”
”F-for you.”
