Skewered Bananas

Soraka giggled lightly as she pat Sona's head from the comfort of her couch, the submissive mute completely naked at her feet. Surveying the girl carefully, Soraka found that her particularly small cock was already erect, presumably from all the abuse Soraka had given her over the last few hours. Biting her lip nervously, Sona began to raise a hand, hoping to silently relieve herself while Soraka lounged, but Soraka quickly killed that though, pressing her hoof down on the woman's hand lightly, while smiling down at her. "Did you want some relief, dear?" Soraka teased, as Sona pitifully stared up at her. Nodding, with notable embarrassment on her face, she was caught off guard when Soraka lifted her chin and pressed the end of a syringe into her mouth, filling it with a mysterious warm liquid. Swallowing obediently Sona felt an immediate need in her groin, before looking down and watching her usually tiny prick swell and throb, forming a large and hard piece between her legs.
Sona's now large and stiff member throbbed visibly, pulling her attention to the endless need welling up within her balls. Looking up to her mistress, she was surprised to find the woman spreading her legs and lifting her large and glorious horsecock up while stroking it, sliding down the seat just enough to give Sona an eyeful of her asshole. "Now that you're up to par, why don't we break that in for you, my little slut?" she teased, stroking her powerful cock as Sona sat in place for just a moment, her mouth agape. Realizing suddenly what it meant, she sprung up at the opportunity, quickly shoving her cock at the hole like a juvenile. Too eager for her own good, she couldn't press herself against the hole properly, overcome by excitement. Grabbing the girl by the hair Soraka held her still, before guiding herself down against the head properly. "Jeez Sona, I go through the trouble of giving you a proper cock, and you're still useless with it?" she teased. That was the last bit of encouragement Sona needed, gritting her teeth she thrust fully into Soraka who giggled happily as the woman buried herself in her accommodating asshole. Taking Sona's right hand, Soraka busied her with the task of stroking her length while the woman thrust her hips like her life depended on it.
Despite the desperate throb of her cock, or maybe because of it she hammered even harder into Soraka's asshole, emptying the largest load of her life into Soraka's waiting asshole, her eyes rolling back as she squeezed the woman's cock with her soft hand, inadvertently sparking a messy spray of semen over herself. Her legs gave out as she fell onto Soraka, her cum-stained face smearing semen over Soraka's chest as she drifted out of consciousness.

Walking out of the house holding Soraka's arm, Sona nervously pressed down against her new cock from over her dress, biting her lip as the amazing sensations from the contact shot through her body. It was bad enough it was so sensitive, but it was so large she could hardly hide it- even behind her large and billowy dress.