Satyr Stories 2 (Updated 7-30-17) [mlp] [satyr]

Powerbottom Bun
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>Ensuring her strap-on is secure, Lenora looks over the young, prone bun before her.
>"Ready, Cottonball?"
"That's slut to you! Do it!"
>Silently, the manticore spawn nods, the slight plastic pop of a lube bottle ringing through the room.
>The young bunny's ears twitch in response, her swift legs deftly kicking the bottle from the lioness's hands.
"Don't be so gentle! Go rough and raw, I wanna cry!"
>"Alright, alright. Um, you stupid slut." she claims somewhat nervously.
>Lining up with the tight hole beneath "Slut's" poofy tail, Lenora tries to swallow her apprehension, and gives the toy a rough thrust.
>Cottonball groans in pain as the large toy invade her tight, dry orifice, pushing past the considerable resistance.
>Lenora was about to ask if she's alright, but the faint smirk on her girlfriends face answers for her.
>Gripping her haunches, she begins slowly thrusting, building more and more speed as and endless stream of agony infused moans escape Cottonball's lips.
>Riding her high, the girls free arm flails behind her, seeking the manticores leg.
>The limb is hoisted upwards, its sharp claws extending by reflex as it's placed upon the rabbit's tiny butt.
>Lenora slows down, worried at the red gashes in her miss.
"Mmmph, predators...aren't supposed to go easy on the prey."
>Acting on an instinct of what she thinks the girl would want, she reaches forward, slamming her head into the floor.
>"Shut up, whore." she half-roars as the bunny satyrs buck teeth dig into her lip.
>Redoubling her efforts, she feeds into the reactions of her bunny's body, when she manages to choke out a few words.
"S..sting me, Lenora. On the clit!...Do it!"
>Gulping, the lioness silently obeys, bringing her fearsome appendage down with pinpoint accuracy on the girls most sensitive flesh, depositing a single drop of venom into her nub.

>Cottonball screams as her legs give out, the much larger Lenora spearing her against the ground as she twitches and bucks back into the dildo.
>Not wanting to disappoint, Lenora holds firm, keeping the tiny girl firmly in place as she wails in agony.
>The venom, while harmless, attacks every nerve in Cottonball's sex, filling her with a pain the shames even the bullet ant.
>But finally, after ten minutes, ten lifetimes to the rabbit, the pain fades, and she stills, laying gasping and vacant eyed across the floor.
>Seeing no more fight in her tiny lover, Lenora pulls out, Cottonball's lagomorph ass holding firmly onto the faux shaft as she does so.
>Finally freeing it with a loud pop, the abused hole maintains a raw, impressive gape.
>"So.." she begins nervously. "Did you enjoy it, cunt?"
"It was..the best orgasm I've ever had, mistress." she rasps out, happiness shining through.
>"Good. But don't think you don't have to return the favor." she teases, setting the bunny's mind alight with images of being smothered in lion pussy.
>Not even bothering to remove the toy, Lenora collects Cottonball and makes her way to the bathroom to dress her wounds.




Estrus Edgings
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>The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the room as your jumbled family sits, waiting for their meals.
>Staring out the small window over your stove, you enjoy the bright, wildflower blossoms pushing through the last patches of winter grayness.
>Spring was here, and with it, came the first estrus of the year, the one that would render the others mild by comparison.
>But it was alright. Kimmy and Mera could take care of each other, Lenora and Cottonball did the same, though you pretended not to know.
>And Firginia was just too young to be bothered.
>But one member, at least this week, had no outlet.
>As if on cue, the deep clack of giant hooves on wood signals the goat satyrs approach.
"Morning, Ariana." you ask, turning to face her. "Sleep well?".
>She grumbles mildly at your mocking question.
>The giantess is disheveled, exhausted, and soaked in sweat.
>Nude, save for her jewelry and a pair of panties, the large, pink blotches of blush marring her dusty brown skin are on full display.
>She's only on her third day in a week long session of edging and denial, and you're starting to wonder if her willpower or her mind will break first.
>It probably doesn't help that you've cranked up the heat in her room.
>"Hey Ariana!" Kimmy starts. "Sorry if we woke you up last night, it gets hard to hold the noise in when you're having a body rocking O."
>"Kimmy! Don't teassse." her sister chides.
>"Yeah, dad's already doin' plenty of that." Lenora bellows, laughing at her own joke.
>Cottonball tries, but the bunny can't resist letting out a small chuckle.
>If the arimaspi hadn't already been in full blush, she would have been now, scrutinized and mocked by her own family.
>Smiling, you set out the eggs and bacon, along with some fruit for Cottonball.
>Your own food, along with Ariana's are set aside.
"Come on sweetheart. You know what we have to do before anything else."
>"Yes sir." she replies dutifully as she follows close behind you.

"Alright sweetie, show me how it is today."
>Nodding, Ariana begins slowly sliding off the panties, ensuring you can see the soaked garment.
>Thick strings of her lust cling to the cloth, resisting her pull as a wave of her needy scent washes over you.
>Reaching forward, you slide a finger between one of the golden rings sealing her puffy, swollen vulva before giving it a light tug.
>She seems to release a breath you didn't know she was holding.
"You're a very mess child, Ariana."
>"I know, daddy." she says, a tinge of amusement shining through her frustration.
>Silently motioning towards the bed, she takes the hint, lying on her back as she waits.
>Despite her having easily three feet on you, it takes only the light motion to convince her to lift her legs straight up.
>There, jutting from her plump rear, is a glistening silver plug.
>Grasping the sapphire studded base, you give a light tug.
>She grunts and groans as her body resists, as always, the removal of the toy it has played host to for several years.
>Setting it aside, you grasp at the juice soaked fur matted on her thighs, reveling in the wet heat boiling up from her mound.
>"Dad, please? You know how empty it makes me feel."
>Smiling, you rub her pudgy belly before freeing you length.
>Your length easily slides into the gentle gape of her well trained ass.
>Seeking its lost fullness, her muscles clamp down like a vice, snuggly wrapping your cock despite the difference in size.
>Sighing in contentment, you begin making slow strokes into the surprisingly cozy hole.
>Your enormous daughter groans in frustration from the stimulation, but you do not relent, digging your fingers deeper into her need matted fur as your pace hastens.
>As her grunts begin to devolve into pained, half moans, you decide to step it up.
>Reaching out, you place a finger on her inflamed clit, already swollen by estrus, her stint of denial has left it a large, hard lump of excessively sensitive flesh.

>Ariana's body shudders at the contact.
>Even more sensitive than yesterday you muse to yourself. Fun.
>Gently rubbing the bundle of aching nerves, you follow the cues of her body, poking, prodding, pinching and pulling as needed.
>Always a delicate dance of winding her up before leaving her hanging.
>"D..dad! I'm gonna..gonna!" She rasps out as she finds herself dangling on the cusp.
"Don't." You bluntly order.
>Pulling aside, you now rub your finger in circles around the nub, careful to never actually touch it, serving as a reminder of how close relief actually is.
>The goats entire body tenses, readying for the orgasm that never comes, the clenching instead serving to bring yours closer.
>Lowering your ministrations, you take hold of the tip of the smooth sounding plug that allowed you to take the hole at a moments notice.
>Your devoted daughter turned girlfriend had opted to always make herself fully open for your needs, a little practice turning this otherwise ignored orifice into one that could accept you as readily as any other.
>You let her anticipation linger for another moment, as her body slowly backs from the peak.
>Once satisfied, you tug slightly, slowly freeing the thin, polished rod.
>Ariana's body arches ever so slightly, seeking to reinsert the escaping tool as she lets out faint, breathy moans.
>As the rod sits on the cusp of truly exiting, you hold it, drawing it out before finally slamming it back into the tender hole in a single motion.
>Your daughter goes stiff, her teeth gnashing as she endures being once more once more forced to stare on from the very brink of orgasm.
>Again and again, you repeat this action, tormenting her until sweat pours from her body and her claws have torn into the blanket.
>You'll have to do something about that if denial becomes a normal practice. You aren't made of money!
>Feeling your own orgasm coming on, you decide to get a final hurrah in.

>Setting the sound back deep inside a final time, you loop your finger through the middle chastity ring closing her sex, and pull.
>Rivulets of moisture free themselves as you tug.
>Her dusky sex, normally a flat, caged slit, has swollen and puffed up so severely under the mix of estrus and edging that her lips now bulge out from from around their golden prison.
>Lacking the ability, close as you are, to do much else, you opt to simply pull left and right.
>But it does the job.
>Ariana's puffed lips, lacking room enough to lay flat by far, slip and slide over each other as you pull, seeking space and releasing a seemingly endless font of juices from her folds.
>The pained grunts pulled from your less than gentle handling finally does it, pushing you over the edge.
>You unintentionally yank hard, pulling Ariana close to the edge again as your other hand digs deep into her thighs.
>Your balls constrict as they work, pumping a torrent of hot cum into your daughters bowels.
>She moans more than whines as she feels your paint her insides, doing her best to not go over the edge herself.
>As you come down, you pull your softening member from its warm confines with a wet shlick, before promptly replacing it with her plug.
>"Did...did you have fun, dad?" the gentle girl asks.
"Tons, Arie." you reply as you help her into a sitting position before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
>She give you a genuine smile, despite knowing she's surely got another edging session mere hours away, and who knows how many more over the rest of the week.
>"I'm happy you enjoyed it.
"Now, let's get cleaned up and eat before Firginia wakes up and eats everything again."
>She nods as you both make your way to the bathroom.



Sheep Molestation
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>The fire crackles in the hearth as the last rays of the sun drown in vibrant oranges and reds beneath the thick blanket of clouds.
>Setting down your book, you crack your shoulders before throwing on your gear.
>Boots, a short sword, and a simple chainmail shirt.
>Lantern in hand, you set out on your nightly patrol.
>The streets of Eweloe are as they've always been.
>Quiet and bare. Most residents of the hamlet have long since headed in as the sun set.
>But tonight, your main concern isn't the occasional drunk straggler. It's your little Eirwen.
>She had, as she had so many times before, stayed out late. She likely just fell asleep during a work break again.
>You stay alert as you walk the streets, cobblestones clacking beneath your heel as you divert your attention back and forth between searching for your wayward girl and keeping an eye on the drunks stumbling home.
>It's hard to stay hidden in a village of less than four hundred, however.
>Coming across a section of incomplete, new fencing near a bilberry crop, you know you've found her.
>Easily vaulting the waist high fence, your suspicions are confirmed when you find the young ewe sprawled atop a small mound of earth, snoozing away.
>You smile to yourself. The slow paced life of hamlet life suited her perfectly.
>Reaching down to wake her, you suddenly second guess yourself.
>Its been weeks since you've had to so much as break up an argument, and Eirwen's right here. Slacking off for just a little while won't hurt.

>Ensuring the fence provides some cover, you free yourself from your pants, you decide to avail yourself of Eirwen's longstanding permission to freely use her body.
>Letting your hands wander, you relish in the sensation of her soft, woolen curls as you slowly spread her legs.
>Gently prodding her entrance, you begin pushing your way in.
>Eirwen's body stiffens slightly for a moment from the sudden change, before going lax once more.
>Slowly but surely, you gain speed, your daughters tight tunnel naturally grasping as you work away.
>As your pace increases, so too does the steady stream of soft bleats emanating from the satyrs mouth.
>Now in the groove, you reach forward, fondling Eirwen's soft breasts as your grunts mix with her bleats.
"Ey 'Non!" a voice cries out.
>Loosing complete control in your surprise, you dump your entire load into your little lamb's womb.
>Looking over, you see your neighbor Derryth standing beneath an oak mere meters away.
>"Somethin' the matter, hun? I heard noises."
>Surprised, you remember the fence obscuring your lower half.
>Carefully clamping a hand over Eirwen's mouth to stifle her bleats, you turn to your friend.
"It's nothin' lass. Just chasin' a fox away from the crops is all. Can take it out of ya'."
>"I'd expect so. Ya want any help?"
>You shudder slightly, a fact clearly missed by the drunken ewe, but you try to keep calm.
"Thanks, Derry, but it's all over now. Why dontcha head on home, fog's rollin' in."

>With a nod and smile, she obliges, stumbling back into the street.
>Sighing in relief, you pull out, a faint trickle of semen flowing from Eirwen's used hole.
>Pulling the satyr into your arms, you carry her bridal style back to your cozy little house, before setting her in bed.
>Tucking her in, you give her a small kiss on the forehead and turn to leave.
>"Dad?" she calls out softly from behind you.
"Yes my little lamb?"
>"Today wasn't a safe day."
>You smile.
"I know, sweetheart."
>"Love you, dad."
"I love you too, Eirwen."
>Lantern in hand, you step back into the foggy streets.




Butchery
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>Tools in hand, you walk confidently toward the barn.
>The large doors stand open, letting you see the heifer easily.
>The rest of the herd is in the field. Better to not spook them anyway.
>By the time the cow hears you, it's already too late as a cattle prod slams into her stomach.
>She twitches briefly before falling to the ground, giving you ample time.
>You bind her wrists behind her back and attach a chain to her septum piercing.
>With a rough tug, you pull the groaning, disoriented cow to her hooves, shoving a wad of cloth in her mouth as you do so.
>She turns to you, tears in her eyes as she moos something out from behind her gag.
"To the stall, cow." you demand as you pull her.
>Petunia tearfully complies, laying herself across her modified milking rack.
>Quickly locking her in place, you seek produce a jumble of suction cups.
>With a click, the machine whirs gently to life, procuding enough suction to hold the cups in place.
>One by one, you connect the tubes to each of her six nipples.
>With little care or concern, you turn the pump up to its highest setting.
>Petunia writhes in discomfort as the machine pulls her teats with nearly bruising force, filling the tubes with a constant flow of creamy milk.
"Don't worry, ol' gal. It'll be alright." you casually say as you slide on a long plastic glove, lubing it up."
>Hoisting up her tail, you manage to take her by surprise, having your finger two joints deep in her rear before she registers to clench.

>The satyr moans and groans as you push deeper, her ring squeezing and gripping your hand every inch of the way.
>Finally however, you find yourself so deep in the you sink wrist deep with ease.
>Your hand feels like it's in a tight, twitching oven.
>Squirting a bit more lube around the cows stretched hole, you press on again, forcing yourself ever deeper.
>She fights every step of the way, but soon, you've hooked yourself elbow deep.
>Pulling back a bit, you feel around inside her, soon finding your target.
"Bads news Petunia. Seems you haven't got a calf." you say with a mocking undertone as your grope and squeeze her womb through her anal wall. "And you know what happens to cows when they can't calf."
>She looks away, sobbing softly as she stares straight ahead while you pull the glove off.
"Don't worry, you've got till the end of this milking." you coldly comfort her as you unzip your pants.
>There is no gentleness in your actions, you simply line yourself with the minotaur's tight hole, and roughly penetrate her.
>She struggles against you, clenching, squirming, trying futily to pull away.
>Despite her resistance, her cunt is soft and giving.
>You give her flank a sharp, hard smack, eliciting a muffled moo.
>Another smack as you pick up pace, the sounds of your blows mixing with the squelching of her naturally loose and sloppy bovine pussy.
>Pumping ever faster, you take her tail in one hand, a horn in the other, jerking her uncomfortably backwards as you batter her hole.

>Her impressive heat and wetness wash over you as you fuck with abandon.
>With a final, hard thrust, you hilt yourself, forcing your cockhead against her womb as you unleash a torrent of pent up lust into her deepest reaches.
>Freeing yourself, you see that the milking tubes have long since run dry, Petunia's bountiful mammaries red and swollen as the machine ever tries to harshly pull just one more drop from her.
>Having some mercy, you click off the machine and quickly free her swollen nipples from their prisons, eliciting small sighs of relief from the heifer.
>That relief, however, is very short lived.
"On your hooves, cow." you bark, taking her nose leash in hand while removing the restraints binding her to the stall. "To the showers, now."
>The trip is short, but tearful.
>Immediately, you loop another chain attached to the ceiling through the ropes binding her wrists.
>Without a word, you blast her with a hose. Petunia shifts fruitlessly to escape the piercing, icy water spraying the dirt, grime, sweat and sex from her body.
>By the time you're done, her gag is now soaked, making it hard for her to breathe.
>That simply won't do. Pulling the wet rag from her mouth, the cow moves her jaw experimentally for a moment, trying to readjust.
>Just then, she takes a deep breath.
>The shrill beginnings of a scream die in her throat when you bring your cattle prod to her crotch, silencing her with a nearly shattering burst of electricity to her most sensitive of spots.
>The minotaur stares down, eyes wide and mouth agape in agony, letting you easily stuff a dry cloth into her mouth.
>Unable to fight, beg, or scream, the the broken cow can only watch in horror as you produce a marker and, one spot after another, begin dividing her.

>Limbs, flanks, shanks, ribs, all neatly divided by ink outlines.
>As a final cruelty, you slide a standing mirror in front of her, to wallow in her fate while you grab your final tools.
>Moments later, she hears your return, a bag of unknown tools in one hand, an axe scraping the concrete in the other.
>Giving the chain another yank, her arms are pulled uncomfortably hight above her back, forcing the cow to bend over to attempt to compensate.
>A table is wheeled in front of her, placing her face against its surface.
>At last, she feels the marker again, making a series of lines across her neck.
>There's a small jabbing sensation at the end, and the last thing she sees as her vision fades is you staring her down as you sharpen your blade.
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>Sometime later, Petunia awakens in her room.
>Her mind hazy, she sees the bright sunlight flitting in and tries to patch together what in the world she's doing in bed at midday.
>Body aching, she pulls back the covers to find herself covered in bruises, bandages and marks, the nose burning smell of medical rubs wafting from under the blanket.
>It all starts coming back to her, when she notices something on her bedside table.
>A large tray filled with food, and a note.
>"Petunia. Sorry if I was too rough, but I hope it was everthing you wished for. I made your favorites and took care of your chores. I'll be in the other room. Call me if you need anything. - Anon"
>With a small smile, the famished satyr dug in.




Phantom Lewd Syndrome
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>It's a hectic day out.
>The sun is shining for the first time in weeks, and the kids in town are taking full advantage of the reprieve from the rains.
>Running, jumping, playing.
>Doing all the things kids love to do while their parents struggle to catch up on the yard work.
>You watch with joy as your little girl tries to keep pace with the other fillies despite her limitations.
>It's not easy for her, with her missing leg and less than amazing prosthetic, she moves with a saddening hobble at all times.
>Her ferocious refusal to be held back thus just making you all the prouder.
>Turning back to your yardwork, you continue weeding for several minutes before concerned chatter breaks your zen.
>Looking over, you spot your daughter, hunched over, clutching her stump.
>"DAD!" she calls out.
>Wasting no time, you sprint the distance to her.
"Y-yes, sweetheart?" you pant out. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"
>"I can...feel my leg again." she winces out.
>Needing no further prompt, you hoist the satyr into your arms and carry her home as her friends look on in worry.
>Plopping the girl into a recliner, you quickly remove her prosthetic and prepare.
"So how's it hurting this time?"
>"Bent in all the wrong ways! Like it's almost backwards and it's gonna break!" she hisses. "It's turned in!"
>Nodding, you begin.
>Pressing your fingers into her thigh, you kneed deep, encouraging the bunched cords of muscle to release before gently rubbing it down.

>Slowly working your way down the haunch, you reach the stump of her leg.
>She groans in mild relief as you take both limbs in hand and bring them together.
>With one hand, you massage the existing leg while pantomiming it in turn across the "surface" of the missing limb.
>Slowly "turning" the missing body part, you realign it to a more comfortable position.
>Tension pours off her shoulders, making her visibly deflate.
>"That feels tons better." she compliments.
>Smiling, you place a hand on her knee, and the other on the bare patch of stump and rub.
>She groans and writhes as you fondle the delicate patch of skin, the sensation dragging her brain slowly back to the reality that there's nothing below this point.
>Closing her eyes, she basks in the sensation for a few moments before speaking up.
>"Thanks dad." she says in an unusally deep voice. "I think I'm alright now."
"Glad to hear it. You wanna go back out with your friends?"
>"No, I... can you just help me to my room, please?" she asks, clearly distracted.
"If that's what you want." you say, pulling her into your arms.





I never asked for this fetish (Bumper)
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>You daughter wakes, gently untangling herself from your sleeping form.
>Throwing on only a t-shirt to hide her bountiful breasts and pregnant belly, she makes her way to the kitchen.
>She hums to herself as she prepares breakfast for the household and ensuring everyone's plate is set by the time they wake up.
>Taking yours in her claws, she makes her way back and sets the tray on your bedside table before filling your glass, gently coaxing the creamy milk from her enormous bust.
>Satisfied, the giantess pulls your covers away, and with impressive grace for her size, straddles you.
>Hotdogging your shaft for a few moments to bring you to full mast, she carefully pulls her urethral plug out and drops herself, hilting you in her gentle gape.
>You grunt and writhe as she rides you, distorting your dreams with the sensations.
>Your unprepared body doesn't last long, and you quickly blast pearly floaters into her golden seas.
>The sensation tugs you from your sleep, and to the visage of your daughter gently looking down at you.
>"Good morning, daddy." she happily chimes. "Your breakfast is ready."
>Still groggy, you can't muster a coherent response, instead relying on muscle memory as your bladder relaxes, emptying itself into hers.
>She purrs at the warm, filling sensation as she's flooded, causing a small almost orgasm rolling through her body.
>Leaning forward, she plants a small kiss on your mouth before making her way to the toilet.





I never loved (You) (RGRE (You) bait bumper)
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>Twilight spends the first several years of your time in Equestria making your life unbearable.
>Babying you, demeaning you, giving you no privacy, treating you like you're an idiot.
>So you devise a plan.
>Taking advantage of her tendency to sperg out and the fact that she's putty under any perceived male attention, you set to work.
>It's actually pretty sad how easy it is to romance her, to make sure she's emotionally vested in you in every way.
>You go so far as to knock her up, then use the pregnancy as an excuse to propose.
>With her parents money, you plan a huge, elaborate wedding, the date being set immediately after the birth.
>The big day comes, your child is born, a cute little satyr filly.
>Just two days later, Twilight waits on the alter, not willing to let maternity hold her marely pride back.
>And waits.
>And waits.
>But you don't show.
>Only a delivery colt, with a letter, and instructions to read it to the procession.
>"Dear Twilight. I'm sure by this point you've realized that I'm not showing up, nor did I ever intend to do so. Consider this retribution for the years of degrading treatment you forced me to endure. I've taken my child and left town. I named her Glimmer, after your equally terrible friend, so you might think of her when you're together. All my "love", Anon."






Ariana Roll Short (pussy torture, insects)
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>Pushing through the brush, you finally exit to your special spot.
>Really, it's just a small clearing in the woods by your home.
>A place you and Ariana can slip away to enjoy louder forms of fun without having to pawn off Firginia on her sisters.
"Alright sweetie, lay down." you order.
>The enormous submissive readily complies, shedding her shorts before walking to her normal spot while you admire the view of her cheeks rolling over her princess plug.
>Straddling your daughter, you produce the first object from your bag. A small jar of honey sauce.
>Using the accompanying brush, you paint her sex in a thin, shiny layer of the sticky liquid.
>Satisfied, you pull out the next item.
>A jar with 5 honey bees inside of it, with a slip of paper between the jar and lid to allow controlled release.
"You sure you don't wanna back out, baby girl?" you ask with mock menace, tapping the jar against her clit ring and urethra plug for emphasis.
>Ariana giggles slightly.
>"I can handle it, daddy. As long as you have fun." she retorts, reveling in her submission.
"Don't say I didn't give you a choice, Ari." you tease as you pop the lid off the jar.
>Placing it carefully over the surface of her vagina, you ensure it's flush before pulling the paper slip away with a quick yank.
>The bees quickly take notice of the sweet scent, and descend from the top of the jar.
>Ariana tenses as the workers land, their fuzzy chitin rubbing across her delicate folds as they nip and prod.

>"Ahh! That feels really weird, dad!" she comments.
>Their contact seems to cause the reality of the situation to catch up to her, fear tinging her voice.
>Slowly, she reaches out, digging her claws into the ground to use the roots of nearby trees as handles.
>For several minutes, the bees enjoy their meal, their every movement drawing a twitch from their increasingly terrified host.
>But you always knew it was only a matter of time. A bee briefly tries to lift off, the excess movement sending a ripple down Ariana's body, aggravating one of her guests.
>The first bee rapidly slams her stinger down into the arimaspis delicate lips.
>You daughter almost roars in pain as venom floods her sex, her legs thrashing as her arms strain from pulling on the roots.
>Not wanting to be thrown off, you wrap your legs as best you can around her belly as you press the jar down more firmly.
>The movement and pheromones serve to aggitate the other bees, who quickly follow their sister and delivering painful stings.
>Two more on the outer lips, one on the inner. And most devastatingly, one blow directly to the clit all rock the satyrs body.
>Their payloads delivered, you remove the jar as the insects tear away, leaving their abdomens planted firmly behind.
>Slowly, Ariana's loud roars fade to shrill screams, before finally to soft sobs as her body slacks.
>Dismounting, you move to examine her.
>Already, swelling is setting in as the abandoned venom sacks cease their nerve spasms.

>Pulling tweezers from your pack, you, carefully extract the offending barbs, freeing small trickles of diluted pink blood.
>Ariana whines as you run your hand over her sex, doing her best to remain still as you savor the heat boiling off of it.
>"Are....aren't you going to use me now, daddy?" she rasps out.
>Taking the retrieval ring in hand, you slide Ariana's urethral plug from its prison.
>Unable to control her twitching muscles, a golden river flows free, dribbling down her thighs and soaking her tail.
>The young caprine goes slack as she's permitted to remove one source of tension from her aching form.
>Moving to her head, you finally address her.
"No sweetie, I'm not." You begin as you move her hair aside, letting you look into her trio of golden eyes. "I think you're hurting way too much to enjoy this right now."
>"No, I..." she flinches. "I just want you to have fun."
"Sweetie, I'm ecstatic you can enjoy pain, but you need to know your limits. Don't push yourself to breaking for my sake." you tell her as you pet her head.
"I've said this before, but communication is key when people play rough."
>She nods, nuzzling into your hand a bit.
>"Then, honestly, that was a bit too much for me. I'd like to just go home and cuddle now, if you don't mind."
"Of course." you say with a smile as you wipe away her tears. "After we get you cleaned up, you messy little goat."
>"Baah!"