As much as he still wanted to play with the Chronivac, as much as he was aware that he would have hated this just minutes ago, Honeysuckle wanted nothing more than to be the perfect servant to Jesse. That started with cleaning up his dorm room. The mess of his and Jesse's recent transformations and the sticky drying cum meant there was plenty to do.
Honeysuckle found that Jesse must have adjusted reality as he cleaned. All his clothes were cutesy pastel items perfectly tailored to fit his inhuman form and obscene bulge. As he picked up the fragments of furniture, shoving them in a spare trash bag for the moment, he found even more signs of this. A box filled with bridles, gags and bondage gear that sent a chill down his spine and made his still erect cock throb painfully just to think about. Furniture was adapted to let his tail poke through the backs of chairs and his desk was padded on the underside to avoid hurting his eternal erection. Cleaning with his engorged horse cock was all slow waddles and cautious cleaning. Through it all he avoided the Chronivac, desperate to use it but feeling a sense of extreme fear whenever he came too close.
It took hours, lonely and painful with his massive throbbing cock, but at last Honeysuckle managed to clean up all the cum, all the fragments of broken furniture. Then, Jesse still not having returned, Honeysuckle turned to dressing himself. He had no idea what Jesse preferred so he chose the simplest options. White and robins egg blue stockings that left his pink hooves bare, a third stocking found, confusing Honeysuckle for a moment before he realized it must be fore his cock. With some whimpering he pulled that on as an obscene cover as well. A skirt over all that, held up lewdly by the erection Honeysuckle sported. A matching tank top. Then time spent cleaning and brushing his long mane of pink hair.
At last, six hours or more after she left Jesse returned, slamming the door open fiercely as she stormed into the room. She was dressed now, covering up her glorious muscles with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt (neither of which fit particularly well). The musk of her filled the room and made Honeysuckle's trapped swollen cock twitch and shudder. "Ah Honey," Jesse said, smiling, "I see you've been behaving yourself. I bet you think I should reward you?" She smirked wider, waiting for Honeysuckle's response.
At last the poor pony boy said...