It had taken too long for Jenny to finish her milking. Leia and Florence were already whinnying and spraying their juices everywhere. Dorris was barely even wet, although her arousal was burning hot. She kicked the floor in frustration.
If she went back now she'd make mistakes and sell for too low. Leia had her confidence, but she wanted money for all of her foundations. She was more than just her perversions. It wasn't her fault if they overlapped a bit with her altruistic intents. She needed to be quick though.
She stood and slipped her hand inside the cock milker to gather some lubricant and switched the monitor over to extensive collection of porn shipped with the machine. She'd never watched the greatest pornstar in the world in fear that someone would one day hack her browsing history and blackmail her, but that wasn't a concern with a computer used by multiple slutmares.
There was so much to choose from and not enough time to figure out what kind of depraved acts she was in the mood for. One title caught her eye. A five minute don't cum challenge. The caption promised a free evening with Ling Colt herself if you recorded yourself lasting the full five minutes. It was perfect, and also served to remind her to twist the security camera toward the wall to further avoid the chance of blackmail.
Dorris lied back down on the floor and glided her lubricated hand over her folds. A counter started on the screen and it flashed to life with a quick barrage of roughly cut porn clips from Ling Colt's entire body of work. Close ups of horse dicks of all different shapes and sizes ploughing her pussy mixed with an equally diverse range of equine pricks slapping against her face. The moving images shifted so quickly it was hypnotic.
The timer reached a minute. Dorris spread her legs wider and curled forward to slip her hand inside her slick folds. One finger, two fingers, three. Her snatch hungered for more. Her entire hand eased inside her love tunnel. Years of pushing the boundaries with her masturbation had stretched her out.
Ling Colt slurped and slobbered over beastly shafts and took them two at a time in her ass. Dorris started to recognise scenes as though she'd watched them before. Maybe she had. She was a porn addicted pervert with a fetish for equine herms with an extravagant collection of horse dildos. Why wouldn't she have spent most of her evenings flicking the bean to the nastiest slut in existence?
The timer reached two minutes. Dorris withdrew her fist from her soaking snatch and grabbed one of the multitude of dildos suddenly strewn around the floor. She gave it a long lick, her eyes never leaving the screen, and shoved it into her cunt.
She could barely see Ling now. In every shot she was surrounded and plugged airtight, or buried beneath a sea of horse dicks while she was on her knees. Dorris knew the name of every performer attached to each cock. Her collection was comprised of their molds. She'd sucked them all, buried them in her ass and snatch, and milked them between her udders.
The familiar sensation of a shaft splitting her cleavage confused her as both her hands were busy ploughing three feet of plastic into her sloppy love tunnel. She looked down and realised it was her own cock. Almost four minutes into the impossible challenge and she'd managed to not even think about her favourite part of her own body. She should have recorded this attempt after all!
The final minute counted down. The screen was flooded with cumshots. Jizz squelched from Ling's cunt, splashed all over her body, and pooled in her open mouth. Dorris could never get through this part and today was no different. Her cock surged and spewed her jizz into her waiting face and her juices squirted around the dildo.
The years melted away and Dorris and Florence were once again sisters. Dorris was the respectable face of the two and had cultivated a reputation of prudishness to create a shield of respectability in the human city, but behind closed doors she was a massive pervert and utterly addicted to porn.
She cleaned herself up, tidied the dildos away and returned to the office. Florence was on her knees cleaning Leia's cock with her tongue and the room was still a mess of love juices.
'I don't know why you ran off sis,' said Florence. 'Leia already knows your secret.'
'That may be so but I'm hardly going to put on a show for my blackmailer.'
'You already have,' said Leia and she wiggled the disk in the air as a reminder.
Dorris took her seat and the cushion squelched. Her dress soaked through immediately and she wondered why she'd bothered to put it back on.
'I don't know what you hope to gain from this. Most humans accuse me of being a fraud already and you'll only bolster their bigotry if you release that video. I'm not selling the salon either.'
Leia set the disk down and slid it across the desk. 'I want you to be honest about who you are. Equines feel ashamed of themselves because they don't have your self-control, but that self-control is a lie. By trying to blend in with the humans you're hurting your own kind.
'You provide shelters. You fund degrees. You sponsor jobs. But all of those young mares you help are miserable, because they're afraid of disappointing the impossible standards you set. They need to know that you're just as much of a slut as them, even if your lovers are plastic.'
Dorris took a moment to absorb what Leia was saying. 'How do you want me to tell them?'