Just wait until take-off, Jill told herself. You can change seats after that.
She turned her head into the aisle to take a subtle breath. At least the equine had worn perfume, but the powerful musk the slutty creatures were known for still hung around them like a cloud. It was repulsive. Kind of. More unpleasant really. Well, maybe. It wasn't bad exactly, just.. disconcerting. Yes, that was it. Disconcerting.
The acceleration pushed her back into her seat, forcing her to turn her head forward. The equine had chosen a really nice perfume. Flowery. It mixed well with her natural musk. A perfect blend for the bedroom. If only they were somewhere private like that. Maybe then she would feel more comfortable around that scent. It was disconcerting to be smelling it on a public plane. But in private, it would definitely be... stimulating.
The seat belt sign switched off. She'd move in a minute. Just one minute to enjoy the tingling arousal. The plane was almost empty so where was the harm in letting her nipples stiffen and her folds get a little moist? If she gave off any scent no one would notice next to the equine.
'Excuse me,' said Stella, 'I need to get up to milk myself.'
Jill blinked several times to wake herself from her daze. 'I'm sorry, what did you say?'
'I need to get past so I can go milk myself.'
'Milk yourself?'
'Yes. Equines build up a lot of milk and jizz in our tits and balls and it gets very uncomfortable if we don't express it often. So if you don't mind.'
Jill looked around the seats and isles and back at Stella. 'Where are you going to do something like that?'
'Usually we have milking stations but unfortunately since I'm travelling I'll have to use a travel kit in the toilet.'
Jill frowned. For some reason she really cared about the comfort and dignity of this equine. She had no idea it was because the pheromones had bonded her to the herm. Jill scanned the plane again.
'Why not just do it here under a blanket? I'll keep an eye out for you.'
Stella beamed. 'You're so kind. My kit is in my hand luggage.'
Jill nodded and grabbed the kit from the overhead locker, plus a couple of blankets. She handed the tubes and suction cups to the equine and sat back down, watching intently as Stella exposed her tits and cock to put on the kit, then placed a blanket over her new friend.
'A shame there isn't some place more private to do this,' said Jill. 'I'd love to see the process more closely. Maybe even help out.'
To make her point clear, she reached and grabbed Stella's balls through the blanket and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Behind her a stewardess coughed lightly to announce her presence. Jill spun, snatching her hand away as though she'd been caught reaching into the cookie jar. Her face burned with embarassment.
'I'm sorry to interrupt you. Would either of you like a refreshment?'
Jill stuttered that they were fine. She had no idea that the recycling air was already spreading Stella's powerful pheromones, bonding everyone on board to be more open to the equine's needs.
'She's probably caught people doing worse,' chuckled Stella when they were alone again.
Feeling emboldened, Jill draped the second blanket over them both to hide her wandering hands. She snuggled in closer to Stella.
The stewardess passed by a few times. Each time her smile was larger and more sultry. At some point she discarded her bra and her nipples poked prominently at her uniform. Jill caught the way Stella was staring at those headlights and ditched everything above the waist, giving her new friend a good eyeful of her plump tits before snuggling back under the blankets.
'Mmmm, that'll do for now,' said Stella. She tossed aside the blankets to remove the milking cups. The stewardess appeared immediately.
'Allow me to get that cleaned up for you,' she said taking the milker.
'Thank you. Give the tank a good shake and pour it into a couple of glasses for us, and maybe one for yourself as well if you like.'
For a moment the stewardess seemed shocked, but her smile returned and she nodded her head.
'While we wait for our drinks allow me to get you cleaned up,' said Jill. She leaned down and got to work licking Stella's softening phallus clean while Stella brought the blankets back over them. No longer able to control herself, Jill snaked a hand between her legs and rubbed at her sopping, lengthening slit.
The traces of cum where the suction tube had been were delicious, and much to Jill's delight more was dribbling down from the source. She worked her way up to the bumpy ridge surrounding the wide, flat tip, making little whimpers as her taste buds exploded with delight. She flicked her tongue and tickled the ridge, then swooped over top.
Her ears twitched and felt scratchy against the blanket, so she tugged it down and let it slide to the floor. That was better. She could see what she was doing now too. Such a massive dick, hard again because of her. Could it really fit into her mouth? Yes. Instinctively she knew, yes.
She opened her plump lips wide and swallowed the tip of the horse dick. She was rewarded with a thick dollop of spunk. It was enough that if Stella were human, the fun would be over. But Jill knew this was just the start. A wad of tasty, addictive splooge to wet her appetite. She tossed her head back, rolled the ambrosia around her tongue, and swallowed.
The stewardess came down the aisle with two glasses. Her tits were straining against her shirt and there were damp patches developing around her nipples that were poking like a pair of thumbs.
'Thank you so much for allowing me to have some of the mixture of your milk and cum,' she said. 'It was positively delicious. I hope you don't mind but I put a splash in each of the two coffees the other couple in first class ordered. The airline could do with some good reviews.'
'You're trying to impress the wrong people,' said Stella. 'Equines are a growing market. Your airline should have equine class seating, where we can fuck slutty stewardesses during the flight, be served a regular supply of jizzcream, and where the in-flight movies are all Ling Colt pornos.'
'Don't forget a proper milking station,' said Jill, handing back her empty glass. 'I'm not even equine and frankly I could do with a good draining.' She squeezed her huge tits and drops of milk dripped from her dark, two inch teats.
'I know how you feel,' said the stewardess squeezing her own tits. The damp patches grew larger. 'I'll be right back with the travel milker.'
Jill returned to giving her blowjob while they waited. She couldn't see, but the other couple in business class were heavily petting one another beneath their blankets and the curtains to economy thickened to heavy quilts that dampened most noise. A good thing too because she was starting to moan wantonly around the thick shaft while she practically fisted her own cunt.
'I'm so glad I got seated next to a shameless slut,' said Stella. 'I don't even know your name and your gobbling my dick like a starving whore.'
The utter depravity of what she was doing struck home and Jill let out a muffled screamed. Her body shook and trembled and her juices squirted around her wrist as the orgasmic waves crashed and rolled through her body. Shameless slut. Starving whore. The words burned into her soul.
She was done with foreplay. She climbed onto Stella and lined the equine's steely shaft with her snatch and sank down. Inch after inch slid inside her. There was so much to take, but she knew she could take it. Her hole was a deep pit of lust. She was made for taking horse cock.
The stewardess took her vacated seat. 'I checked our policies and discovered that we have special protocols for equine passengers,' she said while fitting the cups to Jill. 'On all flights where equines are booked, first class is to be reserved for equines only or those who are willing to sign a waiver stating that they are comfortable with open displays of sex.'
'Yes,' said Jill. 'I remember signing it. Didn't it also say something about pornography?'
'It did. We have several Ling Colt films available on the in-flight media. I've reset all the first class monitors and unlocked the pornography. Feel free to watch as much as you like. You don't need headphones either, as first class is soundproofed.'
'OH FUCK YES!!!' screamed Jill, letting herself go fully as she rode Stella and felt her milk express into the cups. She lifted her skirt and shamelessly rubbed her huge, bulging clit.
'Have you got Ling Colt does Manhattan?' asked Stella.
'I'll check.'
The stewardess tapped the screen on Jill's seat and scrolled through a few dozen smut titles, all with very graphic images of Ling Colt in various sexual positions to advertise their content. The airline employee's straining top morphed into a black mesh shirt and her black nipples, free at least, grew outwards to an impressive three inches long.
'It's the one where she gets gang banged by a basketball team, right?' she asked.
'Yes. It also has the scene where she helps at the cum kitchen.'
'Fuck, I love that scene. Here it is.'
The stewardess hit play and the screen was filled with the image of Ling Colt sucking herself off while she was riding the subway.
'Would you like some jizzmilk? I just remembered we received a fresh supply during boarding.'
'I'd love some,' said Stella.
The stewardess stood. Her ass cheeks poked out from under the mini-skirt as she sauntered off in her six-inch heels.
Jill was no longer rubbing her clit. She was stroking it. Her entire fist was wrapped around her mutated clit and it was growing larger. It was thick too, like a can of coke made of flesh. She wondered if the tube from the milker would fit over it. It did.
The stewardess returned with jizzmilk and Jill snatched a bottle from her hands. She guzzled it down. Milk gushed from her tits and her clit felt like a dam that was about to break. She screamed with joy, the pleasure in her body climbing and climbing to heights beyond what she thought was possible, until finally the dam gave way.
A slit opened at the end of her clit as it morphed into a horse cock. Cum flooded out even as it grew fatter and longer. Her shaft turned a mottled pink and brown and her sheath grew a fine coat of white fur to match her pale, freckled skin. The tail that sprouted from her back was copper red, just like her hair.
Her wild bucking pushed Stella over the edge, and Jill felt her insides get flooded with horsey jizz. There was too much even for her deep cavern to hold but luckily the well trained stewardess was there to lick up any cum that squeezed out.