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Thalia hadn't been this excited for years. The last time she felt this much joyful anticipation was when she was waiting for approval letters for the various colleges and universities around Klyneth and her parents brought the mail in to show her she had gotten four different packages. She hoped beyond hope that this day was as joyful as that day, the day she was approved to all four of the universities she applied to. In the end, she chose the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, an establishment that had long since expanded its scope to include all manner of scholastic disciplines.

Why was she so excited? She had just gotten a call that morning responding to a job application she had put out the night before. The very first application she'd sent out since graduating the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic. Having just gotten her degree, she was only a month post-graduation and already making progress on her career.

Her cell phone display told her a Dr. Rovairre was calling, so she stood still and silent, frozen in place with anxiety as she let it ring. She wanted to answer it, but lacked the courage to do so. This proved to be foolish, as after a few rings, the person on the other end hung up, ending the call.

The tiny mouse lass gulped and panicked, instantly worried that she may have just ruined her chances of getting that job! This panic made her pace around her bedroom, eyes wide and ears up high as her tail whipped furiously behind her! As a result of this, the very tip of it hit her bed post and a sharp pain shot up her spine to make her clench her fists and coil her toe claws into the carpet.

"Rats!" She exclaimed, an ironic thing for a mouse to say. Once she regained her composure by taking in a few deep breaths, she closed her eyes and exhaled. "Alright, girl, you can do this. Just call him back. It's only been a minute, he's probably still at his phone." She brought her device up to her face and went to press the call-back button only to pause before doing so. "But what if he's already calling the next person on the list? What if the line's busy!?"

This potential failure made her pace once more, doing one more lap before coming to her senses. "No, no you won't give up. Can't know what's happening if you don't call. Alright, here we go." Finally, after a few tense moments of unease and dread, she thumbed in the command to call back and waited for the other end to pick up between rings.

Mere seconds later, the ringing stopped and she got her response. "Good afternoon! This is Dr. Ilorek H. Rovairre speaking. Are you Thalia Reyes?"

Her heart stopped, but not before ascending into her throat and forcing a squeak out of her. "Y-yes, that is her. I am her. I'm Thalia Reyes." She paused and silently chastised herself. "Yes, Dr. Rovairre. This is Thalia Reyes. It appears I missed your call while I was in the shower." She lied.

"That happens, don't worry about it. You seem stressed. Everything alright?" He probed.

"Y-yes indeed. Just, you know, a little anxious is all. Job interviews can be stressful. Wait, is this a job interview? Are you testing me over the phone? Can we start again? I promise I'm more confident in person, this just sort of took me by surprise, you know? I only just sent the application last night."

Ilorek churred at her through the phone, a beaky purr of comfort. "Calm down, Thalia. This is not an interview, I'm just calling to invite you to The Ranch at your earliest convenience. I tend to prefer speaking to potential employees in person so I can see and feel their personality and aptitude. I am well aware that over-the-phone interviews are only applicable to phone-based positions. Tell me, Thalia, when might you be able to come in for a consultation?"

"Right now." She swiftly replied, not realizing that she had already made plans to visit her friends that evening. Rather than correct herself, she doubled down. "I can be out there as soon as I catch a ride. I can even get a Drag-Lyft if you need me there in the next fifty minutes."

He chuckled. "No need to rush, I'll be here all day and for the majority of the rest of the week. You can come whenever you wish, just be sure to let me know when that will be. You have my number, now, so you can call me any time. Should I pencil you in for 12:00?"

"12:00 is perfect. That's in two hours, plenty of time to catch a bus. Thank you so much for this opportunity, Dr. Rovairre, you won't regret it."

"You can call me Ilorek. Or Sir, if you're the type." He informed. She had a very respectful tone and he must have quickly caught onto that; it was common for folks like her to call their elders 'sir'.

But Thalia was a bit less formal if she had the chance. Respectful, sure, but if she could shed the formality in her speech then she'd prefer to go that route. "Ilorek is fine by me, sir." She winked and smiled, revealing her teeth to nobody but her self; Ilorek couldn't see her expression through the phone, as it wasn't a video chat. "I'll see you in two hours?"

"See you in two hours. I look forward to it." Ilorek said before hanging up.

He seemed quite nice, but most bosses did prior to being a person's boss. Nobody wanted to scare off potential employees. This, however, left Thalia to stew in her own thoughts, unsure of how to proceed. Ilorek seemed kind and casual, but this was still an interview. She had a lot to think about in terms of attire and presentation. The last thing she needed was a bad first impression.

With that in mind, she flopped onto her bed only to roll off and started rummaging through her dresser to decide what she was going to be wearing. While she did that, she called a Drag-Lyft to get her there faster. Ilorek may not have expected her there for two hours, but she was happy to arrive early and get a feel for the place in advance. Plus, that might show initiative and that should impress him!

She quickly hopped into a pair of khaki shorts and a safari-styled button-up shirt with a straw hat. While that may have seemed tacky, the position was for a ranch hand assistant with a focus on vet tech duties such as husbandry and exotic creature care. It made more sense to go with function over fashion; doubly so given Ilorek's casual, laid-back attitude thus far.

This was going to be an outstanding day, one way or the other.

Half an hour after that, Thalia was standing at the front gates to The Ranch with a dragon taking off behind her. She thought she could have the dragon place her down inside the edge of the property since Ilorek knew she was coming, but it turned out Drag-Lyft had strict rules about only setting down on roadways or designated landing pads, of which there were none on The Ranch.

While flying to her destination, she got a great aerial view of the property and thus had a pretty good understanding of the layout of the location. The Ranch was situated against the southern edge of the Vast Emerald Wood, with tall cliffs serving as borders in the other three directions. How Ilorek managed to find a property that was almost perfectly square and lined by cliffs that had to be ten meters tall was a bit of a mystery to Thalia, but she assumed there was some magic involved in that and left it.

The front gate of The Ranch was between two of those tall cliffs, with an inclined, snaking canyon leading its way to the main compound. This canyon had both a walkway and a driveway for ease of access, but all of it was behind a big metal gate that had a speaker on the side, presumably to get in contact with the security. She pressed the 'call' button and waited for a reply.

A screen popped up with a handsome hippogryph's face on it. "Welcome to The Ranch! You need in?" They asked; their voice was a little distorted and raspy so she couldn't identify it.

"Yeah, it's Thalia, by the way." She explained, trying her best to smile even while nervous.

"Oh, yeah I figured. Come on in. I'll meet you by the end of the drive." He then shut the video off and a buzzing sound came to the gate, followed by a click as it started to open up all on its own.

This seemed a little odd to Thalia. She assumed whoever that was knew that she was coming and that she was an hour and a half early, so they should have commented on that. On the counter end of possibility, maybe they didn't know and just let her in without checking her credentials! Odd.

Regardless, she made her way through the gate and used the walkway to get to The Ranch. As expected, the driveway led to a parking lot that could hold up to twelve normal-sized vehicles, and it was surrounded on all sides by vast pastures, each one slightly different. The two closest to the entrance of the farm were typical, empty, and filled with a dozen horses. Both had hay dispensaries and small shelters that were big enough to house all of the equines safely should the weather turn. They were also both connected to barns that had black and red wood, each one with huge sliding doors to the pastures.

Next came two more fields, but these were slightly different. One had tall fences with inward-facing tops, and the other was completely enclosed with nets connected to telephone-pole-height posts. Both of them had a small pond in them connected to what appeared to be a pile of boulders but clearly functioned as caves. These two pastures held feral dragons, winged and wingless. The one with the nets atop the poles was where the winged dragons were kept. Some of them were climbing the fence.

Beyond them, and past the ranch home and yard that was dead center of the entire property, were two more or less normal looking pastures that held what appeared to be feral gryphons and ulokar. There were toys and logs and things to play on and hop around, but there were minimal features there to keep either of the species from escaping. Perhaps Ilorek felt they were loyal enough to not escape.

Finally, the last two pastures - which Thalia could barely see from her position near the entry to The Ranch - were empty aside from a single unicorn roaming the one in the corner. The one closest to the treeline didn't appear to have a fence between the pasture and the trees, which told her that whatever it was that was meant to go there must have been in the forest.

She was still glancing around and trying to take it all in when that handsome hippogryph that let her in came walking across the yard towards her. He was absolutely massive, easily twice her height and many magnitudes heavier than her. He lacked wings, but had deep, auburn feathers tipped in black and gold adorning his upper half with a roan and black faded lower half that ended in huge, avian talons. His wrists and ankles were both spruced up with thick fetlock feathering, and he wore only a kilt with a bandolier over his shoulder to hold what looked like phones and other digital media.

He extended his massive hands to Thalia as he took his final steps. "Welcome to The Ranch! You're early, I like that!"

She took his hand in hers to shake it but could only wrap her fingers around one of his huge digits. Still, she shook it as best she could. "I'm here to see Dr Ilorek H. Rovairre! Is he at the office?"

"Nope! He's right here. In front of you. That's me, I'm Dr. Rovairre." He said with a gaped grin.

Thalia's already pale fur went whiter as the blood drained from her cheeks. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize!" She paused and stepped back to survey his entire body and his every feature. "I, uh, I hadn't exactly looked up your portrait and I wasn't expecting someone of your stature to be, uh..."

"To be well educated?" He joked, then put both his thumbs into the belt loops of his kilt. "I get that a lot. But no, this is The Ranch, my passion now that I'm done with academia."

She considered prodding a bit more or apologizing more profusely for the mix-up, but that last statement of his caught her attention. "Done with academia? Isn't this job that of a vet technician for exotic and mythical creatures? Pretty sure that's what the ad said."

He nodded. "That certainly is what the job is for, but only because we need an onsite vet tech to care for our many employees. We don't call 'em livestock here because we don't eat them. Wait, do you not know what we do here?" He asked with an accusatory tone overlaid with concern.

Thalia gulped and hesitated. She thought she knew, but clearly there was more to the position if Ilorek was asking her such questions. "I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure. I just thought it was a ranch, and based on your rotating stock - erm, employees - I assumed it was like a rehabilitation clinic or something. Not a lot of ranches need onsite vets, so I figured a doctor was something only needed in a rehab clinic or something like that." She certainly was worried that she'd gotten in over her head.

"I think it's paramount to get most of the juicy details out of the way before we continue." Ilorek started, then began to walk towards the nearest barn, swaying his hips so Thalia followed. "Tell me, how progressive are you with your views on sexuality?"

The question took her off guard, but she managed to recover quickly. "Well, I believe that, in the modern age, we really should be viewing sexuality with a more progressive viewpoint, and-"

"I'm going to cut you off there." Ilorek Interjected. "I'm not asking what you think of our culture's view on sexuality, I want to know what you feel. I want to know your personal opinions." He lightly poked her on the shoulder to get his point across.

"O-oh, well, um, gosh. I don't know how to answer that." She could feel her cheeks beginning to flush with embarrassment. "I guess you could say I'm positive? Sex positive, yeah. I think it's important to be who you are - as long as nobody is hurt - and that we should obliterate taboos. Nobody gains when important things like this are shied away from." She couldn't help but shyly look away.

Ilorek laughed a bit. "And yet here you are, blushing like mad and averting your gaze. Are you sure you're comfortable with sex? I ask because this job entails a lot of it."

She gulped again and nodded. "I think so. I mean, I'm just sort of surprised by the line of questioning, is all. Most positions as a vet tech or even a vet tech's assistant don't come with personal discussions of sexuality and political views. I guess if I wasn't being interviewed and just hanging out with friends, I'd say I'm very open-minded and eager to try new things. I have limits, but I haven't found many of them. Are you talking about what I'd do personally, or..." She paused to gauge his reaction, but all she could see was a sly half-cocked smirk. "Now I'm really curious to see what you've got to say about what goes on here. Is it time to fill me in?"

"Almost." Ilorek started. "So you're progressive, open-minded, and eager to try new things. Tell me, what are your stances on physical intimacy between agens and beasts?"

The word 'agen' was a catch-all term that served as a blanket descriptor for all sentient races across the globe. This included both bipedal and quadrupedal variants of each race, from the hooved errov to the avian oairans. It also included the hybrid races. Beasty just referred to nonsentient, often animalistic variants. Ferals. There was a distinct line between beasts and agens, anthros and animals, sentient and feral. It was more straightforward than it sounded.

"You mean the ethical or legal ramifications? I generally try to stay out of that discussion since there are so many folks out there who have immovable views on the matter. That said, I did go to school for three years to become a vet tech, and I've seen and heard of the sorts of things folks can do to their pets that are culturally appropriate. I can't imagine courting them to be unethical. I mean, I've had to fist mares to orgasm just to keep them tame in the presence of stallions, so no big deal." By this point, she was starting to realize what was going on at The Ranch but didn't want to say so to him.

Ilorek nodded. "I'm sort of surprised you didn't know what this place was before showing up. Did you not do research online? We don't exactly hide the nature of The Ranch."

Such a declaration inspired Thalia to scour her memories for appropriately thematic things she'd encountered in her past that might have told her what she needed to know. Just as she was about to theorize aloud what she thought might have been so secretive, Ilorek went ahead and explained.

"The Ranch isn't just any old ranch, you know. We specialize in the aforementioned relations. Feral and sentient, anthro and animalistic. Agen and beast. We offer services as a beastly brothel and also as a porn studio that specializes in that exact same orientation. Inter-species and cross-evolutionary pairings. However, due to the potential ethical ramifications, we don't just offer our services to anyone, we make sure through our behaviour experts and through tangential psychic links to our employees that there are no questions of consent or comfort." He paused to see Thalia's reaction. "Make sense?"

She had to ponder this for a moment. "So I'm not just here to fix up the beasts, but to make sure they're comfortable and happy? Makes sense, I think. Care to elaborate a bit, I'm fuzzy."

Ilorek nodded again. "Indeed. We have guests arrive and pay us to have a fun time with our employees. One of your jobs would be to treat all our beastly resources before and after they get to work. That means you should know what to look for and how their behaviour is affected by sexual encounters, in order to make sure the clients aren't being nasty or abusive. Again, it is of paramount important to ensure that our employees are cared for. First time clients need to be watched over by you or one of our other employees during the act, as well."

Every word spoken made Thalia flush a bit harder, but the longer Ilorek went on, the more of that blood flowed to her loins. She loved every bit of it, but was trying so very hard to not let it show. "I see, I see. I certainly have no moral or ethical quandries with this. In fact, uh..." She trailed off as the blush returned to her cheeks. Upon finding her confidence again, she finished. "In fact, I am pretty excited to have an opportunity to participate. I just, you know, need more information."

"More information is key. I'm sure you understand, as a trained vet technician, the importance of communication not just between beasts and their owners, but between yourself and the animals you treat. As such, communication is an important element of this job, given your list of duties while on the clock." Ilorek explained. The pair of them made it to the nearest barn, where Ilorek slid the door open to reveal a pretty mundane but well-kept stable. "You'd be busy, though. There are quite a lot of things I'd expect my onsite vet technican to tend to. Think you can handle it?"

Thalia smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "I certainly hope so! What else is there to the job?"

"A lot. None of them should be too difficult outside of the general maintenance and treatment, but there's a whole lot to do. So much, in fact, that I have to hire three folks all in your position, you're just the first of a dozen who applied."

"A dozen? Wow, you must pay well since the ad just went up yesterday."

"Yes, we do pay well. We pay very well. If you get the job, it's one gold tab per day. The porn and sex tourism industries pay very, very well, especially if your content is unique." He explained, then paused when he realized Thalia had stopped walking and had frozen behind him when he told her how much she'd be making. "You alright?"

She just blinked while standing in place, staring into the abyss. One gold tab per day was astronomical, nearly ten times the pay the average person would be making at an entry-position job just out of university. That was equal to over 1,000 silver. Per day. Some people didn't make that in a month and struggled as a result. One gold tab was an excessive amount, but the kind of money some people would kill for. Thalia instantly knew just how hard she'd have to work to show she was better qualified than the other eleven folks who had applied, which meant she'd have to shed her demure personality and focus more on what confidence she had. She needed to be assertive but kind, enthusiastic!

Ilorek let her percolate her thoughts before continuing. "Yes, it's a lot of money, but when we can afford to pay our employees that, they tend to try harder and stick around longer. I don't want to boast, but I'm rich enough, I've made plenty in my time, I don't need to get richer. All our profits go to my employees and to caring for them." He paused again to let her speak.

"Th-that's great! I just...wow. Wowee. That's a lot of coin. Are you sure you're not like, some international sex fiend enticing someone to sign away their rights so you can sell them on the international market or something? I mean, I have always been told that if something sounds too good to be true, it likely is, but not even my positive outlook on life lets me believe this is real."

"Heh, don't get too excited. It's a lot of money but it's also a lot of work, and I expect you to be on call." He explained, tempering her giddiness. "You'd be expected to do daily rounds, inspecting each and every one of the beasts on the property including some of the hidden ones in the woods. You'd have to do monthly in-depth checkups on them as well, taking blood and fluid samples for lab work - don't worry, I have someone else at the Academy to do the lab work. You'd need to do weekly instructional presentations to those who want to utilize our services so that there's no confusion or chance for mistreatment of our employees. You'd need to educate the public on the matters of bestial relations - but that's on a case-by-case basis and paid accordingly - and you'd need to be on call at virtually all times in case something happened. If the creatures get injured, I might need you to, you know, do veterinarian things to fix them up. As I said, it's a lot of work."

Thalia was practically buzzing with excitement. "Yes, I can handle a lot of work, and I'll be sure to put in my all! For that money, you can have my first born-" She paused again, realizing how silly that sounded. "Okay, not my first born, but that's still worth it. None of those things aside from the occasional checkups and maybe the medical instances sound hard, the rest sounds like fun! I love educating people, I love being an ambassador for fringe activities, I love just being around big animals! I love it all and can't wait to prove it to you!" Against her better judgement, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Ilorek's belly, hugging him! Given their differences in height, his crotch was pressed right up against her neck, the bulge of his sheath resting between her tiny, mousy breasts.

This was when she noticed he was semi-erect, but chose not to say anything with The Ranch being so sexually driven. Plus, she imagined this part of his body was equine and there were few things she adored more than horse cocks.

Ilorek remained stoic, but did seem to appreciate her enthusiasm. "That's just the brothel side of the business, my dear. Don't forget, we also run a porn studio. A lot of your responsibilities carry over and are the same for both halves, but there's a bit more to do for the entertainment side. I'd need someone who knows and understands feral behaviours how to 'fluff' the talent. As in, I'd need your help getting the stallions hard or courting the dragons so that they raise their tails, that way the actual video we film is mostly action with little room for foreplay."

"Aww, but the foreplay and courtship are the best parts!" She whined, then noticed immediately how quickly and easily she was slipping into casual acceptance of what was asked of her.

"That was the right answer." Ilorek cooed with a broad, gaping grin. "Bit of a test, there. Yes, we film the whole courtship rituals, and we definitely enjoy that part of the work. Sadly, a lot of folks just looking for porn click to the sex part, so we tend to make two versions of the video - one with the foreplay and one without - edited to satisfy both needs. Tell me, Thalia, would you at all be interested in performing in any of these videos?"

She froze up immediately. She genuinely had no clue what to say or whether this was another test. Much as she was sexually liberated and open minded, she wasn't yet sure if she was willing to commit to being in porn. She liked porn a lot - in fact, now that Ilorek had brought it up, she realized that The Ranch had its watermark in a handful of videos she'd seen in the past - but wasn't sure if she was prepared to star in one. She gave the only answer she felt she could. "I am happy to help out and all, but I think we'll wait to see if I can get in front of a camera. I'd like to, but not ready to commit."

Thalia seemed happy with her response, and so did Ilorek.

"Well, if you chose to do it, you get 50% of the proceeds from the website. We sell videos on a case-by-case basis, meaning each one sells for about a dozen silver. If one of the videos you are in sells, you get half the money, the rest goes to The Ranch for maintenance and repairs. Keep in mind, this coin is on top of your salary, and will continue to pay out even if you move onto another job. Royalties and all. Have you ever seen any of our material in the past?"

With a blush, Thalia nodded. "I may have. Probably. I'd have to check."

Ilorek patted her on the shoulder and grabbed a bridle and lead rope. "Well, I'd recommend checking a few out between now and your start-date. Assuming you get the job. I admit I like what I've seen so far, even if I'm a little worried that your size might lead to some physics-based puzzles, if you know what I mean." He patted her on the head, then pressed his hand to his lower belly, showing just how small she was compared to him. He, as a hippogryph, must have literally been hung like a horse. "I'll give you a login and password to the website so you can check some stuff out without buying."

"Th-that would be wonderful, yes. But for now, what exactly is the plan? You don't seem to know whether or not you're hiring me, so is this an interview? Do I have to do a tryout?"

"Indeed! Yes to both, this is a job interview, and you do need to do a tryout. Come with me." He guided her back out onto the field and closed the door behind them. After that, he led her past the ranch home and to the back corner where the Unicorn was grazing, explaining himself during the walk. "In truth, I'm pretty sure you've got the job, though. You were the only one out of the twelve applicants who had experience with exotic creatures and had a focus on behaviour. All of them had outstanding credentials with grades and recommendations - you included - but you stood out the most. That's why you were the first to be called. Plus, your enthusiasm is inspiring."

The pair of them came up to the edge of the pasture, where Ilorek tossed the lead line and bridle over the fence. Thalia hopped up onto the second rung with her knees braced against the top one so she was closer to him in height. "So what are we doing here?" She was getting casual with him already. He may have been well-spoken and intelligent, but Ilorek was very casual and relaxed, which helped her.

"The truth? We just got this fine gentleman stallion, and he's not proving to be very amicable to any of our guests or clients so far. I need for you, with whatever means you have at your disposal, to find out what's making him so cockshy and to see if you can get him to play well with others. He is a unicorn and therefore very valuable, but he's also an intelligent, majestic creature. Regardless of whether he's going to be an employee, he'll be treated well here. To be clear, we already figured out his problem and how to fix it, that's why this is a test for you and every other applicant. So, go ahead!" He motioned to invite her into the field, where the stallion stood tall, his horn raised to the sky and sparkling with magic, tail flagged and pose regal.

"Any means, you say?" She confirmed as she lifted her legs one after another over the fence, using her tail for balance. "And I imagine everything about my behaviour will be monitored."

Ilorek nodded confirmation. "The only thing you can't do is ask me for the solution to the problem. And if you are what I consider to be nasty or cruel to our beast, then you fail. His safety and happiness are, as I've said many times, paramount to the philosophy of The Ranch. His pleasure and comfort come first, but that doesn't mean we can't make good unicorn porn. Got it?"

"Got it." She nodded and hopped down off the fence, eyes trained on the unicorn stallion. "I can't ask you any questions, right? Like, I have to do it all myself?"

"Not quite. You can ask questions, I'll decide at my discretion if I answer them, though."

She clicked her front teeth and slowly made her way away from the fence, closing the distance between herself and the unicorn stallion. Before she got too close, she proposed the first question. "You say he's not amicable to affection, how's his disposition otherwise? I know stallions are known to be territorial and a bit, you know, dominant. Unicorns are similar but have more diversity in personality."

"Good question. He's fine for the most part, he can get grumpy or moody, but is generally tame. He responds well to handlers, just not when sex is involved." Ilorek answered, mentally taking notes.

This was good to know, so she stayed in an upright standing position, confident but not threatening. She brushed her long, flowing hair to the side and repositioned it under her straw hat. She had a lot of work to do, a lot of questions to ask, and a full-bodied checkup to enact before making a move of any kind. Her job was to find out why this stallion wasn't sexually active and how to get him to perform while ensuring he was happy and confident all the while. Not easy, especially not with unicorns. "Hey, Ilorek, what's his name?" She asked, realizing how key that may have been."

"Nebula. Stardust Nebula, but everyone just calls him Nebula." Ilorek informed.

"Nebbie! I love it!" Thaliasqueaked as she giggled. "Alright, let me do my work." She made her way across the open pasture, realizing quite quickly why it was that this majestic unicorn stallion got the name 'Nebula'. From afar, his fur and patterning just looked dark, almost black, but up close it was clear it was a deep blue, with a pattern of subtle white spots to make him look like the night sky. The closer she got while at the right angle gave his sheen a look of iridescence reminiscent of a nebula.

The first step in her process was to establish contact with him. She couldn't do much to figure out what was wrong with him or why he wasn't amiable until she got a feel for his personality. All horses had their own unique personalities, with unicorns generally showing even more than the average equine. He could be nervous, scared, or otherwise selective with what people or species he was willing to court, and she needed to find out what those qualifiers happened to be.

She kept her focus tight on him as she made her way towards his flank, standing tall to ensure he could see her and it was clear she was not sneaking up on him. Horses did not like being surprised from behind, it was a remnant of their days before domestication. Unicorns were slightly different, but the ademane laced throughout his horn meant that a defensive retaliation might come with a burst of flame or a bolt of lightning to go with the double-hooved kick.

"Hey there, buddy." She said in a soft voice, hand outstretched. While she may have been miniscule compared to him - she was barely more than a meter tall, maybe a meter and a half at most - she needed to broadcast self assurance. Beasts know when a person is nervous and that energy transfers over pretty quickly. If she showed any signs that she lacked confidence, Nebula could pick up on that and react poorly, which is why she stood tall and took her hat off so he could see her face.

As she got close, she saw that even his eyes were dark and speckled with dots like the night sky, further making it clear just how appropriate his name was even as a title. Thalia couldn't help but marvel over just how much more variety could be found in unicorns and pegasi compared to normal equines, even if terrestrial equines had more subspecies.

"How are ya doin?" She asked, voice quiet but firm as she took her final steps up to him. She paused with her hand out to see how he reacted, and while the unicorn did shift in place and thwip his tail from side to side, he didn't pull away so she gently reached out and caressed his head between his eyes and around the base of his horn. "Yeah, that's a good boy. You're not so bad. Do you mind if I-" she didn't finish her sentence, but instead flanked him a bit by walking her hands down is side and past his shoulder, certain to never break contact so he always knew exactly where she was.

He kept a keen eye on her through a sidelong glance. He wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but he wasn't threatened by her either. Of course, he had nothing to fear; she barely came up to his belly and weighed a fraction of his weight. Nebula was a strong and thick-bodied stallion to begin with, and Thalia was a tiny mouse girl with a thin wiry frame and petite features from ear to tail tips.

Once she was certain that he was not going to respond with hostility, she started testing him and probing him all over. Gently, of course; she didn't wish to upset him. The purpose of her prodding was to see if maybe he was sore anywhere, perhaps an out of joint shoulder or tense muscle. She knew a lovely massage therapist that specialized in exotics, a rather muscular canine by the name Darryl. He would likely love it at The Ranch, something she internally noted for the sake of reminding him later.

Up and down Nebula's spine she went, struggling to reach up that high while also tapping his haunches and squeezing his thighs. Not only did he not kick or pull away, but as she got close to his hindquarters he dropped sheath with cock unfolding between his hind legs. This seemed peculiar to her, as she'd not even gotten to the point where she started caressing that part of him to see if that's what was the problem. He didn't seem to be out of commission, as far as she could tell.

She glanced past his flank to see what he was doing and was greeted by a sidelong stare from the unicorn stallion. He was watching her intently as she hovered near his back side. Thalia was about to speak to him, to say something in order to calm him, but was taken aback by the sudden, acrid aroma that billowed up from underneath him. A powerful, earthen musk that came from his exposed member. She glanced down to see if perhaps he was dirty - often the muskiest of males were the ones who were cleaned the least - but she was happy to see he was perfectly groomed.

Nebula tossed his head, almost as if he was urging her to do something, lip peeled back and ears flat to his skull; he wasn't angry, just insistent.

"Calm yourself, Nebula." She said in a calm voice, eager to soften his actions. As she stood up, she noticed that the musk mixed with the image of his thick, half-erect stallion cock had made her wet. This made her reevaluate how she acted, so she immediately took a step back and turned to Ilorek, addressing him. "You say he's not performing, but he got hard for me before I ever touched him."

Ilorek nodded. "I see. Why might that be?" His voice and tone made it clear she was on the right path and he wanted her to continue that line of questioning. So she did.

"Alright, can I ask you a few questions about this boy's history?" She patted him on the chest, giving him a gentle rub. As her hand made contact, his front hoof raised up to rest upon her shoulder, the weight and strength of it nearly making her fall to her knees. In an attempt to resist without pushing him away, she wrapped her tail tip around his other fetlock while cradling his hoof in her hands.

The stallion's owner saw all this but remained leaning against the other side of the fence. "Well, there was Spike and Vel, both of which came from north Klyneth. Uh, both dragons, one quadruped, one biped. We tried with Tritus and Saethwr, both males, both biped dragons. Ceylon showed up for a bit, but Ceylon is neither male nor female. Gryphon. I tried fooling around with the stud but he had no interest in me, which is strange because all of my employees have had a go at me. Nebula didn't get hard or slap his belly for any of them and got hostile when an attempt was made at his junk."

This did give her a bit of information to work with. After listing the half-dozen or so potential partners. There were a few angles she could approach this from, and she wanted to test each and every one until she found a solution. It wasn't enough to just get him to cum, she wanted to isolate exactly what it was that made him not perform, whether it was circumstantial or environmental. He was fully exposed, his length dangling halfway to the ground and aroused, so it wasn't environmental.

Curious and eager to keep testing, she finally turned to face him again, slipping out from under his hoof to get on her knees before him. The mouse reached out and went to cradle his half-swollen flare only to have him grunt and step away, cock slowly shrivelling up and folding its way back into his sheath. That cut off one theory of hers, so she kept mulling around different ideas.

There were a bunch of potential angles to approach this issue from. As far as she could tell he wasn't unfit or unwell, as he showed no discomfort when she grabbed and probed him. His muscles were strong yet soft, showing he wasn't stressed. She thought that maybe it was a dragon thing and Nebula just didn't like scaled folk, but Ceylon was a gryphon and Ilorek was a hippogryph, both avian. Thalia was a mouse girl, and he seemed interested in her until she went to touch him, so he didn't care much for furred folk, either. There was potential for a preference in quadrupeds over bipeds, but Ilorek had mentioned that Ceylon and Spike were both quadrupeds, too.

She had one theory already, but there was really only one way to test it. As she watched the last of his cock disappear into his sheath, she got back to her feet and jogged across the pasture to see Ilorek again. "Tell me, do you carry any estrus mare scent? Urine? Pheromones? Anything like that?"

"Of course, this place functions as a breeding facility as well. We have our cocks in a lot of holes here, as the phrase goes." He paused for a second as Thalia smiled innocently at him. "Oh, alright, I'll go get some, I'll be right back."

She squeaked happily and waved as he made his way to the barn, "I'll be here, sweet thing!" She called out to him; she was about to say more when she felt Nebula's massive head pressing down on her shoulder, pulling her into a hug against his chest. He was so strong compared to her that she had absolutely no place to go, so she just wrapped her hands around his snout and waited for Ilorek.

The hippogryph didn't take long to return, and he did so with a small jar of milky, cloudy yellow fluid, presumably estrus mare urine collected during a courtship ritual. "Alright, let's see what you've got. Tell me, Thalia, how physical do you get with your examinations? This is a very sex-positive location and if you wanna take part in the kinkier aspects of the job, I imagine you'd wanna show what you can do, right?" He grinned, beak agape as he handed her the jar over the fence.

Naturally, she blushed and looked away while she took the jar. The thought of getting physical with a stallion so gorgeous was a lovely fantasy, but she wasn't sure if she was prepared to go that route so soon. She wanted to, but she had only just met Ilorek and couldn't possibly have done such a thing.

Instead of responding to him, she simply opened the jar by turning the lid and pulling it away. The scent that hit her was concentrated and powerful, enveloping her entire mousey nose and everything nearby in a literally visible cloud of estrus scent. She wasn't into it, personally, but the reaction it elicited from Nebula was immediate and fierce!

The stallion reared up and air-kicked above her, his cock quickly dropping from its sheath and growing to full length beneath him. She had to duck away and sidestep to get out from under him, which also gave her a perfect, unobstructed view of the equipment he possessed. His flare was almost fully engorged, his shaft thick and covered in throbbing veins that pulsated twice a second in time with his heartbeat. She only got a few seconds to take it all in before he descended back to all fours, head tall and stance wide with cock tensely slapping his belly.

"Do you mind?" She asked, pointing to Nebula's undercarriage while addressing Ilorek. She felt embarrassed to be asking, but the question slipped out before she had time to really think about it and wasn't going to take it back. She knew what she wanted and wasn't going to pretend she didn't.

"Go ahead." Ilorek motioned. "He clearly wants you and it's good for research. Best of luck."

Thalia nodded with a broad smile that peeled her lips back and exposed her front teeth. Her eyes fluttered with her eyelashes batting away any of the hesitation she felt. The sudden and intense action of him rearing up and exposing himself within seconds of smelling the estrus mare pheromones triggered something in Thalia of nearly equal veracity. The estrus mare scent didn't hit her like it did him, but his musk and carnal behaviour certainly did.

She wasn't exactly ready for a full mounting, but she definitely wanted to help this poor, repressed stallion out of the funk he'd apparently put himself in since arriving at The Ranch. She couldn't just peel off her clothes and lift tail to him, so she got down on her knees underneath him and hungrily extended her tongue out underneath his flare, maw open and hands caressing the underside of his shaft.

Her touch coaxed a thrust from him, one so powerful it knocked her off her knees as his cock tip hit her on the side of the face and speared his precum all over her. The scent - most of it musky, earthy sweetness - made her weak from snout to tail tip, her nether lips moist and tender with desire. She licked the slick, sliminess from her cheek and wrapped one hand around his cock to guide him, other hand prying open her pants at the front as she did so.

Ilorek watched closely with vested interest as Thalia did her work. It was clear she found the solution to the problem he'd given to her, now all he had to do was wait until she was ready to properly give him the answer; in the mean time, she was expected to take care of the stallion's needs.

She noticed him watching, so she reached out and dipped her fingers in the estrus mare scent before shoving her hand down her pants, palms in and cradling her petite pussy. She smothered herself in that estrus mare scent - which was far slimier and more viscous than she expected, which told her it was definitely not urine - and then sniffed her fingers when she was done. The equine pheromones didn't do much for her, but the more she smelled them the more aroused she became, as she was just into females as she was into males.

Unfortunately for her, Nebula was not wasting a second of his time. The longer he was exposed to the estrus mare scent, the more aggressive he became and the less he seemed to care for her meek attempts to satisfy him. He bucked, his flare swelled and deflated with each thrust, and he kept knocking her off balance as she tried her best to keep a firm grip around his shaft while still cradling her own nether lips with her other hand. She couldn't do it, especially not if she wanted to slip a few fingers into herself to satisfy her own cravings at the same time.

Instead, she slid out from under Nebula and got to her feet before briskly shimmying her pants down so that the waistband was half way down her thighs, panties still cradling her loins and soaked with a combination of her own arousal and the estrus fluid she'd smeared there.

Nebula reared up and slammed right back down, this time burying his muzzle under her tail to sample another whiff of the mare essence that billowed up from between Thalia's legs. He tossed his head back and exposed his teeth while hoofing the ground, cock slapping audibly against his belly.

This was it. "I can do this." Thalia said to herself, almost entirely oblivious to Ilorek's presence. She knew he was there, but her awareness was waning the longer she lost herself in the cloud of desire that enveloped her. All she acknowledged was herself, the scents of stallion musk and mare estrus, and the throbbing sensations that filled her midsection emanating from her own hungry nether lips. She wanted him, and knew she could handle him; she was no stranger to huge toys, even if they were never attached to 1,000kg beasts with these levels of aggression.

Still, Thalia wasn't scared. Potions existed for a reason, and they could heal any sore muscles. Knowing that, she spun around and lifted her tail, aiming her rump end towards the tip of Nebula's cock. She reached back and grabbed his flare as it was deflating, happily guiding it between her cheeks to rub against her soaking wet vulva.

She was expecting it, yet it still took her by surprise when Nebula thrust with all his might, forcing that swollen flare into her with ease, an audible pop and squelch following her penetration. She let out a wailing squeak as the pressure filled her, tail whipping about as her muscles adjusted to the stretch that invaded her loins. She was certainly able to handle him, but only just barely and only with considerable discomfort - the kind of dull, permeating malady that she felt all over despite being localized in her petite, mousey pussy.

"You alright under there?" Ilorek asked as he hopped the fence. In one fluid motion, he hopped over to her and whipped out a small vial of swirling, teal liquid. It was a potion. "You look like you could use a bit of alchemical assistance."

Thalia didn't know for certain what was contained within this potion, but it was the colour of pure ademane with pearly layers swirling inside of it. She had no way of knowing what Ilorek's credentials were in terms of potion making or alchemy, but she had a lot of experiences with them while at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic and thus knew quality and purity when she saw it.

As she reached out to grab it, Nebula bucked again, this time with enough force to knock her onto her chest. However, she didn't entirely fall over! His flare, which was fully engorged inside her, acted like a knot and kept her back end raised high in the air, his girth tugging on her lips from within!

She groaned and whimpered, squeaking meekly while reaching out with one hand to take Ilorek's vial of potion. Her chin was pressed to the ground as Nebula thrust again, obscuring her vision. She tried to wrap her tail around anything for control, but all it did was encourage the stallion to keep thrusting into her as if she was a mare. She was sore, he was too long, but the girth and heat of his flesh filling hers was divine and thus she didn't complain.

This was all made easier when Ilorek took some initiative by sidling up to the side of both Thalia and Nebula. He poured the entire vial of potion into his palm and smeared the contents of it all over the stallion's shaft and the mouse's petite lips. He was very thorough, using his fingertips and palm to caress the liquid into the flesh of both parties until it disappeared completely, absorbed into the skin.

Thalia was familiar with this method, as her sex was able to absorb potions and other pharmaceuticals with relative ease, thus allowing her loins to take on the properties of whatever was in that potion more directly and much quicker due to it being rubbed into her and forced deeper by Nebula's massive, throbbing cock. Ilorek even slid some of the potion into her by forcing his fingers in between Nebula's shaft and her tight tunnel, further aiding the process.

The reaction was nearly instant. Within seconds of having the lotion applied to the flesh of both Nebula and Thalia, the mouse's lingering discomfort dissipated and her flesh seemed to relax. She still felt the pressure and the intensity of an engorged stallion flare assaulting her most sensitive spots - most notably her g-spot - but she didn't feel like it was too much for her. Quite the contrary, her flesh was malleable enough to hunger for more! As Nebula pounded her, Thalia's sensation of being totally overwhelmed faded and she started pushing back with all her might, grunting and squeaking with each full-bodied push.

"See? Good stuff, right?" Ilorek commented as he patted Nebula on the haunches, enticing the stallion to buck once more. "My brews work like literal magic, for the rest of the day you have no limits and you'll heal from any potential wound. You're gonna be tired as hell in the morning, though."

His words barely registered to Thalia; she was completely lost in the moment and enthralled at how easily her tiny body swallowed up the stallion's flare. It was just the head, though; She took that part of his length but very little of his shaft. That all changed as her body continued to react to the potion her pussy had absorbed.

Nebula was acting as any feral stallion would, tensing up his loins as he thrust with little concern for the gal he mounted, flare engorged and veins bulging along the way. He was pumping voluminous spurts of his precum into her depths, but none of it was coming out; on the contrary, the shape of the flare and the rim of his urethral opening created a seal into her womb and he was filling that part of her without any of it escaping.

She began to feel the bloat, but only for a second until his spongy flare began to compress and squeeze alongside his every thrust. Then, as she was about to say something to Ilorek, the stallion thrust once more and forced more of himself into her, flare popping into her womb with ease and expanding inside to form a visible bulge in Thalia's lower belly!

Her eyes went wide ass he saw the distention in her abdomen and came to realize what had happened. The potion, obviously a muscle relaxant and flesh elasticizer, had enabled her depths to accommodate a stallion in his entirety, which meant her cervix did little to keep him from forcing himself that deep. She was opened up far beyond what she thought reasonable, and she loved it.

Thalia had always been a size queen and had experimented with potions for allowing her to handle more but had never found anything that mitigated her depth issues. Her pussy was big enough to take a fist - or a stallion's flare - with ease, but that cervix was always a very real, very impenetrable barrier. Whatever Ilorek had given her had removed that barrier and she had never felt so liberated.

With that in mind, she adjusted herself so that she was on her feet with her shoulder and arms braced against Nebula's front leg. With this extra leverage, she pushed back and relaxed as best she could, aiding the stallion's every thrust!

But Nebula didn't have much more stamina in him. The moment that flare popped into her womb and slammed against her deepest wall, he behaved more like a feral horse rather than a unicorn. He bucked, he slammed into her, and he thrust a few times until he managed to force all but the very base of his cock into her, his girth pressed out against her walls and throbbing veins tickling her flesh. His flare exploded inside her, filling her womb and giving her a belly akin to that of a pregnant mother, swollen and round, as his urethral ridge pulsated and he shot load after load of his hot, unicorn seed into her! He reared back, he wrapped his free foreleg around her shoulders, and bucked one last time!

The pressure was too much, and the bloat of his seed and precum quickly burst from her depths to trickle down the underside of his shaft and spurt from between her lips and his girth. This soaked his balls and left a puddle between them as Thalia collapsed with exhaustion, panties and khakis sopping

She was absolutely spent, the intensity of the stallion's mount brisk but severe. Her loins were throbbing and sensitive, yet not sore or uncomfortable in the least. The pressure of his flare inside her was persistent and acknowledged, but she was half-lucid, lost in the bliss of it all. That was, until he softened up and started to pull out of her.

His cock was wrinkling and shrivelling inside her, but his flare remained fully swollen like a knot inside her, thick and soft yet firm enough to not compress to pop out of her womb. As a result, it tugged her cervix from the inside, refusing to let go even as he let go of her and hopped backwards.

Thalia squeaked as a sudden and intense pressure built inside of her followed by an immediate relief followed by an audible squelch and splat as his cock finally burst from her depths and her womb released the remaining seed she'd trapped inside.

It wasn't until she tried to hobble out from under him that she felt her swollen depths drag along the fabric of her soaked panties. When she reached up between her legs to see what had happened, she literally felt the flesh of her womb inverted from within, vaginally prolapsed with her pussy completely inside out, the tip of it where a glans would be was the ring of her cervix, gaping and drooling seed.

She panicked a bit and went to stuff her passage back inside of her, nervously squeaking and chirping to herself as she glanced around to see if Ilorek had noticed.

The hippogryph had been paying close attention, and thus took this opportunity to lean in and help her, smearing her exposed insides with the remaining bit of the potion as he used his fingers to force it back inside. He smiled and patted her rump as he did so, a deep comforting cooing sound escaping his beak all the while. "You'll be alright, the potion does this sometimes."

"You s-sure?" She squeaked out. "Because that's, uh....you know." She stood tall and pulled her panties up, ignoring the fact that they were sopping wet with arousal and unicorn seed. She glanced over to see that Nebula had already moved on and was munching a nearby bale of hay, cock drooling precum from deep within his sheath. She felt embarrassed, but not as much as she would have had she successfully climaxed; she was immensely pleasured, but hadn't felt that full release and thus was still partially lost in the moment and a bit more resilient to bashfulness.

Ilorek nodded. "I'm sure. I've seen it before. You'll be fine, part of the potion is healing; by tonight your lady bits will be back to new as if nothing has happened. But in the mean time, do up your pants and tell me, what was Nebula's issue? How did you fix it so easily? What was the solution?"

Thalia did as commanded and meekly zipped up her khakis, trapping the stallion-soaked panties in between them and her still-tender flesh. "Uh, he's only interested in females. More specifically, female equines. All the folks you paired him with were male." She was speaking with confidence, yet couldn't help but be distracted as she rubbed her mound from over top her khakis, pleasuring herself in the process. "I checked and, uh, there wasn't anything wrong with him, he's just not interested in bipeds or males, it seems. Expose him to a dose of estrus mare and he'll probably mount just about anyone."

Ilorek's beak parted in a grin. "How'd she do?"

Nebula stepped up behind her and sat down like a dog. "That's exactly what I had in mind!" The unicorn spoke in a flamboyant voice, shocking Thalia in the process.

The mouse's eyes went wide and she gulped heavily, shaking in embarrassment. "Y-you can speak? Why didn't you...what...how...uh..." Her voice trailed off as it raised in pitch to a squeal.

Nebula had to encourage her a bit. "It's alright, not a lot of people know this, but almost all unicorns can talk, we just chose not to or never learn. We're sentient, you know. Kinda shocked you didn't know that with all your knowledge." He turned to Ilorek. "I still wanna pass her, though. I want you to hire her, she's very tight, I like that."

"Of course, Nebbie." He winked and turned to a hyperventilating Thalia. "You hear that? You've got the job!"

All Thalia could do was meekly nod while clutching her chest. She did manage to give the faintest of thumbs ups. "Y-yeah, awesome news! Can we go inside to clean me up?" She turned to Nebula and idly patted him on the shoulders before walking away. "School never prepared me for that. Nope. Was not expecting that."

Ilorek and Nebula exchanged glances before Ilorek hopped the fence and followed Thalia to the big barn in the middle of the property, chest puffed out and content with himself.

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Upon entering the barn, Thalia hobbled across the pathway and sat heavily on top of a single bale of hay, legs spread wide to keep from pressing her thighs together. She wasn't sore, yet she felt like she really should have been. The familiar tingle of post-rough-sex abuse was coursing through her, and she was expecting it to catch up with her at any minute.

Moments later, Ilorek slipped in through the sliding barn door and leaned against the nearest stall. "You okay?" He asked, showing he was concerned even if he seemed nonchalant about it.

Thalia nodded and smiled. "I think so? I'm really not sure. It's like, I feel like I should be in pain but I'm just not. My insides are telling me I've been destroyed, but all I feel is a pleasant, tingling sensation from my throat to my knees. I saw and felt what Nebula did to me and I should be dead right now, but no. I'm fine. Not only am I fine-" She paused to shoot an intense glare at him. "Why didn't you tell me Nebula was an agen? I felt so dirty!"

Ilorek couldn't help but audibly laugh, chest heaving and feathers standing on end. "How would it be a test if I told you that? Wouldn't demand skills if you thought you could just question your way out of it. I needed to know you were prepared to get dirty with any and all of our workers if the situation called for it. You didn't have to personally satisfy his cravings, but it is a huge point in your favour. You've got the job, by the way."

"I have?" She squeaked, still not fully absorbing that fact. She was so happy to hear it told to her in plain terms that she pretty much completely disregarded the discussion about Nebula. "You're sure about that? Like, don't you have nearly a dozen other potential candidates?"

"Don't try to be humble, Thalia. If anyone else can match your fervor and willingness, I'll have to open up new slots for them. I do need two - maybe three - on-call technicians for The Ranch, no reason I can't say yes to you while also saying yes to someone else. Everyone wins, here." He explained, then pushed off from the stable wall. "My question is, are you willing to do what you did with Nebula in front of a camera?"

She couldn't help but struggle to hide the blush that travelled down her cheeks and into her chest. "I, uh, I don't know." Her voice was little more than a squeak. "I'd really like to, but, I mean, can you maybe blur out my face? Can I wear a mask? Something to hide my identity? I don't have any distinct fur markings, so it wouldn't be easy for folks to recognize me." She held her tail in her hands, then lifted up her shirt to reveal her breasts; she knew that Ilorek wasn't going to be weird about it.

"Makes sense. We have a few masks and other things needed to hide your identity. I actually do have some potions, but Ceylon and I haven't worked out the kinks and the transformations can be unpleasant. One of them completely changes the colour of your fur and he said it made most of the subjects itchy. Not a fun situation, in my opinion." He tapped a toe claw on the mats on the floor as he crossed his arms over his chest. "How about we get something to eat, first. Makes sense? You really need to regain your energy after being taken so thoroughly."

Thalia reluctantly closed her legs, acutely aware of every fold in her panties thanks to just how sensitive she had become. "Sure, I suppose. You're not gonna drug me, are ya?"

"If I was, you'd be drugged already." He countered while grabbing the empty vial from his bandolier. "I can brew some potent stuff, this was exclusively for your adaptability, though. Come on."

He took her hand and escorted her back out of the barn, guiding her towards his house. They remained mostly silent en route to the ranch home, as Thalia was still trying to absorb what she had just experienced. Ilorek had seen it before, so he paid it no mind and gave it no additional thoughts. It was Thalia who was completely lost in the reality of the situation, as she had lived out one of her long-standing fantasies almost by accident.

Ever since she had grown into the tiny size queen that she was, she had always wanted to be bred like a mare. Not just from a stallion, but she knew that mares had the stallion deposit their seed directly into the mare's womb, something a mouse like her was unable to do. Rats, mice, and others of the murine race lacked the cervical dilation that would allow such a thing outside of giving birth, so as far as she was concerned her fantasy would never be more than that. She was, obviously, quite wrong.

Now, after being treated by Ilorek, she knew that this was not only something that was possible, but was something that was fairly easy and had lingering, positive effects. Every step she took, she expected the dull throbbing pleasure to dissipate into pain, but it never happened. She figured she'd be sore, but she remained in a state of post-orgasm bliss even when the pair of them stepped up to the front porch of Ilorek's abode.

He instructed her to sit down on the front bench while he went inside, so she did as asked. She was very careful to not squeeze her legs together, because she knew if she did her thighs would press against her swollen lips and stimulate her. Then, after she thought about it, she did it anyway and whimpered in delight as she felt her flesh grinding against herself all while pressing out against her panties. It was a little distracting, but she was more than happy to enjoy it while she could.

A minute or so later, Ilorek came back out with a platter of fruits, veggies, and juice. There were bananas, orange slices, halved uriel fruit, a tall pitcher of juice, some carrots, and a bowl of peanuts. Part of her felt a little offended that he'd try to feed a mouse gal some peanuts, but she didn't have the energy to focus on it for too long. Once he laid the platter down on the table in front of them, he sat on the bench next to her, sure to give her a bunch of space even as he laid his arm on the back rest.

"Do you wanna sign the paperwork today or mull it over and come back?" He asked, trying to make casual conversation. It was almost comical how nonchalant he was being considering she was shuddering in delight and concern over what had happened to her body.

Thalia grabbed some orange slices and bit into them, enjoying the juices. The sugars gave her a bit of energy and helped her to reclaim some of her lucid thought. "Honestly, I'd love to sign them now, but I think it makes more sense to mull it over. A job is a job, but this job sounds like it's a lot of work and it's pretty outlandish compared to the other positions I applied for. Lots of money, lots of work."

Ilorek nodded. "Indeed you are correct. And the porn aspect of it - should you be interested - can be a significant liability if you're not entirely sure you want to do it. There's a lot of workplace safety we'd have to go over, I'd have to send you to a weekend camp for emergency response on some of our more exotic creatures, and I'd need to test you on your knowledge of potions."

Her blush never went away, but she was able to push it aside and focus a bit more on Ilorek. "Why so reliant on potions?" She then tried to back away and change the topic, realizing that may have been a silly question. "And here I thought I was done with tests after I graduated from the Academy."

"My dear, you'll never be completely away from tests. And I am an alchemist, you know."

"Oh?" Her ears perked up, tail suddenly alive with curiosity. "Tell me more!"

"Did you not know? I used to be the leading professor at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic in chemistry and alchemy studies. Was there for two decades before retiring and settling on the ranch. I used to teach eager young folk like yourself every day." He seemed proud, and should be.

Every part of that made Thalia smile, but she caught herself as a singular question forced its way to the front of her mind. "Wait, how old are you? Teaching for decades? How long have you been doing this Ranch? You don't look a day older than twenty-five! Maybe twenty!"

Ilorek huffed and chirped at her, beak agape and head held back as every feather on his body stood on end. "Oh dear, I'm far older than that. Far, far older. I could easily be your great grandfather."

She just blinked, then squinted at him. "You're lying."

"By my honour and the skies above and the depths below, I guarantee you I am quite a bit older than I look. Alchemy has helped me out, plus I love what I do. I don't want to get into specifics, but I can assure you I'm not lying to you. I have no reason to lie." He crossed his one leg over the other and leaned back, relaxing. "How's the snackage?"

"Snackage? Trying to stay youthful, I see." She chirp-squeaked and munched down on another orange slice. "They're good, though. Thanks a lot. Still feeling kind of fatigued, but better."

She was about to say something more when something caught her eye. At the far opposite end of the Ranch, at the edge of the cliffs near the entrance, a single caramel-coloured stallion was showing signs of agitation and galloping from side to side within the pasture while the others in the pasture looked on. Then, as he looked like he was about to calm down, he picked up speed to a gallop and leapt clean over the top of the fence, hoofs kicking one slat off the poles before landing heavily on the gravel and sliding to a stop. Without missing a beat, he kicked off and galloped towards the other horse field.

He looked like he was going to jump into the mare's paddock, but stopped short in a skid, kicking up rocks and gravel at the many mares near the fence.

"Ah shit, not good. Looks like the concoction you used on Nebula is inspiring the other stallions to have a go. You stay here, I'll round him up." He stood up and went to leave, but Thalia stopped him.

"I'll do it." She said with a look of determination.

Ilorek raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You haven't signed any paperwork and anything that happens to you is officially not company responsibility, yet."

She nodded. "For sure! This is what you plan on hiring me for, right? Back me up." She hopped up and started jogging across the driveway with Ilorek keeping pace behind her, right up until she reached the edge of the pasture the stallion was trying to get in. She skidded to a stop, then realized she had an opportunity on her hands. "How much was a single porn shoot?"

This took Ilorek by surprise. "Wait, what?"

"Porn, how much do you pay for it? You said it was good money, but didn't specify."

"Yes I did, I said it was half of the proceeds from selling it online, why?" Ilorek knew what she was hinting towards, but pushed her to say it so he would be legally in the clear.

Thalia caught onto this and grinned at him. "Get the camera. I think the best way to pacify this stud is to give him exactly what he wants. I'm the one who cracked open the estrus mare scent, it only makes sense that I be the one who takes responsibility. Go get the camera, we'll make something fun."

He certainly wasn't going to say no to that, so he took off jogging towards the barn while Thalia quickly stripped down naked. The stallion was left pacing up and down the length of fence as he tossed his head in agitation, eager to get at the mares. He could smell the estrus in the air, but not its source.

Moments later, Ilorek returned with camera in one hand and a huge bottle of lube in the other. "Anything else you need?" He didn't react to her nudity at all, showing how casual it was at The Ranch.

She leaned in close and reached out to grab his bandolier so she could pull him in close. "Just tell me, is this one feral or he is another sentient agen?"

"This one's a horse. Just another feral horse. Promise." Ilorek couldn't help but chuckle.

"Good, good. I got this. Get a good view, let me review the footage, I'll decide whether you post it or not. Worst case scenario, you have some personal fap material. Let's do this." She grabbed the lube, collected some on her palm, and smeared it from clit to tail base from behind. She was, contrary to her usual personality, in control and demanding all of a sudden. Thalia internally acknowledged that this was peculiar for her, but she was known to occasionally take control with her partners, and the lingering scent of estrus mare was hitting her hard. That, mixed with the immediate memory of Nebula having his way with her safely inspired her to try again before the potion effects wore off.

Once she was fully soaked in the thick, slimy lube, she padded towards the stallion, hips swaying and tail swishing behind her. She was putting on her porn face and trying to act as sultry as she could while getting close to the stud. Only then did she look back at Ilorek, suddenly in dire need of some information. "What's this boy's name?"

"Butterscotch!" Ilorek called back from behind the camera. He had been slowly moving forward to keep with her, knees bent to ensure he got the steadiest, most opportune angles. "Why?"

"Just want to know." She answered, then returned to Butterscotch the stallion. Without wasting a moment's time, she stepped up to him with her hand out, acting confident to let him know she wasn't a threat to his mares.

Just like with Nebula, Butterscotch's agitation quickly waned as he saw her get close. His cock - which was much darker than the rest of him with a subtle, pink tip - was fully erect and swinging beneath him with every step, spewing gobs of precum all over the gravel and grass beneath him. He was quite excited, and it was her job to do something with it.

Fortunately for Thalia, she had slipped into porn startlet mode and had pretty much pushed aside any and all reservations in order to perform. She was fully nude, soaked between the legs and tail, and still sensitive from before. She also had a particular boldness to her that allowed her to step up to Butterscotch and press her hand to his snout, calming him just enough to draw his attention from the mares. As she did this, she gave the camera a sultry look to make sure it was following her.

But then, as she was about to make her move, the stallion caught the trail of the estrus scent that led directly to Thalia's groin. He sniffed the air and then pressed his muzzle into her, nearly knocking her over before he peeled his lip back and basked in the aroma.

She took this opportunity to flank him, walking her way down his side with her hands to ensure he always knew she was there - the exact same way she'd been with Nebula - before reaching under Butterscotch's belly to wrap her hands around the base of his member. The silken, velvety flesh between his median ring and balls was the only part of him that was dry, so she tickled him a bit while positioning her body so that the camera could see what she was doing.

Butterscotch hoofed the grown and grunted at her, eyes narrowed and nostrils flared in agitation as he tried his best to thrust into nothing, cock spewing more mess all over the place.

Like a good little slut, she wasted no time or energy and refused to let him waste any, either. She cupped the end of his member to catch as much of his fluid as she could, then used it to add to the lube that was already coating her tender, swollen loins. Doing this, she was able to slip every finger of hers into herself with ease, almost by accident, and had she wanted to go past the wrist she could have.

While this was kinky and fun on its own, she was performing for the camera now and knew that she had an opportunity to really drive traffic to the site and make a lot more money if she went a different route than the one she'd taken with Nebula. But first, she got down onto her knees and crept underneath the stallion's undercarriage, ensuring his cock tip was right at her face level. Butterscotch was considerably smaller than Nebula, but his member was still huge and he was still a stallion compared to Thalia's petite mouse frame, so she had a plan in mind.

The stallion had no care for her plans, however. He just wanted and needed to get off, so he bucked and spurted another burst of precum right into her face, splashing her from lips to breasts as his tip jabbed her muzzle.

This tested her, as she was trying to balance two completely separate elements of the situation in equal measure. She was tasked with taming this stallion's lust while also performing for the camera, which made things a bit complicated. In that brisk moment, however, she had just enough lucidity to realize that The Ranch would prefer a more natural look and feel to the smut they peddled. What little she'd gathered from her interactions with Ilorek told her that the money-shots mattered less than beasts.

Her knowledge and understanding went a long way towards guiding the rest of her brisk tryst with the stallion. She could have edged him on, to get him excited but deny him release in order to get more footage, but the reality of the situation quickly brought her back to reality. She knew that a horse's session would be intense, short, and messy - just the way she liked it. So rather than tease him with her mouth or focus on sucking the seed out of him while he got increasingly agitated, she turned around while still on her knees with her tail up, exposing her tail hole and pussy lips, both soaked in lube and stallion precum, both ready to take all he had to offer.

Only, Thalia had already had her pussy and womb obliterated by Nebula. This was porn and a feral stallion couldn't tell the difference between an aroused cunt and a well-lubricated asshole, so she grabbed his cock tip and helped guide him.

He thrust and bucked into her, almost knocking her off balance with each motion. His tail flagged and he stood tall like he was performing for the camera, allowing her every squeeze and redirect to entice another action out of him. He was just a feral stallion, he knew only the sensation of touch, not the intent of guidance, at least not when his cock was out and ready to wreck a mouse ass.

She knew better than to make him wait any longer. He was already getting aggressive by hoofing the ground and tossing his head back in agitation; it was only a matter of time before he reared up, potentially pinning her underneath his massive frame. She knew equine behaviour well enough to know that, even if she did feel a little ashamed for not knowing Unicorns were usually sentient. With that in mind, she cradled his cock with one hand and braced herself as she aimed it right at her tail hole.

Butterscotch didn't need any further guidance to find his mark. The very instant his soaked glans touched the rim of her rump, he bucked again with such ferocity that his cock popped into her and buried the majority of its length under her tail in a split second, probing her abdominal wall from inside in the process. He whinnied and nickered as he clenched his loins, tensing up every vein in his cock.

Thalia once again was shocked that this not only didn't hurt but also felt absolutely wonderful to her! Such a massive, thick, unforgiving member bursting into her and plowing through her depths to straighten out her guts inside should have ruined her, yet she felt only pleasure. No different to her than a well-endowed fellow mouse or maybe a slightly larger partner. Intense, but not overwhelming. She certainly could feel the sloshing in her belly as her bowels got rearranged to be in a straight line rather than wrapped around her insides, but that was deeply pleasant rather than concerning.

Of course, that was really all it took for butterscotch. After his cock slammed itself as deep as it would go inside Thalia's booty, he gave a handful of powerful thrusts - each one a bit deeper so that the moisture and lube from her pucker left a mark farther and farther along his length - he gave one final thrust and his flare exploded inside her, bulging out her belly and testing the limits of her bowels. This lasted for only a moment before his loins pulsated, his veins throbbed, and his urethral ridge intensified, pumping shot after shot of hot equine essence into her, bloating her in the process. Before long, his voluminous load churned about inside her, seeping outwards both deeper and closer to her twitching hole, escaping a drop or two at a time.

She curled her toes and clenched her fist, struggling to deal with the intensity that Butterscotch offered her. Most notable of these offences was the weight he pressed down upon her, grinding her knees into the gravel and palms into those same sharp rocks. The girth and firmness of his shaft were pleasant to her, the length of it that disappeared between her cheeks a satisfying and filling experience. But that gravel made her very happy this didn't last long.

He bucked halfheartedly a few more times, stirring her loins and sloshing his seed around inside her before his member softened and pulled itself out. The release in pressure allowed his load to course through her bowels and escape her pucker the instant his withered flare burst from her, its widened berth acting like a plunger that pulled much of his essence from her in the process.

This left her gaping and sagging, her rump a cavernous, fleshy tunnel from hole to her deepest depths. Of course, this only lasted for a few minutes until an instinctive, subconscious twitch took over and every muscle in her abdomen constricted in place to close her up, resulting in a guttural squelch as the air was forced out of her followed by the sloppy slaps of her bowels peeling outward and sagging over her pussy lips.

Just like before when Nebula's flare pulled her womb from her belly, she managed to squeeze her own bowels out in the wake of an aggressive, feral equine.

Fortunately, Ilorek had stepped up and crouched next to her as Butterscotch wandered away to chew some nearby grass. He kept the camera in hand as he used his free hand to cradle her guts and slowly push them back in, gently caressing her pucker each time to soothe her before continuing. Then, once he had eased the last of her bowels back inside, he took one nice close-up of her pucker and ended the shoot, the final frames being of a wide shot of Butterscotch and then Thalia's whole body.

The moment she realized the scene had ended and she was put back together, she collapsed in place, breasts pressed to the gravel and legs spread with tender ass leaking stallion cum. "So, what are you gonna do with the video?" She asked, cheek pressed to the ground and voice garbled.

Ilorek cradled her shoulders and helped her to get to her feet. As soon as they stood up straight, he tossed a single lead line around Butterscotch's neck and grabbed both ends near the stallion's chest, knowing that he was pacified and wouldn't run. He addressed a weakened Thalia. "That's up to you. I could blur out your face, post it as is, or just do nothing at all with it. Want to watch what I do?"

She stumbled and found herself leaning against him, using her free hand to brush off the gravel from her knees and forearms and belly. "I'm so tired, can we sit?"

"Sure, I'll get you some orange slices." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of twenty silver bills to give to her. "It's not much, but whatever happens to the footage, I want you to have this. If we sell it on the website, you get half the revenue."

Thalia nodded and squeaked. "You told me. Let's go inside."

with that said, Ilorek escorted the stallion back to his pasture and quickly hammered the top slate of the fence back in with extra nails this time. He then carried Thalia back to his home and let her sit on the front porch near the platter of food that was left there earlier.

She had a lot to think about, but her future was looking pretty clear. If nothing else, the access to potions that allowed her to do such things sounded like reason enough to take the job, and that was before the free access to all these exotic beasts and all the money she was making. Thalia was set in many ways, there was no way she was going to ruin this for herself. All she needed to do was decide what happened to that footage; that would decide in her mind whether or not she participated in the porn side of the business.

In some ways, the smut was more appealing to her than the money and the position as technician! That was how it worked, some days. This was no exception.

Before she was able to regain her strength through the many fruit slices and veggie sticks, she caught sight of the most gorgeous equine she'd ever laid eyes on. This horse - she couldn't determine whether it was mare or stallion - had chocolate coloured fur all over, with a black mane and tail each tipped with gold. Their fetlocks had the same black to gold fade, but it was the mane of feathers around their neck that really caught Thalia's eye. It was like a pegasus but lacking the wings and possessing the size of a Unicorn like Nebula.

She turned to Ilorek. "I'll take the job, but you've gotta promise me I can do a scene with that one." She said, pointing towards this gorgeous chocolate, black, and gold equine.

"Oh, that's Ocerre. Yeah, you'll have a lot of fun with them." Ilorek stated, deliberately refusing to gender the beast. Clever, clever Ilorek.

Thalia rubbed her tail nervously while flicking her ears. Yes, indeed she would have fun with that horse. One way or another, she was gonna enjoy every second with that equine.