She's horny

"Leave where? Who's place?" George asked rhetorically.

"Matt's!! A wealthy stud that could actually afford me!" she replied as she felt her body go into heat.

George snapped his fingers, putting the understanding of Matt now being broke and all of his assets now belonging to George Bailey as understood within Esther's mind.

It would've been too much effort waiting for Matt to open up about such a sudden change or even for her to believe their bank, so George skipped her all the way to acceptance.

She pleaded to hold onto her standard of living "Please-please Sweetie, I swear I was his, so if you've got everything he had that includes me!", bending over the edge of the tub to face him.

"Mine to do what with?"

"Anything" she softly replied with a gulp at the implications.

"Just like old times?" George lied, with her nodding desperately.

He whipped his cock out, to stun her with, and to show just how lowly she was now; instructing her to suck it.

Her hooves kept rapt near the tub's edge and her lips near his cockhead; gently licking the tip but bobbing just as weakly. Even as she felt more and more turned on with each bead of precum, she still resisted giving into her growing instincts.

Soon enough her head sprouted a pair of cattle horns, and it was no longer her decision. George pulled her head down and went to fucking her throat like a toy; feeling her groan out hard onto him and the soft wetness of her throat press down in response to his shaft.

Her lips tightly locked as she started roughly gulping down gags, squeezing around him, and a desprete urge within her to be filled. Her handlebars weren't as needed as she had started charging herself down his cock about as roughly. Esther's eyes weren't as shocked, were never apologetic, and were no longer worried; instead all she had was an animistic hunger.

She suddenly received a thick black choker with a cattle bell, and a couple hooks deployed from the back; lifting up her nostrils like similar fetish wear, and giving her the appearance of a snout to inescapably smell him with.

Esther's pitch of groaning had gone high, her throat had gripped tight, and its heat hotter than ever. George busted a fat load down her stomach, much to her appreciation, and trailed his spewing rod out; filling her throat, mouth and even painting her face with shots firing up her nose.

She came hard at being used, and unnaturally her utters pumped, almost turning the hot-tub into all milk as cum trailed down her fuck-hole of a mouth. In her detached state, the most she could groan was 'mooooo....".

George walked a bit back, and she struggled to follow; slipping out of the tub and landing on her massive bust.

"Moo!-Please use me, ple-moo!Ple-please breed me!" she begged, fully taken over by animal instincts and willing to see her ex as a master to satisfy them.