Devotion {TF, Beast, Public}

The idea wouldn't be to terribly far fetched given the situation. She would be a shapely young woman, Driven from her park avenue apartment when her fetish was discovered, She couldn't help herself! Ending up knotted oraly by one large Stray or another she brought at home, When her muffled screams brought neighbors kicking down the door to see her, With her nose almost buried into some Stray mutts rump! Her jaw nearly broken as it shifted that knotted length into her mouth. She had spent nearly an entire hour in that lewd position as people came in and out of her apartment, Talk of evicting her, Taking pictures before that knot deflated enough to let her try and plead her side of the story, To make matters worse? The Dog belonged to her neighbor. Eventually she found herself on the street, Deciding life wasn't worth it if she couldn't indulge in her fantasy's bringing her to her Current position.

She could of been called a shapely woman before that event that happend now nearly 24 hours ago, It seemed like another life for her when she had come to that high end costume shop with quite the proposition, One they certainly couldnt refuse when she offered them her Credit cards and bank accounts to work from, From there it would of taken hours of striping the young woman, Revealing those ample sized breasts, Little more than palmfull's, Those pert fleshy nipples that stood painfully erect, Her smooth tummy and those shapely hips complete with an ever so slightly Plump Valentine shaped rump. They joked, Poking fun at her that she would better fit the costume of a Mare than a Simple Pup to be bred and mounted at some local park, Yet she insisted every step of the way, Happily parading around nude as she told them down to the last detail what she wanted.

Finaly the time would come, Almost Gleefully they would get to work, Oiling her liberaly with scented, Pheromone laced oils, exploring every inch of that rich caramel hued flesh till it dripped in heavy beads down her curves, Those long, almost raven colored locks would be bathed in those oils, Brushed back, Till they would be matted against her shoulders and to the small of her back, Next came the bondage, that heavy latex bondage. First would of been those heavy paws, Her hands worked into them, Her fingers tucked under and worked into each of the little paws, her own weight threatnign to crush each finger, Her legs next, With her toes worked into the hind paws, The bondage worked up slowly, Extra thick, Tight around her legs forcing her legs to bend till she cried out, Thinking her knee's would be broken under the stress as she resisted, But soon settled in, Her legs forced to be bent, The proper height for a large breed dog, The bondage worked up her oiled form more and more of her flesh vanishing before finally would be that work of art, that heavy muzzle worked over her head like a mask, Able to see out of the eye slots perfectly before she felt a hand working into her mouth, If her story was true she could easily accept the mans hand as he was busy working that rubbery mold over her teeth, Told to bite down again and again till it started to work, Binding to her teeth, Irreversible by this point, Her mouth connected to that muzzle that would open and close with her mouth, Yet never allow her mouth to close entirely, Forcing her to drool just the slightest bit, Once in the suit, Transformed into a shapely bitch they decided on the Fur, The color, thickness. It would be a painfilled experience as the fur was attached to the Latex last, Using what she could imagine only as Hot Glue it would feel as if it were being attached to her very flesh, But soon it would be complete, The illusion done, In every respect the Shapely woman transformed into a simple Mutt, Some unknown large breed Canine that would radiate with the scent of being in heat, A scent of need, And before the night was done she was sure to show a few old dogs some very new tricks, And even an all to curious owner or two in the process.

The Switch {Trap, Yaoi}

It was early, Painfully early when his sister came into his room, Rambling on with her current list of problems at school, Only the last part he paid attention to, When she pulled him from his bed, Begging him to pose as her at school. It wasnt possible he wanted to say, No way it would work! And most importantly.. Why? They would of been all valid points he could make, If he could shake the sleepy haze from his head as she pulled him along into the bathroom. He would be in auto pilot for most of her all to convincing speech. His eye's barely opened, Until he felt his sister pulling that barrowed thong up, Allowing it to press deep between his small round ass cheeks, trying to keep his cock from being as visible as possible, His soft, Now cherry stained lips parted as he let out a whimpered moan feeling that silken thong against his length, Digging into his backside, Pulled high over his hips, It wasn't her Ass on the line, She didn't know what she was so worried about! She had made it clear just to go with what ever happend in school and she would reward him with all sorts of naughty things, It was a risk he had to take, a once in a life time chance to do those naughty things to his sister he had only dreamed of. He wouldn't resist, Even as he felt her soft fingers teasing over his shaft, caress his balls as she in vain tried to find that magical position where they could not be seen. She sighed as she got back on her feet, and did some last minute fixes on his hair. Before he even realized it his transformation had been complete. Painfully aware of that teasingly tight Thong the outfit was nearly complete, From those short little uniform shoes that barely came up to his ankles, To the oh so short little skirt that would barely make it past his mid thigh. Finally the time would come, He couldn't help but to nod eagerly along with her instructions, Which would fall mostly on deaf ears. His tummy knotted up just from feeling her hand along his length as she squeezed and worked it to stay mostly hidden, It would certainly be a long day.

The Princess Ride {Beast}

She was the princess of a bustling Merchant empire, Yet the day came thanks in part to her father, A man who had dealing in everything from weapons to slave's, He had Accidentally allowed a princess visiting a nearby village to be branded and sold off as a slave, As if that wasn't bad enough, Gaining only a silver or two not even the price of a ransom. The army marched down and sought to burn the kingdom to the ground scorching every last stone, The Castle being the first to fall leading to the Hasty retreat, The princess's form a supple milky hue with long, Dirty Strawberry blonde hued locks of hair, Full rounded breast stained with a light sweaty sheen, smooth little tummy and a valentine shaped rump. She was busy eyeing that fine Stallion, In Full shimering Armor. The plan? Ride to one of the friendly nations and get help! Yet she hadn't a clue how to even ride a horse properly, In haste Somehow she managed to be pushed onto the Stallion backwards, With The bonds to loose, They did well to hold her on top the horse for a single stride, Possibly even Two before they allowed her to slide down around that heavy barreled chest of the stallion, Eclipsed in darkness her only clue to what happend? Feeling the not so gentle Snatch of her hair by those powerful strides of the Stallion, Her form hidden almost perfectly by that heavy Mail armor and the battle dress as she slipped from atop the stallion, Around its side to hand from its belie. That long battle dress the Stallion wore would hang Nearly to the ground below. The only give away that she was even there on the apparent Riderless horse? The sight of those long locks of hair that almost Matched the Stallions own Mane. The princess screamed for her life as the Stallion took off, Heavy hooved limbs kicking up sand and mud, Blood stained grass upwards to splatter her one perfect milky complexion. By time the Stallion started to slow to that heavy spirited Trot she was left bouncing, Up and down her bare breast crushed against its swollen stomach, Her thighs parted, Stretched upwards Almost wrapped around the Stallions neck, Tied by the ankle to its Reigns. Tight tight enough that her body was pressed firm against its body yet able to sway, Swing idly against its underside as she was left with her head tilted back, Groaning softly, That heavy gallop leaving her dazed, Drooling ever so slightly with a bruised lip. The smell under the horse nothing short of Dizzying, Thick balmy scent of its sweat she stared, Watching those thick swollen melon sized orbs. Swollen leathery orbs bounce and sway with every stride the Stallion made, Dripping with large beads of sweat that would occasionally be sent to splatter against her gentle features. She stared at it, Watching with an lewd interest with little clue what the feeling of her painted lips brushing against that heavy sheath would mean in the cumming moments.

The Park Trap. {Beast, Trap, Yaoi}

It was just a simple shortcut thru the part, What could possibly go wrong he told himself again and again, Oblivious to others around him save for the lingering stares he may of gotten, It was all thanks to his sister! That lovely twin who right now at home Cursed her boyfriend for cheating on her, The very same person He was out to meet! Of course, Posing as his twin at the moment, That oh so s hort Yellow dress was hard to miss, Hugging that shapely little firm, Lack of bust was commen for a girl that age, With a cute little black Choker fitted around his throat he had no idea just how well it made him fit for what was to come, Those short locks of hair brushed to a painful perfection just to mimic that all to cute look his sister achieved effortlessly, With Black Thigh high stockings and matching tennis shoes the outfit was complete, He blushed furiously with just the thought of what he was setting out to do, Posing as his sister, and so publicly. All for the sake of ruining her good name, Having her painted as a harlot, A Slut to her friends and in the eyes of her boyfriend, After all, He could swallow a little to get revenge for what ever petty thing she had done to him right?

It was something he certainly hadnt seen coming He had done everything right to pose as his sister, right down to that apple scented perfume that peppered his milky hued flesh which now would glisten ever so slightly with sweat, He hard worked every few moments to tug at that oh so tight little dress, Keeping it down never allowing it to roll upwards around his hips, Oblivious to that large canine fast approaching from behind, Or the boys yelling in the distance for the Dog to "Get 'er!". There would be A Meek cry escaping his gentle features when the dog attacked, Pouncing on him almost and Knocking him down to his hands and knee's looking panicked as he stared back over at the dog, Cursing at it to go away, Swatting at it even as that long cold wet nose would work under that dress poking at that simple white Thong style panty he wore with a blush, He couldnt move, Terrified of what that dog just might do, Yet he eagerly greeted the others, The dogs owners as they approched, Knowing it was their dog from the first instant he saw them, Mostly due to the fact that he was well aware of these little displays that left more than a few girls hobbled and unable to walk straight for quite some time. They made no movement to pull the dog away as its cold wet nose pressed forward between those cheeks forcing heated whimpered moans from those cherry stained tiers. Before he could curse them farther, The boys moved, His eyes wide as they grabbed his arms forcing him face first to the ground in the middle of that path thru the par. Leaving that shapely backside raised, He tried to resist but found himself helpless as he felt that pair of hands working that dress up over his hips ever so slightly, just enough to roll those pantys down to reveal that perfect pink little entrance. He squirmed, Pleading with them as he faught to get free, Right up till he felt the large dane mounting him from behind, Paws hooked around his hips jerking them upright as that thick unwashed canine legnth would be stabbed against his flesh again and again narrowly missing each atempt before finally that tapered tip found its mark, In an instant sinking deep up his backside lubricated only by the watery precum and cum attached to that growing canine legnth, He couldnt scream out for help or risk being revealed, His painted cherry lips parted, letting out a whimpered groan as tears could be seen rolling down his cheeks. The boys only smiled as they watched the Great Dane mount the girl anally, Eventualy one of the boys would step back with his phone held out, recording all that happened before him with a wicked little grin on his face, Those boys holding his arms down would quickly release as the Dane went to work, Doing the lewd task it was trained for


The young traps Eyes grew wide as that Dane's legnth would start to press deep up his backside and those repeated thrust that followed, To feel the Flurry of those furried hips so roughly beating against that upturned backside drew heated whines, Whimpers from the boy as that legnth rapidly would contenue to grow to its full legnth, An agonizing Eight inches not counting that massive knot he could feel being Beat against those parted cheeks, A natural made cork feeling much more like one of the Boys fist being forced against him. It would of been over all to quickly as that knot would eventually punch inside of him, His back arched, Head tilted back, Legs pushing him forward in a vain atempt to escape as he Cried, Howled in pain as that grapefruit of a knock Punched deep into him, Locking inside of his quivering backside as thick Mouthfuls of that seed would Flood that virgin backside leaving him quivering, Soft milky hued flesh glistening with a light sweaty sheen leaving him hot, Sticky to the touch, Features painted with a deep cherry shade of blush, Without even trying the boi suceeded in his mission of ruining his sisters good name, Only not on the small scale like he had planned, instead the entire world would know of the young Slut, That young shapely Bitch in the Yellow Dress.

It was a feat even the most trained harlots would have trouble with, That eight in canine legnth, with cantaloupe sized knot, The Poor boi never stood a chance as that knot settled in place, Thin Watery seed bubbling deep up his backside, Long sniffled whines would escape those soft painted features. Small dribbles of drool could even be seen as the boy struggled to swallow, Those hips quivered, Jerking against the large Dane as it shifted and moved struggling to dislodge that knot, It was humiliating as the large canine took its time in repositioning, Dismounting to where its own furried backside rested against his own, Knotted legnth sheathed completely inside, Those hips jerked again and again before he cried out as that knot would slowly be forcefully ripped out leaving him gaped, With a drooling mouthful of that watery seed dripping down his thighs. He groaned, Struggling to crawl away before the canine gave chase, A Stiffled moan escaping once that cold Wet muzzle could be felt not just lapping at him abused little entrance but that muzzle even pressing inside of him just like that cock had leaving him quivering, Moaning out, Features flushed with a deepend shade of blush as those features would almost twist with pleasure as that muzzle pressed deep in a lewd scene.

The boy blushed furiously as he noticed that slowly growing crowd yet found it hard to focus, To care with that thick muzzle worked up his backside, PArting as that tongue lashed out to lapp up that spilled seed causing him to squirm, Whimpering, Long ago having Cum himself with his legnth trapt against his bellie between that shockingly yellow Dress and his own smooth little tummy. He coudl see those thick crimson legnths poking from the sheaths of atleast a dozen different dogs. He was quickly pulled back to reality feeling those now cum soaked Pantys being tugged farther down, It was all he could do to scramble to his feet, Pulling them up and that Dress down over his hips as he stumbled, Struggling to run, those hips swayed lewdly from side to side, able to feel the lewd mixture of Canine seed and saliva soaking into that Silken Thong, It certainly wouldnt be Her last visit to the Local Dog park.

The Voyeur {Insertions, Public}

She couldn't understand it.. How was that a punishment? She asked her brother again and again after seeing the lewd sight of some local Harlot, With A heavy Iron collar around her throat, Left nude, Dragged, Sent stumbling and crawling thru the streets of the town till her sweat slickend form would be covered with Dust and dirt. Lead thru town down the streets before finally arriving at the center of the village, The Town watch shouting, Calling the entire village to come to the events as she was forced to bend at the hip, Her wrists and neck would be thrust thru the cutout holes and locked into place of the old Stockade, Her hips arched, Heated groan escaping as the passing guard gave those shapely Flanks a slap. She was a shapely woman, Full rounded hips, Pudgy little tummy, Plump heart shaped rump raised ever so slightly above her head. Full rounded breast that would be as large as a young boys head, Swayed like pendulums as she squirmed in her new found bondage as the townsfolk started to gather. Plump cherry stained tiers smeared with what would make many women blush and feint! Forced to remain their the entire day as random men came to use her, Jealous housewives using the woman by throwing rotting fruit and vegetables at her, A few more daring even shoving one or two particularly large pieces of fruit down her throat or up her backside till her tummy bulged out! The young girl wore little more than a smile as she grinned, Glancing back over her shoulder at her brother as she giggled, Joking with him, Of course it would fit! She motioned to the large pile of fruits and vegetables pilfered from the family's farm, Some of which still peppered with mud and Dirt. After such a lewd showing earlier he promised her that anything he choose would fit and she would be more than eager to find out first hand, Practically dragging him into the stables away from prying eyes. Her flesh glistening with sweat, Pert breast little more than palm fulls with pink nipples that stood erect, A smooth little tummy leading up to those shapely little hips and that valentine shaped rump, She would bend slightly at the hips, soft caramel hued thighs parted ever so slightly, Her back arched as she raised that valentine shaped backside towards him, Patting her cheeks as she giggled softly offering her backside to him, But not before almost commanding that he dip into the oil or grease that was used for cooking, Or even dipping into one of those dirty Kegs filled with horse seed, Many of the fruits and veggies in that pile, Like everything else in those Stables would be Incredibly large. Many perhaps even to large for that Harlot no doubt still bound to those Stockades in the center of the small village. The pile of fruits and veggies would be plentiful, Plucked from the family and neighbors fields only moments ago, Still caked with sand, Dirt and mud. Neither of which seemed to phase her. Yet the young girl felt she had something to prove! And as they both saw, Countless things could fit! Just ask that harlot with the bulging tummy, Such things would lead to her current position. Half bent over, Casting a long gaze over her shoulder at him as those dirty blonde locks spilled over her shoulder, Drawing in a deep breath, The young girl well on her way to joining that Harlot in the center of town as if it were some great honor.

The Reporter {NC, Vore, Insertions}

Translations were a funny thing. Sometimes they were done correctly, sometimes two people who were unable to understand one another and sometimes they were very wrong, and sometimes these misunderstandings came with grave consequences. Like now for example. She was young, beautiful, With generous curves in all the right places, complete with blue eyes and raven hued hair. Anna was the perfect poster girl for what the world universally knew as beauty in America. Only she wasn't in America, She was in a backwoods little village in Africa, one of the many pockets in the country untouched by time, and things were about to go far different than planned. With the local tribe holding a festival, a celebration of one of their most sacred animals the elephant, and she was the lucky reporter here to observe, camera and all. That was where the mistranslation came in. The tribe did not think she was here to observe, From the words of their people this light-skinned woman had very poorly spoken, They thought was she was a gift from America for their festival.

She was here to take part in the day, To be the main attraction of this celebration, They were given the gift of this woman from America, and they would in turn give her as a gift to the elephant, a Treat for their Holy creature, Her purpose little more than to Fill its belly on this all to special night. All would be pleased For now, for the moment, many watched in curiosity as she stood in front of a small camera mounted on a Tripod, speaking to it as if it were alive. Telling her story, what little she knew of this festival, But others paid it no attention. Before Anna could ever finish her report She would of been surrounded by several dark-skinned people of the tribe, two women and one man, each naked as the day they were born except for a few pieces of jewelry adorning their bodies. Anna found the local heat to be sweltering, Hard to breath as her form would be coated with a soft sticky layer of sweat. Anna tried to speak into the camera, As she spoke their hands were pawing at her clothes, unzipping Anna's pants, tugging at her shirt intent on stripping this rookie reporter on live, national television.

To this point Anna's career as a reporter could of been written off as a Failure, Always given those crappy little story's off in the middle of a blizzard or some tornado just so somebody in the newsroom could happily stare at her shapely form dripping wet or shivering cold and just aching to snuggle up with something. Those long golden raven locks of hair would cling to her shoulders and hang well down her back, Soft milky hued flesh glistening with a light layer of sweat several beads could be seen rolling down the curve of her neck vanishing into that low cut tanktop. The off white fabric clung to those full rounded breast that seemed to sway idly with a mind of their own as she spoke into that camera, Interrupted by those pawing hands, She giggled, Swatted a hang or two away before a furious shade of blush stained her gentle features, Giving in to them before her clothes were ripped right off her, Allowing them to finally strip her, First that nearly skin tight tanktop being pulled over her head allowing those full rounded breast to bounce free, Pert Fleshy pillars of her nipples standing erect as if towers on her mountainous bust. Next were those oh so short little shorts, The belt striped right from around her hips before the butten broke, The Zipper hastley undone as she squirmed, Soon would go that shimmering Yellow Thong she wore that would fit snugly against those swollen neither lips and perfectly between that plump valentine shaped rump, She snatched for that camera, Struggling to aim it upwards to where he head, shoulders were all that were in the frame, Watching herself in the flip around view finder with a whimper "G-guess.. Iam one of them now! heh... ah.. I think they want to start and have me join in?" Even as she spoke Multiple dark palms rubbed all over her skin, cupping those glorious mounds, squeezing them firm, Slipping away from her already quivering form to dip their hands into nearby urn's and with their touch they covered her in a honey-like substance.

It was very much a tar, or at least was in this heat, sticky and slimy, sticking to her skin and glistening prominently in the high African sun. The several naked villagers surrounded her, smothering her ample bosom with it, dipping their hands into a bucket with flies buzzing around to grab more, the clear yellow substance dripping from their hands and to the dry dirt below. That sparking yellow thong did come off, as did her shoes, the fabric being pulled down her body until the young raven haired Reporter stood there wearing nothing more than a blush. Quickly finding herself Nude in the middle of some small village surrounded by a plethora of men and Women. Would she be hailed by the audience for her bravery, others seeking to follow in her footsteps? Or would she be condemned as an exhibitionist?

All the men and women seemed concerned with now was rubbing their hands all over her body, Slowly coating her her stomach, shoulders, cheeks. With The slimy honey-tar substance even finding its way to her neither lips, a coarse, calloused hand cupping that wild golden bush, rubbing firmly to her sensitive, and once-private lips till she squirmed, Her lips pursed as a heated moan sliped past as she stared into that Camera, Speechless for the first time in her career, As that honey-slicked hand palmed firmly against the hairy raven bush of her snatch, a pair of calloused fingers dared to probe inside. The woman thought nothing of it touching Anna in this way for she was spreading those fingers once inside her, testing the young reporter's. Normally the village would take a very young girl and spend weeks with her being stretched. Others ran their hands all over Anna's face on her cheeks, and even worked into her hair before a pair of hands started roughly rubbing it in like a shampoo. By this time the flies and mosquitoes were buzzing around her wildly, sure enough to be nipping at her especially delicious skin. Much to her surprise one of the women kneeling in front of her and rubbing her palms down Anna's Legs and up her thighs, Eventually feeling hands rubbing against her rump, that shapely valentine shaped backside no space on her body to be left out, A sniffled cry escaping Anna's honey coated lips feeling a single digit being worked up her backside, First a single digit then a second, A third till Anna's knee's buckled, That camera long since being plucked from her hands, Stuck nearby on a box recording it all as she squirmed, Moaning out as the villagers worked tirelessly as preparing her for the nights festivities.

The Harlot Lolita {Ageplay}

As it got late into the night, Lolita's dear mommy and daddy would be at it again. With Mommy's muffled screams into her pillow could be heard thru out the house, Piercing the thin dry-wall barrier between their room and Lolita's. Daddy was being exceptionally vulgar again, Calling Mommy inappropriate names that would be followed by harsh smacks to the woman's upturned rump which was lifted into the air. They had been at it for nearly an hour when he finally had enough, And made a mess all up and down the shapely woman's backside, Slumping down in the darkness, Onto their bed and the house would grow Silent, If not for those soft exhausted whimpers that carried down those dark halls.

It was as if her parents, Or at least her father had planned her fate. Her name Lolita.The young girl naught more than 12 years old. Found hidden away under her parents bed. Listening to every lewd word, Every slap and wanting moan that filled the room, To hear the lewd sounds of her fathers sweat slicked form hitting against the plump valentine shaped rump of her mother. Mirrors at the foot of the bed allowed a lewd perspective from between her father's parted thighs. Watching with lewd interest as that thick length would sink in, Vanishing deep into her mothers body. Wedging into that stretched and a buised anal entrance or parting those drooling neither-lips. Little more than a show for the Lolita hidden below, But she hadn't asked daddy why she had to be there, Or even why she had to be nude. She had been taught not to question her father about such things. Told one day she was to replace the shapely woman she called Mommy. To watch in detail about the cruel things he did to her, To hear the woman pleading for more. Watching intently even as her father took time tormenting the woman, Working oil dripping hands into the woman's body till she howled. Her hips buckled and the bed shook as thick beads of seed would dribble down her thighs before he stopped, leaving the woman helpless, Tied to the bedpost as he left, Slipping from the room whispering to Lolita, It would soon be her turn.

The Pinata {Dark, insertions}

Been working on a Pinata styled idea, Girl in a pinata. The girl in question would be played by me (Naturaly). Could be any kind of girl, young teen to milf basically being put inside a pinata, One idea would be a shapely woman at an adult themed party in the vein of a girl jumping out of a cake, Its supposed to be busted open and a girl comes out with whatever (Stuffed with candy, an toy or two) Things could go wrong in a matter of ways, From the outlandish, Imagine the poor lass in question being all stuffed with treats and ending up at some celebration at a zoo with a drunken lot, Workers who think it would be funner to let a Bear break open the pinata to have at the treats, Or even wolfs and so on, Or something as simple as a mixup and the woman inside gets delivered to a children's party, She could be perfectly willing, thinking she being delivered to a normal adult party, bachelor party or some such only she ends up with unsupervised kids. When she gets busted out of the pinata and suddenly the young boys have a nude, half bound, candy stuffed woman at their "disposal", Thinking they could have their fun and hide her away. I would imagine traditional animal pinata, Dog for example so that she could be inside with simple Ribbon as her restraint, A perfectly positioned Jawbreaker in her mouth to keep her from crying out until released, Maybe a few more sizable candies else ware.


The idea is basic but it naturally has alot of potential especially for becoming a really dark little story, the girl from The Pinata is to be a slightly broken girl many would say, The type who got in trouble just to feel the sting of a bare hand against her backside, The smacking of a paddle only to grow from there as she got older, Relishing in being whipped, Coated in smoldering hot Wax, Pierced and all the darker things that come with the S&M life before the found that add, The job just for her, To become a living pinata, She relished in the thought of becoming a mere item, to be on display, a simple Party favor to many, To feel the sting of what ever used to break open that colorful pinata used to hide her nude form, Before i get off Track, That is the outline for the girl's personality, Willing in every respect, She isnt there for the Sex but for the exquisite pain such a position would bring her.

The Stable Trap. {Yaoi, Beast, Trap}

Kris had taken a fancy to many of the stallions at the ranch over the past few summers during long hours of helping out, His favorite chore had been Bath time, Bathing the Stallions, Esspecialy the Stud's having to get hands on with their monsterously sized Cock's all in the name of Cleaning! He couldnt help it if he had to steal a taste, With lips sealed tight around one legnth or another, It would of been love at first thrust. When that first stallion bucked, Sending its legnth down Kris's throat before it came, He thought he would drown as he gagged, Choked till thick gummy bits of seed spilled out of his nose, Ever since he grew more and more daring untill finally he started to Steal his sisters clothes to approch the ranch, Figuring no one would interfere if they saw some young girl doing lewd things with a horse. He was just months past 16 years old and able to drive, His features painted with a deepening shade of blush at the mere thought of what was to come, He wore little more than That oh so short mesh top was hard to miss, Hugging that shapely little firm, Lack of bust was commen for a girl that age, With a cute little black Choker fitted around his throat he had no idea just how well it made him fit for what was to come, Those short locks of hair brushed to a painful perfection just to mimic that all to slutty look With White Thigh high stockings and shockingly colored Knee high leather heels the outfit was complete, He blushed furiously with just the thought of what he was setting out to do, To take his so called relationship with a certain stallion to an entirely new level. It didnt take long for him to make way into the stables without being noticed, To much, Able to feel the eyes of certain ranch hands and the whispers of what a dressed up girl would be doing here of all places. The Ranch hands had grown used to the presence of the girl Some of them enjoyed her presence even, while others simply were not paid enough to care. Many of the ranch workers had grown tired of having to clean up the mess less in her wake. For the past few years since he was little more than 13 years old he had enjoyed the company of the Stallions, Few of which he tristed to never trample him in the process of those lewd acts, Once inside the stables he moved like a harlot with every step having a lewd little wiggle in those hips, He had planned on doing much more than in his past visits, The poor horse he was sure would never have a real chance to Stud, Not for years, Something he tried to remedy several times but found the hands on approch taking longer and more work each encounter, Even his lips, those ruby painted lips when streched around that legnth he could only last so long, It would make quite the sight, With that towering beast that would have easily 500lbs on him or more, but he could never leave, Not till the Stallion was huffing and drooling, completely spent of its seed, And kris had a pudgy tummy for his trouble, This time, He had a plan.

Hooves & Harlots {TF, NC, Beast, DnD}

It started as a curse, A young Elf girl with a lewd mind, She befriended a druid one night but not untill he lost control of his were or animal form and ended up ravaging her, use'ing her body for only the most deviant needs, He tried to apologize when he regained control but unlike most in her position, She was deilightfully pleased by what had happend! She visited the druid daily begging, pleading with him to allow her to pleasure his other forms..all in the name of protecting the innocents nearby of course! Yet in pleasuring his other forms the druid demanded she also submit to his mortal side yet, she refused, outright telling him no at every advance, Enraged, spitefull the druid would leave her for several days visiting dark crafters of the Underdark, Enlisting them to craft such a suit made of unpiercing material lined with real fur and cursed, Once finished He brought it to the girl..promised if she wore it he would take her to a hidden grove of druids that would love nothing more than to ravage the young girl but..there was a catch.. they had to think her an animal, She put it on without questioning, The curse taking effect forcing her to wear the suit forever as it would cling to her flesh forcing her to move like the animal she mimicked and wished she could be, It would grow as she does, It heals around bites, cuts and slashes, While damage will be done to her the suit would remain unscathed, As if healing its self but such draws on her sanity, Meaning the girl sure could run into a den of beast or monsters and be mounted till she couldnt walk straight but those claws and bites, with every drop of blood offered a small bit of her mind would be eaten away. Yet it has one perk, It fools animals into thinking she is just that, Fools many hunters, warriors and even lesser Sentient creatures into thinking she is some mannor of beast, Demon and so on.

The Hunted {Beast}

Soft muffled groans escape those painfully parted tiers her form sleek and black, Heavy clawed paws would crush the soft underbrush below. Powerful hind legs bent and flex squeezed down into the thick rubbery latex that made up that Panther-suit. Long tail would sway lewdly from side to side with every movement she made. Shapely broad hips swaying, Full rounded breast easily the side of a well...Panthers head would be squeezed, hugged by the thick latex of the panther suit, crushed against her chest causing her breathing to be labored without even moving! The final edition would be that feline muzzled mask fitted over those gentle features, Dropped into the wild, The Amazon to be exact, Blistering sun beaming down on her Sleek black form causing her shapely form to drip with sweat within her bondage causing those pheromones, lewd scents burning her eyes causing them to water, It had been hours since she had been suited up and dropped into the wild after a safari trip and paying the owner handsomely to get...up close and personal with the animals, The man having taken her money before she was shot, Hit with a tranquilizer shot rendering her unconscious for untold hours as the man she paid struggled to suit her up, injecting heavy Liters of those pheromones into her body till her stomach swelled, distending slightly, Those plump..neitherlips and that pert little tail hole would drool, dripping with those scents marking her as a mate before a meal to all those would approach her before she would wake up under a shade tree, Miles from the nearest town, in a land full of hungry creatures...lions, tigers, zebra's to name just a few..but other dangers counting poachers and just the innocent person riding one of those safari bus's..seeing the lurid sights of the land..The poor shapely woman within having every expectation she would become the next big thing in this, Savannah. A lewd attraction in interspecies breeding as far as the tourist would be concerned. Which would occur first she had to wonder, tracking down the deeply rutted path where the tour jeeps would cut through the Savannah, or her being tracked down by the first able bodied male.. whatever.. that picked up on that overwhelming cocktail of drugs and scents that would compel whatever came near to overtake and mate that falsified panther.. Who knew how long she was already out there, the breeze blowing over her latex and fur covered body, carrying that thick, balmy 'breed me' scent through the open air.. surely there was already sounds of a frenzy in the Savannah, males, already in heat given the season, were eagerly tracking suitable females, even ones not prepared for that time of the season, simply to satisfy the urges her presence was creating.. some were more selective though.. choosing to track what they read was the potent female..
It must of been hours she stalked.. wondered those long grassy plains in search of life.. Sleek black furried form creating a humid radiating aura of lust around her, sweating within the suit only serving to cause those pheromones to grow more potent, Sure she promised she would let anything that came her way at her.. yet the wanton harlot had eyes for one beast in particular before she was knotted or ripped by barbed lengths.. A Zebra! Of all creatures therein she wanted one of the biggest, and promised that man who she paid more than handsomely it would have its length between those plump half moons before the sun set beyond the horizon.. but this meant Finding one! or letting one or a herd even Find her! The girl biting off more than she could chew? Well..only one way to find out and that was to dive head.. or in her case muzzle first into what ever pointed her way! Luckily, she'd get what she paid for, It wasn't too much longer after she'd set her sights on tracking down zebra that she'd find a stretch of running water always a great opportunity to cross the local wildlife, especially since it was so scarce with midday waning, it was time that most of the bestiary would be back out and about from their cover, seeking out a bit of food and water she wouldn't have to travel along it long before she saw clusters of those massive beasts, white and black stripes as far as she could see, however granted, in that mask she couldn't rightly see that far the trouble was that she would be downwind of them at the moment meaning that scent wasn't carrying to the multiple males trotting about, drinking and drifting
Ears perked and always turning, though her approach was drawing attention, heads starting to lift to look at her, more curious than anything to them, she was a panther, and even with that Pheromone cocktail there were no promises that she wasn't going to be trampled, or Crushed beneath hoof as a panther. Yet the shapely woman paid greatly for such a adventure expecting to be let out come the next days sunrise! But such a time would never come, They had no intention or reason to set her free! The girl a walking source of income should one of those jeeps or buses pass her by while she is being mounted by another.. such a scene of a Zebra mourning a panther would surely draw people back and paying much more for a chance to see such lurid sights! Her heavy paws carried her slower and slower as the sun bared down upon her, Her consistent advance made that herd more and more anxious, shifting, some starting to drift away from her, while other, larger beasts came closer to her, trying to intimidate her with their advance, their size and their numbers of course, that would be exactly what she wanted! the bigger, stronger males to get closer to her, weeding out the weaker and younger for the best of the best strange crying and growling like only a zebra could make would ring in her ears as they tried their best to spook the panther into leaving, as she got closer, that scent was drawing nearer, and those that were trying to scare her were getting more and more aggressive, blood pumping faster, The closer she grew the more the Size difference between the 'panther' and the Zebra became more... apparent, no way it could properly mount her even if such came to it! Saliva dripped from that feline muzzle, She could practically taste it, The thick beads of sweat she could see dripping down their striped forms
After hours of sweating, that mixture upon her skin fermenting, she could see through blurred eyes an almost immediate reaction as the wind shifted, carrying those lewd scents in the direction of the Zebra. The males beginning to shift and knicker, sheaths hanging from their bellies beginning to stretch and thicken, those thick, glistening length's she craved experiencing were coming into view dripping, drooling with thick mouthfuls of untold fluids collection within their Sheath's, Heavy paws crushed the dry soil beneath each step as she slowly approached, Her path sending her not just to one but putting herself between the one and its herd! Her only hope being that each realized such scents were coming from her and not from elsewhere, Hoping, praying those pungent scents would keep her from being trampled and in a way, they would. Before the faux panther realized it, That lead stallion hidden in her blind spot would approach, Hooves came down stabbing into the earth on ether side of her head, so dangerously close to crushing her skull with a single misstep. The Zebra moved over her, immediately moving for position no thought, no foreplay, the pheromones told him the story, whether she was a zebra or not, It wouldn't mater by this point, She was naught more than something for the stallion to spill its seed into.
Finally, her dream would be coming true! But fantasy was sometimes left as that, Her back arched, Hind quarters stretching upwards keeping her shapely backside raised, Her hips would buck and shift, Grinding her soft pelt covered flesh against that flaccid length as it grew, more and more with each pulse of the beast's heart, Need for survival released by lust to be sated, In her case the lewd want...Need to be stuffed, Or in the Zebra's case a twisted pheromone induced need to be sheathed within this...Panther as if she were one of its herd. The force of those thrusts were simply bone jarring as the Zebra's length grew fully from its sheath, Thrust, Stabbed into her again and again leaving thick whelps against her flesh in mock outline of that thick crowned tip. The beast's drool dripped from its maw, She couldn't see that length as it grew more and more, drooled with thick mouthfuls of precum against her fur, But she could feel it, Feel those jarring thrust which would leave deep black and blue whelps against her flesh under the thin later of latex and fur, Finally it would hit near its mark massive crowned head hitting brutally against those plump, glistening black stained latex neither lips bruising her before again and again hitting against raised half moons, Her hips bucked, as she squirmed, The woman's stomach churned with panic and want, Lust bubbling deep within her belie as thick drops of saliva dropped from the Stallions maw down splashing against her masked head, Those pheromones drowned briefly by the thick balmy scent of the Zebra's scent, pungent scent of sweat as thick beads dripped from the Zebra's thick grapefruit sized balls, But her cheeks flushed with those scents before she realized her position left her all to close to the mighty stud's Herd would more pick up on that scent before the lewd union had finished?
She'd have to learn that answer in time it was doubtful that she could think of much when that moment finally came and that drooling length stabbed deep into her un-expecting, but so desperately hoping anal entrance stretching it in an instant to its limits and beyond, straining her body as inches at a time were rammed and crammed deep into her guts and bowels, and still more coming! Sinking further into her body, Plunging deeper into her bowels as inch after merciless inch would vanish up that shapely backside, Ruining the woman for any lesser beast, Yet.. more approached.. nickering, hooved feet raking at the ground.. All around the little Pantheress.. This all to accepting mount..

The Carnival {Yaoi, animal x animal}

Carnival life was hard on all the critters that spent their life doing tricks, And his was no different, Al-tho a bit more clever than most, Long since securing the loyal ownership of his favorite human it was easy to escape and wonder the camp when he wished, And now wouldn't be any different as he slipped away from that girl with almost a smirk on his muzzle, That thick knotted length still visible and dripping with a lewd mixture of fluids. He had earned his freedom for the day, A lewd little backroom show so the normal folk could gawk and star as some petite girl took that grapefruit sized knot up her backside. But the event was done for the day and boredom set in leading him to trudge along the Carnival never paying attention as his nose carried him ever closer to one of the few creatures at the small carnival that shouldn't of been toyed with, The creature in question? That massive beast of a Horse that towered easily over himself, And even many humans. Pawed limbs carried him between the Stallions flanks. The only Tell that he was there? That charcoal Grey furred tail, Raised, curled slightly brushing against those heavy cum filled orbs right till he fell into view, Poking his head from under the Stallion, Ears pinned back as he glanced up with those deep blue lenses staring slowly up at the shadowy form above.

Surely it was the brushing of that canine tail, Or perhaps that emerging of that head from between forelegs brought a slight grunt of surprise from the towering equine, Before those large brown orbs narrowed, that gaze rolled down and gazed at that canine form slid beneath his own ears perking. A low rumbling laugh followed the perking of ears and another flick of that bristled tail. White flanks expanded a bit as he inhaled before speaking. His voice as one might expect was fairly deep, but not so deep as something the size of a Clydesdale. He was no shire pony but nor was he some mammoth specimen either. His head tilting ever to slightly to fix the wolf in one eye "And what pray tell are you planning on doing down there?" The stallion could fell that tail still brushing against those heavy, cum laden orbs that hung behind the thick, leathery sheath, That glistened with sweat, Allowing thick dribbles of sweat to roll down, dripping onto that canines back. That stallion's hooves shifting stance widening a bit, he had no desire to step on the smaller creature. That wouldn't be conducive at all to friendly interactions, especially not the kind that the slight tickling of those leathery orbs made the stallion idly hope for. It of course could have been accidental, And yet the canine had put himself there..

His tail swished from side to side, The last Equine he had approached tried to evict him from the carnival, Perminately. Escaping with merely wounded pride that time, He would of chuckled if he was able, That smokey colored fur shimmering as his entire body shook as if trying to shake off an invisible layer of water. He was a large specimen for a Wolf dog, On a normal sized Stallion the size would of been perfect, Allowing that furred backside to nestle up firmly against that barreled chest, But this was not the case. Even as he stood on those heavy paws there would still be a solid foot in distance between that furred backside and the Stallions Belly. That muzzle twisted into an impish grin as he responded to the Stallion "Me? Oh... Get alittle shade." Muzzle twisting showing off those pearly Canines as his tail still wagged, Intentionally brushing back and fourth against those swollen orbs. He swore each could of been as large as one of his own paws! Certainly a mouthful there. That thick canine length remained unsheathed, Throbbing, Nearly bumping against the ground as thick beads of mixxed fluids would drip from that tapered tip to the ground, Occasionally catching the gaze of a passer by or a crude comment from one who had witnessed that backroom show. The scents of Sex still lingered in the air around him. As well as that thick Canine musk, Nearly over powered by that musky scent from the Stallion, Able to turn most away or draw a blush from even the prudish of women, That thick Balmy, Sweaty scent.

The stallion snorted, His head shaking tossing his mane briefly, The white hair of that almost pearl colored mane blazing against the evening light. The Stallion would try his luck, He would give a slight nudge of those haunches to brush that sheath just a little along the wolf's hindquarters. He had to lower himself a tad for that, but then that sheath was just that big, The stallion's tail giving another slow swish to swat at flies, and perhaps to tease the others around with a view of what he had done to the wolf beneath him. The sheath was definitely a tad swollen, and the stallion could more than smell the sex lingering on the canine's fur and coming from beneath him where that knotted cock continued to drip and throb. He eyed the passerby and snorted once, before lowering his head to nudge once at the canine's skull. Giving those ears a light nip before he huffed, and shifted a foreleg to rest lightly against one of his shoulders. As he teased "Your tail seems to have other things in mind, and you don't smell like you're looking for shade."

The canine's tail continued to swish and sway, Rubbing back and fourth against those heavy sweat slicked orbs and along that sheath, And it didn't stop, Not until he felt the Stallion lower, Bumping that heavy sheath against his hindquarters. That nudge drew his attention causing him to shift his position, Head tilting glancing behind him, Staring with those large canine eyes at that glistening sheath, Sweaty, Throbbing with a all to familiar need. He huffed drawing in a breath even as the Stallion above shifted lowering down to that foreleg, Almost crushing him beneath, He squirmed. Never once resisting allowing the Powerful Stallion above to push him down into that submissive Bitch position with his upper body lowered, Tail raised and powerful hindquarters raised. "Are you saying my Tail is raised for you to Saddle and Ride" He chuckled himself at the reference, Seeing the Stallion pulling around those heavy carts, Even his own for hours between towns! He certainly couldn't submit for a creature that served no other need than to Ferry him from place to place.. Could he?

When the Stallion's Sheath finally bulged letting that sleek black and pink length begin to slip free, The size would surely appear as daunting perhaps to some. Easily thicker than the wolf's ever inflated knot and getting longer with each heartbeat even as he watched. The Stallion nickered once, giving a quiet laugh, "You get to be my Mare, puppy." The stallion would give another low grunt and haunches hunched once teasing that thick, drooling equine length beneath the pup's tail. Thick, musky pre beginning to drool from the slit in the end and drip onto the ground, the stallion would nicker yet again and squeeze the wolf with his forelegs just a little. "Does that sound like fun puppy?"

The Mare {TF, WS, Beast}

It had started simply enough, A woman with a lewd fascination with animals, But to me more exact, Equines of all species summoned the darkest urges from the shapely woman, She would vanish from her job for days at a time...then weeks and finally months at a time. It would of been mid in the week as she took another day off work. wearing a long sun flowered day dress that showed off those full rounded breast that would bounce, swaying with ever movement she made, the dress showing those shapely curves.. But alas the woman wouldn't be heading to her docter feigning sickness to escape her everyday life instead the broad hipped woman would drive to the edges of town to a small farm, Owned by a stranger who she paid handsomely for being allowed to be used in such a lewd manner, Within the trunk of her car packed away inside of a large box would be A Thick latex body suit. The old farmer who relished in the idea of a human under one of his stallions leading the way as she hurried into that small room just inside of the stables offering the man a written check before stripping allowing him to help her be suited up for the task. For the next few hours until nearly seven in the evening the woman would be treated no better than an animal which, was exactly what she had come to crave. First would come the boots and gloves being fitted to the womans arms and legs, The boots being fitted to his legs with a series of thick leather straps that wouldn't allow her body to move within the suit. Boots would fit tightly unable to slip off but having short stilts attached carved into hooves like feet the gloves would be much the same fitting over the womans forearms nearly up to her shoulders limiting her movements ending in long coltish stilts mimicking legs of a well...colt! But next would come the heavy thick latex body suit being fitted over the womans body to the point that naught but an inch of flesh were visible The suit were a work of art fitting perfectly with the 'legs' and even a long horse hair made tail that would swish from side to side with every movement, The suit would be carpeted on the outside with a real horse hide making it extra heavy to wear but also being true to the touch as a real mare even the feint musk would be there. Finally the mask would come an Equine muzzle painted to match the body. That muzzle complete with a large ring gag that would fit firmly into the womans mouth to silence any cries but could easily be removed, Her eyes narrowed only able to gaze out the nostrils of the mask as it would be finished with the application of a lewd mixture of pheromones, Masking her scent with that of a mare in heat, The lewd fluid smeared all along her backside and even that muzzle to only farther drive those equine lovers into a frenzy. The end result? A Shapely looking mare. When the tail of the suit raised? The suits plump colored cuntal lips and asshole would be exposed but poised just behind would be her own, After all the illusion had to be real, who knew who could come by the farm when the woman was in bondage? Those full rounded breast mashed almost painfully against her chest bound within that latex suit.

Those plump cunny lips would be literally turned inside out for days sometimes after such events but that is what happens when you grow up on a farm with a perverted old drunken Father who rapes and lets horses rape all day long from for the past several years she'd gotten away and thought she'd never go back to that life of submitting long term to a man and his stock but no about the time she was in her mid 20's she knew she wouldnt be happy with her normal life and reverted back to her whorish ways and it only got worse as time slowly went by. It was often said, You could always lead a horse to water - but you could never make her drink. A slave in a fur suit, however - you could lead her to a latrine pot full of horse piss and definitly make her drink. Afterall, with that ring holding her mouth open - it was either that or endure drowning. The farmer, in his simple bluejeans and wife beater had just finished securing her within the mare suit, His hand moved towards her Hair, thos elogn flowing locks pulled thrue small holes in that thick suit to mimic a Mane, grabbing on with his thick, muscled fingers. Grinning he worked rigging a pair of reigns onto her face shoving an old wooden bit into the muzzle of her suit, He tugged roughly, leading her towards the stables. He had installed a nice trough that ran throughout the entire stall, to catch the stallion's piss. He normally emptied it at the end of the week after all it cut down greatly the amount of Hay they went thrue... but today he thought he might do something interesting with it. He tugged her along the way into one of the stalls, before pushing the muzzle of the mare suit directly down into the trough. Barking the simple order "Drink up, Or you'll be explosed" He chuckled at her, as he moved past her out of the stall. Time to go lookin' for a stud for her. That Mare suit would even be as detailed as to use her own hair, having it pulled thrue tiny slits along the neck of the Mare suit acting as a Mane. She wouldn't say a word...She couldn't! As she would be lead from that open area just inside of the stables around to one of the smaller stalls to that long rickety wooden Trough staring down at that dark yellow murky liquid before he pressed against the back of her head forcing her face down into it with a splash, the muzzle would sink in she could see the liquid pouring into that muzzle thrue the large nostrils which she used to see thrue before finally it would come to her own gentle features flowing into her mouth as that ring gag gave her little choice but to swallow in large mouthfuls before his hand would pull back and he left to find her a stud, She would pull back gasping for air, struggling to catch her breath before her head would lower again drinking from that lewd mixture of piss awaiting his return, That Mare suit would complete the illusion to the letter why only a breeder or expert on the creatures could tell she were a fake and not just some fight scared little mare well...They wouldn't know at least till their arm would be worked half way up into her body! Which left open oh so many options for her owner while within the suit.

Demonstration. Little did his little mare know that he had invited over some potential buyers, who wanted to buy a mare for their stud farm during the off season, to keep their stallions in good disposition. They had just arrived on the farm - he instructed them to keep quiet, of course. Didn't want to spook the already spooked mare, afterall. While she returned her head down into the trough to continue cleaning out the piss-filled trough, he eventually found himself the biggest old horse on the farm. Thor was quite the huge old clydesdale - hell, it was a wonder that he wasn't a gelding, considering that he had originally worked as a draft horse in New York. His white-furred hooves both knickered at and brushed along the ground as he came up behind her... the farmer stepped back, standing alongside the couple who had come to put a bid on his prized mare. He stood next to them, while the mare suit found itself under attack again. The old clydesdale didn't even bother with sniffing her crotch, Those pheromones that painted her flesh in the suit would burn her senses driving the old beast into an almost frenzy he knew the drill by now. Chestnut-colored fur came down ontop of her, while his hooves wrapped around the suit's body. A mammoth, near three-foot long cock, and four-and-a-half-inch thick to boot came sliding out of his sheath, grinding momentarily against the mare suit's rear end, to get himself hard.

She knew the risk of their arrangement, She even paid him for this chance to be treated like nothing more than an animal, And the mare suit? Why it had been his idea but she paid to have it, The rules were simple for 8 hours on the days she showed up she was his to do anything he wished with, They hadn't even known each others name. She normally referred to him by some quaint nickname while he called her Mare or what ever colorful name sprigged to his mind, She would gasp, panting softly within that suit as she raised her head unaware that others had come to watch or even that the massive stud was poised behind her until she turned her head, that long head turning looking over her shoulder just in time to see those massive fore hooves coming down against her backside, the Stallions bellie slamming against her backside those hind legs of hers visibly buckling from the weight of the large stud, He continued to buck his hips into her body, without much coming of it for a few moments. After, this stud was a bit on the older side. His formerly golden coat had begun to grey a little, but his big old cock had the same huge stature to it. It hardened slowly at the feeling of the soft fur on the mare suit rubbing up against his thighs.. not to even mention the heat coming up off of her cunt. The farmer pointed to the mare, as she held up against even the huge weight of the stallion over her.. and then, he thrust at her. It took a few stabs of his massive, long cock.. one strike came against her thigh, and another near on-target at her asshole.. but it didn't slide in. The third stroke found it's mark, stabbing it's way through the fake lips on the outside of the suit, straight through onto her lips on the inside. He bucked his hips forward, bringing the two of them closer together as he drove his fat crowned cock into her hot, tight little body. Another few bucks and his massively thick cock had thrust a good length inside of her hot little cunt. Infact, as he continued to buck himself into her, that fat head would eventually thrust in past her cervix.

She could feel that stallions cock, stiffening, growing harder against the padded area around her thighs before the stallion 4would draw back and thrust, Stabbing forward against her thigh leaving a large silverdollor sized bruises against her inner thigh, that next thrue punching thrue that thick wet rubber of the Mare's asshole only to stab against her own before he drew back tormenting the woman causing her to groan within the suit before it would thrust again the plump cunny lips of the Mare suit easily giving way allowing the stallions large crowned cock head to slam against her own stretched and batter lips rutting against them before finally pressing into her body, Her back would arch within that suit, those front hooves would stomp raking against the ground as the stallion continued to rut, not drawing back only thrusting harder driving inch after inch into her body, those swollen bruised cuntal lips stretched tightly around the stallions cock squeezing it far tighter than a true mare could even hope to attempt which would only force the beast to struggle to sheath more and more of that fleshy pole within her body, Once punched thrue her cervix its cock would be stuck, Lodged in place in an almost bottle neck within her cervix as she thrashed within that suit, She had been more than prepared for one of the farmers normal Stallions. He knickered against the ground with his hooves, and thrashed a bit himself when he felt how tightly her poor cunt lips stretched tightly around his cock and squeezed it for all he was worth. His cock had barely even half disappeared inside her body, and though the tight, hot wet feeling of her cunt and cervix were mighty pleasing to the beast, he wanted more. His cock throbbed as he attempted to pull it back out of her cervic, to get more purchase so that he could continue fucking her in earnest... but it didn't help. His huge, flat cockhead had lodged him in place. Instead, he attempted to buck himself even further inside.. which seemed to work. His cock began thrusting into her again, further into her cervix and womb.. battering it open as best as he was able, to give himself more room to play with. The huge old stallion went right into his rhythm... ramming that cock further into her womb as he rutted into her, neighing a bit loudly at the lovely feeling the mare suit was providing to him. He was almost there - but not quite yet. Within that suit she would be screaming out if that gag had not all but muffled her cries, If she had been your average woman who hadn't had kids before there would be no doubt she wouldn't of passed out within the suit, She stared down into that large trough of piss, Her features coated in the lewd substance as it dripped down that muzzle, Each slow bellowing thrust the old Clydesdale would make, Her broad form rocking, swaying painfully on those makeshift hooves with every movement the creature made, Thick droplets of milk would drip from those large breast bound within the suit, Her body would be slicked with sweat it would easily be around 90degrees outside of that farm and even hotter within the confines of that heavy suit with the Clydesdale rutting into her from above, the lewd slurping sound of the stallions cock being pull back, in and out of her filled her ears within that suit, The woman withered, her form quivering within that suit as her head would bob up and down trashing  as the massive beast treated her just as she had wanted. As naught more than a Mare. He knickered one last time into her body with a hard, full thrust. His already large cock pulsed and swelled inside of her tight, hot cunt. The huge crowned head of his cock swelled just slightly larger, as his balls tensed up inside of his ballsac. A long shudder ran down his spine as his cock began to spurt. Thick, long, hot streams of white cum burying themselves even further inside the mare's cervix than his cock had gone. It practically painted every inch of the hot, deeply imbedded area. Afterall, it had been a while since the big old clydesdale had gotten himself some attention. About the same time, the couple standing beside the farmer offered their prewritten check. They had seen all that they needed to, and had decided to purchase the mare for their own stud farm. The farmer licked his lips, before looking to the couple of horses as the stallion nearly collapsed ontop of his mate. Poor old boy, he needed a bit of rest before he got off of her.

She would bite down onto that bit bending that thick rubbery ring gag lodged within her mouth letting out a deep gluttoral groan as the stallion would finally get its release thick string of that milky seed spilling into her body creating an almost backwash nearly all of that hot seed would come bubbling out spilling out of those battered and stretched cuntal lips  spraying out of the suit down both her own thigh and the thighs of that suit, They couldn't see it but her bellie would distend, growing even larger by only an inch or so in girth, Much of that seed sloshing still within her spilled into her womb pooling inside of her body. Relaxed, The clydesdale eventually pulled itself off of her... his softer, now flacid cock slid easily out of her abused cunt lips, and nearly dragged along the ground as he walked away from her. His cock was already receding back into his sheath, by the time that he exited the stall. The big old clydesdale meandered himself back over to his own stables for a good nap... he almost felt as though he deserved it at this point. The old farmer licked his lips as  he came up behind her. The couple who had just bought her had just left the farm, promising that they would return not too long thereafter with their trailer to transport the mare. He gently patted her on the rump, with a big grin on his lips. "Mm, you know, you little fuckhole, you just got bought. " He snickered softly. "They don't even know you're a  girl in here.. and I don't intend on letting them know." He gave her rump a gentle swat. "You be a good girl to them and do what they say now.” It wouldnt be soon after that they would return, The farmer giving her a mild seditive to calm her preventing her from thrashing and resisting her new owners...

The trip had been short, it wasn't but twenty miles down the road from her original home on the old farmer's ranch to the stud farm. They had loaded her up into a trailer and brought her all the way around to the back of the farm. She had been lead by her nose into a slightly wide-formed stall. It had a nice, huge trough full of hay for her to munch on... but after she'd been led inside, she'd probably feel something very strange. Her new owners had apparently intended her for to provide near round-the-clock pleasure to their poor, often overanxious studs. During the offseason, like this, they often got too horny for their own good... but they knew no mare would be willing to mate year-long. The male-female couple who had purchased her went about clasping four manacles around the mare-suit's hooves.. tight and taut, to keep her from moving around but just enough to munch on the hay. The wife patted her on the rump, and spoke up gently. "Sorry old girl, but we need to settle these studs down, or someone's gonna get hurt."

For them the trip had been short, However for the poor woman within the confines of that mare suit it would be torture, her mind filled with panic and lewd thoughts of her own fate on this Studding farm, The old farmer, a man she trusted having sold her and made a handsome bit of money to go out and buy his own stud a true mare! Her bellie sloshed with warm cum thick droplets of the seed would drip from those cunny lips, Sure he could of kept her for his own stock but even he knew her body wouldn't hold up to a Clydesdale every day, But Such wouldn't be his problem once she was off the farm! The ride in the trailer had been torture with the sun baring down on that mare suit, Well around 100-degrees in that suit her body would be soaked, dripping with sweat as still thick mouthfuls of that first stallions cum would pour from those gaping bruised plump cunny lips spilling down inside the suit, The rank scent of dried cum burning her sense's her eyes watering vision blurry but the effect would be lasting, Making her only appear more like a Mare now with that lewd scent radiating from her body, Once arriving at the farm and pulled from that trailer she resisted but there would be only so much she could do before they got hold of her, two fingers pressing into those large moist nostrils, the hair on that long muzzle wet from that trough she had drank from, the mans finger pulling her along before she would be put in that stall, Slowly she moved, each step careful and deliberate  feeling the warm seed pouring from her body with every movement as she finally came to a stop, staring down at that large Hay filled trough with a slight gulp, "Its okay..." she thought to herself, She wouldn't eat and they would call a vet and she would be free! There was still hope of an escape she had figured, at least, until that couple returned shackling heavy cuffs around each of those coltish legs pulling tight as she tried to move each limb, The womans words ringing in her ears as she let out a weakened muffled cry thrue that ring gag pressed deep into that muzzle within her mouth, It could of been worse....At least her mouth would be spared this time, The old stable master having had her 'nurse' a male stallion once while in a Mare suit much like this one yet several times smaller more fitting of a colt...

They both gently patted her on the rear end. "Settle in, little one, it's going to be a while before we can let you run around. We need to settle down the worst of the stallions." And with that, they left her company... the two of them split up from one another, moving around the paddock of horses. Not too long thereafter, she would hear a rather heavy horse neighing loudly behind her... He was a large smokey grey horse - though not nearly the size of the clydesdale that had mounted her so roughly earlier in the day and it wasn't long before the career stud had hopped up onto her mounting her just as many had before, though. As the big black stallion thrust randomly at her backside with his sheathe, not quite hard yet, she could probably hear her new owners behind her. There were at least two other horses already lined up behind the big grey stallion - just waiting for him to be finished with her so that they could have their turn, their release after months of being without mate. The grey stallion, after a few thrusts of those powerfull flanksstabbing at her thighs up against the soft furried rear end of the mare suit, The stallion had grown to full hardness. He continued to stab at her wontonly - and apparently this big stallion hadn't had too much experience with mares just yet. It took him five tries ramming his massive cock into her thighs and backside... and even on the sixth try, he didn't get it right. The flat, crowned, fat head smashed through the mare suit's asshole, and slid easily the first several inches of his fat cock into her puckered hole.

She gulped, being left in that large stall by herself as the two would leave in search for a stallion most in need, of course she didn't expect more than one, not after that monstrous Clydesdale that had effectually reamed her, Before the people had even a chance to return she heard that loud Neighing behind her sending a shiver up her spine as her head would tilt to the side able to see naught more than a glimpse of that large Smokey stallion as it reared up and mounted her, its weight not near like that massive beast from before yet once the people returns they could see her legs buckling with every thrust that stallion would make, that large leathery sheath being beaten against her flesh until that cock would slowly start to emerge and be stabbed against her before finally it would find its mark punching into her asshole forcing a long heated cry from her which would come out more sounding like a whinnie as her head bobbed up and down, those front hooved raising slightly off the ground as she thrashed within that suit, the large crowned cock head punching into her asshole stretching that tiny anal star, The only lube being that dirty murky liquid that coated the stallions cock, That Smelga, thick greasy substance almost like an oil or jelly made of old dried piss and cum collected from within the beast's sheath being smeared inside of her body as inch after inch of that length would be forced into her bowels.

The large horse kept right on at her, rutting right back into her. He was actually quite young, which probably spoke to his obvious inexperience with mares. That flat crowned head thrust even deeper into the puckered, pert little star nestled between her asscheeks. The maresuit provided a bit of love to the stallion, but the hot, tight confines of her ass as it wrapped around his fat cock was definitly helping the stallion towards his goal of relaxation. The flat crowned head thrust further, and further into her body as he rutted into the woman inside the mare suit, driving the flat cock all the way through the shit-filled chambers of her colon all the way into her lower intenstinal tract... The stallion really began to give her the good attention she deserved, The treatment she asked, Begged and even paid for, ramming his obsenely fat long cock in deeper into her asshole, neighing and knickering at the ground all the while. As the clueless owners watched as their newest mare serviced one of their studs knowing that any moment the young equine would finish, spilling thick mouthfulls of its seed into the Mare, Unknowing that the stallion had been taking libertys with the 'mares' body, The final insult to the quivering woman as those keepers stood by running their hands along the mane of her suit, Along her neck as the tried to calm her...speaking softly...only a few more stallions in need...For today..

The Plush {TF, Incest}

It would of been all her fault. That Lust driven woman could easily been called a Milf, Couger or any number of terms that described one such as herself, Even now her newest 'trap' would be well on its way. Dressed in a way that would of driven many men to the brink merely from gaving upon her. Oh so very curvacious with those long tanned legs leading up to those broad shapely hips, Plump valentine shaped rump., Smooth little tummy right up to those full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head with swollen nipples, The experience was part bliss and part torture. Every so often she relaxed and behaved as a mother should have, the rest of the time she spent trying to seduce the young man, Her own son, It had gone from simply glimpses of her undergarments and dropping of hints or phrases, to outright blowjobs, handjobs, or slipping into the same shower as him! He'd managed to hold his resolve out of loyalty to his father, but she was simply torturous using his morals as a defense yet secretely took his sexual needs on those thick plushy animals and it would be this that Haunted her, His younger sister. Her mind warped and twisted with the image
of her dear brother exiting the shower haunted her, Flooding her mind for days, Weeks of thought sof what it would feel like, smell like. Taste like! And her friends were no help of course, NEarly all of them 14 years old and all swore they had been with someone, But her only interests were with her brother. Leading to her current position, One of her friends having Stolen that twisted bondage from her mothers closet. It all happend somewhat publicly in the large yard of that small two story brick, All moderately hidden behind that 8ft tall privacy fence. The young girl had been in that aching position for hours, Her legs bent painfully, And her arms suffered the same. Bent to the point that her hands touched against her shoulders, And they didnt use some kind of fancy bondage or even a Belt to bind her, Simple old fashioned Silver Duct-tape, Her back arched shamelessly from her position, those nimble little legs bound in much the same as her arms with nearly a full roll of Duct tape used around her mid theigh, Forcing her legs to bend, To rest down on her knee's with her heels bent at an extreme angle, Heels digging into the plump flesh of her backside. Soon that soft sun stained flesh would be hidden, Long Golden locks of that young girl hidden behind a heavy layer of Plush and carpet like Fur. Her hair tied into
buns stuffed into those ball like Bear ears, She could barely see past those large plastic Lense's that made up the eyes, The muzzle of that large plushy bear open ever so slightly allowing her to breath. The transformation was all but complete and once they thought she was finished it was merely the trouble of carrying her, That now simple toy back into the house, Upstairs into her brothers room. being thrown against his bed like some simple toy with a meek cry. The girls suple, Lilith hips bucked ever so slightly feeling the teasing air wafting thrue those tiny openings blowing against those drooling, achingly swollen neitherlips and that pert little tailhole. Yet the first thing her brother would find when he arrived home? A special note signed by his adoring mother, Telling him about the new shapely present waiting for him... Informing him he only need to insert the batteries and insert that large tail plug that would of been nearly the size of a softball! and resting on his bed beside his sister turned Plushy.. It would of been hours she ended up waiting for him to return home, since early morning after been squeezed into that bondage she was forced in that humiliating position. By time she heard her brother making his way up those stairs the house would be silent, his room cold and empty,
Her friends long since gone for the night Giggling about if they would even come back the next day to 'rescue' the young girl from that bondage. And they wouldnt, Her dear perverted friends would simply wait till the girls brother put that lifeless Plush outside before making their move. But time he arrived home her flesh would be damp, slicked with sweat from that tight little bondage, From the course Cotten brushing against her nude form, HEr eyes closed tight, Her nose stuffed with Cotten, Her lips dried and cracked as she squirmed, Her own weight in the plush forcing her down, Thick rounded legs pushign out from under her forcing he rinto a crude split that would of made her whimper, Untill finally he entered the room, Thick knotted tail plug designed with ridges to look as if it was ment to be screwed in, THe young girl had no idea someone had planned for those thick cold batteries to be worked into her, That they were ment to be pressed up her pert little backside.

The White Bull {TF, NC, Beast}

At least once a year, the people gather in worship, and celebration of the gods. It was always considered a contest between the nobles, of who could bring the gods the greatest offering. Every family tried to out do the other, but none was ever able to out do the queen. She offered things that most considered priceless, from great works of art, to the most skilled gladiator. Yet this year she out did herself. Through the finest selection, she'd been able to produce a magnificent white bull, the likes of what the world had never seen. But the bull was to great in the queens mind. She'd had it breed, and feed, surely it was hers by right? She'd given much more then most people had in their life times, she could keep this one thing.

Yet the gods disagreed, for in their eyes, this action meant the Queen saw herself above the gods, and they decided to teach her a lesson of humility. One morning, the Queen rose, though her mind was not her own. Aphrodite had taken hold of the Queens mind, and now controlled her like one would a puppet. She walked down to the finest craftsman in all of Greek, and requested for him to build her a hallowed out wooden cow. She explained that she wished the people see the prowess of her mighty bull, but such a mighty creature was surely above just any random cow, it deserved a real woman.The craftsman having heard tales of the mighty bull, and seeing the gold the queen presented, did not argue. Aphrodite then left in the form of the queen, and started inviting her near and dear, telling them she wished to display the great bull to them, in all his glory. The tales were many, but few had actually seen the bull, and so there were none who wished to miss this event. Aphrodite then returned to bed, and when the queen awoke, she knew of nothing which had happened. Until the day of celebration, when she awoke only to find herself strapped in bitch black darkness, unable to move.

Time and time again thru out the nights leading up to the grand celebration the queen would play puppet, And with good reason, The Goddess of love had a personal stake in all of this and had to get thigns right, Humiliating the Queen in the process, Forcing her to submit to the lowly hands of the Craftsmen and his many apprentices for measurements during the long hours of the night, Nude on a platform as a living model, Allowing them to grope, Fondle her all the while to make sure everything would be just right. One morning the queen would wake frmo her slumber with a growing Ache all over that suple Nubile form, Her back ached, Her wrist and Ankled burned from those tightly bound tanned leather straps, Down on her hands and knee's inside of that Wooden Cow, Her wrist pressing into the Arms of the Cow and shackled in place, Her feet suffered a simular face, Shackled in place, Her legs spread wide inside that bondage, Knee's almost to her sides, Her back forced to arch once that Wooden back was installed, Nailed in to place traping the shapely queen in that bondage, Forever as a tribute to the Gods if not for those instructions for a public revelation after the lewd events to follow, She tried to move, To flail, To scream for help but found her voice muted with only crude "Moo's" able to escape no matter how she tried to scream The costume crudely made of splintered and hard wood wouldnt afford her the conforts her tender caramel hued flesh used to, With only the tiniest bit of lite shining in from between her thighs, It would be a long day, With that opening at the "Cows" rear suspeciously large as the Craftsmen had her presented for all to see, Inviting them to Feel what the Bull was about to, To See what the Gods allowed their finest creations to have.

At first all was silent, but soon enough voices started to fill the air around her. Though the wood was thick, she could hear every word, thanks to Aphrodite. They asked the servants where their queen was, why she didn't receive them as was proper. The servants apologized and said the queen was occupied. Some of the guest cursed to themselves, feeling insulted, while others laughed and merely enjoyed the treats that was offered to them. At first none cared for the wooden cow in the middle of the room, for there was much art to be found in that room alone, and if people did admire it, it was from a distance. It was not until a young noble man started to look for the queen, his eyes flashed over the rear of the statue, and he paused...Had he just seen right? Upon closer speculation he had. A small hole was cut in the back of the cow, hard to see from a distance but up close he could see the flesh beyond. He inspected the cow carefully, but saw no cracks where one might enter, for it was expertly built after all, and only the craftsman himself knew how to open it. The man assumed it was something put there by the gods, and hesitated, then reading the writing smiled, and ran a thoughtful hand, over the unsuspecting queens folds.

By time the crowd moved away from the Wooden Cow the Queen trapt inside would of been torn between Rage and Tears as they completely ignored her and what she was going thru, It was their fault for not knowing and they would pay surely, But soon things grew silent for her, HEaring nothing outside of the occasional clatter of someone dropping something, She flailed in that bondage, Tears stained her features as her muted cries were reduced to little more than pitiful Moo's for attention. To her it would feel like hours had passed and not simple moments. The queen was locked in darkness, Oblivion as the young male approched her from behind and began inspecting her bondage, It was only a moment before she was stunned, Shocked to feel that hand pressing firm against those damp folds, Able to feel the wiggle of her hips, And the only movement her encasement allowed, The ability to raise or lower those hips ever so slightly, The Queen given a crude choice in how she would Take the Bull the first time, Between those quivering neithers? Or up that delectible backside only inches away from those probing fingers.

The Countess {Beast, NC, Snuff/vore}

The Countess as she was known by many, Was often said to be...Touched, She was mad and how wonderfully so, Hearing voices and whispers in the house, She called home. Always the vain woman, Wanting nothing more than to have all that she came across to swoon at the mere sight of her! Wanting a beauty that would never fade, She studied ancient lore and story's of the occult, Story's of bathing in the blood of the pure, Thus.. she did, One mid-winters evening luring one of her fathers young playthings away into hiding within her chambers, Enticing the supple beauty even to bathe with her, Only to slay the 'pet' bathe in her blood, And it worked! The voice of that Dark Goddess only grew louder in her head, desiring more, twisting the Countess' mind until she would be caught, In the dead of night they came, Baring flaming sticks and buckets of blessed water, Lead by a man of the church, Yet the voices grew stronger telling The young Countess how she could attain the perfection she desired.. but she needed more, The paltry pints gained from a few maidens wouldn't do, She needed to offer more.. much more, Yet even the whispers could of protected her from what was to come, Soon enraged mob's would arrive Setting her Family home ablaze, Yet The countess had already fled, Under the cover of the night.

She soon fell upon a long abandoned tower. With the hushed whispers guiding her every step, cold charred stone in the midst of a great unkempt Hedge maze. The whisper's continued, As she slowly climbed the tower. Her way up the winding stair case of the tower proving much more enjoyable than one ever could of imagined. The Countess paused, Stopping at each room she crossed, Peering inside only to be granted a tormenting vision, A lewd history to her new home unfolding in lurid detail before her eyes. The first sight being one cold stone room lit only by a flickering flame hanging from an ancient looking torches that lined the walls, Each room seeming even more deviant than the last, The first she cross would have a young girl, Naught more than a teen! The young daughter belonging to a nearby Nobleman writhing in pain, Everything about her screamed Lolita, Her knee's pressed firm to the cold stone, Long slender legs parted shamelessly, smooth little tummy bulged ever so slightly, Ample breast little more than palmfulls, Long golden locks of hair dirtied and unwashed, Matted to her shoulders soaked in saliva, and from what? Why that massive two headed Canine beast that easily towered over her, Mounting the supple girl from behind its long fur brushing against her spine as not one but Two knotted cocks pressed into her, Vanishing up one tiny little entrance or another as thick strings of drool dripped from its canine muzzles pooling into the girls hair and dripping down her features, The Countess lingered watching it replay again and again as if some memory etched into the very stone. Another room a similar scene, A slightly older girl, One she may of recognized, Shapely barmaid from the nearby town, Full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head. Strapped to an old sunken Stone table barely above a knee's height, Hay covering the floor as Griffins flocked into the room around her, With large open windows it had become a makeshift roost, The woman's stomach distended inhumanly and nearby he could see why, Eggs, Massive eggs nearly double the size of a young child! The woman reduced to a Breeding device, The tortured Brood Mother to the Griffins that Flocked into the small room at the towers edge. And yet other floors, Other rooms all held a different scene of deviance until finally he reached the Pinnacle of the tower, Large room etched with runes springing to life the moment she entered..

The Countess devoted the next few years of her life following the voices, etching, carving Runes of dark magics within the walls of the stone Tower, Once finished it brimmed with magic, Lost dark arts to fuel her twisted desires. The countess was told she could continue offering Young maidens and bathing in their blood, Thus She started inviting young nobles both male and female to her tower to partake in sins and lusts they had never dreamed, Fueled by soft whispers, The runes of the tower granted her certain gifts, Allowing the countess to control what ever beast or even demons that stalked the halls, The Towers long halls echoing with the cries, Both male and female all at her beckon, The Countess relishing in seeing nothing more than those who thought little of her brought to their knee's in the throws of rapture, but she waited, contenueing to corrupt and taint their minds and body until they came, begging, offering themselves willingly, Her ways continued selecting only the best, Again she would bath in their blood caring little as the others watched, To lost in their own lust to stop her or try an escape, But soon the knights came, Again yet the bindings, The Rune's prevented followers not of the Goddess from entering. Thus They set it ablaze, Feeding the flames while the Countess dwelled still within, Smoke poured from the tallest windows, by morning the tower was left covered in ash and filled with soot, They could finally enter, the top floor of the tower they found large marble pools filled with blood yet no sign of the Countess, Venturing its depths, To its deepest pits only to find her, With flesh turned to stone, her form perfection nary a mark of fire touched within feet of the ever shapely Countess now turned to stone, The tower would be left, Soon the knights, Priest and clerics left, returning once every few moons to purify the Tower, yet ever still the villagers nearby could hear a torrid string of bliss-filled moans echoing thru the night from the tower, The countess still yet lived, Immortal, undieing, Unable to escape the Tower.