Pin the tail on the...

The suiting up process had to this point taken hours, Hours outside of that small farm house on the porch, In the beginning it was done in the cool shade but as more and more of the suit came around her, as she was slowly transformed into something no longer human, It meant more time down in the sun. It was a brisk 90 degrees out which meant it would be well over one hundred inside that heavy latex and real horse hair bondage. She had barely arrived at her friends house before she was literally herded outside and Striped of her clothing, forced to stay in a single position with her legs stretched bent over ever so slightly at the hip and told not to move.

Scolded and even spanked if she dared to move as her nude form would be rubbed down from head to toe in scented pheromone laced oils, Not for anything sexual but to complete the illusion, To give her the proper smell, the scent. It all left her to blush, To Squirm and even moan in response, The pheromones burned her eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from her shoulder length ginger colored hair.

Slowly she was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over her legs, Her toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for her to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to her bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly her form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing her to stand upright or stretch her legs in certain ways, Soon her stomach vanished, back.. Chest, Her arms worked into the front limbs with his hands forced to curl, Pressing firm against the second joint or Knee of the Hooven legs allowing it to bend properly and making her closer to the right size.

If anything the woman piecing together that heavy bondage would be a perfectionist when it came to these creations, By the end not a single seam would be visible, She could of sworn they were made of real horse hide, but that would be another story.. The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over her features, Allowing her to stare almost cross eyed thru the openings for eyes. Staring down the length of that muzzle which would measure several inches, Rounded bulbous, Before she could ask any questions she was greeted to a hand being worked into her mouth, Drenched in those oils coating her tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.

That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into her mouth While it looked horribly cruel, Like the woman was fishing for something out of the horses throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into her mouth, Against her lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over her teeth, A device that would bind to her teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing her mouth to close entirely, yet allow her limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of her mouth forcing her to drool and gag, Choking even. In the end she looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Her hearing muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at her, Her body ached with every movement she made. All the while the woman seemed content with taunting the young girl, About having her fitted with some blinders, a bit and maybe even a Saddle before the day was done! But it would all be in good cheer.. right? Still the thought alone made her heart race.

The woman loved her side work, Crafting those deviant animal suits and even more encasing the girls of various ages inside fo whatever reasons, She couldn't help but to pause, Remembering still the first girl she forced into one of those animal suits. The poor woman thought er husband was sleeping around on her. She couldn't help but to grin casting her gaze out towards one of the fields where at this moment she could see the turned speckled grey mare, being rutted by a much larger horse. She could only imagine how the woman's stomach bloated every day with seed.

With a soft sigh her attention turned back to the young girl transformed into the Donkey, It was almost time, Time for the party where she would be the star, The star of a very lewd game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Inside that Donkey suit her body ached from being in such a bent over position, Even while having those long forelegs for support of her arms it still made her arms, legs and back burn and ache from being in position for so long, She was only told this was for the party, She was to be the star, A present for her friend, The older woman's son but would be left clueless about anything else to come in the long night ahead.

The Drama Club. {TF, Beast, MxM}

It was that time of year again when the Drama club got together to put on a twisted show for the entire town to see, The school simply didn't have the funds to rent a full stock of real animal's which meant things had to go in a different direction. Which meant that the school would have to enlist its students to fill many of the animal roles. It was the prime function of the Drama club. Having the students, Both male and female pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. This year all had gone without a hitch, At least before one of them was mounted, Center stage even in front of the entire town. The show came to a glorious end with the Boy in that heavy bondage, That Latex suit that mimicked a small Pony or to be more exact, A Donkey. 

When he had been walked out onto the stage in that heavy bondage ripe with animal pheromones he was forced to try and fight off the advances of that large dominating Donkey. It was easy to say he lost, With its length easily a foot and a half long, Being thrust, beaten against that rubbery muzzle before gaining entry, Thick flared tip worked like a battering ram against his mouth, against the back of his throat as the crowd watched on in an Daze. Staring as they could see a stream of heated liquids drooling from the boys Equine muzzle as he was forced into guzzling nearly a Gallon of Piss and Cum from a very real and very aggressive Donkey that joined them on stage.

Everyone had a laugh save for the boys parents and the boy himself who felt his stomach ache, burning with that lewd mixture, He couldn't help but to gag, coughing up a heated mouthful of the Donkeys Seed, He was forced to leave the stage still in bondage, In that lifelike Pony costume and no one would have seen since. That would of been nearly a full week ago, And still he couldn't get the taste of that dirty, unwashed cock Donkey cock from his mouth and throat, His stomach still ached, Sloshed still with the lewd fluids offered by the Donkey. Not that he would be in much better shape after running away still in that bondage, Into the woods away from town, Wandering for days on end, Only to end up so far from town, So turned around he couldn't of found his way back if he wanted to, His only saving grace? That heavy latex and fur suited bondage saved him from the winters chilling bite, Even if it did have a knack for attracting Wild horse's and other mountain creatures, Drawn by those lewd scents of sex that still dripped and drooled from his muzzle.

His mind raced with thoughts of how his nightmare would end. Would it be worse to be hunted, Poached like some wild animal? Or caught, used to carry supplies like the very beast he mimicked, Or find himself Returned to town and unmasked for all to know just who was able to swallow such a length with apparent ease? Or would some other twisted fate find him in the Woods, So far from the town he called home. He could of only hear muffled sounds of the world around him making things all the more frightening, And making it all the harder to find civilization again. Save for that hunting camp he almost walked right into the middle of, Thankfully he realized what he was walking and had pause before entering. He trudged thru the forest noisily, Tired, Heavy were those hooven feet he was forced into wearing, Cummy drool still dripped from that stretched, Gaped little muzzle, with pheromones and the scents of sex mixing in a pugent aura all around him, Surely attracting much more unwanted attention. The Donkeys cock destroyed his throat with its unusually thick Flared tip, He learned that he couldn't swallow right, or make more than a whimper without wincing in pain,  Certainly unable to cry out or even explain the situiation if he was found.. Or if he dared revealing his story thinking it might be better if the world thought he was a simple animal..