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Zoophilian
The Ridden
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2013
It was all so surreal, That flesh suit made from the flesh of a real animal, It would be slick and wet, squishing all around him when his legs were eased in, Ignored the sight of the wet fleshy feel of it all, Ignored the blood that pooled around his limbs as each was eased in place as he was bent over and squeezed the rest of the way in, It made him shiver just the idea of becoming an animal, Wearing the skin, the muscle, the bone of another creature. It should of horrified him, the appearence of the Flayed horse but it didnt, Even as one by one his limbs were pressed into it, As he was slowly made to bend and have the wet flesh against his slender body with very little help needed to ensure he would be at the core of the flesh suit.
No sooner than his face was pressed in place would he feel the flesh suit being closed around him, For the day he was to be a horse, He woudl let slip meek whimpers and gasps as the flesh suit was pulled into place, and diligently stitched shut sealing him inside with the strange scents of musk, flesh and enough pheromone laced oils to make his eyes burn. He felt those thick fingers at his tailhole just below that lifeless cropt tail, Probing inside just for an instant ensuring to spread the oily lube inside and make sure all was lined up with that puffy swollen equine tailhole. The hand at the sheath forcing his cock inside would almost bring his young form to orgasm by time it was done, Oiling and stroking ensuring it fit perfect into the leather sheath of the horse suit, To him it would be like constantly twisting a well oiled Fleshlight around his cock with every movement, Then came the that hand working the muzzle in place, probing fingers and rubber over his teeth ensuring the head was anchored properly in place to his own skull and ensuring he couldnt bite down or speak.
The transformation would take nothing less than an hour or two, the end result would be passable, he would be an perfect copy of the champion turned mare. He was the champion only with a squish-able human center, By time it was over he would be drooling, unable to close his mouth, Sticky strands of oil and precum drooled from that sheath which throbbed ever so slightly with the pulsing of his heart.
The Small stallion he was inside of, The beast he was replacing in every way that could be called wrong was a champion but not for racing or breeding, Its Stock laughable, Yet it was a deviant little horse, Known for milking the seed from other male stallions, swallowing thousands of dollars worth of seed with every slurp, atleast, Untill it ran afoul a Shire stallion which surprised the pony sized Champion by being just alittle to large for its well trained muzzle to swallow and never stood a chance of escaping, But the show had to go on, The farm had a reputation to keep up! And they certainly couldnt lose the main reason people brought their stock for those long winter months.
They all knew the risks of what could happen should anything fail or if he even got close to the wrong sized horse but it was for the good of teh farm as a whole, And he was the youngest so he had less to lose or so they figured. The beast he was at the heart of had spent years swallowing the full legnths of full sized stallions, Nursing the seed from theri cocks for no other reason than it could or it liked it, And he would have to learn to do the same, And quickly.
He would spend nothing short of the next hour or even three wandering around the stable, around the stall he was in learning how to move, how to turn. Learning the limits and weight of that flesh around him till inside he woudl be glistening, dripping with sweat having cum more times than he could count till it drooled from that thick sheath knowing how very wrong it was to be cumming inside that horse sheath.
By time he learned to manuver, learned to ajust and shift with the weight of that flesh around him he would be panting heavily, Drooling from that muzzle and sheath barely able to move, Eyes glazed over he was in bliss, With every step straining to coax another orgasm from him as that wet leathery flesh only became more slippery, wet with his own seed that would eventally drip to the ground below. he was already exhausted and on the verse of defeat, With so very little time remaining before the very public showing that could ruin the farm if he failed to successfully swallow an entire equine length as it was fed to him. But, It wasn't like he was in any position to tell another Horse no, Spelling like a ripe mare in heat.
No sooner than his face was pressed in place would he feel the flesh suit being closed around him, For the day he was to be a horse, He woudl let slip meek whimpers and gasps as the flesh suit was pulled into place, and diligently stitched shut sealing him inside with the strange scents of musk, flesh and enough pheromone laced oils to make his eyes burn. He felt those thick fingers at his tailhole just below that lifeless cropt tail, Probing inside just for an instant ensuring to spread the oily lube inside and make sure all was lined up with that puffy swollen equine tailhole. The hand at the sheath forcing his cock inside would almost bring his young form to orgasm by time it was done, Oiling and stroking ensuring it fit perfect into the leather sheath of the horse suit, To him it would be like constantly twisting a well oiled Fleshlight around his cock with every movement, Then came the that hand working the muzzle in place, probing fingers and rubber over his teeth ensuring the head was anchored properly in place to his own skull and ensuring he couldnt bite down or speak.
The transformation would take nothing less than an hour or two, the end result would be passable, he would be an perfect copy of the champion turned mare. He was the champion only with a squish-able human center, By time it was over he would be drooling, unable to close his mouth, Sticky strands of oil and precum drooled from that sheath which throbbed ever so slightly with the pulsing of his heart.
The Small stallion he was inside of, The beast he was replacing in every way that could be called wrong was a champion but not for racing or breeding, Its Stock laughable, Yet it was a deviant little horse, Known for milking the seed from other male stallions, swallowing thousands of dollars worth of seed with every slurp, atleast, Untill it ran afoul a Shire stallion which surprised the pony sized Champion by being just alittle to large for its well trained muzzle to swallow and never stood a chance of escaping, But the show had to go on, The farm had a reputation to keep up! And they certainly couldnt lose the main reason people brought their stock for those long winter months.
They all knew the risks of what could happen should anything fail or if he even got close to the wrong sized horse but it was for the good of teh farm as a whole, And he was the youngest so he had less to lose or so they figured. The beast he was at the heart of had spent years swallowing the full legnths of full sized stallions, Nursing the seed from theri cocks for no other reason than it could or it liked it, And he would have to learn to do the same, And quickly.
He would spend nothing short of the next hour or even three wandering around the stable, around the stall he was in learning how to move, how to turn. Learning the limits and weight of that flesh around him till inside he woudl be glistening, dripping with sweat having cum more times than he could count till it drooled from that thick sheath knowing how very wrong it was to be cumming inside that horse sheath.
By time he learned to manuver, learned to ajust and shift with the weight of that flesh around him he would be panting heavily, Drooling from that muzzle and sheath barely able to move, Eyes glazed over he was in bliss, With every step straining to coax another orgasm from him as that wet leathery flesh only became more slippery, wet with his own seed that would eventally drip to the ground below. he was already exhausted and on the verse of defeat, With so very little time remaining before the very public showing that could ruin the farm if he failed to successfully swallow an entire equine length as it was fed to him. But, It wasn't like he was in any position to tell another Horse no, Spelling like a ripe mare in heat.