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The Stand in. {Beast, MxF}

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Zoophilian

The Ridden
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Feb 7, 2013
She had always been an animal lover in the most innocent of ways, Yet it had quickly become her obsession, and with good reason, Raised around the ever massive equine beast she thought it all normal, Farm life. Until she saw the other side of the families work, Milking the mighty beasts of their seed. From the first time she saw one rutting into that heavy mare stand to the moment it dismounted and she caught glimpse of its length slapping against its barreled belly, splattering precious priceless seed to the ground below before retreating back to its sheath, glistening, drooling all the while. She was sold, The idea of it all overcame her, She would become obsessed with the sight to the point she simply had to touch, to smell, To even taste.

Over weeks she grew braver, Begging, pleading with her father for the chance to over see the act before finally being allowed. For her it would start small, Miniature's, Donkeys even helping them mount the stand finally gaining a hands on a pulsing length, Able to grip and stroke over the days stealing a oh so brief taste of its dirty, unwashed cock, Yet the feeling of a warm wet hole to much for a beast being lead to the stand and naturally she would feel it buck, straining to drive its entire girth into her mouth. She tried, each time she had privacy, leading one to the stand, Trying to suckle at the tip of its length and each time if the flared tip had not been so great it would of found purchase within her quivering lips as it lunged forward into the stand.

With each time she would linger, Remaining knelt, watching, staring, Waiting till it finally came only to steal a handful of seed, Watching the thick pool of liquid dance between her fingers before finally tasting it. Her cheeks grew a rosey shade it was something she could no longer keep secret telling her friends again and again what she had done, that she had tasted the seed of Miniature's, Donkeys and even a full sized Stallion's seed, Drinking it directly from flared and crowned length, They marveled and naturally assumed she had done far more than she let on, Who was she to deny the attention they pushed her way, Thinking she knew everything about such twisted things.

She told stories to her friends of how she would milk the seed from the animals of the farm, Let it fill her favorite cup and sit at her fathers table with him feet away, Drinking the near priceless seed still warm able to feel it tickling the back of her throat with every sip while making small talk, She spun story's selling her self as a harlot trained and raised on Horse seed to keep her friends interest.

It all lead to her current position, that young petite teen, with that soft caramel hued flesh glistening with sweat, Offering a wanton moan as one of her dear friends pulled tight the last strap of that harness that held her in place, Till it dug into supple flesh ever so slight. She found purchase below that breeding stand, Strapped in place, Her legs bend almost at a painful angle to remain hidden by the legs of the stand, her supple valentine shaped rump smooth with the curve of the breeding stand, Sandy colored locks of hair cut short not to attract attention days before with her friends instruction. She would be nude, her heart racing as her friend patted her bare thigh, cheeks flush a cherry shade as her heart raced, Somehow she had lead her friends on, lead them into believing that she had successfully survived being mounted and naturally they wanted to see themselves!

It would be set up not at her family's farm but at her friends, Miles down the road from her own home to face down an array of horse's she didn't know that she had never gotten to touch, Her friends gathered around, Kneeling on either side of the stand, staring up at her nude form watching her ample breast sway ever so slightly with each breath she took just barely hidden beneath the rim of that stand. They made idle talk, Some daring to reach out running hand along her trembling stomach, Against that wooden bit pressed so snugly between her lips, Worn and chewed on still damp with the saliva of a stallion which made her squirm all the more even as hands roamed over that tuft of hair just above swollen nether lips as she squirmed with thoughts of what was about to happen.

Her eyes wide when she heard them say something in a hushed tone and quickly scatter, she could then feel the stand shifting, Moving as she was wheeled away from the safety of the stable where she was supposed to be, Able to hear only muffled voices of the adults, The other stand had broken down? And her... The stand in to fill in for the day against naught one, But the entire days roster.
 
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