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Zoophilian
The Ridden
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2013
It was the perfect test for her students, the final examination she mused silently to herself. She would become an Animal in the name of testing the next generation of Vets. It would all take place at a small veterinary school just outside a equally small town in the middle of no-where. For her the day had started hours before dawn, Her hair a fiery ginger with long slightly curled locks that would come past her shoulders reaching to the curve of that shapely backside, Her flesh a soft almost porcelain milky hue, Her curves plentiful with long coltish legs that arched ever so slightly, Shapely hips with a ever so slightly plump valentine shaped rump. Full rounded breasts every bit the handful and nearly the size of a young boy's head able to sway and bounce ever so slightly with any given movement she made. Yet all that would be hidden by this point.
Hours had been spent by this point working her into that bondage, working the heavy latex and real horsehair mesh around her shapely nude form using the provided pheromone laced oils to allow it to slip on easier and leave her with the proper musk of a mare. Again and again, her single co-worker doing all the heavy lifting told her it couldn't be removed short of being melted off, and each time they brought it up she told them just to do it, Inside the suit her own oiled flesh would be squeezed and groped by that of the suit, a harness held her back flush with that of the suit, ensuring her spine and holes lined up properly, her head forced to tilt back staring down that muzzle, Locked in place at the rear of the mare's faux skull. Yet they could worry about that when the time came as her human features vanished slowly and she filled out that Equine bondage more and more. The flesh of the suit a deep chestnut color with a ginger-colored tail and her own real locks of hair threaded thru to make up the mane of the bondage.
She would be a sight, That now chestnut-colored mare with a ginger mane. Leaving her to Stare down that long muzzle, With her co-workers long arm, entire hand working into her mouth working the fitting over her teeth till she gagged, Choked, Believing she would suffocate before that hand was removed from her quivering lips and from that stretched muzzle that measured several inches in length, She could feel them pinching and tugging the flesh that was glued almost to her own, ensuring it was fitted properly that it would move how she did, She felt probing fingers at those plump mare cunt lips, forcing her own to stretch in the name of ensuring it was all lined up, oiled figures did the same then with her asshole before she was loaded into a truck, an old horse carrier and away from any resemblance of human life, Willingly.
It was all in the name of testing. She would play the role of the mare in front of her own student Vets, The same students she had spend months with training and now all would be clueless that their first animal of the day wasn't an animal at all. For her it was all so simple, clinical almost, If the students failed to not properly examine and prep her for breeding like a proper mare end of the day they would all fail, if a single one addressed her as a human and not the silly animal name she had picked out, they would fail all the same. Gods how her heart raced with the mere thought of how humiliating it would all be, how wrong it could go and yet, if they succeeded she would be on the receiving end of a very humiliating experiencing involving a speculum, more than a few well-oiled fists slipping in and out of her quivering holes and countless other normal things for a horse that would be all too cruel to the shapely human.
When the students arrived they would be given the paperwork for 'the mare' and instructed to retrieve her from the horse carrier, get her prepped and begin the examination. It felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest as she waited patiently, locked away in that horse carrier able to hear the nervous yet equally excited voices seeming all the more excited that their teacher was no where around to proctor the exam. Yet she was confident still, her students were top of the class and she bet against her co-workers that they would opt out and quit well before the first speculum was oiled up. She had left specific note at near each device and all around the room where the examination was to take place with her own simple instructions and rules. How they were not to address her as human and simply as Mare or Milly. How no matter what protests she offered from behind that muzzle they were not to stop if they wanted a passing grade. Yet little did she know that only moments after setting the students to task her co-worker would be called away on an emergency call, leaving her at the mercy of her students, with no oversight to spare her before things began to spiral beyond her control.
Hours had been spent by this point working her into that bondage, working the heavy latex and real horsehair mesh around her shapely nude form using the provided pheromone laced oils to allow it to slip on easier and leave her with the proper musk of a mare. Again and again, her single co-worker doing all the heavy lifting told her it couldn't be removed short of being melted off, and each time they brought it up she told them just to do it, Inside the suit her own oiled flesh would be squeezed and groped by that of the suit, a harness held her back flush with that of the suit, ensuring her spine and holes lined up properly, her head forced to tilt back staring down that muzzle, Locked in place at the rear of the mare's faux skull. Yet they could worry about that when the time came as her human features vanished slowly and she filled out that Equine bondage more and more. The flesh of the suit a deep chestnut color with a ginger-colored tail and her own real locks of hair threaded thru to make up the mane of the bondage.
She would be a sight, That now chestnut-colored mare with a ginger mane. Leaving her to Stare down that long muzzle, With her co-workers long arm, entire hand working into her mouth working the fitting over her teeth till she gagged, Choked, Believing she would suffocate before that hand was removed from her quivering lips and from that stretched muzzle that measured several inches in length, She could feel them pinching and tugging the flesh that was glued almost to her own, ensuring it was fitted properly that it would move how she did, She felt probing fingers at those plump mare cunt lips, forcing her own to stretch in the name of ensuring it was all lined up, oiled figures did the same then with her asshole before she was loaded into a truck, an old horse carrier and away from any resemblance of human life, Willingly.
It was all in the name of testing. She would play the role of the mare in front of her own student Vets, The same students she had spend months with training and now all would be clueless that their first animal of the day wasn't an animal at all. For her it was all so simple, clinical almost, If the students failed to not properly examine and prep her for breeding like a proper mare end of the day they would all fail, if a single one addressed her as a human and not the silly animal name she had picked out, they would fail all the same. Gods how her heart raced with the mere thought of how humiliating it would all be, how wrong it could go and yet, if they succeeded she would be on the receiving end of a very humiliating experiencing involving a speculum, more than a few well-oiled fists slipping in and out of her quivering holes and countless other normal things for a horse that would be all too cruel to the shapely human.
When the students arrived they would be given the paperwork for 'the mare' and instructed to retrieve her from the horse carrier, get her prepped and begin the examination. It felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest as she waited patiently, locked away in that horse carrier able to hear the nervous yet equally excited voices seeming all the more excited that their teacher was no where around to proctor the exam. Yet she was confident still, her students were top of the class and she bet against her co-workers that they would opt out and quit well before the first speculum was oiled up. She had left specific note at near each device and all around the room where the examination was to take place with her own simple instructions and rules. How they were not to address her as human and simply as Mare or Milly. How no matter what protests she offered from behind that muzzle they were not to stop if they wanted a passing grade. Yet little did she know that only moments after setting the students to task her co-worker would be called away on an emergency call, leaving her at the mercy of her students, with no oversight to spare her before things began to spiral beyond her control.
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