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Zoophilian
The Ridden
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2013
{Work in progress! Plan on adding more, General idea is for lots of beast encounters, With her being on the receiving end, Looking for her to turn the tables, Mounting once or twice, No limits as always, Looking for creative minds and outside the box thinking.}
Getting suited up for the party had been half the fun, Up in the upper level of the small two story house, Tucked away in the attic as that heavy latex and fur mesh was inched over her body, Her fingers curled under, into her palm allowing her hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if her fingers would break with a single miss use of her weight, Her back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over her nude form. Keeping her ample breast squeezed tight against her chest. Her Toes filled out the hind paws forcing her to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around her, Encasing her in that Canine form. She couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way she could remove it on her own. Yet still she would have no clue just how perminate the bondage would be.
Deep green eyes stared up at her friend, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of her. Making sure that mask, The muzzle would fit, To disguise all of those human features replacing them with Canine ones. It was time for that final piece, The device that would allow her to control the muzzle, She stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, Her friends hand pressing inside, Forcing her mouth to its limits till she felt her jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in her mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over her teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment she bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over her teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent her from closing her mouth, Causing her to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as she moved her mouth. The bondage would be complete.
That latex would squeak slightly with every movement she made, Pinching, Tweaking her nipples with every breath she took, Drool constantly splattering to the floor below, Between those quivering thighs she could feel her friends hand, Working over that last bit of the bondage, Her own heavy orbs fitted neatly into those of that Male canine bondage, Her length filled out that rubbery sheath, And should she get excited? Her length would stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her length, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release.
As if just to test this theory out. Even after it was far to late to back out, She felt that rubbery tail being raised, With her friend settling in behind her, Able to feel that heated breath and finally tongue working over that pert little anal entrance. She felt hands coming to hold her hips, Fingers raking thru the fur that now wrapped her shapely hips, Lightly tugging, Squeezing as that tongue probed in and out into that pert little tail hole, Which would be the The only flesh visible remaining on her form, Hidden under that tail that perfect pink little entrance. Her moans heard thru the small attic muffled ever so slightly from that muzzle, She was forced to stand there, For nearly thirty full minutes being teased and probed by her friends tongue and fingers till her length pressed thru the Sheath, Standing painfully erect slapping against her now furried bellie, Fur becoming tangled around it as she squirmed, Helpless to relieve the stress, Humping helplessly a201t the air as with a giggle her friend would back away.
It was time, Time to go to out into the world, She was left to hot and bothered to think straight, Relishing in the rush of being so.. exposed as she was lead carefully down flight after flight of stairs, From the safe confines of the house and finally into the streets, Blushing at the attention even the petting from neighbors that hadn't realized it was her. The shapely young girl next door, Transformed into a Canine on the prowl. In a way she would be just that, On the Prowl, Seeking something... Some one to raise her tail, Or even Mount in turn.
It was new years, A Time for new beginnings, A New Life. Walking down on those heavy paws, Back arched and prone, Her hips almost swaying with every movement she made. Her mind still reeling, Daydreaming as she walked about that near hour long process of being suited up, About her friends probing tongue and sweet promises of mountings to come.
No sooner than she arrived at the party at the center of the small park she was welcomed to any number of drinks being offered to her, More than once she remembered a bottle being outright inserted into that muzzle, The pungent beer, Flooding into her mouth with little choice but to swallow and be left gasping using her tongue to plug the mouth of the bottle before it was pulled away.
Before she could enjoy the new found freedom of being a Canine, The night was quickly becoming a blur, She would have her fill, She could remember that more than a few times would had been ushered off into a dark little corner of the park, With her tail raised, With a string of muffled Howls escaping that muzzle as one guy or another fed his length up her backside only to finish, And Wipe their cummy length against her furried backside, Leaving her with a filled tummy and a growing need for her own release.
Before she realized it the night was done, Her adventure's as a Dog over all to quickly, Or so she thought, Waking with a groan in the middle of that park just in time to see a man in a uniform Tightening that Catch pole, That long stick with the noose at its end, Before she had time to sit up, Before she could remember her position, What she looked like she felt that Noose tighten and the man tell her again and again "its going to be all right... Calm down boy" With that last word her heart raced, It all seemed to come to a stop, It would be something out of a nightmare, Or some twisted dream, Yer she knew it was her own fault, Comming to a party all tussed up as an Dog, A Male dog, With that furried Sheath hiding her still aching length.
She couldn't say no, She couldn't resist or explain what had happened as she was pulled, Jerked along right up until she was forced into that back of that Truck. Realizing all to late that it was the Dog Catcher that dragged her along and forced her in the truck. She would be well on her way to a Kennel, Her mind raced.. What would happen to her? Surely the Vet or what ever examined her would realize she was a human and not some Dog, There would be no way she could say she was a human, No way she could vocalize outside or whimpered groans, Whimpers and the occasional moan as she Sat in the back of that enclosed truck.
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Getting suited up for the party had been half the fun, Up in the upper level of the small two story house, Tucked away in the attic as that heavy latex and fur mesh was inched over her body, Her fingers curled under, into her palm allowing her hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if her fingers would break with a single miss use of her weight, Her back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over her nude form. Keeping her ample breast squeezed tight against her chest. Her Toes filled out the hind paws forcing her to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around her, Encasing her in that Canine form. She couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way she could remove it on her own. Yet still she would have no clue just how perminate the bondage would be.
Deep green eyes stared up at her friend, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of her. Making sure that mask, The muzzle would fit, To disguise all of those human features replacing them with Canine ones. It was time for that final piece, The device that would allow her to control the muzzle, She stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, Her friends hand pressing inside, Forcing her mouth to its limits till she felt her jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in her mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over her teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment she bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over her teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent her from closing her mouth, Causing her to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as she moved her mouth. The bondage would be complete.
That latex would squeak slightly with every movement she made, Pinching, Tweaking her nipples with every breath she took, Drool constantly splattering to the floor below, Between those quivering thighs she could feel her friends hand, Working over that last bit of the bondage, Her own heavy orbs fitted neatly into those of that Male canine bondage, Her length filled out that rubbery sheath, And should she get excited? Her length would stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her length, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release.
As if just to test this theory out. Even after it was far to late to back out, She felt that rubbery tail being raised, With her friend settling in behind her, Able to feel that heated breath and finally tongue working over that pert little anal entrance. She felt hands coming to hold her hips, Fingers raking thru the fur that now wrapped her shapely hips, Lightly tugging, Squeezing as that tongue probed in and out into that pert little tail hole, Which would be the The only flesh visible remaining on her form, Hidden under that tail that perfect pink little entrance. Her moans heard thru the small attic muffled ever so slightly from that muzzle, She was forced to stand there, For nearly thirty full minutes being teased and probed by her friends tongue and fingers till her length pressed thru the Sheath, Standing painfully erect slapping against her now furried bellie, Fur becoming tangled around it as she squirmed, Helpless to relieve the stress, Humping helplessly a201t the air as with a giggle her friend would back away.
It was time, Time to go to out into the world, She was left to hot and bothered to think straight, Relishing in the rush of being so.. exposed as she was lead carefully down flight after flight of stairs, From the safe confines of the house and finally into the streets, Blushing at the attention even the petting from neighbors that hadn't realized it was her. The shapely young girl next door, Transformed into a Canine on the prowl. In a way she would be just that, On the Prowl, Seeking something... Some one to raise her tail, Or even Mount in turn.
It was new years, A Time for new beginnings, A New Life. Walking down on those heavy paws, Back arched and prone, Her hips almost swaying with every movement she made. Her mind still reeling, Daydreaming as she walked about that near hour long process of being suited up, About her friends probing tongue and sweet promises of mountings to come.
No sooner than she arrived at the party at the center of the small park she was welcomed to any number of drinks being offered to her, More than once she remembered a bottle being outright inserted into that muzzle, The pungent beer, Flooding into her mouth with little choice but to swallow and be left gasping using her tongue to plug the mouth of the bottle before it was pulled away.
Before she could enjoy the new found freedom of being a Canine, The night was quickly becoming a blur, She would have her fill, She could remember that more than a few times would had been ushered off into a dark little corner of the park, With her tail raised, With a string of muffled Howls escaping that muzzle as one guy or another fed his length up her backside only to finish, And Wipe their cummy length against her furried backside, Leaving her with a filled tummy and a growing need for her own release.
Before she realized it the night was done, Her adventure's as a Dog over all to quickly, Or so she thought, Waking with a groan in the middle of that park just in time to see a man in a uniform Tightening that Catch pole, That long stick with the noose at its end, Before she had time to sit up, Before she could remember her position, What she looked like she felt that Noose tighten and the man tell her again and again "its going to be all right... Calm down boy" With that last word her heart raced, It all seemed to come to a stop, It would be something out of a nightmare, Or some twisted dream, Yer she knew it was her own fault, Comming to a party all tussed up as an Dog, A Male dog, With that furried Sheath hiding her still aching length.
She couldn't say no, She couldn't resist or explain what had happened as she was pulled, Jerked along right up until she was forced into that back of that Truck. Realizing all to late that it was the Dog Catcher that dragged her along and forced her in the truck. She would be well on her way to a Kennel, Her mind raced.. What would happen to her? Surely the Vet or what ever examined her would realize she was a human and not some Dog, There would be no way she could say she was a human, No way she could vocalize outside or whimpered groans, Whimpers and the occasional moan as she Sat in the back of that enclosed truck.
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