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Zoophilian
The Ridden
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2013
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. Sure they would end up losing a student or two which would get mixxed in with the real animals and be shipped off to some farm or kennel but the reward for the school outweighed the risk of a few of the student body.
He had spent the better part of the day helping his classmates get suited up, The pheromones burned his eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from his nearly shoulder length ginger colored hair. He had his eyes set on pulling aside one of his classmates in the back room and having his way with them while they were helpless to say no, But his plans were cut short when one of the animal handlers calls him aside, His heart raced, knowing what was coming. One of the older students meant to fill out the Donkey suit had ended up in the back room having his way with a shapely bitch he thought was one of the classmates! Only to inturn be mounted by the almost feral wolf in return for being violated, At this moment the boy was in the back, knotted, trying not to be mauled.
Which left him the responsibility of being one of the larger creatures on display with the risk of being paired with a creature of equal size. Slowly he was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over his legs, With toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for him to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to his bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly his form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing him to stand upright or stretch his legs in certain ways, Soon he felt a cold wet hand slapping wetly between his parted thighs, stroking his cock till it dripped and drooled, Painfully erect and dripping with an oily pheromone mixture. His erect length worked into the rubbery sheath of the bondage, where it would be squeezed and almost milked by the now dripping latex. The opening at the tip of the leathery sheath dripped with that pheromone mixture almost as if a calling card sent out long before he was ever seen, But the entire building smelled of Sex, Ripe with pheromones but no human nose could of told the difference, But he certainly would by experience alone.
Soon his stomach vanished, back, chest, Arms to soon 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 him closer to the right size. By the end not a single seam would be visible, The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over his features, Allowing him 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 he could ask any questions he was greeted to that same hand, dripping with pheromones that had worked over his cock, Slowly being worked into his mouth, Drenched in those oils coating his tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.
He would stare, watching with wide eyes when that hand pressed into that rounded equine muzzle that jutted out from his face, And slowly started to sink in, inch by inch till it was stretched wide, squeezing the arm visibly. That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into his mouth, While to anyone looking on it looked horribly cruel, Like the person was fishing for something out of the Donkey's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over his teeth, A device that would bind to his teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing his mouth to close entirely, yet allow limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of his mouth forcing him to drool and gag, Choking even as that oily pheromone mixture dripped down his throat. In the end he looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Only able to hear muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at him, His body ached with every movement he made.
He had spent the better part of the day helping his classmates get suited up, The pheromones burned his eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from his nearly shoulder length ginger colored hair. He had his eyes set on pulling aside one of his classmates in the back room and having his way with them while they were helpless to say no, But his plans were cut short when one of the animal handlers calls him aside, His heart raced, knowing what was coming. One of the older students meant to fill out the Donkey suit had ended up in the back room having his way with a shapely bitch he thought was one of the classmates! Only to inturn be mounted by the almost feral wolf in return for being violated, At this moment the boy was in the back, knotted, trying not to be mauled.
Which left him the responsibility of being one of the larger creatures on display with the risk of being paired with a creature of equal size. Slowly he was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over his legs, With toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for him to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to his bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly his form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing him to stand upright or stretch his legs in certain ways, Soon he felt a cold wet hand slapping wetly between his parted thighs, stroking his cock till it dripped and drooled, Painfully erect and dripping with an oily pheromone mixture. His erect length worked into the rubbery sheath of the bondage, where it would be squeezed and almost milked by the now dripping latex. The opening at the tip of the leathery sheath dripped with that pheromone mixture almost as if a calling card sent out long before he was ever seen, But the entire building smelled of Sex, Ripe with pheromones but no human nose could of told the difference, But he certainly would by experience alone.
Soon his stomach vanished, back, chest, Arms to soon 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 him closer to the right size. By the end not a single seam would be visible, The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over his features, Allowing him 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 he could ask any questions he was greeted to that same hand, dripping with pheromones that had worked over his cock, Slowly being worked into his mouth, Drenched in those oils coating his tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.
He would stare, watching with wide eyes when that hand pressed into that rounded equine muzzle that jutted out from his face, And slowly started to sink in, inch by inch till it was stretched wide, squeezing the arm visibly. That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into his mouth, While to anyone looking on it looked horribly cruel, Like the person was fishing for something out of the Donkey's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over his teeth, A device that would bind to his teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing his mouth to close entirely, yet allow limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of his mouth forcing him to drool and gag, Choking even as that oily pheromone mixture dripped down his throat. In the end he looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Only able to hear muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at him, His body ached with every movement he made.