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Zoophilian
The Ridden
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2013
Pin the tail on the..
The suiting up process had to this point taken hours, Hours outside of that small farm house on the porch, In the beginning it was done in the cool shade but as more and more of the suit came around her, as she was slowly transformed into something no longer human, It meant more time down in the sun. It was a brisk 90 degrees out which meant it would be well over one hundred inside that heavy latex and real horse hair bondage. She had barely arrived at her friends house before she was literally herded outside and Striped of her clothing, forced to stay in a single position with her legs stretched bent over ever so slightly at the hip and told not to move.
Scolded and even spanked if she dared to move as her nude form would be rubbed down from head to toe in scented pheromone laced oils, Not for anything sexual but to complete the illusion, To give her the proper smell, the scent. It all left her to blush, To Squirm and even moan in response, The pheromones burned her eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from her shoulder length ginger colored hair.
Slowly she was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over her legs, Her toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for her to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to her bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly her form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing her to stand upright or stretch her legs in certain ways, Soon her stomach vanished, back.. Chest, Her arms 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 her closer to the right size.
If anything the woman piecing together that heavy bondage would be a perfectionist when it came to these creations, By the end not a single seam would be visible, She could of sworn they were made of real horse hide, but that would be another story.. The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over her features, Allowing her 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 she could ask any questions she was greeted to a hand being worked into her mouth, Drenched in those oils coating her tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.
That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into her mouth While it looked horribly cruel, Like the woman was fishing for something out of the horses throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into her mouth, Against her lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over her teeth, A device that would bind to her teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing her mouth to close entirely, yet allow her limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of her mouth forcing her to drool and gag, Choking even. In the end she looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Her hearing muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at her, Her body ached with every movement she made. All the while the woman seemed content with taunting the young girl, About having her fitted with some blinders, a bit and maybe even a Saddle before the day was done! But it would all be in good cheer.. right? Still the thought alone made her heart race.
The woman loved her side work, Crafting those deviant animal suits and even more encasing the girls of various ages inside fo whatever reasons, She couldn't help but to pause, Remembering still the first girl she forced into one of those animal suits. The poor woman thought er husband was sleeping around on her. She couldn't help but to grin casting her gaze out towards one of the fields where at this moment she could see the turned speckled grey mare, being rutted by a much larger horse. She could only imagine how the woman's stomach bloated every day with seed.
With a soft sigh her attention turned back to the young girl transformed into the Donkey, It was almost time, Time for the party where she would be the star, The star of a very lewd game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Inside that Donkey suit her body ached from being in such a bent over position, Even while having those long forelegs for support of her arms it still made her arms, legs and back burn and ache from being in position for so long, She was only told this was for the party, She was to be the star, A present for her friend, The older woman's son but would be left clueless about anything else to come in the long night ahead.
The suiting up process had to this point taken hours, Hours outside of that small farm house on the porch, In the beginning it was done in the cool shade but as more and more of the suit came around her, as she was slowly transformed into something no longer human, It meant more time down in the sun. It was a brisk 90 degrees out which meant it would be well over one hundred inside that heavy latex and real horse hair bondage. She had barely arrived at her friends house before she was literally herded outside and Striped of her clothing, forced to stay in a single position with her legs stretched bent over ever so slightly at the hip and told not to move.
Scolded and even spanked if she dared to move as her nude form would be rubbed down from head to toe in scented pheromone laced oils, Not for anything sexual but to complete the illusion, To give her the proper smell, the scent. It all left her to blush, To Squirm and even moan in response, The pheromones burned her eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from her shoulder length ginger colored hair.
Slowly she was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over her legs, Her toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for her to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to her bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly her form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing her to stand upright or stretch her legs in certain ways, Soon her stomach vanished, back.. Chest, Her arms 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 her closer to the right size.
If anything the woman piecing together that heavy bondage would be a perfectionist when it came to these creations, By the end not a single seam would be visible, She could of sworn they were made of real horse hide, but that would be another story.. The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over her features, Allowing her 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 she could ask any questions she was greeted to a hand being worked into her mouth, Drenched in those oils coating her tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.
That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into her mouth While it looked horribly cruel, Like the woman was fishing for something out of the horses throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into her mouth, Against her lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over her teeth, A device that would bind to her teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing her mouth to close entirely, yet allow her limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of her mouth forcing her to drool and gag, Choking even. In the end she looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Her hearing muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at her, Her body ached with every movement she made. All the while the woman seemed content with taunting the young girl, About having her fitted with some blinders, a bit and maybe even a Saddle before the day was done! But it would all be in good cheer.. right? Still the thought alone made her heart race.
The woman loved her side work, Crafting those deviant animal suits and even more encasing the girls of various ages inside fo whatever reasons, She couldn't help but to pause, Remembering still the first girl she forced into one of those animal suits. The poor woman thought er husband was sleeping around on her. She couldn't help but to grin casting her gaze out towards one of the fields where at this moment she could see the turned speckled grey mare, being rutted by a much larger horse. She could only imagine how the woman's stomach bloated every day with seed.
With a soft sigh her attention turned back to the young girl transformed into the Donkey, It was almost time, Time for the party where she would be the star, The star of a very lewd game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Inside that Donkey suit her body ached from being in such a bent over position, Even while having those long forelegs for support of her arms it still made her arms, legs and back burn and ache from being in position for so long, She was only told this was for the party, She was to be the star, A present for her friend, The older woman's son but would be left clueless about anything else to come in the long night ahead.