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Zoophilian

Zoophilian

The Ridden
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Feb 7, 2013
Iam sure by now a great many of the lurkers of the forum know my name or have at least seen my posts here or even browsed my website, and for those who haven't well.. Your in for a treat!

I shall open with saying i have no limits save for scat. Thats right, Inflation, vore, snuff, rape, water-sports, Tf, and all sorts of other yummy stuff is welcome and often craved. But without farther adieu, On to my current Idea's! And remember everyone, None of my story lines are set in stone (Well, except that one.) Meaning I have male and female versions of each! Meaning if you like one and see its MxM or MxF and you want it the other way? Just ask! I play both male and females. I love transformation, Typically Human to animal but in other ways to as you read on {Check out The Stand In} for none traditional TF.

Many of my different storylines have been added in reply posts down below, Turns out this simple post has ran out of room for most postings soo, Scroll down, I tried to mark the primary kinks in each for more easy browsing.

I DO NOT write as a dominant, I typically play the victim in all scenes.

* Newer stories can be found further down the list.
 
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This section till I run out of room, Will be for primarily MxF or FxM
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Pin the tail on the..{Beast, Insertion, Public}
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.
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The Races - Remix {Beast, TF}
It was an animal lovers dream job, To be around animals all day long and tend to their needs, The only catch? It was their Sexual needs that needed the tending to. But it was more to the point at the large racetrack, The girls all young, Teens that would do anything for money and with the right proposal it was an easy enough trap to get them into that bondage. The goal was simple, Use the girls skills to alter the horses performances when it came to race time, Using the girls to exhaust the stallion with the best odds of winning to turn a profit. But today there had been a slight change in the lineup, The young girl normally in that Mule bondage would of taken the day off to spend reward for handling such a length like a true Harlot, The one to take her place? Her younger brother, It was easy enough to sneak him into the building and even back where she was to be suited up, Only this time she dismissed the burly man that normally took the time to oil her up and help her in the bondage, This time He would be taking her place, Again and again she told him "Its only alittle oral, you swallow alittle and get a hand full of cash" That bondage designed by master craftsmen to have all the realism of a real live animal, Right down to that puffy anal entrance hiding that real perfectly pink little entrance, His hands extended down into the Sleeves of that bondage, Knuckles pressed flat against the inside of those Hooves, Walking wouldnt be fun but they wernt paying him to walk, His legs stretched forced to stretch down those hindquarters till her heels, little toes would be almost crushed into those shapely hindquarters, Given only an hours training at beast with a man poking his repeatedly with a Cattle prod till he learned to move proper,, By this point more for fun than real training. His head tilted back just to look forward, Not a comfortable position for him, Conned into the job by his slightly older sister who wanted a reason to shut him up and earn alittle extra cash at his expense, A finders fee of course. She wouldnt be able to talk for days after her throat would be stretched out, It was the perfect tool for a peaceful summer she hoped as he would be inside that bondage. Eventually she would lead, Leaving him along in that large Stall alone, Squirming until hearing the subtle clicks of the nearby paddock, It would be time for work with so little time before the Race was to begin. His lilith form inside the bondage would be dripping with sweat, Soft milky hued flesh, Thighs parted, Quivering as that rubbery bondage rubbed him in all the right ways with every forced step he took leading eventually to that stable where all the soon to be champions would be kept.

Horse racing was a dirty business, but luckily there was always a steady stream of money to pay for services rendered. it was on this day that the Track was going to try an rig one of the biggest races of the year, the stadium would be packed and the money would be flowing in. Most people played the best odds, but the horse that was going to win on this day, wouldn't even be bet upon. the top five horse had already been in the process of being milked, and exhausted for hours. it was the job of this somewhat in experienced mare to exhaust the ith best horse in the Heat for this day. Though it wasn't the best horse, it was the one with the best lineage and the one with the most career wins, he had nearly been sent to a stud farm, and if he didn't win on this day he would be. The trainer who had taken a hefty bribe would lead the chestnut colored stallion into the stall just after the young mare had arrived. Then for good measure the trainer would spray a musk on the mares behind, making her smell as if she is in the peak of heat. Then taking the reigns off the trainer would leave the mighty stallion with the Mare locking the stall door behind himself, leaving the horses alone. The scent, that musk would make the stallion neigh and stomp at the stable floor, it's equine lenght already beginning to unsheath. Approaching behind the mare the horse would press it's elongated face against the mares backside getting a stronger scent of the pheromones the trainer had placed on her hindquarters. Then rising up slightly the Steed would place it's front legs on both sides of the mare, his slightly more than a ton body weight forcing the mares front half downward and her hindquarters upward to the perfect mounting position. The stallions equine length stood at full mast, as the steed began to try and force, it's larger than an adult males fist, Crown inside of the tight puffy anal entrance of the very unsuspecting and very Virgin, mare.


The Plush: Reporter Edition {Insertions, Inflation, Machine play}
She was a shapely woman, With soft milky colored flesh, Full rounded breast that seemed to bounce and sway with a will of their own when ever she took in a breath or made even the subtlest of movements. Her nipples painfully erect as she smiled, Speaking with a slightly ragged voice to the camera, Panting softly as her nude form would glisten with soft sweaty sheen. She spoke in a soft voice with the kind of accent that made people look twice at her milky flesh and those sandy blonde locks. To those watching no doubt live with all the fun bits being blurred they could see her in that large factory giving a teasing pose of even two before she was helped into that Plush Bondage. They first helped her down to her hands and knee's then started with her legs first, Bending them painfully, Forced this way and that before finally using Duct tape, Around again and again around her mid thigh till her legs would be forced to remained bent, With the heels of her feet pressing firm against the plump swell of her raised backside. It took moments before her arms would suffer the same fate, Being bent and twisted till her palms rested firm against her shoulders and duct taped in place, The men around her chuckling, Heard muttering that they were used to younger.. smaller 'toys'. The position left her back arched shamelessly with her beast breast left to sway, Erect nipples even brushing against the ground from time to time. But from there it would be downhill, At least for her as she spoke, panting still asking questions and talking to the camera all the same as that heavy carpeted plush would be pulled up around her, Swallowing those curves, But hit would show off her womanly curves still as it lacked the most important part, The Stuffing! Her head would be forced at a downward angle, Forced into the rounded head of the plush, Her hair wadded, knotted up and worked into the ears, She could barely see past those large plastic Lense's that made up the eyes, The muzzle of that large plushy bear open ever so slightly allowing her to breath. The transformation was all but complete and once they thought she was finished it was merely the trouble of carrying her to the assembly line. Where she would squirm, struggling to ignore the wandering hands against her body as she was set in place. She could see a long line of workers ahead of her. It was the Assembly line where the large bears were put together, Stuffed and filled. It was meant to be a simple innocent story for the kids to learn where their toys came from, Yet somehow it took a twisted turn when one of the people she was interviewing mentioned those Special Plush suits that a person could fit inside of, She was interested and simply Had to know what it was like, To show first hand what the Stuffed animal went thru. They easily talked her into it, just as they easily talked her out of her clothes and onto that large Conveyer belt. With a small Mic in place she could talk to the camera, Talk thru the process of what a Teddybear went thru. Blushing even as she asked the men around her, Directing them to the camera.. What was the first Steps the special Bears went thru? Noting down the line the heavy tubes for injecting the Stuffing, or the beans for weight on things like bean bags and other fun things. In the end she could only make an slightly amusing joke about hoping they forget the Hot glue..


The Morning After {Beast, Futa, Public}
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 permanent 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 at 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.
{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.}


The Cave - {Beast, Possible Snuff & Vore}
For her the day had started off so wonderfully, A Family camping trip, Her favorite event of the year, Naught more than 16 years old, Standing at a meek 5'3, Pushing 100lbs if she were lucky! With ample breast little more than palmtops, She shivered as she carefully walked along those rocks, Having been bumped out of the small rubbery raft hours ago and washed down stream, She was bruised and scraped, Beaten and tired. With the weather turning for the worse she cursed herself, Shivering breaths followed allowing soft puffs of steam to escape as those once cherry stained tiers would now be a faint pink.

Her features pale with those short dirty blonde locks clinging to her shoulders, She dint intend on entering the cave, Not until she felt the gentle warming breeze from inside, Anything to escape the cold! IT took little convincing to stripe out of that simple printed knee length dress, Laying it flat against one smooth rock, Her panty's on another, A light blush lingered as she shivered, An hushed whimper escaped as she moved into the cave, bare feet lightly crushing against the sandy floor below, She dared not call out into the cave, Scared that something might actual respond.

A slow shake of her head, a nervous giggle followed, nothing was inside, it was to quiet, Right? She reassured herself again and again running her fingers along the wall as the total darkness of the cave soon swallowed her it seemed to down on at that slightly downward angle for what seemed an eternity! Slowly it grew smaller and smaller, yet humid, Hot, Those chills would soon turn to a light sweat as the narrowing path slowly forced the petite girl down, Onto her hands and knee's to go deeper inside, The girl half expecting to find some hidden hot-spring or a house underground with welcoming arms and dry clothes.

One with more sense, Or at least a few more years would of stopped the moment that path narrowed and rested till the chill wore off from those fingers and toes, Yet she continued, Till her knee's were bruised and her palms hurt, Patches of that soft slippery moss felt good, relaxing against those bruised digits, As she crawled deeper in she found the very air humid, sticky, Yet the chill still clung to her body, nearly 20 minutes in the freezing water threatened to steal every last breath she had, If it wasn't for that one drop off, The current took her to fast and she had ended up face first on the shore, And now in her current position, With one hand raised, Feeling along the roof as it arched, Allowing her more wiggle room, She smiled, Grinning inwardly as she thought to herself about all those story's she heard on the news, Those chumps that died in the wild and couldn't find shelter, Yet she outsmarted them! Even if it had been simple dumb luck it certainly wouldn't bring her mood down.

Her ever movement slow, deliberate as she crawl ever deeper her every breath no longer that shiver but slow deep breaths as if to savor the heated air that poured into her with every breath, It would be only a moment before she felt the heavy fur of the bear with a misplaced hand, Her fingers curled in it, gripping it as she almost Cooed, It didn't move... growl.. Or bite, Yet. It had to be safe! Famous last words as she inched closer to that furred mass of hair, Content that it was something warm to snuggle up against, Having no idea she was snuggling up next to a monstrous Bear with those gentle features oh so very close to those powerful furred thigh's with her every breath a tease.


Space adventure fun time!
Okay boyos here's an lovely new idea of mine, It involves aliens and eggs with slight chance of pregnancy and tentacles and mutants and other strange, cool spacey wacey stuff! Our heroine yet to be named Vixen is a explorer or maybe a trapper of some kind, Sets off across the galaxy garbed in her always sexy high tech rubbery latex body suit that had a curvy animal form (Like my hooves an harlots) It doesn't hide her curves, just shows them off while granting a somewhat animal form, I figure it changes per her environment so she isn't really ever a "Prey vs predator" Situation, Ideally. ^^

Need more information? I thought so!
This storyline isn't mapped out like my others, She has an entire universe of creatures and aliens to encounter, perils to escape (or not) depending on the partner that joins in. It could easily be a wondrous one shot with a bad end, Or some long epic adventure that involves our heroine getting into more and more odd situations. I mean imagine if she lands on a planet, the Suits AI shifts her into the form of a prominent food source on the planet! Then suddenly she not only has to worry about other species of animal trying to possibly mate with her, But also the humanoid populace trying to hunt her for a quick meal.

I know.. Why doesn't she just change the form of the suit or take it off entirely?
She cant! The suit was originally designed as a sexual bondage by advanced Aliens that enjoyed, for lack of a better term. Pet play, Turning lesser species into animals for use and sport. There's no way as the wearer she could change the suit without visiting her Ship to override the AI and remove it entirely.

What kind of animal or alien forms can she have?
Anything you can imagine! I mean, It cant shift her shapely 5'3 form into the form of a earth mouse. But thru advanced compression tech (Think super metroid morph ball stuff) , The form has to be roughly within range of her natural human form, Meaning she could become in earth critters anywhere from say.. A smaller form such as a Pig form upwards to the formidable size of a ah... Clydesdale, Buck ect. Of course the forms she will take will be of Alien animals, This is just a size reference.

So how CAN it be removed outside of the ship?
Well its still a suit, Space age material but its still rubbery! It can be melted. Heated to a certain point when the kinetic bond is broken and it simply melts away. It can be cut, torn and so fourth but would take something more than a simple knife, Remember it has an AI and can protect its self via thickening, hardening ect.

You said possibility of being knocked up... How is that possible!?
Well As i said, the suit was originally designed as a sexual deceive for Alien humanoids interested in pet-play, So iam sure it would have some kinda genetic tinkering once it adapted to her body type. After all it has to manufacture pheromones and other scents so i dont see why it couldnt make her able to get knocked up. One possible outcome? Well.. Imagine her surprise say surviving for a week or two on a planet, Returning to her ship resetting the suit to move on to the next world, taking it off only to find her bellie horribly distended and swollen knocked up by some species of creature thats double if not triple her size! (Oh the humanity!)

But you only talk about monsters and animals, What about the humanoid loves!
Of course she would have humanoid encounters. She could very well become a plaything for a perverted Alien humanoid while in one animal like form and of course there could be all sorts of fun between missions as she travels from one rock to another showing off the results of her adventures.


Statues {Bad end, Immobilization, Insertions}
Back when i was first working around my story The Countess (High fantasy version) I toyed with a particular story, It was set in the Renaissance time, Where culture was the forefront of importance, and Noble family's and house's still ruled supreme. In my story there was this Mason, A statue maker. He was a failure as much of the city was concerned, He was obsessed with crafting Erotic statues of the female form the likes that would of made even a Roman blush. Yet he could never truly capture that female form, No matter how he tried they always lacked soul.

Yet one day thru accident or on purpose, One of his young femme assistants ended up getting splashed with the cement mixture he was using, She panicked and as it started to harden it forced down from its weight, She could barely manage to catch herself, On her hands and knee's trying to pull it off as it hardened. Being the skillful man of trade that he was, He quickly made it to where she could breath but her upper body was set literally in stone. After he calmed himself he couldn't help but to admire her form, that thin layer of stone that covered her face, shoulders hugged her form perfectly.

He could still hear her panic but pushed it from his mind, Slowly he worked, splashing more onto her supple flesh and spreading it over her hips, Thighs and along her legs, It took little time for it to harden around her, He had finally captured the female form and in the process turning her into a living statue / table (At least for a few days). It was the female form in all its perfection, every detail right down to those pert little nipples and those swollen neither-lips had been captured. That same day he revealed 'her' to the noble family's of the city And the People loved it.

Noble houses loved the idea of a Female bodice as a mere piece furniture, Tables and so fourth, And they wanted more! So he did just that, At first it was easy tricking young girls or even the more shapely milf types into those poses as he covered them in cement, Telling them that they would be the grounds for a masterpiece! If they just posed for him till he could capture their form like a true artists, They figured he was merely learning their curves or making molds of their body's until it was to late to escape.

Yet the simple human form twisted in one way or another wouldn't be the end of things, that's why he would experiment. After all how many women would come running hearing they could be apart of art, Even playing with twisted unions, Capturing a woman in the pleasure of being mounted by a beast, A horse for example, After time and time again he would learn that he has to start with the legs, Hind legs in particular, Then where they are joined, The horses bellie and her back where the flesh meets and on from there, Able to see the panic in the creatures eyes as it couldn't move, Hear her cries as she couldn't move, left forever impaled under the horse.

The main character in it oddly isn't the girl(s) its more the artist of it all, was cooking an idea of maybe he keeps the girl and animal alive as long as possible, Pumping nutrients into them which would typically be large amounts of Cum. Thru small yet to be plugged opening at one lewd opening or another to pump copious amounts of cum in to keep them full and alive as long as possible. Okay for the last part maybe i just have a perverted want to see a male horse getting a plump belly from injections under its tail.

Imagine her terror, fear able to not only feel the seed churning inside of her but the stallions cock constantly growing thick, going flaccid, pumping her full again and again with its piss and cum as hours pass, Maybe days as shes on display about to hear people all around mere inches away, able to feel the stallions breathing, feel its heavy stomach against her back (depending on position).


The Taxidermist {Beast, MxF, TF}
Imagine if you will, A Young girl of sorts that grew up around Taxidermy, It was her fathers profession, Meaning she spent the better part of her life around the sight of animals being stuffed and things like that, While everyone else thought it weird and creepy or scarey or what have you, She thought it was interesting, Kinky even. It was normal to her. But Any-who, One day she wonders what its like, To be one of those animals her father stuffed and sold, To be thought of as an animal, put on a pedestal, posed and sold like a mere item. It takes her time but she finally lets him create her own project. He leaves for the weekend or what have you and she enlists a friend or two to help her into one of the new finds, For this i was thinking Dire / winter Wolf, Deer, something medium sized.

She ends up getting inside this animal skin having it fitted around her (Glue or some other creative means) And well lots can happen from there and many different paths, Maybe her fathers partner (Or her friend) decides to make a little profit on it and injects her with a paralyzing agent that would last for a few hours, Poses her and sells her just like she wanted to experience? Maybe before she has the chance for anything the family dog gets ahold of her (If we go canine.) Also if canine maybe she wanders the property to see just how convincing she can be shes discovered and they think her a real wolf that's gotten into the property, Captured and put in a bitch stand and sexually snuffed to be the next Taxidermy project.

Why sexually snuffed? Because I like abit of Logic! If that path it would be something like... Basically her father does taxidermy soo he uses any chance he can to trap animals instead of just waiting for hunters and poachers, And when one comes onto the property he traps it. Only this time he wouldnt know its his daughter in one of those skins. She would meet her ends in a sexual manner (Sexicuition.) She would find herself in a bitch stand, helpless to resist any and all beastys that come her way, And he would make sure many found her, Using pheromones. And a muzzle for good measure and before she knows it maybe shes set upon by the families dog, Possibly neighbors dogs, And maybe even a horse or three till her belly is so bloated with cum she coughing it up by the mouthful and ending in a glorious cummy way.

But thats just one of the paths, Theres plenty others and not to mention what if she picks out a Deer or some other medium sized skin to transform herself with? Would open all sorts of pairing options and encounters with people.


The Taxidermist: Alternate. {Beast, TF, Bad End, MxF}
She would of been your average girl if not for an twisted obsession with taxidermy. An obsession which lead up to her current position. Standing in a prone position, Staring down at those paws. Large furry paws covered with stringy black and white fur. She could feel the paw pads against her palms as her fingers curled under with each curled finger pressing into a digit of the Paw. Her legs stretched with her toes pressing into the tiny toes of the hind quarter paws. It fit loose in places around her nude flesh, Yet oh so snug in others. The fur did well to hide her curves yet the moment someone gripped her by the curves it would be an easy tell.

The muzzle had been worked to fit, to line up perfectly with her real mouth. Her eyes looked natural with a heavy application of a binding resin to secure the muzzle around her face and eyes. It would harden and remain transparent, Working like a rubbery cement to bind that furry flesh against her nude form underneith. Not what she had planned on using yet when she asked it was all her friend could find on hand to make the suit stick clueless that it would be unmovable once it hardened, And it would before she ever stepped outside of that shed at the far end of the farm. It had been tested to an extent.

The muzzle worked with her own mouth, While inside her lips were parted, opened alittle more than half way that muzzle would be closed. Yet if the muzzle were to be pulled open, her own lips and jaws would suffer. She spent the better part of an hour hidden away in that shed after her friend left, Waiting for him to leave, her heart racing when she finally heard that truck leave. The animal's natural fur would still have its natural oils that painted her as a wolf making her feel safe, Atleast from being mauled or so she hoped, The plan was simple, Or atleast the way she went over it in her mind.. Get transformed, Wander around, spook the horses and Pose for the security camera's so she could view herself and slip back before sunrise and peel the animal suit off. But things has taken an interesting turn.

No sooner than she left on those pawed feet was she caught in a tranquilizing trap, During the time she was paralyzed she would be found by the family dog, Mounted and knotted long before her father came home from collecting pelts to find her, A shapely wolf Bitch in one of the traps. From there she spent the next two days in the back of a trailer strapped in a bitch stand being mounted, Knotted till she could barely stand, And if that wasn't enough on the third day it was decided to do in the shapely wolf without ruining its pelt so it could be skinned.

No clue that it was a young girl all tussed up in an animal skin already. Before she had a chance to protest she was moved, Bitch stand and all out of the long dark little Trailer and into the fields where the horse's grazed, With a man, No doubt her own father behind her, clueless that she wasn't a real Bitch, Slapping her folds, Inserting a thick thumb into her tailhole pushing in copious amounds of that pheromone mixture up her tailhole that would ensure the stallion in question would find its mark and 'humanely' put down the Wolf without damaging that precious pelt.

It was humane from her father's prospective at least, And he was certain the horse would agree, the beast got to mount something obscenely tight by comparison to the usual Mares, Run it through and get some much needed stress relief by Cumming, And the father gained a pristine wolf pelt for his collection.


The Stand in. {Beast, MxF, Public, Immobilization}
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.


The Sex-doll {MxF, Insertions}
Okay working on a new story-line that's technically a revision or a revision of my sex-doll story-line which is a spinoff of my plush story-line, But I digress. Basically the original sex doll story line involved a youngish character at a factory, falls into a vat of resin or latex and basically gets run down the assembly line, with her every hole stuffed full of thick flesh lights that would force her real openings open while the new fake ones would take their place. Baked so the so her new rubbery flesh is soft, malleable and most importantly rendering her completely pose-able and unable to move under her own ability thanks to the chemicals she was bathed in effecting her muscles. The new futurey version involves none of that. Same premise tho but more willing than non con machine rapey.

Any-who, the idea is rough and needs refinement and general sprucing, that i will be doing over the next few days. Here it is, my first draft of it before refinement begins.

The futurey one would of course be set in the future with like, Androids, Real live sex robots. Anywho. The star would be a young girl who grew up around them, Without a mother. She saw her father with one constantly almost raised by it, so she saw the world a little differently than most, As she grew up she was constantly told no to this and that what she couldn't do, While these sex robots had all this freedom and all they had to do was bend over from time to time. So she gets the idea to become one, Which is impossible but shes a clever girl, its nothing a she couldn't fake right? Special contacts in her eyes, Having her body painted for a most synthetic plastic appeal, And of course a Tattoo in the form of a serial number or bar code, A branding stolen right off a real robot she bought and took the place of.

She doesn't realize what all goes into the robots, To the point like, Most all sex robots are expected, designed to being extremely flexible beyond that of your average human body. As well as having 'bottomless' holes means for some painful and humiliating experiences, not to mention the weekly injections of liters worth of lubrication in everywhere that matters to ensure she remain in tip top shape. I know, Why doesn't she just say something? Well, That pesky tattoo / brand she got says shes a real sex robot and if she shows to many emotions? Well, She would be seen as defective and it would mean back to the assembly line, In a literal sense of the word, something she definitely would not want. After all no one wants a sex robot that complains about it hurts or its feelings.

As for paths! Here are a few rough idea;s for direction of the roleplay. In the first scenario,
Maybe she does want to take her 'mothers' place, take place of that Sex doll her father had for years and heralded as the perfect woman. It wouldn't be to hard for her, To dispose of the Doll, commanding it to do some perverse thing that would end in it breaking and having to be replaced. One quick example being having it release pheromones, Being fucked and torn to pieces by Dogs? (I am the Zoophilian afterall). It would be here she shined. Having herself branded as a Sex doll, Going as far as to 'run away' from home to cover what was really going on, Days later she would come back to the house, In a box, Her hair completely different, bar code printed on her spine marking her as a doll, Delivered right to her former home.

Another idea revolves around after her becoming a licensed Sex Doll she ends up sent off to various locations, Anything from a Kennel to calm overly sexually aggressive dogs, To a Stable or Race track used to reward winners or calm Studs out of season. Or maybe even a school type setting where she is put on display publicly and used to taught well, Sex! Or maybe the thing she knows she is on sale somewhere or being used at a public station being forcefully bent over as someone worked a nozzle deep up her backside pumping in lube and oil down her throat effectively killing her ability to talk (For some time) as a display or teaching model on how to do maintenance of your Sex Robot.

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Of course this isnt the only idea, just one path out of many that could happen. Typically I dont like to post story lines like this that are fleshed out and dripping with detail, I hope you, the reader find it enjoyable and possibly interested enough to drop me a PM about rp ^.^ Thank you.


Paper Mache: Craft's Fair Chaos! {Immobilization, Insertions, Public}
So rough idea been playing with, It's based around a Class project theme or possible crafts fair. It would involve a youngish girl with paper mache and oodles of glue. Or possibly an older, woman / mother type possibly even a teacher being enlisted for a class project into live art that accidentally involves epoxy, plaster or some such that ends up getting taken just a bit to far.

With the younger approach it would be a project to capture the human form in art, Some used paint, art ect but she wanted a life sized paper mache mold of a human, In this case, Herself. Using Paper Mache she figured it would adhere to her body long enough for the shape and let her slip free without damaging the mold of her body, but instead of simple glue they use something stronger, industrial level stuff, and next thing she knows not only would it not come off, But she can't move! So here she is, Having been striped down with paper brushed with glue or something stronger, The paper clinging to her body till it hardens against supple virgin flesh. Now sure they could go get help and have her soaking in something to eat up the glue, Or have fun and still complete the project at her expense.

From here the story has countless paths, Was it her class mates that helped her along this path and sabotaged her? Was it a simple mistake they took advantage of? Was it a brother or family member that was helping her along with the project and not paying attention. Her situation could evolve down many paths, Do they turn her into a working human fountain, Pressing thick rubbery hoses deep inside of her her backside or down her throat till a stream of water or whatever else bubbles from her quivering featureless face?

Could make her out to be a variable statue to pregnancy, Stuffing and filling her taunt little belly till that belly expands, Maybe even while on stage so the entire class gets to see her belly growing from inhumane amounts of liquid being pumped into her? Or something as simple as a deflated basketball or such being worked inside of her helpless form then inflated as her project mates detail what the body goes thru during pregnancy as far as physical changes. Of course, Teacher and the rest of the class clueless that its one of their fellow students and not just some elaborate thing.

Imagine the Poor young girl stripped, Willingly before her friends, having that wet paper glued to her supple flesh before it dried and they realize their mistake, Next thing she knows its over her eyes and face leaving her mouth untouched, Able to feel a cold razor working over her scalp shaving her bald so they can finish the process with no one the wiser, Left over night in class, Posed to harden under a heat lamp.

And that's just with the younger, The version featuring an mother or teacher could have the same or could be a bit more extreme with so many more curves to work with, Large breasts, Milking machines, Who says it has to be a human form at all she is molded into with that paper and glue? Of course this is all work in progress, Could be anything else not just paper and glue, Rubber, latex. Always up for ideas and suggestions of course.


Chemical Necromancy - {Gore, Bestiality, Bad end possible.}
She had learned of it all by accident, Stumbling on the sight of one of the kingdoms finest war horse's rutting a mare, At first it was mere background noise, Something she scoffed at, turning up her nose with disgust, Yet the more she tried to ignore the sights, the sounds of the animals rutting, the more it captured her attention. Soon those sights and smells made her young heart flutter, a blush fill her cheeks, Yet it wasn't until the beast dismounted that she was left in awe, The sight of the mighty Warhorse's cock as it pulled from the mares cunt, offering a gush of thick seed to splatter against its own barreled chest, the mares cunt gushing milky seed awakend something inside of her, something twisted and wanting.

Yet she was the future queen, the young girl couldnt want such twisted things, It was beyond taboo. A twisted act something she would sentence a harlot to do before the court yet she wanted it. From that day forward she passed along missives to the keeper of the stables, Ensuring she got to witness the warhorse's mating when ever she walked the yards of the castle it fueled her own growing desire to the point she would finally act on it.

She had barely flinched or even when the mare was slain, even as its blood splattered against her shapely form, She hadn't moved outside of ordering the command for her few trusted guards to rally those choosen craftsmen and the castles Alchemist for the task. By time they had gathered she would already be nude, Sheer lace robes discarded in haste, She would of been something truly beautiful to look at, If they had been allowed more than a moment before her orders given. Her hair a salty blonde hue with long slightly curled locks that would come past her shoulders reaching to the curve of that shapely backside, Her flesh a soft sun stained caramel hue, Her curves plentiful with long coltish legs that arched ever so slightly, Shapely hips with a every so slightly pump valentine shaped rump. Heavy breasts every bit the handful, nearly the size of a young boys head able to sway and bounce ever so slightly with any given movement she made dark silver dollar sized nipples stood almost painfully erect against her flesh.

It would take hours, Hours of her standing there, Almost unmoving as they worked, Knives and sewing needles working vigorously over the flesh of that slain mare till it came time for her to move, It took nearly a handful of her personal guard to hold the mare upright as she stepped inside of its flesh, Leather harness stitched within would work to ease her shapely hips back against the flanks of the mare, Her heavy breast crushed inside the barreled chest. Head extending into the neck, resting at the back of the skull allowing her to see thru the eyes, down that long muzzle with almost a joyous cry, It was going to work. Arms extending down those fore hoooves, to that last joint, the predominate knee of the Mares leg, Hands balled into fist seeming to never uncurl again as each movement would cause the heavy hooven leg to move like clockwork. She would be bent at the hip with her long coltish legs extending down the hindquarters of the mare, Its hooven legs becoming her own as her feet would press against that final knot, the end of flesh and beginning of Hoof. Probing fingers ensuring that her taunt asshole and plump folds lined up with those of the mare.

From there her crimson stained flesh would slowly vanish, Chemical necromancy used to heal the wound along the mares back, causing the flesh to slowly draw shut around the shapely queen, they could only watch, stare as blood pooled around the small of her back, That muzzled head bobbing ever so slightly, Soon the flesh brought back to life, sealed around her as if naught had happend. The tail was allowed to swish and sway, a twitch of an ear, Potions and concoctions allowing life to remain in the flesh of the mare, To the point that no simple commoner or even the most well trained stable master could tell the difference at this point. Again and again she was told the risks, The risk of not just attempting to goad an animal into mounting her, But playing with flesh now enchanted around her to play the part of the living. Yet before she was allowed free reign hushed whispered followed and the plump cunt lips of the mare, Of the queen would be splashed with a liquid, the nozzle of a bottle fitting inside ever so slightly before being emptied. Glue, A binding agent that would be meant to last only a day, Two at the most, sealing the mares cunt preventing their shapely queen from being impaled, Or perhaps there would be some malice behind it, The craftsmen knowing their fate the moment they had heard of her twisted plan. No sooner than it was all complete would she take a few steps in her new flesh able to feel the gore shifting around her, massaging her heavy breast with every breath she took, It was complete, she certainly wouldn't be able to gallop or run, Yet certainly could stand idle and take a rutting she was assured. Yet orders had been given before hand, Promises made, No sooner than she would be lead by bit and bridle away from the blood soaked area just inside the castle would those craftsmen and alchemist meet their end, ensuring the secrete remain only with those guards who had been told to enact the scene again in no more than two days, to carve her from the flesh of the mare after she had her fill.

Which would bring her to her current situation, Hours later in that prone position, having been snuck back into the stables, into the stall of that brood mare, her heart racing with every breath she took, her flesh ached from the prone position, from learning to walk all over again in a new way, yet it would be worth it as she sun started to rise to peer into the stables telling her it was nearly time for it to begin as the sounds of the kingdom spurred to life all around her, Shops opening, guards shouting, Animals causing a racket with the fresh scents of blood and sex in the air.
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The Mad King{MxF, Bad End}
Hello all, This is a new one iam labeling a workin progress. As always, Seeking a dominate persona, outside the box ideas and Multi paragraphs, Walls of text and a lack of limits. On with the idea!

Musing on this idea, Based around an old king who has grown just alittle mad in his old age. Yet the story isnt about him, not entirely atleast. Its about his daughters, To this point he has three beautiful daughters. He loves his kingdom and his daughters. Yet the only thing he loves more than them, His horse, An ancient war horse nearly as old as he is. He could trace the lineage of that single beast back to the foundation of his kingdom nearly 100 years. He claimed the beast won him countless battles and he wouldn't be alive if not for it. In his final days he leaves his fortune, his entire kingdom not to his daughters but, you guessed it, The Horse. The only way one of his daughters, can inherit the kingdom is to not just wed the horse, But to produce an offspring from the union. Which is impossible but knowing its his wishes they have no choice but to make the attempt.

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In summary, The three sisters could only inherit the kingdom if one of them not only was mounted and bred by the warhorse, But actually became pregnant with its offspring, Not only would the storyline be filled with horse sex but also shenanigans from the sisters trying to sabotage the others.

Example: The eldest makes the first attempt, She would get ridden by the horse till her belly bloats with its seed, She has the idea of having the servants strap her to the horse's belly and let it graze all the while rutting into her at every movement. One of the sisters sabotages the idea, Playing with the straps, altering the sisters position, She wouldn't be allowed to take a single drop of seed into her cunt, instead her ever so slightly altered position would have that equine cock snaking up her backside, Not just ruining any seed from the union but endlessly tormenting if not ruining the elder for further atempts.

Maybe the next sister thinking the entire idea of being under a horse, having its unwashed cock even near their suple flesh disgusting, Has her servants milk the stallion for its seed, For nearly a full day till the beast is exhausted and they have a variable barrel of horse seed. She seeks to have it injected, Poured into her body only to have one of the others interfere, ironicly replacing it with the seed of a creature all together or worse yet, replaced with human seed ensuring pregnancy just not with an equine child but a simple human one eliminating the sister for months from the contest. Ill stop there less I spoil all the ideas I had for it.

Below is one of the paths I enjoy for it, Its dark, Twisted, filled with gore and snuff, Bad ends where maybe none of them become queen each ending in a inglorious way that would be whispered and jested about for generations to come.


~~ The Dark path ~ Bad ends & Gore
There would be three of them in total, With the youngest even had hopes of becoming queen no matter what the costs in flesh. The three princess's spent their time bickering and fighting, plotting and under minding each others attempts at gaining the stallions seed. despite his decree their father was not a crazy man, He knew the sisters spent much of their time together, to much. He often caught them bathing one another or in some lewd embrace shunning would be suitors for incestial pleasures. They needed a male, a strong male proven to love the kingdom as much as he did, And the horse would be the only one he thought could live up to his expectations, The thought of it amused him, His twisted daughters would be forced to wed, Forced to lay with the beast and the entire kingdom would know.

Of course there would be a time limit to it all. If they failed to conceive a child by the stallion before it gave one to a proper mare, They would have to simply wait for the 'prince' to be of age and try again with the younger stallion. Each had taken a chance at trying only to be interrupted or have their plan ruined by another of the sisters leading to the current situation, It wasn't her turn, She was the middle sister. A Shapely girl who had a brilliant idea. So she had thought, It sounded much better in her head before it had gotten this far. She learned of her elder sisters plan, To have the King, That stallion mount a mare then have the seed cruelly pumped from the mare and injected into herself, Ensuring she would rule without ever being under hoof.

But the plan had failed, That middle sister acting, Having the Mare killed, Slaughtered before its very owner before setting a twisted plan into action. Enlisting craftsmen from around the kingdom to rig the mare around her, Removing all manner of organic material until the mare was reduced to a shell. A variable suit of flesh and bone, Blood and gore that would turn the middle princess into a mare, At least for the important part, It only had to hold together long enough for her to end up with a womb full of that kingly seed. How her heart raced, Inside the flesh of a mare, warm and wet all around her, Her own form inside becoming caked with blood with flesh withering around her at every movement she made. With thick leathery harness's stitched into the flesh to hold her hips in place lined up with those thick cunt lips and swollen asshole.

Her heavy breast nestled snug in the chests of that mare. Arms and legs extended limited down each hooven limb allowing some movement even if awkward even if she could feel the warmth of wet flesh around her, the drooling of blood pooling at the small of her back, around her arms and legs squelching with every move she would make. Head nestled at the back of that muzzled skull of the mare watching as she was paraded through the kingdom, To be mounted, To be taken like a Mare for half the kingdom to see her twisted plan at seed collection, Assuming none of the others interfered.
 
The Accidental Bitch{Suit} {MxM, TF, Incest, NC}
Been working on a new storyline, It involves MxM, Beast and other fun elements, Two versions of it are as follows, One is Incestial and the other more mainstream.

Imagine if you will an idea involving a teenish boy who discovers his mum has such a bitchsuit, One day he see's old pictures of her in it, Pictures of her being striped down, transformed into a Dog via the bitchsuit and gets curious, he ends up putting it on and is mistaken for her. So the virgin boy gets mistaken for his well traveled and animal trained mum, Poor young boy discovered by his father for example, Who writes him off as her, The shapely woman who had sworn off animal cock years before and now is caught red handed in that old bitch suit and gets taught a cruel lesson possibly involving a number of neighborhood dogs, insertions and otherwise oblivious to the fact that he isn't the shapely woman but instead the young teen.

Or shifted slightly for a less incestual angle, What if the suit belongs to the boys friends mum, The two of them watched old vids of her getting transformed and fucked as a dog by increasingly larger animals with the final tape they find of the woman in the bitch suit getting prepared to be fucked by a horse! Only they tape is old and they don't get to see the actual mounting. So one of the two gets talked into wearing the suit and maybe possibly gets dragged into finishing the climax of the tape they found or something to that effect that would end with the young teen boy ending up rutted by a animal that easily has a few hundred lbs on him all under the guise of someone thinking he is not just someone else, but something else entirely.

The first path geared more around a heavy Incest angle, With the boys father who finds him and thinks he is that 'animal slut' of a wife diving back into the world of doggy cock and needs to be taught a lesson. Or if the other path, The boys friend that transforms him and tries to set up an encounter with a horse, Plus what ever animals. The scope of the scene can be broaden to have more moving parts and characters or narrowed to more specifically cover the animal encounters of which you would play the role of what ever is aimed to mount the boy turned bitch.

Now all this said, Nothing is set in stone, All of the above is up for debate and a simple outline of what could be, Limits are none, Sexicuition's, Snuff and other bad ends are always on the table. If interested feel free to send me an PM and the rp can be defined a bit more.

Best In Show. {MxM, Beast, Public, TF}
It was promised to be one of a kind, That heavy rubbery bondage suit designed after a horse, It was even lined on the outside with real horse hair, And with the up coming Animal event he was certain that he could take the Best in show or best breed title and the money which came with the title. It was a small town and hardly anyone bothered to enter, He would be a sure thing. Eagerly, 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.

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.

There had been a reason this was saved for last. 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 Pony's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag, A Muffled scream of protest as his jaws creaked and ached, threatening to dislocate at any moment. He was able to feel that entire hand able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue.

That hand 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, Only without those keen sense's or the strength that came with being an animal.

His hearing would be all but muted. Only able to hear the world muffled around him, His friend, Or anyone would have to nearly shout to get their words to sink in. His body ached with every movement he made. And those movements would be slow, careful as he tried to step forward feeling the weight against those faux hooven limbs before finally his muzzle was fitted with a Bit, Bridle complete with reigns before being tugged along, forced to follow as his heart raced feeling as if he were nude in public from the safety of that long horse trailer to the hay matted floors of the arena.

His life in the hands of the one who had given him the twisted idea of becoming an animal and winning in a contest against real live Animals. One of his best friends who had more or less come with the elaborate bondage for the sole purpose of transforming him properly and of course, Hiding any proof of a past life that may of been left behind in the wake of the transformation, Several questions flooded his mind about the suit, about the way it fit and the way that rubbery sheath constantly would squeeze his length, every step, every buck of his hips he could feel his own length shifting in that drooling rubbery sheath which his length would be to small to ever slip free of yet it was open enough to allow those pheromones to drip freely and other bodily fluids.

The potent scents alone burned his eyes turning those deep emerald eyes into teary redden messes blurring his vision ever so slightly as his mind slowly slipped from concern with his own safety to those of a sexual nature, With his every step his own erect length hidden within that sheath would twist and turn bringing him nearly to the point of orgasm with merely a few steps.

He wouldn't be the first small sized Stallion being entered as a Mare and the inspection process was no different, Nor was the prize at the end. The prize at the end a hefty purse worth more than two or three purebred Mare and a rare shot at fame, Fame coming from the honor of being mated with a well known Draft horse from the racing circuits, If he lost or was disqualified for being a male horse in the Mare division? It simply meant the boy turned horse, Would have papers proving he was no longer human and now Livestock, Winning would mean a first date he certainly wouldn't ever forget.


The Mascot {Beast, MxM, Public, Bad End optional}
It was his turn to feed the schools mascot, Which was how it escaped, He had been far to busy ogling the cheerleaders to realize he left the cage open, And when he turned around? It was gone! He was sure it would return, Or would be found within a day or two, but with the big game the next day he had little choice, He went almost in tears to his friends explaining what happend, And this was the best they could concoct. That he would take the creatures place, after all it wasnt like people payed THAT much attention to the mascot outside of cramming some food down its muzzle, And that had been nearly 24 hours ago, It felt like another life, He spent a long painfull evening in the animals enclosure all suited up in that heavy mesh of latex and fur.

His fingers curled under, into her palm allowing his hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if his fingers would break with a single miss use of his weight, With his back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over his trembling nude form. His Toes filled out the hind paws forcing him to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around him, Encasing him in that Canine form. He couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way he could remove it on her own. Yet still he would have no clue just how permanent the bondage would be.

Deep green eyes stared up at the girl, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of him. 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 him to control the muzzle, He stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, He felt the girls hand pressing inside, Forcing his mouth to its limits till he felt his jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in his mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over his teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment he bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over his teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent him from closing his mouth, Causing him to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as he moved his mouth. The bondage would be complete.

As if to only make him squirm he would feel her hand, working over that last bit of the bondage, He could feel her hand, The same that had been in his mouth, dripping with saliva working into that latex Sheath, Working his own heavy orbs to fit neatly into those of that Male canine bondage where they would be squeezed naturally by the latex, His length filled out that rubbery sheath, His length would quickly stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her cock, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release, But she wouldn't see that pink human length instead his cock wrapped in a glistening Red Condom of sorts, Attached to that bondage it would match the angry crimson color of a Dogs cock in every way, There would be no telling him apart from a Real dog even if one were to see his length, He only lacked a knot proper...

(Male or female version available! What would be his/her fate? No limits at all! Ideas include.. Being used in some perverted show, Other students or even teachers? Kidnapped and used by a rival schools very large mascot? )


The Drama Club. {TF, Beast, MxM, Public}
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 show took many students from the drama club and school, Having them pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. This year all had gone without a hitch, At least before one of them was mounted, Center stage even in front of the entire town. The show came to a glorious end with the Boy in that heavy bondage, That Latex suit that mimicked a small Pony.

He was forced to try and fight off the advances of that large dominating Donkey. It was easy to say he lost, With its length easily a foot and a half long, Being thrust, beaten against that rubbery muzzle before gaining entry, Thick flared tip worked like a battering ram against his mouth, against the back of his throat as the crowd watched on in an Daze. Staring as they could see a stream of heated liquids drooling from the boys Equine muzzle as he was forced into guzzling nearly a Gallon of Piss and Cum from a very real and very aggressive Donkey that joined them on stage.

Everyone had a laugh save for the boys parents and the boy himself who felt his stomach ache, burning with that lewd mixture, He couldn't help but to gag, coughing up a heated mouthful of the Donkeys Seed, He was forced to leave the stage still in bondage, In that lifelike Pony costume and no one would have seen since. That would of been nearly a full week ago, And still he couldn't get the taste of that dirty, unwashed cock Donkey cock from his mouth and throat, His stomach still ached, Sloshed still with the lewd fluids offered by the Donkey. Not that he would be in much better shape after running away still in that bondage, Into the woods away from town, Wandering for days on end, Only to end up so far from town, So turned around he couldn't of found his way back if he wanted to, His only saving grace? That heavy latex and fur suited bondage saved him from the winters chilling bite, Even if it did have a knack for attracting Wild horse's and other mountain creatures, Drawn by those lewd scents of sex that still dripped and drooled from his muzzle.

His mind raced with thoughts of how his nightmare would end. Would it be worse to be hunted, Poached like some wild animal? Or find himself Returned to town and unmasked for all to know just who was able to swallow such a length with apparent ease? Or would some other twisted fate find him in the Woods, So far from the village he called home. He could of only hear muffled sounds of the world around him making things all the more frightening, And making it all the harder to find civilization again. Save for that hunting camp he almost walked right into the middle of, Thankfully he realized what he was walking and had pause before entering. He trudged thru the forest noisily, Tired, Heavy were those hooven feet he was forced into wearing, Cummy drool still dripped from that stretched, Gaped little muzzle, The Donkeys cock destroyed his throat with its unusually thick Flared tip, He couldn't swallow right, Certainly not cry out or even Talk if he wanted to.


The Drama Club *Prequel* {MxM, Beast, NC}
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.


The Drama Club: Year Three{Beast, public}
It was that time of year again, when the schools joined together to throw that annual show involving their students dressed up as animals, on the stage with real animals. Two years ago they had all witnessed a young boy in the bondage of a Donkey mounted by a real one, Reluctantly swallowing its length orally and survived, the crowd got to see every inch of that donkeys length, just shy of two foot long, with that obscenely thick flared tip pressing into that muzzle and into the boys throat, Got to see his thrash and his stomach visibly expand as it came, Only to run off into the wilds afterward's humiliated Days later found on a farm unable to eat or drink with the way the muzzle designed, Surviving only on the piss and cum from the much larger stallions on the farm.

The next year they had witnessed a young girl in a wolf suit at the mercy of a large snake easily double, if not tripe her own length, That lingered fresh in their minds as they witnessed the snake burrow into that trembling canine muzzle and eventually come out her tailhole, The poor girl was never the same again! This year things would follow the same routine, they were sure something tragic and life altering would happen to one of the young boys and girls in the back room slowly getting transformed to look like animals along with the real thing. The first one had been an accident, The boy squeezed into that heavy Donkey bondage, The oils meant to help him get into that suit, To make it possible to get out later were swapped for animal pheromones, It was no wonder the boy had been violated so thoroughly by the Donkey. The girl with the snake had been more of an experiment to see if it was possible to recreate such a thing with amazing results, Unless you were the parents of the young girl given the run through by the large snake.

It was a new year, and interesting enough more people had shown up this year, As if just to see what would happen but not only to see if it was their child at the mercy of animal in a perverted twist of nature, Something they thought was a natural act and not some elaborate setup. There would be so many in the back stage area, Many of which had been striped down in front of nearly an entire school worth of children, teachers and animal handlers, Like every year there would be no less than a dozen, each in one area or another backstage all ending up one central area after being striped and transformed, Some locked in a pen with animals or tethered off nearby their animal cousins, With little care if there was a mix up between the student and beast.

Many students had been at the school long enough to know the risk from the last two years, Yet the same time it had become something of a myth, After all, There was no way a boy in costume had been mounted by a donkey and another force fed a live snake on stage in front of their parents and half the town, Or so they hoped. Behind the stage things would be almost clockwork, The young boys and girls stripped of their clothing and soon after their humanity as they were one by one transformed, Tethered off nearby an animal that matched their size if only for easier sorting. At the demand of one of the instructor's there would even be a pair of teens going around carefully milking the animals and collecting it for their seed, The stage area from view would smell of sweat and sex and Cum, From the thick balmy leathery scent of wet horse flesh to that of large cats and canines sweating beneath their fur worked in a frenzy from the pheromones that constantly assaulting their senses.

For the man behind the scenes, the one who organized the Drama Club and its cruel and unusual yearly event had even found a way to make a profit from the events. The unlucky students that ended up horribly mismatched with a animal mate would be left in their animal skins, Then sold out of state to farms, reserves or donated to science for breeding and experimenting. The girl run thru by the snake the last year had been mentally shattered, the whole experience of having the snake forcefully fed up her backside, feeling it twist and turn, moving thru her body till its large spade shaped head worked up her throat and out her muzzle, She would never be the same. The young girl inside the suit was left and sold to a testing lab that wanted to recreate the event again and again believing the girl was a real canine and that the experience was something truely unique. The parents given a tidy sum to buy their silence and the Drama club continued for another year.

Those lucky enough to survive their encounter and come out mentally unbroken were allowed to resume their normal lives, freed of the bondage that made them little more than an animal, As long as papers were signed forbidding them from speaking of everything that happend during the time they were an animal, Behind the scenes being poked, probed and treated like an animal in every way. Yet there would be lingering effects, The pheromones they were slathered with, injected with or outright pumped full of would change them to the point that walking down the street may of proved a danger, In an area with a high animal population.


The Drama Club: Year Four {TF, NC, Beast}
It was that time of year again, when the schools joined together to throw that annual show involving their students dressed up as animals, on the stage with real animals. It had been nearly three full years ago they had all witnessed a young boy in the bondage of a Donkey mounted by a real one, Reluctantly swallowing its length orally and survived, the crowd got to see every inch of that donkeys length, just shy of two foot long, with that obscenely thick flared tip pressing into that muzzle and into the boys throat, Got to see his throat bulge, to see the flared tip stretching his flesh even thru the rubbery suit, Got to witness him thrash and his stomach visibly expand as it came, Only to run off into the wilds afterward's humiliated. Days later found on a farm unable to eat or drink with the way the muzzle designed, Surviving only on the brutal donations of piss and cum from the much larger stallions on the farm. Earning quite the name for himself in the process to the point he had become spectacle and a joke, sent to neighboring farms not just for the animals needs but for the show.

In the second year they had witnessed a young girl in a wolf suit at the mercy of a large snake easily double, if not triple the length of her own body before transformed, It lingered in their minds, able to remember the sounds as they witnessed the snake burrow that thick spade shaped head into that trembling canine muzzle and eventually come out her tailhole, The poor girl was never the same again, to the point even her parents decided to leave her in that canine suit treating her more as a family pet than daughter figuring the experience had broken her mind and life as a dog would be kinder than some institution.

The third year had taught the drama club a lesson in just how far they could push things. It would prove to be the most brutal of them all to date, Involving a young girl, younger than even the one before on stage in a cage at the mercy of no less than three Baboons who were quick to discover she had no claws to defend herself with and more importantly no teeth to bite with. The audience got to watch as she was tormented and ultimately mounted in every way imaginable as clawed fingers tore into her flesh with a savage need. By the end she would fall limp between them, She would live yet with a fear of primates, After months of recovery the young pantheress would find her self sold, or rather bought from her parents to a zoo in some third world country where she didn't need to understand what they said, They merely wanted a repeat of the show, And they would have it, At first once a month allowing her time to heal between shows, then they became weekly till they figured she was broken in till they realized she had fans and a audience, The poor girl was paired with more baboons, Apes and even a Gorilla tho had an interest in shoving things inside of her last the school had heard.

Each year had been a success with not a single death (at their hands) And a large profit made off each student that had volunteered or been volunteered by a careless parent. The set up would be the same, only with more funds thrown in the direction of the show, Behind the stage there would be various students, Boys and girls of different ages being striped down and put into different rubbery suits, A lucky few getting disturbingly real animal fleshsuits reinforced to not tear or rip, Some would even still be damp and dripping with a sticky red liquid, But the show must go on, It was a new year, And far to late to back out now.

The crowd was filled with parents, teachers and ordinary towns folks who had showed up, some new to the town others returning from the previous years yet the reaction to the shows events were always the same, met with disgust and lurid interest that kept them coming back, kept them enrolling their them another year. It was almost confusing why they volunteered they all knew the risks, How even surviving could mean never going home yet it could also make them a star like the main show of the last three years, Or that was the line each had been fed, to be remembered and put in shows again and again yet beyond the school no one would ever realize they were not animals. They may of been stars in the school to those looking on, even in their own minds yet to other animals, to future owners and on lookers? Naught but confused animals getting rutted by creatures of a different species.


The Closed Loop: {Machine play, possible bad end, Beast themed.}
Over the years the family had changed things on that farm, Shifting from growing crops to breeding and selling animals, But soon discovered real money was in that seed, Milked by the gallon from a growing number of Equines that were ever more eager with every passing day to be lead to one of those enclosed stall,s To have those thick rubbery hoses worked onto their cock right up to the sheath before suction took over.

The family farm had started small, with first no more than a handful of horse's, Which meant Manually milking the stallions, A long drawn process that came to an end after one of the helpers ended up over a bale of hay wasting priceless seed, She claimed it was rape, she had been over taken by the beast but the family knew better, Then came those large bulky stands that could only handle a single horse at a time, Two if they were aggressively clever in the matter.

The stands lasted for year's on the family farm, Or atleast until some neighbor girl was found inside one of the broken stands after handling an entire days stock, complete with bloated belly and cum drooling from her in ever possible way. The new way allowed the farm to grow, to accept more and more horse's milking them in the same fashion one would a cow, With all human element removed save for actually fitting those rubbery hoses to the stallions cock, And removing it after the deed was done.

Yet where there was a will one would certainly find a way. Which is where she came in, that young teen that was next in line to one day own the farm, The new system installed milked seed from dozens of horse's at a single time, Feeding the seed thru a series of pipes that would eventually lead to a cold storage, Not filling simple kegs or steel drums but large tanks meant to hold hundreds of gallons at a single time in a near frozen state to be sold in bulk.

Camera's had been installed everywhere to keep a repeat of past events from happening, They wouldn't be taken in by cum hungry workers and lose days, Weeks worth of seed collection. Yet she had found a way. Away from the stalls and machines that pumped away the seed, Just outside that cold storage she had found it, A spot off camera's below eye level where the pipes came together feeding into cold storage.

The risk would be something her teenage mind weighed and found acceptable, Not like anything could happen right? Which was exactly what she told the farmhand which was only a year or two older than her. "I'll be fine, just turn it off when the first found finishes" She said with a nod, Not like there could be that volume, not after daily milking, Of this she seemed so certain, A wiggle of her hips given, Racey thong style pantys rolled down over her hips to the floor, kicked off in his direction as she moved to her knee's still wearing that oh so short skirt that in her new bent position showed off the more than ample swell of her rump which would slowly back against the pipe behind her. She had removed a section, The system meant to be closed with no interruption so she devised to take its place for the morning milking, Have her fill and no one would be the wiser. She grinned looking up at him, Letting out a almost whorish moan as she grinded against that tapered pipe behind her letting it tease along her nethers and against that raised backside before turning her attention to the large O opening of the smaller pipe infront of her. "It takes almost exactly thirty minutes for the rotation. Once its done you need to be back here, Turn off the system and get me out, Remember our deal?" She asked with a blush, going over just how exposed she would be for those long minutes, She couldn't help but to squirm with the mere idea of such seed swimming inside of her as her lips pursed, Tasteless ruby painted lips pursing wide at her lips would wrap almost air tight around that pipe that looked to be ever so slightly to wide for her now trembling mouth as she raised a hand, Giving him a thumbs up motion to turn on that system never thinking of just why it was such a closed system or what it meant for a human body to take place of a section oh so close to that cold storage mere feet away from her backside.
 
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The Voyeur: [Public, Insertions]
She couldn't understand it.. How was that a punishment? She asked her brother again and again after seeing the lewd sight of some local Harlot, With A heavy Iron collar around her throat, Left nude, Dragged, Sent stumbling and crawling thru the streets of the town till her sweat slicked form would be covered with Dust and dirt. Lead thru town down the streets before finally arriving at the center of the village, The Town watch shouting, Calling the entire village to come to the events as she was forced to bend at the hip, Her wrists and neck would be thrust thru the cutout holes and locked into place of the old Stockade, Her hips arched, Heated groan escaping as the passing guard gave those shapely Flanks a slap. She was a shapely woman, Full rounded hips, Pudgy little tummy, Plump heart shaped rump raised ever so slightly above her head.

Full rounded breast that would be as large as a young boys head, Swayed like pendulums as she squirmed in her new found bondage as the townsfolk started to gather. Plump cherry stained tiers smeared with what would make many women blush and feint! Forced to remain their the entire day as random men came to use her, Jealous housewives using the woman by throwing rotting fruit and vegetables at her, A few more daring even shoving one or two particularly large pieces of fruit down her throat or up her backside till her tummy bulged out! The young girl wore little more than a smile as she grinned, Glancing back over her shoulder at her brother as she giggled, Joking with him, Of course it would fit! She motioned to the large pile of fruits and vegetables pilfered from the family's farm, Some of which still peppered with mud and Dirt.

After such a lewd showing earlier he promised her that anything he choose would fit and she would be more than eager to find out first hand, Practically dragging him into the stables away from prying eyes. Her flesh glistening with sweat, Pert breast little more than palm fulls with pink nipples that stood erect, A smooth little tummy leading up to those shapely little hips and that valentine shaped rump, She would bend slightly at the hips, soft caramel hued thighs parted ever so slightly, Her back arched as she raised that valentine shaped backside towards him, Patting her cheeks as she giggled softly offering her backside to him, But not before almost commanding that he dip into the oil or grease that was used for cooking, Or even dipping into one of those dirty Kegs filled with horse seed, Many of the fruits and veggies in that pile, Like everything else in those Stables would be Incredibly large.

Many perhaps even to large for that Harlot no doubt still bound to those Stockades in the center of the small village. The pile of fruits and veggies would be plentiful, Plucked from the family and neighbors fields only moments ago, Still caked with sand, Dirt and mud. Neither of which seemed to phase her. Yet the young girl felt she had something to prove! And as they both saw, Countless things could fit! Just ask that harlot with the bulging tummy, Such things would lead to her current position. Half bent over, Casting a long gaze over her shoulder at him as those dirty blonde locks spilled over her shoulder, Drawing in a deep breath, The young girl well on her way to joining that Harlot in the center of town as if it were some great honor.


The Princess Ride [Beast, NC, Bad End Possible.]

She was the princess of a bustling Merchant empire, Yet the day came thanks in part to her father, A man who had dealing in everything from weapons to slave's, He had Accidentally allowed a princess visiting a nearby village to be branded and sold off as a slave, As if that wasn't bad enough, Gaining only a silver or two not even the price of a ransom. The army marched down and sought to burn the kingdom to the ground scorching every last stone, The Castle being the first to fall leading to the Hasty retreat, The princess's form a supple milky hue with long, Dirty Strawberry blonde hued locks of hair, Full rounded breast stained with a light sweaty sheen, smooth little tummy and a valentine shaped rump. She was busy eyeing that fine Stallion, In Full shimmering Armor.

The plan? Ride to one of the friendly nations and get help! Yet she hadn't a clue how to even ride a horse properly, In haste Somehow she managed to be pushed onto the Stallion backwards, With The bonds to loose, They did well to hold her on top the horse for a single stride, Possibly even Two before they allowed her to slide down around that heavy barreled chest of the stallion, Eclipsed in darkness her only clue to what happen? Feeling the not so gentle Snatch of her hair by those powerful strides of the Stallion, Her form hidden almost perfectly by that heavy Mail armor and the battle dress as she slipped from atop the stallion, Around its side to hand from its belie. That long battle dress the Stallion wore would hang Nearly to the ground below. The only give away that she was even there on the apparent Riderless horse? The sight of those long locks of hair that almost Matched the Stallions own Mane.

The princess screamed for her life as the Stallion took off, Heavy hooved limbs kicking up sand and mud, Blood stained grass upwards to splatter her one perfect milky complexion. By time the Stallion started to slow to that heavy spirited Trot she was left bouncing, Up and down her bare breast crushed against its swollen stomach, Her thighs parted, Stretched upwards Almost wrapped around the Stallions neck, Tied by the ankle to its Reigns. Tight tight enough that her body was pressed firm against its body yet able to sway, Swing idly against its underside as she was left with her head tilted back, Groaning softly, That heavy gallop leaving her dazed, Drooling ever so slightly with a bruised lip. The smell under the horse nothing short of Dizzying, Thick balmy scent of its sweat she stared, Watching those thick swollen melon sized orbs. Swollen leathery orbs bounce and sway with every stride the Stallion made, Dripping with large beads of sweat that would occasionally be sent to splatter against her gentle features. She stared at it, Watching with an lewd interest with little clue what the feeling of her painted lips brushing against that heavy sheath would mean in the cumming moments.


The Devotion: [Beast, Incest]
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The idea wouldn't be to terribly far fetched given the situation. She would be a shapely young woman, Driven from her park avenue apartment when her fetish was discovered, She couldn't help herself! Ending up knotted orally by one large Stray or another she brought at home, When her muffled screams brought neighbors kicking down the door to see her, With her nose almost buried into some Stray mutts rump! Her jaw nearly broken as it shifted that knotted length into her mouth. She had spent nearly an entire hour in that lewd position as people came in and out of her apartment, Talk of evicting her, Taking pictures before that knot deflated enough to let her try and plead her side of the story, To make matters worse? The Dog belonged to her neighbor. Eventually she found herself on the street, Deciding life wasn't worth it if she couldn't indulge in her fantasy's bringing her to her Current position.

She could of been called a shapely woman before that event that happen now nearly 24 hours ago, It seemed like another life for her when she had come to that high end costume shop with quite the proposition, One they certainly couldn't refuse when she offered them her Credit cards and bank accounts to work from, From there it would of taken hours of striping the young woman, Revealing those ample sized breasts, Little more than palm-full's, Those pert fleshy nipples that stood painfully erect, Her smooth tummy and those shapely hips complete with an ever so slightly Plump Valentine shaped rump. They joked, Poking fun at her that she would better fit the costume of a Mare than a Simple Pup to be bred and mounted at some local park, Yet she insisted every step of the way, Happily parading around nude as she told them down to the last detail what she wanted.

Finally the time would come, Almost Gleefully they would get to work, Oiling her liberally with scented, Pheromone laced oils, exploring every inch of that rich caramel hued flesh till it dripped in heavy beads down her curves, Those long, almost raven colored locks would be bathed in those oils, Brushed back, Till they would be matted against her shoulders and to the small of her back, Next came the bondage, that heavy latex bondage. First would of been those heavy paws, Her hands worked into them, Her fingers tucked under and worked into each of the little paws, her own weight threatening to crush each finger, Her legs next, With her toes worked into the hind paws, The bondage worked up slowly, Extra thick, Tight around her legs forcing her legs to bend till she cried out, Thinking her knee's would be broken under the stress as she resisted, But soon settled in, Her legs forced to be bent, The proper height for a large breed dog, The bondage worked up her oiled form more and more of her flesh vanishing before finally would be that work of art, that heavy muzzle worked over her head like a mask, Able to see out of the eye slots perfectly before she felt a hand working into her mouth, If her story was true she could easily accept the mans hand as he was busy working that rubbery mold over her teeth, Told to bite down again and again till it started to work, Binding to her teeth, Irreversible by this point, Her mouth connected to that muzzle that would open and close with her mouth, Yet never allow her mouth to close entirely, Forcing her to drool just the slightest bit, Once in the suit, Transformed into a shapely bitch they decided on the Fur, The color, thickness. It would be a pain filled experience as the fur was attached to the Latex last, Using what she could imagine only as Hot Glue it would feel as if it were being attached to her very flesh, But soon it would be complete, The illusion done, In every respect the Shapely woman transformed into a simple Mutt, Some unknown large breed Canine that would radiate with the scent of being in heat, A scent of need, And before the night was done she was sure to show a few old dogs some very new tricks, And even an all to curious owner or two in the process.


The Pinata: [Dark, Badend, Insertions, Public.]
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Been working on a Pinata styled idea, Girl in a pinata. The girl in question would be played by me (Naturaly). Could be any kind of girl, young teen to milf basically being put inside a pinata, One idea would be a shapely woman at an adult themed party in the vein of a girl jumping out of a cake, Its supposed to be busted open and a girl comes out with whatever (Stuffed with candy, an toy or two) Things could go wrong in a matter of ways, From the outlandish, Imagine the poor lass in question being all stuffed with treats and ending up at some celebration at a zoo with a drunken lot, Workers who think it would be funner to let a Bear break open the pinata to have at the treats, Or even wolfs and so on, Or something as simple as a mixup and the woman inside gets delivered to a children's party, She could be perfectly willing, thinking she being delivered to a normal adult party, bachelor party or some such only she ends up with unsupervised kids. When she gets busted out of the pinata and suddenly the young boys have a nude, half bound, candy stuffed woman at their "disposal", Thinking they could have their fun and hide her away. I would imagine traditional animal pinata, Dog for example so that she could be inside with simple Ribbon as her restraint, A perfectly positioned Jawbreaker in her mouth to keep her from crying out until released, Maybe a few more sizable candies else ware.


The idea is basic but it naturally has alot of potential especially for becoming a really dark little story, the girl from The Pinata is to be a slightly broken girl many would say, The type who got in trouble just to feel the sting of a bare hand against her backside, The smacking of a paddle only to grow from there as she got older, Relishing in being whipped, Coated in smoldering hot Wax, Pierced and all the darker things that come with the S&M life before the found that add, The job just for her, To become a living pinata, She relished in the thought of becoming a mere item, to be on display, a simple Party favor to many, To feel the sting of what ever used to break open that colorful pinata used to hide her nude form, Before i get off Track, That is the outline for the girl's personality, Willing in every respect, She isnt there for the Sex but for the exquisite pain such a position would bring her.


Hooves & Harlots: [DnD themed, TF, Cursed objects.]
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It started as a curse, A young Elf girl with a lewd mind, She befriended a druid one night but not untill he lost control of his were or animal form and ended up ravaging her, use'ing her body for only the most deviant needs, He tried to apologize when he regained control but unlike most in her position, She was deilightfully pleased by what had happend! She visited the druid daily begging, pleading with him to allow her to pleasure his other forms..all in the name of protecting the innocents nearby of course! Yet in pleasuring his other forms the druid demanded she also submit to his mortal side yet, she refused, outright telling him no at every advance, Enraged, spitefull the druid would leave her for several days visiting dark crafters of the Underdark, Enlisting them to craft such a suit made of unpiercing material lined with real fur and cursed, Once finished He brought it to the girl..promised if she wore it he would take her to a hidden grove of druids that would love nothing more than to ravage the young girl but..there was a catch.. they had to think her an animal, She put it on without questioning, The curse taking effect forcing her to wear the suit forever as it would cling to her flesh forcing her to move like the animal she mimicked and wished she could be, It would grow as she does, It heals around bites, cuts and slashes, While damage will be done to her the suit would remain unscathed, As if healing its self but such draws on her sanity, Meaning the girl sure could run into a den of beast or monsters and be mounted till she couldnt walk straight but those claws and bites, with every drop of blood offered a small bit of her mind would be eaten away. Yet it has one perk, It fools animals into thinking she is just that, Fools many hunters, warriors and even lesser Sentient creatures into thinking she is some mannor of beast, Demon and so on.


The White Bull: [Beast, Badend, NC, Objectification]
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At least once a year, the people gather in worship, and celebration of the gods. It was always considered a contest between the nobles, of who could bring the gods the greatest offering. Every family tried to out do the other, but none was ever able to out do the queen. She offered things that most considered priceless, from great works of art, to the most skilled gladiator. Yet this year she out did herself. Through the finest selection, she'd been able to produce a magnificent white bull, the likes of what the world had never seen. But the bull was to great in the queens mind. She'd had it breed, and feed, surely it was hers by right? She'd given much more then most people had in their life times, she could keep this one thing.

Yet the gods disagreed, for in their eyes, this action meant the Queen saw herself above the gods, and they decided to teach her a lesson of humility. One morning, the Queen rose, though her mind was not her own. Aphrodite had taken hold of the Queens mind, and now controlled her like one would a puppet. She walked down to the finest craftsman in all of Greek, and requested for him to build her a hallowed out wooden cow. She explained that she wished the people see the prowess of her mighty bull, but such a mighty creature was surely above just any random cow, it deserved a real woman.The craftsman having heard tales of the mighty bull, and seeing the gold the queen presented, did not argue. Aphrodite then left in the form of the queen, and started inviting her near and dear, telling them she wished to display the great bull to them, in all his glory. The tales were many, but few had actually seen the bull, and so there were none who wished to miss this event. Aphrodite then returned to bed, and when the queen awoke, she knew of nothing which had happened. Until the day of celebration, when she awoke only to find herself strapped in bitch black darkness, unable to move.


Time and time again thru out the nights leading up to the grand celebration the queen would play puppet, And with good reason, The Goddess of love had a personal stake in all of this and had to get things right, Humiliating the Queen in the process, Forcing her to submit to the lowly hands of the Craftsmen and his many apprentices for measurements during the long hours of the night, Nude on a platform as a living model, Allowing them to grope, Fondle her all the while to make sure everything would be just right. One morning the queen would wake frmo her slumber with a growing Ache all over that supple Nubile form, Her back ached, Her wrist and Ankled burned from those tightly bound tanned leather straps, Down on her hands and knee's inside of that Wooden Cow, Her wrist pressing into the Arms of the Cow and shackled in place, Her feet suffered a similar face, Shackled in place, Her legs spread wide inside that bondage, Knee's almost to her sides, Her back forced to arch once that Wooden back was installed, Nailed in to place traping the shapely queen in that bondage, Forever as a tribute to the Gods if not for those instructions for a public revelation after the lewd events to follow, She tried to move, To flail, To scream for help but found her voice muted with only crude "Moo's" able to escape no matter how she tried to scream The costume crudely made of splintered and hard wood wouldn't afford her the comforts her tender caramel hued flesh used to, With only the tiniest bit of lite shining in from between her thighs, It would be a long day, With that opening at the "Cows" rear suspiciously large as the Craftsmen had her presented for all to see, Inviting them to Feel what the Bull was about to, To See what the Gods allowed their finest creations to have.


At first all was silent, but soon enough voices started to fill the air around her. Though the wood was thick, she could hear every word, thanks to Aphrodite. They asked the servants where their queen was, why she didn't receive them as was proper. The servants apologized and said the queen was occupied. Some of the guest cursed to themselves, feeling insulted, while others laughed and merely enjoyed the treats that was offered to them. At first none cared for the wooden cow in the middle of the room, for there was much art to be found in that room alone, and if people did admire it, it was from a distance. It was not until a young noble man started to look for the queen, his eyes flashed over the rear of the statue, and he paused...Had he just seen right? Upon closer speculation he had. A small hole was cut in the back of the cow, hard to see from a distance but up close he could see the flesh beyond. He inspected the cow carefully, but saw no cracks where one might enter, for it was expertly built after all, and only the craftsman himself knew how to open it. The man assumed it was something put there by the gods, and hesitated, then reading the writing smiled, and ran a thoughtful hand, over the unsuspecting queens folds.


By time the crowd moved away from the Wooden Cow the Queen trapt inside would of been torn between Rage and Tears as they completely ignored her and what she was going thru, It was their fault for not knowing and they would pay surely, But soon things grew silent for her, Hearing nothing outside of the occasional clatter of someone dropping something, She flailed in that bondage, Tears stained her features as her muted cries were reduced to little more than pitiful Moo's for attention. To her it would feel like hours had passed and not simple moments. The queen was locked in darkness, Oblivion as the young male approached her from behind and began inspecting her bondage, It was only a moment before she was stunned, Shocked to feel that hand pressing firm against those damp folds, Able to feel the wiggle of her hips, And the only movement her encasement allowed, The ability to raise or lower those hips ever so slightly, The Queen given a crude choice in how she would Take the Bull the first time, Between those quivering neither? Or up that delectable backside only inches away from those probing fingers.


The Cursed:
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For it had to be said that Princess Alicia was a peach. She had the tantalizing arrogance that came with the title, coupled to a body that drained men's faces with lust just for a glimpse of it. Where women should be round, she was curvier; where they should go in, she went in further, Her nipples stood out like raspberries, her cunt swollen and glistening a deep cherry shade and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Which perhaps it did. Because - and here we get to the nub of the problem - the Princess had never managed to achieve orgasm. It was as though there was a cut-off switch just before the climax, shutting down the volcanic eruption seconds before the explosion. Like a stifled sneeze multiplied a thousand fold.

This might not have mattered if the Princess had been uninterested in sex. Sadly she wanted to be fucked so badly she would kill for it. Or worse. Being part of a fairly liberal sort of court she had been expected to try out a few men before settling down with the prince of her fancy. Her mum and dad - the King and Queen - had started out that way. And Alice at Seventeen began to try her hand at it. Her first experiences were interesting and highly stimulating. She was made for this sex stuff it seemed. But after the first two or three she began to notice that the young princes were having more fun than she was. There began to be an ache in her cunt which grew and grew and never seemed to be satisfied. She talked to the Queen about it who suggested some new positions and Alicia confidently returned to the fray.

Nothing happened - and we do mean nothing. The princes contorted themselves to pleasure the Princess but as she began the run-up to orgasm the whole thing slid away from her like snow on the tongue. She increased the pace, till there was a queue outside her door. Then out came the potions. Evil smelling, evil tasting. Stuff made from bats,frogs, bulls, plants. But still nothing. The ache became a torment. Drastic measures were called for. In the depths of her growling need, the sex-maddened young woman made an announcement. She moved down market.Any able-bodied man from any part of the kingdom, near or far, who could satisfy her royal craving would have her hand. He would also get the king's job when his majesty had vacated the throne and this earth. This was the inducement. But in her rage, she added a condition for failure. Anyone who tried and failed in the attempt - thus sharpening her Highness's hunger pains - would have to pay a heavy price.


The Countess: [Beast, NC, Snuff, Vore]
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The Countess as she was known by many, Was often said to be...Touched, She was mad and how wonderfully so, Hearing voices and whispers in the house, She called home. Always the vain woman, Wanting nothing more than to have all that she came across to swoon at the mere sight of her! Wanting a beauty that would never fade, She studied ancient lore and story's of the occult, Story's of bathing in the blood of the pure, Thus.. she did, One mid-winters evening luring one of her fathers young playthings away into hiding within her chambers, Enticing the supple beauty even to bathe with her, Only to slay the 'pet' bathe in her blood, And it worked! The voice of that Dark Goddess only grew louder in her head, desiring more, twisting the Countess' mind until she would be caught, In the dead of night they came, Baring flaming sticks and buckets of blessed water, Lead by a man of the church, Yet the voices grew stronger telling The young Countess how she could attain the perfection she desired.. but she needed more, The paltry pints gained from a few maidens wouldn't do, She needed to offer more.. much more, Yet even the whispers could of protected her from what was to come, Soon enraged mob's would arrive Setting her Family home ablaze, Yet The countess had already fled, Under the cover of the night. She soon fell upon a long abandoned tower. With the hushed whispers guiding her every step, cold charred stone in the midst of a great unkempt Hedge maze. The whisper's continued, As she slowly climbed the tower. Her way up the winding stair case of the tower proving much more enjoyable than one ever could of imagined. The Countess paused, Stopping at each room she crossed, Peering inside only to be granted a tormenting vision, A lewd history to her new home unfolding in lurid detail before her eyes. The first sight being one cold stone room lit only by a flickering flame hanging from an ancient looking torches that lined the walls, Each room seeming even more deviant than the last, The first she cross would have a young girl, Naught more than a teen! The young daughter belonging to a nearby Nobleman writhing in pain, Everything about her screamed Lolita, Her knee's pressed firm to the cold stone, Long slender legs parted shamelessly, smooth little tummy bulged ever so slightly, Ample breast little more than palmfulls, Long golden locks of hair dirtied and unwashed, Matted to her shoulders soaked in saliva, and from what? Why that massive two headed Canine beast that easily towered over her, Mounting the supple girl from behind its long fur brushing against her spine as not one but Two knotted cocks pressed into her, Vanishing up one tiny little entrance or another as thick strings of drool dripped from its canine muzzles pooling into the girls hair and dripping down her features, The Countess lingered watching it replay again and again as if some memory etched into the very stone. Another room a similar scene, A slightly older girl, One she may of recognized, Shapely barmaid from the nearby town, Full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head. Strapped to an old sunken Stone table barely above a knee's height, Hay covering the floor as Griffins flocked into the room around her, With large open windows it had become a makeshift roost, The woman's stomach distended inhumanly and nearby he could see why, Eggs, Massive eggs nearly double the size of a young child! The woman reduced to a Breeding device, The tortured Brood Mother to the Griffins that Flocked into the small room at the towers edge. And yet other floors, Other rooms all held a different scene of deviance until finally he reached the Pinnacle of the tower, Large room etched with runes springing to life the moment she entered.
The Countess devoted the next few years of her life following the voices, etching, carving Runes of dark magics within the walls of the stone Tower, Once finished it brimmed with magic, Lost dark arts to fuel her twisted desires. The countess was told she could continue offering Young maidens and bathing in their blood, Thus She started inviting young nobles both male and female to her tower to partake in sins and lusts they had never dreamed, Fueled by soft whispers, The runes of the tower granted her certain gifts, Allowing the countess to control what ever beast or even demons that stalked the halls, The Towers long halls echoing with the cries, Both male and female all at her beckon, The Countess relishing in seeing nothing more than those who thought little of her brought to their knee's in the throws of rapture, but she waited, continuing to corrupt and taint their minds and body until they came, begging, offering themselves willingly, Her ways continued selecting only the best, Again she would bath in their blood caring little as the others watched, To lost in their own lust to stop her or try an escape, But soon the knights came, Again yet the bindings, The Rune's prevented followers not of the Goddess from entering. Thus They set it ablaze, Feeding the flames while the Countess dwelled still within, Smoke poured from the tallest windows, by morning the tower was left covered in ash and filled with soot, They could finally enter, the top floor of the tower they found large marble pools filled with blood yet no sign of the Countess, Venturing its depths, To its deepest pits only to find her, With flesh turned to stone, her form perfection nary a mark of fire touched within feet of the ever shapely Countess now turned to stone, The tower would be left, Soon the knights, Priest and clerics left, returning once every few moons to purify the Tower, yet ever still the villagers nearby could hear a torrid string of bliss-filled moans echoing thru the night from the tower, The countess still yet lived, Immortal, undieing, Unable to escape the Tower.


The Bear: [Beast, NC, Snuff, Vore]
Imagine if you will Some poor girl in a realistic Bear suit sneaking into an exhibit at the local zoo, After a night of being bred and nearly mauled for being new she is almost unrecognizable due to caked mud and cum soaking into that fake bear suit. She quickly comes to realize that escape isn't exactly possible when the world sees her as a bear. The suit designed in a way that she cant remove it on her own, And Zookeepers pump her full of Tranqs her every time she tries to approach them! Maybe even unluckily selected for a breeding program, That ends up with her shipped across the country / world.. Or worse... released into the wild?

Maybe it starts as something innocent as a drunken night out with friends leading to the bear suit and waking up at the entrance to the Zoo, In a drunken haze being tranqed and drumped in the exhibit as a escaped animal. Maybe its a Dare that she couldnt trick a real live bear into believing she was the real thing only to go to far and things take a wonderfully dark, and filling twist...



The Hunted: [Bad end, Public, Beast, Transformation}
It was her father's last chance of the season, his last chance to catch him a buck. her father was fairly desperate by this point having gone out every single weekend only to come back empty-handed. That was when she volunteered to help him, she didn't mind it in the previous season when that half ton wild pig had gotten ahold of her and mounted her, even if her father waited till it finished inside of her before offering the beast. She swore she didn't mind that it took months to recover, she didn't mind that humiliation where the pain she was put through during the recovery. It would be a few days before his final hunting trip of the year that he put his plan into action, a suit she would be wearing would be made of a real deer, a flesh suit but only slightly less gory.

She had been taken to one of his buddies shops, the older man was a taxidermist and had no qualms about happily measuring her, stripping her down to nothing and taking her measurements exactly to find the perfect deer pelt to squeeze her into. From then on the preparation would begin, from that very day after the taxidermist visit she would be taken home our father going over every detail of how she should act, what would happen, how big a buck really was compared to her teenage. she remembered sitting at the dinner table, watching her mother grow flustered and angry yelling at her father and questioning both of them to which she only replied how willing, how eager she was to do anything to help her father get a perfect buck.

The rest of that meal was spent in silence she was barely allowed to finish eating before her father what unveil what she would have to go through, she remembered vividly call her father what's setup for her that evening, she was guided upstairs to the shower where she would use hair removing chemicals to strip every inch of hair from her body. A coarse brush used to scrub away at her skin, once completed it was by her father's own hand that she would be given multiple enemas until her stomach churned and ached. This process will be repeated several times throughout the night. It was nearing midnight when her father's friend showed up with that deer pelt. It would be thick made with real deer with reinforcements around the joints to assist and letting her move naturally and endured the weight of a large buck when her father explained what the plan was. from there it was all downhill for her.

She would be stripped again this time in the backyard with a little worried about the neighbors seeing at this late hour, she was forced to step into the deer pelt. It was freshly oiled and stretched wondrously around her flesh, quivering feet inch down those hooven hindquarters kill her toes rested against the hardened hoof. She was enforced to bend forward, the deer pelt inched up to it fit it around her shoulders, she felt her fingers extend pressing into the fore hooves and would have to endure the brunt of her own weight. Her fingers trembled and ate already even after just a few minutes in that prone position inside the deerskin, our Father however already had his task in mind and nothing would stop him. She blushed, pictures of features stained ever-deepening Cherry shade as she could almost filled his older taxidermist friend staring at her new form, yet her father didn't see her like that her father barely noticed her as he continued the transformation, inching the deer hide up over her hips pulling tight to ensure it fit properly around her shoulders and chest even as she could feel her breast being pinched broke though most by the hide.

It squeezed her body shamelessly forcing her to suck her stomach in, I breathing would already be limited and the suit wasn't even shut tight around her yet. Yes she could feel the zipper being Yanked and worked up slowly before her head was suddenly forced down into the head. For long seconds the world would be black as the two men juncture head from side to side, even with the lube, even with those pheromones latest oils being used it would still be slow going getting her rounded head in that narrow deer muzzle. Yet they will succeed in the end, the way it fit it went to squeeze against her Jaws almost painfully forcing her mouth to gape open ever-so-slightly forgetting her speaking barely able to swallow the way it's squeezed and stretched around her throat. And yet they would continue with the transformation almost done only a tiny bit of those human features would even remain, The flesh visible her spine and up her back to her neck would be visible at the suit had yet to be closed completely around here. Her heart raced it was almost complete she was almost the thing our Father desired, yet she didn't realize he was just a tool, a means to get what he wanted.

Next she could feel her father's thick thumb well lubricated with those pheromones being shoved deep into her virgin asshole, almost without delay seconds later she felt two fingers pressing into her cunt forcing a startled cry from her muzzled features as she heard her father scold her and demanded she stopped moving, the taxidermist then would step in pressing his weight against her, one hand firm against her spine as his other hand worked at the zipper her father ensuring everything stayed lined up properly as the suit slowly being pulled shut around her as fur of the suit would naturally hide the zipper. She can feel it tightening all around her as the zipper pulled Hyde together stretching ever-so-slightly around her form forcing her body to contort to that of the deer almost.

She could barely breathe, she felt almost lightheaded with being unable to draw in a full deep breath of air then her father's fingers would pull out of her unceremonious late delivering a Swift and hard swapped to her backside causing her to yelp and straight out of his way before turning around, left panting drooling as she watched him in the taxidermist shake hands congratulating each other on a job well done. Her father then said she looked good, she would make the perfect bait animal to ensure he got a buck on his final hunting weekend of the year. He then thanked the taxidermist, missing him that in the next couple years they would go for something even bigger. She would then be left, left to wander, left to graze in the backyard. Looking every bit like a real Doe, thanks to those pheromones smelling like one very much in the middle of heat. play there she would be left as temperatures dropped lower and lower, given only one choice but to learn how to walk and move within the confines of the suit. To give her best performance for her father, oblivious of what cruelty lied and weight.


The Vet Test: [TF, Insertions, Beast, Possible Bad-end]
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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 state of the art veterinary school that offered no privacy. With glass walls separating examination rooms, testing labs, insemination rooms, and countless other rooms. for her the day had started hours before dawn, Her hair a salty blonde hue with long slightly curled locks that would come past her shoulders reaching to the curve of that shapely backside, Her flesh a soft sun stained caramel hue, Her curves plentiful with long coltish legs that arched ever so slightly, Shapely hips with a ever so slightly pump valentine shaped rump. Heavy breasts every bit the handful 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 co-workers 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 sandy-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 golden blonde mane. Leaving her to Stare down that long muzzle, With one of her co-workers long arm, Their 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 students clueless that their first animal of the day wasn't an animal at all. If the students failed to figure her out by the end of the day they would all fail, And 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. How her heart raced, yet she was confident still, her students were top of the class and she bet against her co-workers that they would figure her out before the first speculum was oiled up. Yet little did she know that only moments after setting the students to task her co-workers would be called away, leaving her at the mercy of her students, with no oversight to spare her before things began to spiral beyond her control.



Pokémon: Got to breed them all! [Pokémon, possible bad-ends]
All these idea's and more to come, Needless to say transformation is a big kink, I have no limits and enjoy long walls of text. Seeking a dominate mind with outside the box thinking. Bad ends are lusted for but not required.
In lieu of the up coming Pokémon game, I thought I would get ahead of the curve and bring back an old Pokémon series of idea's I had! Each idea below will focus on a different aspect or niche of the Pokémon world and can readily be swapped around and nothing is set in stone. Pokémon breeding is exciting and far from an exact science with so many different types that come in a variety of different shapes and sizes. And lets not forget the different Pokémon types out there with so many different flavors of seed, some toxic or even painful to the Pokémon they are breeding with, and would certainly have.. effects on a young Pokémon breeder with ideas!

Poison types with thick toxic seed that can be debilitating to its intended mate, weakening even.
Ground types with seed that has the consistency of wet cement like seed that weighs heavy in ones belly.
Fire types with burning hot seed the likes to catch leaves and brush on fire!
Water types that have thin runny seed and cum by the liter.
Electric types that leave a poke's mate trembling and twitching for hours after breeding.
Psychic types could offer a domination type of effect? Placing the recipient under the Pokémon's control.

And those are just examples! Things get more interesting with dual type Pokémon's! And we are not even touching on the different sizes of Pokémon out there! From the tiny Ratatta to the towering Wailord, Dialga and others! Of course size matters, a massive Pokémon would have an equally large....ahem...

Some ideas I am working on would be things like..

Breeder's Delights: A fledgling Pokémon breeder in training, Sets out to experience Pokémon breeding first hand! This of course means transformation via Pokémon suit to take on the appearance of a semi rare Pokémon in a contained lab type environment. Of course things could go wrong in countless different ways, There is always being vastly size mismatched, or type mismatched, of course Pokémon seed would be exceptionally critical vs a human body.
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Ditto used Transform!?: This one would involve a trainer's mishap with the Pokémon Ditto. The poor Ditto and human end up getting knocked together during its transform and the poor trainer ends up trapt inside of the Ditto or possibly fused with it. A few ideas here such as the Ditto ends up captured and the two are bound together resulting in a random Pokémon transformation each time he/she is summoned due to the trainer's inability to know anything about how a Ditto transforms. The trainer turned Pokémon has no choice but to obey even if they don't know a single attack! No matter what form the Ditto adopts the human is inside able to feel everything as if they were the Ditto, and the two would constantly battle for control of the body leading to some interesting positioned when facing a wild Pokémon. Not to mention teach the Pokémon world a few things about the way humans breed for fun.
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And the prize goes to..: A young trainer enters a Pokémon contest as.. well.. a Pokémon! A trainer dons a rubbery humanoid Pokémon bondage / suit and tries to out Pokémon, Pokémon. And with good reason once they heard the grand prize of the contest is a chance to breed with a rare Pokémon! Only things become more interesting when not only does she win, but has the chance to get bred right there on stage as a Pokémon in front of so many. Questions become can she get knocked up and carry an Pokémon egg? Will that precious chance and seed go to waste? Will she get found out and ejected without ever having the chance to be center stage!?
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Convention Girl: [Public, Insertions, Beast, Possible Bad-end]
Many of the elements below are optional as nor everyone is into the same kinks as me! But to this end, Ive posted the raunchier version of the story. My limits are none and i enjoy long walls of text! But without further adieu, On with the story!

Imagine a small farming style town in the mid-west where they have animal auctions and conventions based around showing off the newest technology in animal husbandry, from simple stands and milking machines to injections and chems meant to be injected to induce heat, but also all the big machinery intended to inseminate animals, Anywho! Some poor girl gets talked into, dared ect by a sibling, friend, boyfriend or whatnot into attending one of the events in a Animal bondage suit! {See attached image} where anyone can clearly see the human curves and is obviously human but would have all the freedom and movement restrictions of a real animal. For her trouble she gets volunteered into all sorts of situations that would get more and more out of hand as more people see her in action and 'willing'.

Maybe sometime into being paraded around after being talked into being publicly inseminated with very fresh or extremely stale animal seed being used simply for depravity sake and to dispose of the old seed or even the troughs that collected animal piss thru-out the day, using her as a living breathing dumpster. She could also get confronted for being a tease, for riling up the animals that are due to be up for auction and gets volunteered to relieve them since its unprofessional to have unruly animals fully erect on stage! All thanks in no small part to the seed pumped into her but also those injections that might just give her an animal musk. confronted and then dragged along to different horse trailers for example for no other reason than to relieve the animal inside her only saving grace being that its only the animal owner and her (Friend, sibling ect) Watching her nearly getting crushed while getting impaled.

While i have countless ideas of how things can go horribly wrong, I imagined her first 'round' of it being kind of innocent or at least innocent compared to what she would later be facing down. She would be called over talked down to by some man who runs one of the insemination machines and he starts talking about the products and services before asking for her assistance, her help in getting rid of some old seed, thick chunky completely unusable, hes just out of room and the convention charges to much to dispose of it, She thinks nothing of it, thinks its harmless clearly not getting his true meaning. Thinking that she would be helping him carry it off or something, He tells her it would only take a few moments and before she could truly process what was happening she would either A, be hooked into the breeding stand like insemination machine or B, Have a hose from a storage unit forced into her muzzle and the flow turned on, Heavy hand on the back of her head holding the hose in place, when she tries to pull away he inches it just a little more down her throat all while nodding along and smiling to people passing by, thanking her even as her belly grows.

I dont think he would do it to her to be cruel, He might even expect her willingness considering shes dressed up as an animal at one of these convention/shows, so as he holds her in place with that tube inching down her throat he might even be surprised at how she would pull and buck to escape! The poor girls first taste of cum being from an animal and being very very old.

Of course there is an alternate version of the story, because i always have alternates and side stories! It would be around the same idea, some animal convention in the midwest, only this time the star is someone a bit more well known. A Young girl whos family runs a rather upscale and popular studding farm, the kind with all of the state of the art toys but her family cares more about the brand and the business than her, or at-least that's how she feels. So she sets out to sabotage the family name/brand putting her ass literally on the line. She would attend the convention and would wait till the second day of the event when everything is in full swing and slip into a suit (Thinking ponygirl?) something that proudly has the family name/logo printed on it quite visibly. Animal features but no mistaking that shes 100% human and completely defenselsss. She obviously didnt think it thru completely wanting only to tarnish the families name and knock them down a few pegs but things would quickly get out of her control, she could end up facing down insemination machines getting pumped full of liters worth of animal seed in various degrees of freshness, end up on display at a milking machine and just about any thing else you could think of all before the climax of the weekend where she just might get to play belly rider to a full sized horse.
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