Something wicked {Possible gore, Bad ends.}

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.