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Dany screamed and grunted. The stretching pain of the sudden, colossal interpolation was brutal, but was countered by the exquisite sense experience of thick, bulging tool gliding against his topnotch sensitive prostate. He lay face down in the sess, his torso pressed into the diffused earth by the giant, horse-dicked Futa above. She 'd mounted him hastily and thrust into his starfish with urgent need and surging vigor.

Calling it a horse hammer was no exaggeration. Leslie 's creature was massive. The swarthy giantess was a pony striver just like Dany. Being a workhorse, Leslie 's body rippled with muscles that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Along with the hormone treatments and experimental drugs that had turned them into eye-pleasing, sex-crazed pony, Leslie 's cadre of prole scuff also received even courses of steroid and other military strength enhancing supplements.

There were no fewer than five early workhorse amazon gathered around the rutting pair. Their long, meaty prick grew corpse as they watched Leslie have her way with the display pony fornicatress. Pre-cum dripped from each of their fat tips as they waited for their turn to bonk Dany 's brains out.

Before being brought to the ranch, nobody had called him Danny since he was a youthful boy. Until his transmutation, he 'd simply been Dan ; CEO of his own fellowship and a respected member of the community. That all ended when he got frisky with his receptionist. Dan was abducted in the company parking lot the next day.

How many calendar month had he been on the farm ? Five ? Six ? It was unmanageable to keep lead of time as a pony striver. He was regularly fucked, toyed with and disciplined by the cowgirl trainers and other slave alike. It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his store to fleet a little more each day. Dany could n't even out remember his hold up name anymore. Now he was"Dany Luvsdick."He 'd never be allowed to forget his new claim since it was labeled clearly on the front of his barn stand. Not to cite the other spread resident physician reminded him of his pervy pony name constantly.

Leslie placed one of her hoof-encased workforce on the position of Dany 's head and pushed his face into the forage. Her pelvic arch plowed him powerfully. Her hulking thighs flexed and her massive, mocha coffee ass bounced as she bottomed out in Dany 's tingling, peach ruck. Her gigantic, sweaty breasts were pressed against his back, her mammilla grazing his naked flesh with each thrust.

Leslie 's face was wrapped in a leather mind harness. Her unawares, Pt blond hair stuck out from the horse-tack webbing. Her buttocks, harnessed around her waist, stuck out prominently, sprouting from just above her sonsie ass brass. It waved in the air as she pistoned in and out of the helpless, moaning jigger bitch.

"You like that, do n't you Dany ? ! ?"

"Y-Yes missy Leslie ! ! !"

"Ca n't get enough of this pecker, hmmm ?"

"Thomas More ! HARDER ! ! ! PLEASE ! ! !"

"They certainly named you well, Miss Luvsdick !"she hissed into his ear before redoubling her feat. Her unyielding jab grew harsher and more demanding.

Dany could n't contend. In trueness, he wished one of the other workhorses was cramming her slick magazine, barbed length of equine cock into his mouth right now. Sadly, that was impossible in his current State. Like Dany and Leslie, each of the crib surrounding them had their hands and understructure locked in the pony arm-gloves and stockings. Every limb ended in a flat hoof with a lustrous alloy horse shoe. The garments were locked on them permanently. Only the flight simulator could withdraw them and they almost never did.

The workhorses got to endure self-respectful beige on their arm. Their garments were wrapped with metal macho-man around their biceps and thighs. Dany, on the other manus, had his arms and wooden leg locked in bright grim latex. Show jigger like him were a combination of voodoo model and 24/7 on-call putz sleeve.

His meager diet of nutritious paste and the ample measure of sludge-like seed he was fed ensured that he remained thin out and attractive. Show shot glass were psychologically conditioned to be slavish, bore to delight and to thirst more cock by the day. Permanent makeup had retentive ago been embedded on his now girlish cheek. Dany 's auburn hairsbreadth had grown into a luscious pony tail end ; perfect for the flight simulator to snaffle when they fucked his subservient mouth.

Suddenly, Leslie 's thrusts became frenzied. She groaned loudly and her teeth gritted as the wet SCHLOP-SCHLOP of pre-cum slick cock slurped in and out Dany 's ass.

"Hera IT COMES YOU FILTHY SLUT ! ! !"

"AHHHHHH ! ! ! ! YES ! ! ! ! FILL ME MISS LESLIE ! ! !"

The Nubian Goddess buried her steel-hard shtup stick in his fleshy depth and her powerful torso shuddered. Leslie 's bloated scrotum clenched and shook as a liter of hot, fibrous filth streamed into the wailing show pony. Dany felt his interior doused in hot glue, the spermatozoon rippling out in waves as Leslie grunted and her tongue hung from her out-of-doors mouth.

"I 'm side by side !"one of the well-hung workhorses declared from above.

"What ? ! ? No way ! It 's my number !"

"You want to fight me, squawk ? ! ?"

Finally, Leslie pulled her big, black python from Dany 's blown-out bunghole with an audible pop. She stood on precarious legs and stumbled off, leaving the display pony 's man-cunt oozing ample quantity of virile seed.

Could it even be called a man slit anymore ? Dany looked more feminine by the day. His chest had started to hold shape after months of hormone therapy. They were nowhere near the sizing of the massive milcher others on the spread sported, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he joined them. The farm 's perverse discussion were slowly turning him into a full futa nut just like everyone else in this debauch place.

Of form, he would never garner the massive tool the work horses and flight simulator got to manage. Men who 'd been brought to the farm for punishment, like him, would only ever be receptacles for fat dicks and gelatinlike jizzum by the gallon. Being forcibly transitioned into a cum craving, small-dicked futa butt jade was the judgment of conviction for his misogynous misdeeds.

The side by side worker mule fell on Dany and immediately brought the tip of her thick, veiny weapon to his spunk-spewing back door. Another couple of heavy knocker slapped onto his spine and a new set of powerful peg held down his lower body. A fresh, thickly, pulsing cum cannon burrowed into his velvety anatomy and the sea of jizzum parted for her twitching invader.

For the world-class month he was there, Dany had dwelt on the inequity of being low man on the totem magnetic pole at the ranch. Was Dany 's criminal offense really so great ? He 'd tried to cause sex with his personal help ! So what ? ! ? Yes, it was infidelity and an inappropriate move by an employer, but did it merit this harsh a judgment ? A life-time of sexual slavery ? ! ?

right or not, that was the world they were living in now. Modern society was n't putting up with that form of chauvinist shucks any longer. Many women were no longer satisfied with achieving justness and equilibrium ; they were out for revenge. to a greater extent and More of them were willingly becoming rife Futa and letting their sadistic and hedonistic anima run wild. That 's what this disgusting farm represented. Dany imagined places like this would suit much more common in the future.

He often wondered if it was just his receptionist or also his wife that had arranged for his new life to begin. He half expected one or both of them to express up, some day, and gloating. Perhaps they 'd bring him home to set about the second leg of his journey into servitude. Or maybe that was n't allowed, due to all the potential legal complications. It seemed more likely that once you were disappeared to the ranch, it was for good.

That would suit him just fine. Dany had stopped wanting to forget after the get-go calendar month. Sure, it was probably a result of all the mental conditioning and the forced drug regimen, but he did n't handle. He belonged on the farm now. He embraced his new station in life. His ass and throat were home to countless juicy shaft. His increasingly feminized body was the canvas for exquisite twisting. His subjection was n't middling, but he loved it. And no topic how unjust it was to him, he knew the adult female who 'd been turned into fetishized racehorses and libidinous worker mules had it rough as well.

"You show jigger think you 're so hot ..."Quinn huffed from above. The suntanned brunette placed her hand-hooves on Dany 's implements of war as she settled into a steady fucking rhythm."You do n't have to pull heavy wagons, hold drive and drag equipment like WE DO ! You just get dolled up and do your stupid niggling dancing !"

"AHHHHHH ! ! ! YESSSS ! ! ! !"he cried as viscous cum slopped out of his pucker with each emphatic insertion. The leftover jizz glazed his ass cheeks and her consistence alike. Residual nougat butter bubbled up and spat all over them with each oceanic abyss dicking the well-hung Domina delivered. Quinn fucked him relentlessly, clearing his sarcoid tunnel of every apothecaries' ounce of cock-snot and making way for her own tidal wafture of hot syrup to come.

Dany 's putz was wrapped in two red elastic striation. It lay against the Gunter Grass, oozing sad lilliputian strands of pre-cum. He was only able-bodied to dash his load when hooked up to one of the farm 's milking machines. display pony like him were only granted expiration by one of the ranch 's subtle devices. The vast majority of his orgasms were dry, forced upon him by thrusting length of thick Futa peter strumming across the cum release in his ass. These mind-blanking explosions of sexual cloud nine provided no relief whatsoever after the shock moving ridge of pleasure passed. He and the former show jigger were kept on boundary, always desperate for more.

Quinn 's fat appendage grew even dense and meaner, stretching Dany 's rim and tight anal rampart deliciously. She stroked over his sexual love buzzer in just the right way, threatening to tug him mad with another full-body prostate climax.

"No, all you 're full for is GETTING FUCKED ! Is n't that right you cock-hungry cunt ? ! ?"

"YES, MISS QUINN ! ! ! MORE ! ! ! PLEASE, DO N'T bar ! ! !"

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An minute later, the final she-bull pulled her peter from Dany 's ass after groaning out a powerful orgasm. His gaping ruck was left half-dilated, a stream of white pudding seeping from his sphincter as the big-titted workhorse rose and wandered off.

Once her shadow had past, the overwhelmed show shot glass began to come in back to his weed. Dany heard clapping close by and turned to see two of the flight simulator. They 'd been watching his pollution with not bad amusement.

There stood Mistresses Clara and Abilene, their fat cocks dangling between their slick, black leather chaps. Both sported cowman hats, brown leather arm-gloves and a thick leather bra holding up their ample knocker. Clara had a dreaded bull-whip curled at her side. Abilene sported a thick paddle and an electric car Bos taurus prod hanging from her leather belt.

"What do you think Abby ? She 's been rag operose. Is it clip to put er up wet ?"

"Mmmmm, not just yet. We 've got clip to kill and this slut could use some more training."

"goodness point. Let 's have a little fun before we lock her up for the night."

The two woman closed in on his position. They seized Dany 's arms and tugged him up, harshly.

"On your ft, hussy !"

Clara retrieved a tierce from her bang and clipped it to the O-ring on Dany 's collar. The aggressive Dommes started off to one the farm 's many barns, pulling the maltreat show trot behind them.

Within a few minutes, the unripened pasture turned to increasingly mushy brown. Dany plodded forward, his hoofed pes sinking into ever deeper mud as they entered the swamp-like breeding yard. Pretty soon it was an effort to take the air. His already hobbled limbs needed to be pulled out of the sludge forcefully. The gruel-like mud sucked at his legs with each squishy step.

Abilene turned and looked back at the struggling Dany."You know, for a pony that 's been outdoors all day, she 's remarkably clean."

"You 're redress"Clara nodded in agreement."Let 's fix that."She yanked on the trio fiercely and Dany stumbled forward. Both woman gave him a business firm shove and he fell face-first into the deep, sucking muck.

Dany was ensconced in a combination of black mud, Robert Brown Henry Clay and gross dung. He could hear their rush approaching, slopping through the sticky mire as both trainers laughed. Abilene brought her reheel boot down on Dany 's cum-glazed ass. Clara followed suit, pressing her boot against the back of his school principal and shoving Dany 's face firmly into the filth.

They held him down until his hoofed hands and groundwork began flailing in the sludge-like soil, signaling his need to breathe. The Dommes lifted their legs and Dany turned over in the muck, gasping for invigorated air. He floundered in the sucking Lucius Clay, trying to advertize himself up with his hapless hooves.

"On your stifle, whore !"Clara called out.

As Dany slowly righted himself, the dominating blonde fisted her impressive cock. She 'd uprise erect as she watched the pony slut struggle in the mud.

"God, I love watching these bitches get filthy. Gets me hard as a roll in the hay stone !"

"I know, right ?"Abilene agreed. The tall, raven-haired Domme was now stroking her hosiery of flesh as well.

Clara squelched through the muck, closing the dead distance to his kneeling contour and brought the glans of her cock to his soggy lips. The pungent smell of her steamy tool was overwhelming. She shoved it between his lips and Dany gagged. Clara had n't even hit the back of his throat and his eyes were already watering. Her smell and penchant were beyond musty.

"You like that, slut ? I fucked three shot glass before lunch ! Two more than since then. Have n't showered yet. predilection all that yummy pony ass, you fucking cunt !"

She shoved her girthy tool deeper into Dany 's mouth. The cowgirl 's pelvic arch slid back and Forth River, entering a athirst cadence. Abilene closed the distance and pointed her glistening length at Dany 's sucking face. The crafty sounds of salacious fapping and forced rooster gobbling filled the yard as muddy filth dripped from the show pony 's body.

"After this, let 's take him back to the barn and hook his piddling dicklet up to the milker."Abilene 's breath grew labored as she continued."Then we can plug the Fuck-A-Tron into his ass and use his mouth a few more times before we call it a day."

Him. Her. They could n't even decide what Dany was anymore. Or perhaps they did it simply to mess with his headspring. Not that it mattered. He was a freak of nature. Two holes for their meaty cocks to enjoy. In the future they were creating, their would be only one sexuality : Futanari. The only meaningful deviation was if one was a top or bottom.

Clara took Dany 's ponytail in a vehement, bimanual adhesive friction and started plowing his mouth hard. The cow-girl 's copious ass shook as she fucked his face like a fleshlight. She bottomed out in no time, forcing her filthy rod of fuck-meat past his uvula and down into his well-trained throat. Dany 's horse hooves wavered in the air as he gagged on her thrusting phallus and his face grew ever more red.

"Good call !"She answered through panted breathing time."Maybe we should bequeath him in one of the race horse stalls ? Those sluts love a little display pony company for the night !"

The mere thought of leaving the former man and feminized shaft soft touch in a drag one's feet full of horse-dicked Futa was all it took to bear on Abilene over the edge."Clara ! Stand aside ! ! !"she shouted. Her fist was flying up and down her bulging length.

Clara pulled to the highest degree of her shaft from Dany 's backtalk, leaving only the tip between his rim. She leaned out of the way, holding his ponytail with one hand and creating the perfect mark for her leather-clad sister in arms.

"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Abilene grunted out her climax as her fat scrotum jiggled and Mexican valium after sticky rope fired all over Dany 's face. The fatheaded logical argument of paste slapped across his every feature, decorating his heart, garnishing his nose and caking all over his muddied, red hair. He would 've opened his backtalk for her if the end of Clara 's cock was n't still lodged between his sassing. It was his lifelike reflex now, whenever one of the trainers gifted him with their seed.

After seven stringy cords of Edward Douglas White Jr. sludge had splattered all over Dany 's aspect and upper eubstance, Abilene moaned in contentment and released her spent hog. She groped her knocker as the pleasure of Futa orgasm surged through her body. The cloud nine rolled through her curvy form for a lengthy spell even after her balls had been drained.

The rapturous trainer was blocked from Dany 's view as Clara stepped back in. The thirsty Domina wrapped both leather-gloved hands around his foul pilus and resumed fucking his cheek. Her thrusting seemed even more crying and necessitous now. Perhaps she was annoyed her friend had climaxed first and interrupted a heavenly session of pharynx fucking.

As her sweaty ballsack slapped into Dany 's mentum over and over again, he peered up at the cowgirl Goddess with grateful eyes. He sucked her soiled distance lovingly, worshiping her filthy phallus as he knelt in the sticky mud and awaited his next delicious meal.

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