“ AHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! OHHHHH GODDDDDDDD ! ! ! ! NNGGGMMMHHHHH ! ! !"

Dany screamed and grunted. The stretching pain of the sudden, prodigious insertion was beastly, but was countered by the exquisite ace of midst, bulging dick gliding against his super sensitive prostate gland. He lay face down in the grass, his physical structure pressed into the voiced earth by the giant, horse-dicked Futa above. She 'd mounted him hastily and hurtle into his sea star with urgent motivation and surging vigor.

Calling it a horse cock was no exaggeration. Leslie 's tool was monolithic. The dark-skinned giantess was a pony slave just like Dany. Being a workhorse, Leslie 's body rippled with musculus that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Along with the hormone handling and experimental drugs that had turned them into eye-pleasing, sex-crazed crib, Leslie 's cadre of prole scuff also received regular course of study of steroid hormone and other strength enhancing supplements.

There were no fewer than five other workhorse amazon gathered around the rutting duad. Their long, meaty stopcock grew starchy as they watched Leslie have her way with the appearance jigger slut. Pre-cum dripped from each of their fat tips as they waited for their number to fuck Dany 's brains out.

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

How many months had he been on the farm ? Five ? Six ? It was difficult to go on track of time as a pony slave. He was regularly fucked, toyed with and disciplined by the cowgirl trainers and other slaves alike. It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his retention to fade a little more each day. Dany could n't even remember his last name anymore. Now he was"Dany Luvsdick."He 'd never be allowed to forget his new form of address since it was labeled clearly on the front of his barn carrel. Not to refer the other ranch resident reminded him of his pervy pony public figure constantly.

Leslie placed one of her hoof-encased script on the side of meat of Dany 's principal and pushed his face into the grass. Her hips plowed him powerfully. Her hulking thighs deform and her monumental, mocha coffee ass bounced as she bottomed out in Dany 's tingle, Prunus persica ruck. Her gigantic, sweaty breasts were pressed against his back, her nipples grazing his raw flesh with each thrust.

Leslie 's expression was wrapped in a leather capitulum harness. Her short, atomic number 78 blond fuzz stuck out from the horse-tack webbing. Her quarter, harnessed around her waist, stuck out prominently, sprouting from just above her curvy ass boldness. It waved in the air as she pistoned in and out of the helpless, moaning pony bitch.

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

"Y-Yes Miss Leslie ! ! !"

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

"MORE ! HARDER ! ! ! PLEASE ! ! !"

"They certainly named you well, young lady Luvsdick !"she hissed into his ear before redoubling her attempt. Her unyielding thrusting grew harsher and more demanding.

Dany could n't fence. In the true, he wished one of the former workhorses was cramming her slickness, pungent length of equine cock into his rima oris right now. Sadly, that was unacceptable in his flow state of matter. Like Dany and Leslie, each of the pony surrounding them had their manpower and groundwork locked in the shot glass arm-gloves and stockings. Every branch ended in a flat hoof with a shiny metallic element horse shoe. The garments were locked on them permanently. Only the trainers could remove them and they almost never did.

The workhorses got to get into dignified beige on their limbs. Their garments were wrapped with metal he-man around their biceps and thighs. Dany, on the other hand, had his weaponry and branch locked in burnished calamitous rubber-base paint. display ponies like him were a combination of fetish manakin and 24/7 on-call peter sleeve.

His meager dieting of nutrient paste and the sizable quantity of sludge-like semen he was fed ensured that he remained thin and attractive. Show ponies were psychologically conditioned to be submissive, eagre to please and to crave more cock by the day. Permanent makeup had longsighted ago been embedded on his now girlish face. Dany 's auburn hair had grown into a luscious pony shadower ; perfect for the trainers to grab when they fucked his subservient mouth.

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

"HERE IT semen YOU FILTHY trollop ! ! !"

"AHHHHHH ! ! ! ! YES ! ! ! ! FILL ME fille LESLIE ! ! !"

The Nubian Goddess buried her steel-hard screwing reefer in his fleshy deepness and her mighty organic structure shuddered. Leslie 's bloated scrotum clenched and shook as a liter of hot, sinewy filth streamed into the bawling appearance pony. Dany felt his inside doused in hot glue, the sperm cell rippling out in wafture as Leslie grunted and her tongue hung from her receptive mouth.

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

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

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

Finally, Leslie pulled her big, black python from Dany 's blown-out asshole with an audible pop. She stood on rickety legs and stumbled off, leaving the display trot 's man-cunt oozing plentiful quantities of manly seed.

Could it even be called a man bitch anymore ? Dany looked more feminine by the day. His breasts had started to take shape after month of endocrine therapy. They were nowhere near the size of the massive dairy cow others on the ranch sported, but he knew it was only a issue of time until he joined them. The farm 's perverse treatments were slowly turning him into a full futa freak just like everyone else in this debauch place.

Of course of action, he would never garner the monolithic cock the work sawhorse and trainers got to wield. Men who 'd been brought to the farm for punishment, like him, would only ever be receptacles for fat dicks and gelatinous jizzum by the gallon. Being forcibly transitioned into a cum craving, small-dicked futa butt fornicatress was the condemnation for his misogynous misdeeds.

The future proletarian mule fell on Dany and immediately brought the tip of her thick, veiny weapon to his spunk-spewing back room access. Another pair of heavy breasts slapped onto his back and a new set of sinewy legs held down his turn down body. A fresh, duncish, pulsing cum carom burrowed into his velvety flesh and the sea of jizzum parted for her twitch invader.

For the first-class honours degree month he was there, Dany had dwelt on the iniquity of being low man on the totem pole at the ranch. Was Dany 's offensive activity really so great ? He 'd tried to have sex with his personal assistant ! So what ? ! ? Yes, it was unfaithfulness and an unfitting move by an employer, but did it deserve this harsh a assessment ? A lifetime of sexual slavery ? ! ?

Right or not, that was the world they were living in now. Modern club was n't putting up with that variety of flag-waver shit any longer. Many women were no longer satisfied with achieving jurist and vestibular sense ; they were out for revenge. to a greater extent and to a greater extent of them were willingly becoming dominant Futa and letting their sadistic and hedonistic anima run wild. That 's what this disgusting farm represented. Dany imagined station like this would become 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 bear one or both of them to indicate up, some day, and gloat. Perhaps they 'd strike him home to start out 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 belike that once you were disappeared to the ranch, it was for good.

That would fit him just fine. Dany had stopped wanting to leave after the get-go calendar month. sure enough, it was probably a result of all the genial conditioning and the forced drug regimen, but he did n't care. He belonged on the farm now. He embraced his new station in life. His ass and throat were home to countless juicy rooster. His increasingly feminized body was the canvas for dainty tortures. His subjugation was n't reasonable, but he loved it. And no matter how unfair it was to him, he knew the women who 'd been turned into fetishized race horse and lustful worker mules had it rough as well.

"You show crib think you 're so hot ..."Quinn huffed from above. The tanned brunet placed her hand-hooves on Dany 's arms as she settled into a steady shtup rhythm."You do n't consume to get out profound wagons, give ride and haul equipment like WE DO ! You just get dolled up and do your pillock little dances !"

"AHHHHHH ! ! ! YESSSS ! ! ! !"he cried as viscous cum slopped out of his ruck with each forceful introduction. The leftover jizz glazed his ass brass and her body alike. Residual nougat butter bubbled up and spat all over them with each deep dicking the well-hung Domina delivered. Quinn fucked him relentlessly, clearing his fleshy burrow of every ounce of cock-snot and making way for her own tidal undulation of hot sirup to come.

Dany 's dick was wrapped in two red elastic bands. It lay against the grass, oozing sad little strands of pre-cum. He was only able to shoot his load when hooked up to one of the farm 's milking automobile. Show shot glass like him were only granted release by one of the ranch 's pernicious devices. The vast majority of his orgasms were dry, forced upon him by thrusting lengths of thick Futa cock strumming across the cum button in his ass. These mind-blanking explosions of sexual cloud nine provided no respite whatsoever after the blow wafture of pleasure passed. He and the other show ponies were kept on edge, always desperate for more.

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

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

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

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

Once her shadow had past, the overwhelmed show pony began to come back to his senses. Dany heard clapping close down by and turned to see two of the flight simulator. They 'd been watching his defilement with cracking amusement.

There stood Mistresses Clara and Abilene, their fat stopcock dangling between their slick, black leather chaps. Both sported cowherd lid, brown leather arm-gloves and a thick leather bra holding up their sizeable breasts. Clara had a dreadful bull-whip curled at her side of meat. Abilene sported a duncical paddle and an electric cattle prod hanging from her leather belt.

"What do you reckon Abby ? She 's been ridden hard. Is it time to put er up wet ?"

"Mmmmm, not just yet. We 've got time to pop and this fornicatress could use some more training."

"Good tip. Let 's ingest a little fun before we lock her up for the night."

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

"On your foundation, slut !"

Clara retrieved a leash from her belt and clipped it to the O-ring on Dany 's taking into custody. The aggressive Dommes started off to one the farm 's many b, pulling the ill-treated show jigger behind them.

Within a few minutes, the green pasture turned to increasingly mushy brown. Dany plodded forward, his leg it feet sinking into ever bass mud as they entered the swamp-like grooming one thousand. Pretty soon it was an effort to walk. His already hobbled limbs needed to be pulled out of the ooze 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 rightfield"Clara nodded in agreement."Let 's fix that."She yanked on the leash fiercely and Dany stumbled forward. Both women gave him a firm shove and he fell face-first into the deep, sucking muck.

Dany was ensconced in a combining of black mud, brownish clay and gross dung. He could hear their boots approaching, slopping through the gluey mire as both trainers laughed. Abilene brought her reheel thrill down on Dany 's cum-glazed ass. Clara followed causa, pressing her boot against the rachis of his head and shoving Dany 's face firmly into the filth.

They held him down until his hoofed mitt and feet began flailing in the sludge-like soil, signaling his need to breathe. The Dommes lifted their stage and Dany turned over in the goop, gasping for fresh air. He floundered in the suck Lucius Clay, trying to push himself up with his hapless hooves.

"On your knee, sporting lady !"Clara called out.

As Dany slowly righted himself, the overlooking blonde fisted her impressive prick. She 'd grown erect as she watched the jigger slut struggle in the mud.

"God, I love watching these bitches get filthy. Gets me hard as a piece of tail tilt !"

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

Clara squelched through the muck, closing the myopic distance to his kneeling form and brought the glans of her cock to his muddy lip. The pungent smell of her steaming tool was overwhelming. She shoved it between his mouth and Dany gagged. Clara had n't even hit the back of his throat and his eyes were already watering. Her flavor and taste were beyond musty.

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

She shoved her girthy tool deeper into Dany 's mouth. The cowgirl 's hips slid back and forth, entering a thirsty cadence. Abilene closed the length and pointed her glistening distance at Dany 's sucking look. The slick sounds of lustful fapping and forced cock gobbling filled the one thousand as muddy soil dripped from the appearance trot 's body.

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

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

Clara took Dany 's ponytail in a bowelless, two-handed bag and started plowing his mouth hard. The cow-girl 's plentiful ass shook as she fucked his boldness like a fleshlight. She bottomed out in no time, forcing her nasty rod of fuck-meat past his uvula and down into his well-trained throat. Dany 's knight hooves wavered in the air as he gagged on her thrusting Phallus and his fount grew ever more red.

"Good call !"She answered through panted breathing spell."Maybe we should go forth him in one of the racehorse stalls ? Those strumpet love a little display pony caller for the dark !"

The mere thought of leaving the late man and effeminise cock sucker in a stall full of horse-dicked Futa was all it took to push Abilene over the boundary."Clara ! Stand aside ! ! !"she shouted. Her fist was flying up and down her bulging length.

Clara pulled nearly of her dick from Dany 's mouth, leaving only the tip between his lip. She leaned out of the way, holding his ponytail with one hired man and creating the perfect target for her leather-clad baby in arms.

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

Abilene grunted out her climax as her fat scrotum jiggled and forget me drug after sticky rope fired all over Dany 's face. The wooden-headed bank line of library paste slapped across his every feature of speech, decorating his eyes, garnishing his nose and caking all over his muddied, red hair. He would 've opened his mouth for her if the end of Clara 's cock was n't still lodged between his lips. It was his natural instinctive 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 face and pep pill body, Abilene moaned in contentment and released her spend hog. She groped her breasts as the pleasure of Futa climax surged through her body. The bliss rolled through her curvy frame of reference for a lengthy while even after her ball had been drained.

The rapt trainer was blocked from Dany 's perspective as Clara stepped back in. The athirst Domina wrapped both leather-gloved hand around his filthy whisker and resumed fucking his boldness. Her thrusts seemed even more insistent and needy 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 chin over and over again, he peered up at the cowgirl Goddess with grateful eye. He sucked her soiled length lovingly, worshiping her filthy phallus as he knelt in the sticky mud and awaited his next delicious meal.

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