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RE The Zoophilian's Consolidated Rp Thread! All sorts of NSFW yummy inside! The Drama Club Year ThreeBeast, public See more NEW 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 See more 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. Best In Show. MxM, Beast, Public, TF See more 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 Taxidermist Beast, MxF, TF See more 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 See more 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 See more 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 See more 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 ideas 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. 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 See more 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. See more 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. The Accidental BitchSuit MxM, TF, Incest, NC See more 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. The Mad KingMxF, Bad End See more 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. 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.