Thread: (NSFW) The Zoophilian's Consolidated Rp Thread Reboot!

This section till I run out of room, Will be for primarily MxF or FxM Pin the tail on the..Beast, Insertion, Public See more 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. The Races - Remix Beast, TF See more 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 See more 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 See more 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 See more 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! See more 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 See more 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 girls 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 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 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.