Strider V2

“Andrea, I’ve seen him going at it this morning. He is not in the mood for any sex right now.” The more demure blonde in the secretary outfit pleaded to the bouncy yet insane redheaded bimbo.

“He’ll make some mood for me. I know him.”

Jeanne rolled her eyes behind her fake black “i am very smart” glasses. She had seen Markus only shortly this morning while he was yelling into the phone. He looked very frustrated and not in the mood for “fun times” as Andrea called it.

“He is not-“

The finely crafted doors opened and the two women walked into markus’ office room. Andrea didnt have anything specific in mind but she could definitely go for a round under his desk. If he was working and ignoring her that would just make it even more demeaning, thus a lot hotter.

Markus was having an argument on the phone while furiously typing on his pc. His eyes flickered up at Andrea and Jeanne and he flipped them off immediately.

For most people this would be extremely rude, but to Jeanne and Andrea it just meant as much as “Leave me alone immediately.”

The two of them nodded and turned around, closing the door behind them.

“See.” Jeanne jutted her finger into Andreas breast. “If you’d spend less time horsing around and more time listening to me we’d get a lot more done!”

Andrea nodded, and Jeanne was relieved. Then she smiled as she continued to nod. “Horse sex! Great idea Jeanne. Ill be the animal curious jockey and you’ll be the mighty stallion Strider who pounds me till Im sore!”

Jeanne sighed.

“What? Not hot enough for ya?”

“Oh its hot but its beside the point Andrea…”

“Well come on then!” Andrea yanked her by her hand and tugged her along to the nearby elevator. “Its gonna be fantastic. Hell, before we “ride” we’ll go for a ride first. Come along, horse!”

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Jeanne’s objections faded as the two women stepped into the stables. Whereas at first sight it was laid out like any other stable its contents were….not. Hanging on the hardwood walls were many different skinsuits of horses. Different breeds, genders, even pony’s.  On Andrea’s occasional insistance they made love in and with these suits. Though Andrea ignored all of those suits and walked forward to the one skinsuit hanging on the far side of the stable. Strider, as he had become to be called, was their first horse skinsuit and also her favourite.

A perfect specimen, fully black as the night with impressive muscle and of course hung like a horse hung. It hung empty and deflated on the wall, some dried semen stains below its cock.

“Thats for you, Jeanne.” Andrea lifted up the suit of the mighty steed and kissed it on the mouth, the rubbery lips easily parting.

“Go on, go on, ill get dressed as well.”

Jeanne looked slightly confused as Andrea handed her the massive skinsuit.

“Well obviously I need my riding outfit, duh!”

Andrea walked off without any further notice.

“All right then…horse time.”

Jeanne lay the suit out and touched its back, willing it to open wide. As she touched a seam followed her hand’s movements, splitting open Striders back. Now with easy access inside the blonde woman simply picked up the suit’s ass, her face getting close to her future anus which surprisingly was clean to a level of unnatural sterility.

“She stepped into the back half of the skinsuit with both legs. It took a moment to step into the legs and for her feet to make contact with the interior of the hooves and take form.”

The process worked up her legs quickly as the sloppy skin pulled itself tight. Her average ass suddenly expanded outward while she could feel her vagina make contact in front. It was like a thrill went through her undercarriage as the horsecock began to take proper shape along with the thick horse’s ass. Jeanne could feel her new tail respond to her every move, and as she looked at herself she saw a female upper half combined with the lower half of a horse. Her brand new cock was standing firm responding to the sexual stimulus of the transformation. As she moved around on her new powerful legs she could hear the sound of its, no, her hooves hitting the ground.

The rest of the transformation was a bit odd. Jeanne hoisted the still deflated upper half  over herself and just let it drop onto her, making sure her head and hands slipped into the right holes with a quick movement. The world around her went dark as the seam behind her closed and her body seemed to bend forward and extend to fill the skin. 

From the outside it looked like a horror movie as the deflated front half of the horse suddenly burst into its full shape and not more than ten seconds later Jeanne was gone and Strider fell onto its front legs with an audible huff.

It looked around, its cock ready to go and with Jeanne feeling pretty horny that wasn’t about to change. She, now he was looking forward to “riding” Andrea instead of vice versa. Strider walked in circles, once again getting used to it. One of its hooves kicked the wall and it was with so much might that the wall clearly shook, reverberating a loud hum through the building.

“My kicks could kill…” Strider thought to himself. “I’d best watch out where I place my hooves.”

“Down boy, bad horse, bad horse!” Andrea returned wearing a classical black and white jockey outfit. With two modifications down below, two holes for easy access to Andrea’s holes. In her hand she held a riding crop that she was waving around attempting to look imposing. Strider turned and faced her.

In the back of Andreas’ mind words seemed to form. She didn’t hear them physically but in her mind. Jeanne spoke clearly to her.

“I am a horse, not a dog.”

Andrea approached Strider and used the crop to whack him on the ass. It stung a little bit but faded quickly.

“I take it that’s not what you’re here for.” Andrea smiled as she shoved the entire riding crop into Strider’s ass with part of her fist as well. The horse shivered and hinnied, its cock twitching.

Andrea pulled it back, walking to the side. She used the surprisingly clean tip of the riding crop to draw a line along the equine appendage. The cock responded to the touch and the horse whinnied, mentally and physically.

“Oooh? This is a good bit of foreplay for a thirsty woman like you.”

“Oh we’ll play around some more.” Andrea walked to Strider;s front and kissed the horse on the lips. It was awkward and weird, but the feeling behind it was still sensual as Andrea pressed her body against Striders, rubbing gently across the horse’s skin with both hands.

“Time for the next phase.”

Andrea pulled out a saddle, black latex with two dildo’s on the seat. She placed it down on Strider’s back and strapped it tight. “Let’s go for an actual ride, Strider.” 

Mounting gently and slowly Andrea took the reins and sat down on the saddle inbetween the two dildo’s.

“Almost done.” Andrea rose up slightly and repositoned both dildo’s so they leaned against both of her lower holes. She sat down, making quite a bit of noise until both were locked into place deeply inside her.

“Hya! Hya!” The stall doors were wide open and Strider immediately began moving, every movement being transferred into Andrea’s nethers. Jeanne was somewhat annoyed that he didn’t get his shot at Andrea yet but that would probably happen soon enough.

The Creneth estate included a swathe of grassland as well as a lakeside forest. For a few minutes Strider had strode across the grasslands behind Creneth Mansion with both horse and rider not really in the mood to talk. 

Andrea steered Strider towards a course set up to test Strider’s jumping ability. Akin to the real obstacles in actual equine competition.

Striders horny mood had been long forgotten as Jeanne was getting into the strength and speed this form granted her. As the first obstacle came around Strider leaped successfully over it without a hassle. All the motions were extremely sensual for her, and these large leaps ( and especially the landings felt incredible to her).

From afar it looked like a majestic horse and its rider being in pure sync. Elegantly and perfectly making its way alongst this course. But in fact it was a transformed woman and her lover who was being impaled by the saddle she sat on. 

“Oh yeah Strider! speed it up, speed it up!”

Andrea continued to whack the side of Strider’s ass to try and get everybit of speed out of him. 

Strider did the entire opposite and quickly came to a halt.

“Hit me again, and I will toss you on the ground. Hard.”

“All right, fine.”

“And i’ve had enough foreplay, Andrea. Can we just get to it, already?”

“That’s funny, usually I’m the impatient one. All right. We’ll head back to the stable. Correction, you will. After all, you’re the beast and I’m the master.” Andrea said it in the smuggest tone possible.

“I am going to pound you into bits when we get there!”

Andrea leaned forward and whispered in Strider’s ear. “I am counting on it.” As she pulled back she whacked Strider again with the crop. “Now ride, wild beast, your master wishes to return home.”

There were quite a few huffs of annoyance directed at Andrea as Strider carried her back to the stable.

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Slowly but steadily Andrea rose up from her seat, the front dildo covered in her pussy juices. 

“All right, this has exhausted me, i need to unwind for a bit.” She gave Strider another good whack with the riding crop as she climbed off him. She staggered towards a strange set of bars on one end of the stable, one hung at her waist and one a fair bit above it. Small droplets were leaking from her front leaving a clear trail.

Andrea firmly grasped one of the bars and then put her exposed butt outwards like a clear invitation.

“Oh no, I am suddenly very vulnerable.” Andrea feigned distress, but both of them knew exactly what she wanted.

“Before we do, put the riding crop in my mouth.” Jeannes voice spoke to her again.

 Andrea turned around and looked at Strider. “Ooh, some pent up revenge, I love it.”

Strider opened his mouth and Andrea placed the good end into it. Strider closed his mouth shut and swung his head so that it immediately whacked Andrea across the cheek who just smiled and resumed her position, enjoying the sting of pain quite a bit.

In one grand movement, Strider moved forward, still firmly grasping the riding crop in his mouth. He raised up his front legs and landed them on the bar shoving his horsemeat deeply inside her anus. It was so big that it seemed to make her stomach seem bloated, almost pregnant, as Strider put all of his might into this. 

It was a pure animalistic set of high pitched moans as Strider went at Andrea. Inside Strider Jeanne was having the time of her life as the extremely powerful stallion and her entire cock felt so incredible it wasnt comparable to sex as a human male. Andrea shook and shiver with every thrust, and like the sex maniac she was all she could do was beg for more inbetween her screams of joy. Occasionally Strider would use her riding crop to whack her on the back of the head while his massive form (and the equally massive appendage that was buried deep inside her) pinned her into place.

“You used me as a beast of burden so it’s only fair that I use you as my private breeding mare!”

“If you really want to breed, you’re in the wrong hole. Slide out and ill turn around.”

Strider pushed himself all the way in, before pulling out and stepping back.

“Let me pull out my favourite stool.” She pulled out a nasty looking brown ottoman covered in cum of an unknown variety. She placed it underneath the bar and grabbed that bar with both hands., holding her crotch forward. 

“Im so proud of you Jeanne, you’ve gotten a lot better at banter during sex. when I look back to how-NNNNGH.” Her remark was cut short by Strider taking up position once again, now penetrating her nether folds with a strong thrust while the rest of his massive black body hung over her.

The moving bulge was clearly visible on her belly, distorting and impaling her to a degree that would be fatal to anyone not wearing a skinsuit.  Strider neighed and winnied loudly and Andrea did the same with high pitched feminine moans. 

“YES! YES! FILL ME UP! BREED ME.”

Like a giant cascade, a true torrent of cum unleashed itself into Andrea, Strider living up to his name as load after load continued to fill up Andrea’s insides, making her feel even more bloated. While he was still going strong, Strider pulled out and began cumming all over Andrea’s chest. In response, she let go of the bars and leaned forward. With two hands she grasped the equine erection and pointed it at her face, quickly covering it before she opened her mouth and in one movement lunged forward against the motions and deepthroated the stallion, getting more then three quarters inside her as she enjoyed the salty mix of cum, sweat and horsemeat. She was drenched in sweat and horse semen as she did her best to not spill any from her mouth.

Stiders’ neighing was extremely loud, Jeanne forgetting to communicate mentally due to the intensity of the moment. With both hands Andrea stroked the segment of the dick that she hadn’t swallowed to try and milk it until it had fully run dry.

The stream turned into a sputter and then finally petered out. Strider walked backwards, retrieving his full length from her mouth. The moment he did Andrea collapsed backwards falling onto the ottoman, sweaty, leaky, and extremely satisfied. She swallowed what semen she still had in her mouth before finally speaking up. “T-T-thank you, Jeanne.”

“Right now, I’m still Strider. But it was amazing for me too.”

“Okay, okay, unzip, I want in.” As Andrea stood up she was dripping and leaking all over. She kissed Strider on the cheek.

Strider stepped back a slight bit, but was still caught off guard by Andrea’s decisive speed.

“Let me in.” Andrea put her finger against Strider’s head and it seemed to collapse forward and inward, his front legs buckling while his rear end stood firm. As Andrea continued to draw a line across Strider’s body until she reached just beyond his front shoulders. “There we go.” Andrea split the two halves of Strider’s head apart to look into its insides which were suspiciously empty. She stepped both of her feet into the costume, feeling the loose legs surround her own as her coating began to spread all over.

She grasped both halves of Striders head from the inside and ducked. As she put both of them together she could feel the change begin to occur, merging and liquifying her body almost as the walls closed in around her. Strider regained his form and his mind. Just with an extra mind within that melded.

 Jeanne was well aware that sharing one mind with Andrea could best be described as intense. Whatever libido you had was amplified by a ton, and a lot of your inhibitions seemed to disappear. For whatever reason the sex became a lot more intense too. For someone with a corruption fetish like Jeanne it was just physically living that out. 

Some days the two of them just got in one skinsuit of Andrea and Jeanne just went along for the “ride”. The same happened here, whereas Strider was physically the same the mind inside it was quite different. At times they were in full unison, at others they were discussing and disagreeing.

“Lets go visit Markus.”

“I’m not sure that’s a…ah what the hell.” The lone horse, still equipped with a soiled dildo saddle, made its way into the main hall of the mansion. It violently mashed its equine snout against the open elevator button and somehow managed to squeeze into the elevator.

Then the dual-minded horse faced it’s main problem. The buttons for every floor were way too close to each other and it wasn’t really possible to select one without selecting 4 of them. 

“Hold on.” Andrea spoke in the dual mind as something surreal happened. Strider opened its mouth and a female hand emerged from within, hitting the top floor button and then retreated back inside. “Problem solved.”

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Markus was looking at his screen, his face set in stone. He hadn’t eaten or drank since this morning since the markets had opened. His voice was hoarse and he had been making calls basically all day doing his best to mitigate damage and figure out what the best course was at. But now, he was spent and done, getting up from behind his desk to get some water. As he did the doors opened and a large black horse walked in. 

It looked at him. In his mind, a new voice spoke. He accurately recognized it as a mix between Andrea and Jeanne speaking in unison. “Hello there cowboy, are you ready for a ride?” 

“God, I’m spent. Let me get a drink first.” 

“Let me provide you with some milk!.” The horse whinnied and splurted a large load of cum on the floor.

Markus walked up to the mini fridge and pulled out a coke can. He opened it up and guzzled it down in one gulp before nabbing another.

“How thirsty you are. Let me-”

Markus snapped his fingers. He didn’t look very entertained, in fact he was pretty worn out. “All right, “ladies.” I’ll play for a bit and then I have to go. Turn around, I want to get on your back.”

“Don’t you mean in my back.” Markus chucked back the can and reached for the nightstand. He grabbed something and quickly shuffled into his pockets without Strider noticing. For a moment he hesitated to get on the dildo saddle before just pushing them both apart and sitting down normally, the front dildo squeezing against his penis up front. He took the reigns and slapped Strider on the ass. “Back to the stable we go.” 

“Yes, master.” The voice responded on a rather whimsical note.

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Strider slowly stepped out of the plus-sized elevator with Markus riding triumphantly on his back. It was a short walk of a few minutes before they reached the stable annex and Markus carefully got off the horse that was a fusion of both of his wives. He reached in his pocket, pulling out what appeared to be a blank white mask holding it behind his body. He casually approached Strider and used one hand to pull the horse’s face to look him. It was always akward kissing a horse, and it was more Markus giving tiny kisses across the horse’s skull. But still, the passion and the love was there as Markus gently stroked the horse.

“I love you two…but I really don’t have time…”

Strider looked at him with this black eyes, head tilted slightly. “Oh, but you can make some time for us, can’t you?”

“No.” Markus’s hand came from behind his back and he pressed the blank mask onto the horse. The mental voice disappeared as the brainwashing mask seemed to melt into Striders’s forehead with Markus’ palm pushing strongly against it.

“You are a very horny horse and you want to do nothing but make love to that horse masturbator over there.” Markus used his free hand to point to what looked like an extremely realistic rendition of a mare’s back half with a handy suction feature that would dispose of any cum. “And you’ll do that until I let you go. Sorry Girls, but I’m going to pull an allnighter.”

As he let go, Strider immediately moved towards the extremely expensive semen collection tool and mounted it . He whinnied a lot, breathing loudly as he began to make continuous love to it. His mighty form and horsepower dedicated to banging this (extra sturdy) recreation of a mare’s backside. Whatever intelligence or knowledge that was once inside him was gone, replaced with a horny beast that wouldn’t bother Markus for 24 hours. And Markus knew that both of them were having a good time inside that form.

As he prepared to leave he looked back at Strider’s backside, his strangely sterile yet puffy horse anus beckoning for him. “Fine. I have time for one hole.” Markus pulled out the freshly coated ottoman so he could get to the appropriate height. Not even bothering to get undressed, he merely lowered his zipper and pulled it out. He saw Strider buckle and move, but he was 100 percent sure he was safe as he got onto the ottoman. With one hand he lifted up the tail and with the other he slid himself inside, his whole length sliding in with ease. Markus began to bang Strider, getting into sync with his own movements for maximum efficiency. He didn’t let up on the horse as he could feel the anus tighten around him for quite an enjoyable experience. Of course, this time there were no voices in his mind, just the controversial love between a man and his beast. Meanwhile Strider had came, depositing his load into the hole from whence it was quickly and automatically drained. The whinnying and huffing was extremely loud but Markus carried on sliding his meat in and out of the sex-crazed horse’s anus. With both hands he firmly grabbed the horse’s ass on both sides as he continued to penetrate. The pressure was building up inside him, the fact that he was making love to a brainwashed horse that used to be both of his wives was just adding an extra layer to all of this.

As he ejaculated his own load inside Strider he firmly grapsed the horse’s ass and let out a furious roar of enjoyment which the horse matched. He deposited quite a load in there and his ejeculations (as they usually did) lasted for at least a minute and a half. As he slowly but surely pulled out, Strider’s backside was leaking a gentle stream of cum. With a last affirmative slap on the horse’s ass, he gently put his dick back inside his pants.

“Sorry Girls, you only got a quick one tonight. But don’t worry, I’ll help you out a bit. He reached for the sex toys on the wall and pulled out a vibrator that was dark black and quite big for a human. For a horse…however… He activated the button and rammed it up Strider’s rear, his whole hand disappearing inside the horse for a moment before he retracted, leaving the thick vibrator stuck inside Strider.

“You two…or should I say, you one, enjoy yourself. I’ve got business to take care of.” And with that said, Markus looked back one more time with a smile before it quickly faded.

As he stepped into the elevator and hit the button, he sighed. “Tonight is going to be a long one.” The elevator closed with a ding, leaving behind one majestic, powerful stallion stuck in a day long masturbation session.