The gravel crunched beneath their feet as the couple dressed in their finest clothes approached the front door. Markus and Andrea Creneth gazed on at the mansion.
“So…” Andrea looked on, surprisingly insecure for her normal behaviour. “Did your father tell you why he wanted you to come over so suddenly.”
“It has been a long time I’ve heard him strike that tone. The one where there is no further discussion and you do what you have to do.”
“I see. You’ve never talked much about your youth. I assumed it was a sore subject. Your father seemed fair enough, if a bit uptight, the last few times. Is tonight going to be different?”
“Don’t know. I’m at least glad I don’t have to deal with the real Andrea right now.” He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek getting Andrea to blush. “I never plan on having her be herself in public any more, that makes the both of us much happier.”
“Figures.”
“So be on your best, Jeanne. I’ve got faith in you…plus, I’ll be at your side the whole time.”
An older man looked at them through the front door. A weathered face supported with a grey moustache and bald hair but a sharpness in his eyes. It would be hard to find a more stereotypical butler, but in truth the man was one of the few who held significant sway with his father. More than he did, in fact. 40 years of outstanding service. Even though on the surface it seemed like the divisions of power were quite simple with Nathaniel being a mere servant of Markus’s father, in between the lines..
Nathaniel Longfellow nodded and opened the front door. “Master Creneth Jr., welcome. It is good to see you again.”
“Nathaniel.” Markus returned the nod with Andrea at his side wrapped around her arm doing the same.
“So, why did my father summon me? What’s going on?”
“If Mr. Creneth did not tell you, he did not wish for you to know. Ask him yourself.” The comment was both dry and definitive as Nathaniel took their coats. “He and his guest are waiting for you in the guest room.”
“Guest?” Markus raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, Nathaniel.” They headed upstairs through the very well crafted stairway with a grim look on his face. Jeanne knew that look very well, the tension on his face just before every public appearance. This was before he would step into the situation ahead and seem fully relaxed. She snuck in another kiss. “It’s just your dad and a guest..should be fine.”
“Thank you, dear.”
Both of them entered the study.
There two people sitting there on opposite sides of the hearth.
To the right, sitting in a high end custom tailored suit was his father. A slightly thicker copy of Markus with grey hair and what Jeanne called “a perfect dad moustache”. Opposite him sat… a guy.
A guy
His super powerful no-nonsense father sat…a guy
Just…a random guy that seemed to have walked in from the street. Short blonde hair, roughly the same age of his dad with a big bald head. He wore a nondescript whtie t-shirt and jeans combo.
“Lord Voorst tot Voorst, this is my son, Markus and his wife, Andrea.”
“Lord?” Markus thought to himself. “This…guy, a lord? He’s dressed like a tourist!”
“This is Lord Rutger Voorst tot Voorst from Holland.”
“De netherlands, actually, but thank you.”
He spoke in an odd Scandinavian language which Markus assumed was Danish, the language of the Dutch people.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Markus.” Rutger rose to his feet and shook his hand. “And you too, miss Creneth.” He shook her hand then bowed slightly.
“I’ve been eager to meet you.”
Markus crossed eyes with his father. As always, his old man had this sharp, thinking look on his face. He could practically hear Dad saying his catchphrase to him. “Get it right.”
“Thank you, thank you. I’m always happy to meet and talk shop with my fathers business partners. This is about the Zandvoort purchase right? The underdeveloped lands not too far from Amsterdam with quite some promise.”
“Well yes, I’m here for that, but while I was here I also wanted to meet you and discuss….”
As Markus heard the words be spoken he gulped and had to use all his self restraint to not flinch and visibly panic. He did NOT under any condition hear these words spoken in a room with his father. Mentally, he cursed the real Andrea loudly. “I told her! I fucking told her!”
As the man continued speaking Markus could only smile externally and scream internally.
“Your horse Strider. The mysterious winner of the Golden Tree classic! I am a big horse enthusiast myself and I would love to see it in action once again. It is quite misterius why you never let it race again, or even put it up as a stud so its children can win future races!”
Markus had almost forgotten about it. He thought that they had gotten away with that glaring mistake and now, it came back to haunt him. It must have been over a year and a half ago…
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The sun was scorching today but all present were in summer clothes as they mingled amongst the entrance hall of the Golden Race Centre. Another grand meeting of America’s elites, and of course, Markus Creneth and his wife Andrea Creneth would be present. After all, Markus’s father owned the famous horse racing track and of course he had been expected to spend one day every year here mingling with others and watching the world famous Golden Tree Classic race.
Markus and Andrea were in a Creneth Corp. limousine, holding hands affectionately. Quite…out of character, one would say. They were dressed in a sort of high-end summer casual
“Okay, so, all you have to do is be yourself.’
“Be myself?” Andrea looked quite concerned and worried. “But.. I don’t think any of these people will want to talk to me.”
“First of all, you are currently my super attractive supermodel tier wife, Jeremy. The trophy wife of a billionaire heir. No one knows skinsuits even exist. You are, Andrea. Hopefully a better her than her in public. Since I can count on you not to drag me off for a quickie every hour while pissing off business contacts.”
“Okay, sure, sure. I’m not just scared, I’m already excited for my first horse race!”
Markus cleared his throat. “I mean, my third horse race.”
“People just call it the Golden Tree.”
“Golden Tree, right right.” Andrea nodded. “Besides, I will be at your side the entire time. Don’t split from me.”
“I don’t plan on it, I don’t plan on it.”
“And what I plan on doing is…well, if it gets too boring, we could always go for a quickie. I know of some back end rooms where no one will bother us.” He reached in for a quick kiss and his other hand groped her tit.
“Ah, you’re…turning me on pretty hard.”
“Yeah, that’s the point of me groping you, silly.”
“Right.” She blushed and giggled.
“Follow my lead. Remember, Jeremy, no one knows a thing. If you’re awkward…they only see my wife being awkward. To an anatomical level, functionally, you are Andrea.”
“Right, right. I got this. Smile and wave.”
“We are the second biggest star of this day, us together. Dad and Mom are number one, but a lot of attention will go to us too. Stick with me.”
“Okay, okay, okay, I got this.”
The limousine stopped, and they could both hear the door pulled open, and with hustle and bustle the crowds began.
It wasn’t quite the equivalent of entering at the Oscars, but as the two of them stepped out on the orange carpet leading to the main hall of the race track. A few high-end photographers were taking shots for the race report on certain TV channels tomorrow and a few camera’s swiveled their way.
Markus confidently strode out, escorting Andrea by hand and waved. Andrea followed his path, yet the smile on her face was far more nervous and far from relaxed.
“Afternoon, everyone.” They started to move forward when a camera turned and a reporter practically jutted a microphone in Markus’s face, and a TV camera turned to get both of them on screen.
“Mr Creneth.” The reporter had a quite excitable tone to him, which Markus figured was rather fake. “Welcome to this years’ Golden Tree Classic. This year, you’ve decided to have your own horse Strider participate in today’s race. Do you have high hopes for his performance?”
“Well, I have confidence in him, but this is a new thing. I’m just hoping for a strong showing today, and maybe in the future he can go further.”
“And what about you, Mrs. Creneth?” The camera turned, and put Andrea center stage.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s going to do great today.” Andrea blurted out.
“She?” The reporter asked with one eyebrow raised.
“He. he. Silly me.” She giggled nervously.
“Well, we’ve got to head out, there’s quite a few people to meet.” Markus practically dragged Andrea along.
“I’m sorry.” She said rather quietly.
“It’s alright, was a decent enough save. Considering the amount of media here…I’m starting to regret allowing her to do this.”
“We should visit her. She probably needs some attention.” As they entered the main hall, they did their duty of greeting the main guests and other billionaires who had gathered at this major yearly event.
They split off towards the stables away from the hustle and bustle when down the hall someone was standing there, blockading their path forward. A blonde woman in her early 20’s.
Her.
Markus was usually a charming fellow, but his jaw clenched.
“Oh fuck off, bitch.”
“What, so you can go sneak away to that room you use for quickies at The Golden Tree and fuck your bimbo trophy wife’s brains out?” Ellenore Greengras, Markus’s ex was standing there with her arms crossed.
“Pretty much. Now fuck off. Go find your own trophy husband to fuck you, you jealous bitch. Seriously, get over me. You, me, didn’t work out, now go.”
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“Nothing to say for yourself, bimbo?” Ellenore gave her a death glare to which Andrea basically froze in response.
As she left, there was one final glance back from Ellenore. The two exes meet eyes for a moment, and for that moment, the harshness was gone.
“Who…who the HELL was that?”
“My ex. El. Ellenore. Ignore her, she’s just…not over me yet. She will, she will.”
“Jesus. No wonder you didn’t tell me about her.”
“Yeah.” There was a somewhat sad undertone to Markus’s words. “Come on, the race is in two hours. And you know about her needs. She needs to be relieved every few hours or she goes even nuttier.”
“Yep.”
There were quite some people in the stables, but by design, Strider had been given an exclusive, closed stable for himself alone. His father upon hearing that he was going to enter a horse into the competition himself, immediately had this place constructed for his horse. It provided any luxury that a horse could need. The finest horse food, the cleanest mineral water. As Markus opened the door…he didn’t see Strider.
Instead, Strider lay deflated on the ground while Andrea, the real Andrea lay buck naked in the hay masturbating.
Markus pulled “Andrea” inside with him and shut the door.
“What the hell!” Markus hissed in outrage. “Are you nuts?”
“Hi, dear, Jeremy. I was bored, and there’s no masturbation machine in this stable so I can’t really get off as Strider, ya know.”
“This door wasn’t even locked! Anyone could’ve opened this door and then you would have started a giant scandal! Jesus!”
“Get into strider, now!” He barked.
“Yes dear.” Andrea retrieved her hand from her vagina and crawled over to the skinsuit of the majestic black horse, a true God of Horses…and with an equally giant horsecock, emptily hanging from the suit.
Andrea immediately reached for the horescock, beginning to lick it before plunging her head in. Like a boa constrictor snake devouring its play, a sudden and strange suction took hold of Andrea, dragging her into the cock that expanded into its normal form. From his crotch region, Strider came to life, arising into its full form which towered over Markus and Andrea.
Markus walked up to Strider and pulled his head to face him.
“When you are Strider in public, you do NOT leave the skinsuit. Understood? Not until we’re completely clear.”
“Yes dear.” Andrea’s voice spoke in his mind. First, it was submissive and then it turned back into Andrea’s more…upbeat, horny tones. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
“Andrea” rolled her eyes. She knew that tone well by now, and she knew Markus was never going to resist it. All his (justified) anger would cease and he would give into his throbbing dick. “Andrea” locked the door behind her as she bared her D cup breasts and stepped out of her clothing. Markus still had a frown on his face as he started to undress and pull out his dick. He began pumping it up while Strider nuzzled him. It was a bit awkward to kiss a horse affectionately yet they had done it before as Markus did his best to kiss and pet her.
Yet as his dick was free, he could hear Strider inhale sharply to get a good smell in before the horse pressed its lip against the cock and began giving Markus an intense blowjob. By specification, RnD had given Strider another upgrade to better suit its ability to pleasure any cock that it got into its mouth. Markus let his head fall back a bit as he panted. Even as a horse, Andrea’s well experienced technique shone through in getting Markus going strong now, the horse’s head moving back and forth to give him a deep and super intense blowjob.
Andrea meanwhile crawled under Strider on all fours, pressing her ass against his rock hard tip. Strider took a good step forward and slid his length into Andrea. She let out a deep moan of joy as her behind was split in half and the horsecock pierced her super elastic belly. Its movements were clearly visible from the inside as Jeanne did a flexible athletic pose, jutting her ass upward and sliding more of Strider’s length into her as was humanly possible.
Markus looked down at the scene and frowned for a moment..
“Andrea?”
“Yeah? Yes?” Two Andreas spoke, one in his mind and one for real.
“I meant, Jeremy. You know how much Strider produces when he cums. I can’t have you look literally bloated on television. You can give him a handjob and a bit of a suck but he can’t finish inside you.”
“Aww.” The real Andrea spoke. “I was looking forward to that, Jeremy has gotten better at receiving horse cock!”
“Jeremy, just slide out and give him a handjob.”
“Yes, Markus.” Andrea quickly lowered herself, feeling the mighty horsecock scrape past her inner walls with great joy until it plopped free. She got onto her knees sitting in front of the cock to start stimulating it by using both her hands to give it a hand job while at the same time letting her tongue press against Strider’s urethra to swallow its pre-cum. She continued to rub until the voice of the real Andrea spoke in her mind.
“While I like it, I’d prefer if you’d fuck my horse ass instead, Jeremy.”
Andrea looked a tad bit lost before shrugging. She got up from her crouching position and began rubbing herself roughly. Then she reached into her vagina with her whole hand, rummaged around and pulled out an impressive set of dick and balls.
Andrea’s voice once again emerged in the back of both their heads. Now she sounded giddy to a degree that made her sound somewhat childish.
“IIII recognize that dick!”
Indeed, hanging from fake Andrea’s crotch was a perfect recreation of Markus’s throbbing dick.
“Markus told me to bring it just in case.”
“Because I know you’re happier with two dicks in you, dear.”
“Thank you! Now come on, ME! Stick it in! Let’s go already!”
“Okay, okay!” Andrea pulled up a footstool that helped elevate her dick to the height of Strider’s anus after which she slid her whole length into it. Striders ass was tight and ribbed just for Markus’s dick size so everytime it happened it was an amazing fuck. Andrea reached under to fondle Striders balls while at the same time pounding his anus with her full, sticky length.
In the back of his mind, Jereny noted with some amusement that sex with a horse, an insane act, had become rather mundane for him. Mundane, but enjoyable nonetheless.
Who was he kidding, this was great! Being a big bimbo with a bigger dick was amazing! The kind of feeling that quite frankly he never even dreamt of. Yet here, or rather, she was, ramming her rod into the ass of a majestic racing horse who’s form she had stolen.
“This is great!” Andrea was full on blushing as it seemed like Strider tightened his sphincter somewhat for an even tighter fuck.
“Too tight, ah, ah God.”
Andrea’s jaw dropped as she pressed herself fully against Striders ass, depositing her load with a lot of girlish moans. Strider himself shuddered as the exact same moans emerged in both of their minds as Strider’s cock twitched strongly before starting to splatter cum on the ground.
“Damn, you girls have no staminA! Whoa!” Strider’s blowjob turned into what could best be described as a one horse dick assault until Markus came, depositing a ton of semen in Strider’s mouth who diligently swallowed all of it. Markus was lost for a moment as his horse continued the blowjob long past his ejaculation petering out.
“Allright, let go, girl, let go.”
Markus pulled his dick out of the horse’s mouth and began getting dressed once again. Andrea meanwhile, retracted her dick back inside her once again. As the two of them were working on that, Strider turned around to face the massive cum puddle he had created a few minutes ago and began cleaning it up with his tongue.
“At least you clean up after yourself.”
“I love cleaning! Cum!” Andrea spoke mentally to them as Strider was diligently clearing the stable floor.
“Andrea.” Markus spoke, and both the horse and his fake wife looked up.
“I mean Strider.”
“I’m starting to seriously regret letting you participate.”
“Oh come on, you can’t pull the rug from under me now Markus!”
“Well, first, there is basically no way you’re going to lose if you want to. Strider is the strongest horse in existence, and that’s because you’re not real. No horse can ever be as good as you, or as smart as you.”
Markus reached down under Strider’s chin and pulled him to eye height.
“You can’t win today, Andrea.”
“Why not?”
“The attention you’ll get will be insane. You, Strider, will be famous. Now if you say put in 4th place or something, it will be a fine performance and I can come up with some reason to retire Strider.”
“Oh come on!”
“This is NOT a debate. It is an order. You DO NOT win. Understood?”
“Yes dear.”
“Good. And you’re staying in there until I let you out.”
“Oooh, kinkey, I like it dear!”
“Keep to it.” Markus delivered a small and sweet kiss on Strider’s noise who responded by licking him.
“And before I go…keep out of the top three as well. Just play it safe. Do. You. Understand. Dear?”
“Yes dear.”
“Good. After we wrap up here I’ll have Strider be brought away, we do a bit of a swap, and you can be my dick for the rest of the day.”
“Great. See you soon then. After the race.”
Markus closed the stable door behind him, and the illusion of husband, wife, and race horse was complete once again.
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For some reason horse racing didn’t do private sky boxes. The Golden Tree was one of these races steeped in rituals. For instance, all the seats were the exact same simple design from over a hundred years ago. In the very middle of the stands was one row of seats coated in gold. This was for the patron of the race, Markus’s father.
Reinhard Creneth.
As for his German name, he was named after a good friend of his father Bernhard, who himself was an immigrant from Germany after the War. Creneth itself was an anglicization of the original German Krenett.
This also explains why it is in fact MarKus, not MarCus.
He was sitting there next to his wife, Maria Creneth. While the brunette was opulently dressed in a custom made blue dress it was quite a surprise to see that the billionaire’s wife was a rather plain woman. Yet it also made sense. She used to be but one of the many employees in the Creneth household, yet due to circumstance she came to be Reinhard’s lover and wife.
Reinhard at that point could have had his pick of any woman in the world, being the billionaire heir to an already great fortune. But in the end he fell not for her features, but for her heart.
Mama, as Markus still insisted upon calling her, was by far the sweetest woman he had ever met. Patrially, he figured that that was also because of the contrast with his stern, yet fair father.
And next to her sat her daughter. Markus’ older sister, Viktoria Creneth. Like her other family members, while she was opulently dressed it was clear that her looks were rather plain like the rest of her family. But she had inherited Grandpa Bernie’s bright blue eyes and her father’s “resting judgement face”. Markus was quite a lot more expressive and outgoing than her.
The two siblings were of very same speeds but it was clear that they were quite close nonetheless.
Victoria was the one actually getting the Creneth name out there. Not for the reasons why you might have heard of certain female heiresses, but on her own merits. Ever since she was young she had been much more into the art of movies then Markus.
What to Markus was a fun action flick was to Victoria a deep composed story with beats and lulls about a man seeking revenge for a life changing traumatic event. Victoria Creneth had rolled into a Hollywood life (easy when your self funded) , and had directed three movies already. Both of them were of decent financial success, more than doubling their budgets. But they were extremely well received amongst critics and she was one of the hottest new directors in town.
At some parties, Markus got asked if he was the brother of Victoria when he introduced himself.
“Markie!” As always his mother got up to hug him affectionately, and did the exact same for Andrea too. Father and son shook hands, and brother and sister gave each other a short fistbump.
Andrea awkwardly and quietly gave each of them a nod as she sat down next to Markus, grabbing his hand a bit tight. Markus leaned over and whispered something in her ear
“It’s okay to be nervous.it will be fine.”
With a cheeky smile he asked his sister “How’s the next flick coming along, Vicki?”
“For the last time, I direct films, not “flicks”. I’m thinking of including a character in my next film. A brown haired idiot that doesnt know a single proper movie term. He dies by a filing cabinet crushing his head.“
“Thanks. It’s good seeing you again.”
“You too, Markus. It’s been a while.”
“Been busy with the job…and at home Andrea keeps me busy.” He winked at her and his sister did a mock “yuck” pose.
“If I wanted to hear about that I’d put on the discovery channel instead.”
Reinhard cleared his throat and the two siblings went silent. “Do you two always have to be like that in public?”
“Ah, Rini, let them be. You know they don’t mean it.”
“Still, it’s not right to have such discussions in public. People are listening.”
“So, Andrea, how have you been?”
“Oh, me?” She pointed to herself, very surprised. “I’m great! Life’s great! This horse race is great! Great!”
Both Viktoria and Reinhard bore identical questioning, stupefied, yet intense stares at Andrea.
“Tee hee.” It was by far, the fakest laugh any of them had ever heard. Markus froze. Oh God, he’s bombing hard.
“Right! So, Viktoria, do you think Strider is going to win today?” Markus began to point towards the racing stalls where soon the horses would be arriving. The crowd was settling into place, and the moment of the race soon approached.
“I mean, you seem confident about it. But no horse is going to win their first race, that’s just bad writing.”
“Life isn’t a movie.”
“Yet the camera’s are right there.”
“Well, I’ve got high hopes for Strider but I don’t think he’s going to win. But let’s hope for a strong performance.”
“I’m sure he’ll do great. I’ve seen pictures of him, he looks so muscular!” Ever the sweetest, his mother patted him on the shoulder in a sign of affection.
“Thanks, mom.”
By now, the horses and their jockeys were led to the starting position and Markus could feel the tension rising. Mentally, he cursed himself for this foolishness. At least 10 different TV cameras pointed at the race…and a million people or more were watching at home.
It was all out of his hands now. What if the skinsuit suddenly failed, and the live cameras would see his horse split in two and his naked wife fall out? What if…she won and Strider would be at the centre of attention? What if…what if….
“You okay, Markus?” Viktoria poked him. “You look horrified. You’ve trained your horse before you signed him up right.”
“Yeah, of course.” Strider easily broke all records when they timed him. Because he wasn’t a real horse, he was designed as a skinsuit with incredible advantages over real horses.
On their test tracks, Strider easily broke world records, not to mention local ones. After all, he wasn’t a real horse. As an engineered fabrication in the form of a horse, Strider reaped the benefits of Markus’ idle penchant for demanding perfection in the products he commissioned from the lab. Having intended Strider for other purposes
God, this was stupid. Markus cursed himself again. Why did he let her talk him into this at all?
Jeanne noticed the tension and grabbed hold of his hand.
“It will be okay, Markus. Just relax.”
The peppy announcements began. Over the discussion of the crowd around them an announcer began calling up the horses, their jockeys and their owner. Every time, the crowd applauded.
“And in box six, a newcomer, Strider, ridden by Iliya Morbaren. A new participant owned by Markus Creneth, son of our patron, Reinhard Creneth.”
An even wider round of applause then before went up and Markus spotted a camera swiveling to face him. Immediately he wiped the worry from his face and put up a confident smile as he grasped Andrea’s hand a bit too tightly.
The list of names went on, droning in the back of Markus’ head. Then…it got quiet.
Very quiet.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
The ceremonial gunshot rang up and the horse race commenced as the audience started cheering on the horses. All fifteen participants dashed forward to phenomenal applause and excitement.
“Here we go.” Markus leaned back in his chair, the tension on his face palpable.
———-
Strider was bored. He stood around in his stall. His cock seemed super bloated and thick and front the tip hung the head of Andrea, coated with cum. Markus couldn’t get mad at her because she had not left the skinsuit.
Yet, she suddenly heard someone approach and the creaking of the opening of the door belonging to Strider’s private stable. Immediately Andrea activated the suck and within a second or two Strider’s cock swallowed and devoured her whole life suddenly returning to the horse’s face.
“Hi there, winner. Are you ready for the race today?” A team of three hired hands began tending to Strider, getting him all ready for the race. Andrea, ever the impatient one merely retreated into the back of her mind filled with nothing but naughty thoughts about her, Markus and Jeanne getting into an orgy.
“Whoa, look at that, he’s been busy on his own. Didn’t know horses could masturbate!”
“Mmhm…” Andrea spoke, unconsciously broadcasting to all three of their minds. They looked around in confusion. “What? Anyone there?”
After a moment of silence they continued and finished their duties, one of them taking Strider by the lead to the outside of the barn where his rider awaited. A smaller man as all jockeys were in a strange orange and white outfit, with the name Creneth on the front of his shirt in big white letters.
He mounted Strider and slowly rode him to the starting spot. Andrea just followed his gentle steering as if she was subservient to him . Internally she was just waiting this out till the good time came. Shed never participated in a horse race before and it was new and exciting to her. Strider was led into a box at the start of the race, his jockey brandishing a thick riding crop.
“Allright boy. Its real easy to win.” The jockey affectionately touched Strider’s ear. “Just run faster than the rest.”
Strider nodded. The excited cheers from the audience suddenly grew faint.
“Here we go, Strider. When that countdown goes, I want you to run as hard as you can.”
“This is going to be easy.”
With the sound of a gunshot the doors were slammed open and Andrea/Strider began to accelerate forward. The jockey on top was shouting “Hiyaa, Hiyaa!” multiple times as he cracked the whip.
From the stands Markus could do naught but watch. Yet as his eyes followed Strider he was relieved to find him in the middle of the pack heading into the first corner. The crowd was jubilant and cheerful and several people were shouting names at the horses as if that would change the outcome of the race. Markus gripped Andrea’s arm and squeezed it hard.
“Are you okay Markus?” Victoria asked.
“Tension, I just…you know.”
“It’s just Strider’s first race. He’s doing fine so far in the middle there. Pretty good for a first timer.”
“Mmmgm, yeah. It’ll be fine…it’ll be fine.”
As the stampede of horses headed into the corner Andrea looked beside her to see horses taking a much tighter corner then her, and Strider was on the side not being able to squeeze in. One long stretch ahead, one more turn and then they would head for the finish. Yet now, Strider had slipped in last place behind the other 14 competitors. The whipping increased yet Strider kept his current pace
As the announcer went over the current standing of horses and finishing with “and in last place the new participant who doesn’t seem up to the challenge Strider!”
Strider’s eyes narrowed and glanced at the commentators’ stand.
“Oh fuck you you motherfucker.”
And by magic, Strider started accelerating once again to an insane degree. the front of the pack was heading into the last corner thus preventing Strider from taking the short side of the corner. But Strider makes a serious headway into catching up with the rest of the pack while taking the outside corner.
“AND SUDDENLY STRIDER GOES FOR IT NOW ONCE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACK!” The announcer was screaming at the top of his lungs as Strider kept pushing forward as they approached the final stretch.
And there, with incredible speed that had never been seen before and will never have been seen since, Strider easily overtook the front runner and crossed the finish line with two seconds lead on the others.
Markus had never quite experienced a feeling like this. It was akin to seeing the world in slow motion as the massive announcement screens flashed the name STRIDER in black. Several confetti bombs exploded spreading little bits of white and gold confetti over the stands.
He sat there on his chair, frozen in place with a look of abject horror and shock on his face as a giant wave of cheers exploded around him.
“Oh fuck.” He muttered slowly before his mother and sister practically tackled him into a group hug. Awkwardly Andrea joined them while Markus feigned a smile.
“You did it! Amazing! That was amazing!” His mother smothered him in a hyper excited hug. As the hugging broke up, his father smiled and shook his hand with a firm grip.
“That is one incredible horse indeed Markus. Im proud of you, you’ve done extremely well!”
“Thanks Dad!” Markus didnt often get such positive commentary from his father and thus relished it. For a moment he had forgotten that Strider wasn’t real and in fact his horny wife in a skinsuit.
“Come on, let’s go down and meet your horse!” Victoria was excited and led the charge down. On the ground floor Strider was surrounded by people as the jockey got off and was handed a bouquet of flowers.
Markus looked to the right and saw cameras being set up. This amazing performance was going to be a media sensation now, and Strider was in the centre of all the attention.
Markus continued to smile and celebrate in an insincere way as the media circus arrived. He shook hands, talked up his horse to appease the interviewers, and spent the rest of the day desperately trying to ignore the fact that Strider wasn’t real.
By the time the day ended, Markus was exhausted by keeping up appearances. From being somewhat in the attention of the visitors (as he usually was being the billionaire heir of decent fame) but now he was at the very centre. The mysterious, super performance of his horse winning this highly renowned race got a lot of people heading his way asking for tips and the secret behind Strider. Which, some of them thought that Strider was in fact under some sort of substance abuse.
Due to the attention, Markus had arranged for Strider to be brought away from all the greedy eyes. He had Kathy come pick up Strider while Markus paid his horse a visit. There was no time for yelling ,as Markus quickly got his wife out of the horse skinsuit and into a dick suit so he could carry her around. He wanted to yell her ear off but wasn’t sure how much actual privacy he had. With his wife stored into his pants, Markus waved off the empty horse transport which headed straight home.
Not on the first turn after leaving the horse carriage, he got an erection. He looked around and realized that he wasn’t actually alone.
“Down. Now.” He thought to himself and Andrea immediately wanted to be flaccid. “And stay down. This is not a pleasure ride, you fucked up.
“M-
“Shut up. Stay still, and stay quiet until we get home.”
Markus rejoined Andrea at the bar who seemed to be doing a little bit better.
“I got her, Strider’s on his way back home.”
“Ah, great. So…when do you want to leave?”
“Let’s wrap up and go home as well. I’ll say goodbye to my family and bow out.”
The ride home was uneventful, outside of Markus silently draining half the built in fridge of sugary drinks. Andrea, fake Andrea, sat at his side, not wanting to piss off Markus any further and incite him. But she could tell just how pissed he was. When they finally got home and into the privacy of their own bedroom, Markus started screaming and yelling, swearing at Andrea’s name for only a few seconds before calming down.
“Okay. I have…I have a plan. It will take some time, but this will all be put behind us.”
“Okay, that’s good.”
“You know, Andrea, I’m not that mad at you any more. I’m more mad at myself because I should’ve known better.”
“I’m sorry, dear…”
Markus sighed. “Jeremy, do you mind giving the real Andrea a blowjob before we head to bed. Got to empty her load before she wakes me up all wet in the morning.” The mere mention and a few beginning erotic thoughts in Markus’s head
“No…I don’t want Markus, I’d rather just get some rest then that.”
Markus nodded. “Head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I’m sorry for…today.”
“You’re forgiven. We just need to give you more practice time as Andrea in public. Head off to your room, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sleep tight, Markus.”
“Same to you, Jeremy.”
Andrea left, leaving Markus standing alone there stocking his rock hard leaking erection. A thought came to mind and he wondered if it would work. WIth an active mind, he focussed on expelling Andrea. His balls began shivering and shaking as they suddenly increased in size with something shaking within. The bulge increased more and more until it went down his shaft forward to his tip. It was quite frankly, beyonce intense for Markus as his wife suddenly emerged from his ginormous cock and stumbled on the ground, coated in cum.
“Aww, I wasn’t done yet being your dick. Why’d you do that?”
Markus pointed at his rapidly shrinking dick that returned to normal once again, yet still hard.
Andrea smiled, and without skipping a beat wrapped her lips around Markus’ meat.
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That was how that day ended. And due to his efforts, he reckoned, nothing ever would come of it again. Strider became a historical anomaly, and he made up some junk about Strider being very sad after the race in justifying his immediate and effective retirement. And that was it. He’d never have to hear about Strider again after a few months. Until today.
“So, I would love to see your horse in action, and wanted to rekwest if I could do so to morrow.”
“Yeah, sure! Absolutely!” Markus wanted to rebuff this man, but his fathers’ glare made it absolutely clear that no wasn’t an option.
“Very well then, we shall arrive at your mansion tomorrow at 10 for a tour of the stables and its surroundings. Good seeing you again, Markus, but there are other things we need to discuss.” Reinhard stood up and shook hands with Markus, who quickly afterwards left, not even saying goodbye to Nathaniel who held open the door for him and his wife.
Markus stepped into the back of the limo and barked “Straight home, please.” to the driver. He reached into the mini fridge, yanked open a cola can and chugged it in one go. He crushed the can and shoved it in the dust bin.
“Okay….okay…I need to start making some calls. We have work to do before they arrive tomorrow. Lots of work…”
He pulled up his phone and hit one of his most used contacts. Kathy, the representative for all of his Research and Development division.
“Kathy. This is Markus. I know it’s late at night, but call up everyone that is read into the RnD and have them report to my mansion. They’re going to get paid for emergency work. Get to it, right now. Call literally everyone, and get them there, now.”
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