This choice: Pulls his hand back, doesn't notice you still • Go Back...Chapter #7Pulls his hand back, doesn't notice you still by: AlcaPoco   You stop squirming for fear that he will find you. He continues to walk for about an hour, grinding you back and forth between his huge cheeks and slowly pulling you deeper. Eventually you heard the jingle of keys and a door opening and closing. Before the mustang walked quickly somewhere and the shuffling of clothes was heard. Suddenly the cheeks loosened tremendously causing you to suddenly freefall and land on a soft surface. Squinting due to the light, you see the tremendous ass of the horse hover briefly over you before he stood up straight, tightening up his butt again. You stare in awe at the Equine again as he had taken off all his clothes again to take a shower, or you assumed. Suddenly the Mustang turned around, and you shut your eyes and crouched down fearing he'll finally find you. After a few seconds of no sound or movement, you peek open one eye to see him standing over you with a phone in his hand, texting away. You stare, dumbfounded, at the frontside of this Beast as it is the fist good look you've gotten of it. His pecs are huge with deep cleavage, and his midsection was thick with a defined six pack underneath his very short coat. His junk caught you off guard as he had an enormous sheath that aimmed upwards at a 45 degree angle. Beneath this was a pair of monstrous balls that dwarfed your form as they hovered above you. You observation is broken as the Stallion suddenly tosses his phone past you and turned before walking out of the room. Without hesitating you bolted forward towards where the stallion had stood only to realize there was no way down from where you were, at least from this side. Obviously you were on his bed, so you began to walk for the otherside, when footsteps could be heard at the doorway. Turning you see the stallion looking quizzically around the room.
"Where did I put my...oh there it is!" The stallion says as he begins to walk towards your position, still nude. Turning again you see his phone near the farside of the bed, but alligned with you as well. Before you can move, the stallion bends over and begins to drag himself across the bed to reach the phone, you watch as his head and pecs pass over you, when his six pack begins to pass over you hear a sliding sound behind you and turn to see his sheath was grinding across the bed and coming directly at you. All you could do was turn and begin forward in a run before something soft hits you from behind, as soon as you were scooped up the stallion reached his phone he sat up on his knees while still on the bed. You shook your head and tried to get your bearings as you were looking up the Mustangs stomach. You couldn't move and spin looking down you gasped. Most of your body was in his sheath slit, with only your shoulders and head free. The inside of the sheath felt really soft however and you were pretty comfortable, but that didn't mean much as you were in a frickin anthropomorphic horses sheath!! You wiggled your legs and didn't feel his dick, so it must be deep inside than your current body length.
"Tyson you fucking moron... I told you she was trash..." The horse said above as he began to slip off the bed and walk out of the room again, taking you with him unknowingly. "I'm home I don't need to get dressed..." The horse states as he walks into the living room of his house and sits down on the couch, still looking at his phone. His sheath wobbles a bit as he moves his hips back and forth to get comfy. Your position doesn't give you much of a view besides a turned off tv straight ahead and thick thighs on either side of you. The mustang continues to text for fifteen more minutes before he finally puts the phone on his right thigh and he flips on the tv. While all this is going on you...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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