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George loved horses. All his life he had a desire to be around the mammal. Because of his strict home life as a child, he was never allowed to experience being in the presence of an equus caballus.
After the continuous bullying from his very own parents, George decided today would be the day he'd run away from home.
George grabbed his bags, stuffed with naughty surprises such as 20 in dildos (the max he could handle), lingerie, and some water. He was hoping to scout out a sexy lover during his breakdown. No more pain, no more abuse, just intercourse. George loved being in control, the thought of bestiality often flew through his mind and quickly to his cock. He had no idea that tonight would be the best, yet the last night of his pathetic life.
The tall twink is currently fifty miles deep into a horrific forest. The trees look like demonic creatures, every so often George finds himself in a startling situation when his eyes decide to play games with him. The thought of finding another lonesome man brought shivers down his body and left him feeling hopelessly horny.
The foggy four am weather made him wish he had brought a blanket. What he wanted most of all was the presence of another being. That's when he saw it. the beast he'd been subconsciously praying for. He looked to be about 6'3 and a quarter. (George was very good with numbers) His hooves shined brightly in the moonlight. George was mesmerized. never in his life had he seen something so beautiful. His insecure fantasies of bestiality arose and George thought to himself no one will ever know if I just...
GeorgeNotFound stood still as the ferocious, determined figure bolted his way. Before he knew it, he was being pinned down by the sexy hooves and he got a good look at the creature. Half-human, half horse. everything George yearned for. The top half was overtaken by a gorgeous man with paper-thin lips that ached to be kissed by none other than George himself. The bottom half exposed an erect horse cock.
"What the...fuck" George hesitated before speaking again, "What are you?" he moaned out, realizing that one of the back hooves was stroking his manhood through his grey sweatpants, which were now stained a dark grey from the fading piss stains hours prior.
The horse moaned a reply through gritted teeth, "you have an intriguing smell on you, boy.." He winked with his emerald green eyes.
George's face flushed a dark crimson red. The horse smirked, understanding the effect he had on the male underneath him. "W-whats your name, sir" he wanted to know the name he'd be moaning as cum shot out of his cock.
"My name? Clayton H***. However, you will be calling me senpai tonight, darling."
George winced at the hooves digging in his arms and taking him over.
"Are you okay, Gogy?"
Georges eyes shot open, "h-how do you know my name, senpai?" He flinched in horror.
"I own this forest. I know everyone who comes in.. and out. I've been watching you for hours. The way you conduct songs about your childhood off the top of your head amazes me. You truly are a talented soul, George Henery Davidson. Though your childhood is quite sad, I think I hold the antidote. I'll happily share it with you, as long as you fulfill my needs."
This was a lot to process. Who would have thought George would get THIS lucky? He fully submitted to his new owner, allowing all the tension to slip away. Clay knew it was time.
His senpai removed one of his hooves from Georges body to replace the elders' shirt with nothing. He drooled at the pale skin that would soon be purple. Georgies' senpai bent down and tugged on the shy boys' nipple piercings, which he had done himself during the past hour of aimlessly walking the forest.
The pain sent shivers down his spine, he loved it. Thank god George finally has something else to entertain himself with besides the many piercings he has dangerously given himself beforehand.
"Don't tease~!" George growled. "I need you now."
Clay manically cackled in the others face. "You look pathetic, begging for me like a puppy."
This reaction caused Goerge to crack a smile. "What is there to laugh about, queer?"
His horse cock twitched at the usage of the slur. "Wow, baby. You certainly are feisty. I've never met someone like you. In fact, I would never imagine myself in this current position."
George placed a kiss on his pretty pink lips. It tasted like another equus caballus. George considered asking him about it later. now was not an appropriate time. perhaps, there would never be an appropriate time. That did not matter now because his thoughts were corrupted by the pain of the horse cock entering his asshole.
Geoge had experimented with big dildos before, but none matched the size of this horseman.
He experienced the regret of not prepping for what he wished for. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. They threatened to ascend as Clay pushed deeper, bottoming out. George let out a magical moan that sounded like music to Clay's horse like ears.
However, the bliss was cut short as the horse screeched in pain, pulling out of George with force, and leaving him empty once again.
A hoove was brought up to his broad chest as he jumped about, not even thinking that George was underneath him. "M-my chest!" they both cried.
The weight of the hooves continuously pouncing on GeorgeNotFound's heart ended his life. Clay didn't even notice. He was dealing with his own problem. His mouth foaming, heart burning, and chest aching. This had to be a heart attack. All of a sudden, things went silent. The pleasurable moans turned to horrific shouts for help. Neither of them had the opportunity to say goodbye. George died accepting that he never got to fulfill the hungry twink of his needs. Clay died after years of being trapped in some sort of nightmarish body. YES!