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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
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Expecting some pain, Jen braced herself for the change. Jen instead felt a pleasant heat radiating from…her face? No, her mouth!

She brought an elephant cock around to look at her face. Jen watched dumbfounded. Shrinking in front of her very eyes, her lips drew together and nearly sealed over before suddenly stretching vertically. It settled into a familiar shape – the teardrop shape of a horse vagina, complete with clit on the bottom.

Her mouth turned into a horse cunt! And, as if by some cruel joke, the white stripe that ran down her equine face changed to resemble a cock and balls like the ones she’d seen scribbled on bathroom walls. It pointed toward the vertical slit as if to say, “Insert penis here.”

Teeth receding into softening flesh, her pussymouth grew tight around her tongue as it completed its change. She recoiled as the flavor of her new face cunt hit her. Sticking her horse tongue out, it parted the labia obscenely. “Great, not only do I taste cock all the time, I’m also literally eating myself out 24/7,” she thought.

It didn’t end there, however. She felt suddenly restless, flustered over…over SOMETHING. It was only when the vulva on her face grew puffy and warm liquid dripped down her chin that she realized why. She absorbed not just the mare. She also absorbed the mare’s heat! Worse, all its sexual energy was concentrated in her mouth, and Jen had been inhaling the feminine estrus through her nose.

Jen groaned. She remembered how her body reacted to its own pheromones. The stallion parts of her mind stirred, sensing a fertile female nearby in need of fucking. Her cocks rose to full erection, throbbing and growing slick with precum. The taste and smell of it caught on her snake tongues and momentarily overwhelmed her senses. The mare parts of her mind reacted in kind, sensing virile males to be fucked by. Her rear horse pussy grew wet with anticipation and her cuntmouth drooled profusely. It was a never-ending cycle.

The morning air around her became tainted with the smell of horse cum. The precum from just one of her cocks was at least as potent as an average horse’s semen, and she had five of them. She would reek of horse cum and always taste it no matter where she was.

Jen sighed. This was probably her new normal. She had just begun to enjoy the feeling of being clean too. Perhaps a shower of horse cum would do her good.

What the-? Jen shook her head, catching herself and holding back the intrusive thought. Her new mouth was playing with her mind, her brain swimming in a flood of sex hormones. The mare that composed her mouth hungered for horsecock, and now so did Jen. Images of horsecock and the intense need to swallow horsecock flittered through her mind. The constant barrage twisted her thoughts and obscured her ability to think clearly. For however long this horse’s heat was going to last, she was going to need to keep herself in check.

Making a series of sounds, Jen was relieved to find she could still talk. Her voice was as human and girly as always. That is, whenever she wasn’t making horse or cow noises. The movement of unfamiliar muscles and the vibrations of her voice on her mouth felt strange, pleasurable even.

“Jen, honey, did you say something?” asked her mom, catching Jen off-guard.

Fumbling for an excuse, she said the first thing that came to mind. “Umm, I just need suck a good horse penis.”

Her eyes widened. That wasn’t AT ALL what she meant to say! “I-I mean, I was just clearing my throat!” A horse penis did sound good, however.

“Oh sweetey, it must be that time of month again. There’s no need to hide it.” Jen’s mother cooed.

“I’ve got just the thing!” her father interjected. “I think it’s time for you to blow out the candles!”

“Umm, I thought I did that already?” She looked to where the birthday cake was, but there was no trace of it. Reality must have shifted again. “Where’s the cake?”

“What are you talking about, silly? Your cake is waiting for you inside,” he said with an implying tone.

They stepped back inside the barn. Jen observed how this too had changed.

For one, it was larger, and her hooves reverberated off the floor which was now a polished concrete. Many of the same things were still there, just rearranged, making way for a new walled off addition that caught her attention. At the moment it was closed.

They headed toward the door. “I had to pull a few favors to bring only the best today,” her father said, pushing it open. “Happy Birthday, Jenny.”

Inside, holes lined the wall at mouth level. Through them were the half-hard cocks and balls of horses.

“They took some extra restraining, but aren’t these just the best darndest candles you’ve ever seen? They’re the biggest, finest stallions in a hundred miles. When they really get going, they’re just over two feet long – perfect for your mouth! How can that be you ask? Well, they’re your offspring! Only our fine daughter could father such fine beasts, and it’s only fair that they show their dad some love, right?” Her dad continued to talk, placing his beloved daughter on a pedestal and getting caught up in his own monologue.

Jen however had stopped listening the second the door opened. She was enraptured by what she saw.
Her rational mind never stood a chance; it crumbled before the sight of Providence itself. It was as though the pearly gates themselves lay open before her. She took a step forward, trembling as though trespasser to sacred ground.

She approached the closest horse penis. Black and mottled with pink, the horse’s member flared into a beautiful broad shape. It was the most glorious thing she’d ever seen. Yes, she had three of her own just like it. They were the best, but this was also the best, like all horsecocks were.

Jen traced a finger along the half-flaccid length. This wouldn’t do. She’d have to nurture it. She held it with a hand, placing several kisses along the horsecock with her mouth cunt until she reached the dark skin of the horse’s testicles, which she promptly covered with her saliva. The rough, warm textures were like forbidden fruit, the intoxicating scents like heavenly ambrosia. She couldn’t stop herself from paying the ballsack a few more tributes with her tongue before letting go.

The heavy shaft slapped her in the face, splattering it with precum. She wiped it off, not to clean her face but to bring it up to her lips. She licked the precum off her hand, savoring every drop of the nectar. At the same time, she teased the cock with four hands, coaxing it with ritual tenderness. Her remaining free hand cupped the horse’s balls. The cantaloupe-sized orbs filled her palms as she alternated between them.

Next, she closed her eyes, and nuzzled the cock with her face. She let it slide up her muzzle and rejoiced in the hardening flesh against her face.

Finally, Jen bowed her head in prayer. The horsecock lay along the bridge of her face and the tip rested upon her forehead. With each intensifying throb, she could feel its warmth radiate into her very being. Warm precum covered her face in copious amounts. Satisfied with her purification, Jen lowered herself slightly, breaking contact.

Then Jen opened her eyes, and she was filled with awe.

She could not begin to express what she saw, for what she saw was God Himself.

He towered before her, mere inches above her face. The pillar of cock’s presence subsumed her own. In Him she saw the universe, the meaning of life itself. She was so small, so insignificant. How could she begin to compare to His magnificence? She was not worthy. And yet He had shown Himself to her, basking her in His divine erectness. He offered His wisdom to her now. She only need drink of Him.

Hand shaking, she grasped the base of the horsecock, and guided its tip into her mouth. The cock bulged under her skin as her wet feminine lips parted around its broad head.

A part of her wanted to simply impale herself on her Lord, He was so irresistible, so marvelous. But that would be blasphemy. She could not cum before He did. Her Lord demanded respect. He commanded it. And so, God willing, she gave it, moving her head forward slowly, carefully as to not to make herself cum.

The medial ring passed her lips. The sensitivities of mouth and pussy combined such that she could intimately feel every groove and texture of every inch of the cock. She wanted this to continue forever. But before long she reached the end, her labia meeting sheath and ballsack, horsecock hitting the back of her throat. A perfect fit.

She had taken Him fully into herself. Now she was free to please her God as she wished.

Jen began to move her head back and forth down upon its length. Faster and faster, she swallowed the horsecock repeatedly. But this wasn’t enough. She needed more speed, more power.

Jen placed her hands against the wall. She found handles built into it that she hadn’t noticed before. There were six of them, one for each of her hands.

She grabbed onto them, never slowing her sucking and licking as she did so. Then, gripping all six handles tightly, she pushed and pulled with her arms in zealous fervor, pounding her horse face on the horsecock over and over with tremendous force. Her face was nothing more than a sleeve, her mouth no more than a receptacle for the almighty horse penis to bless with his holy horse semen.

Deliverance was close.

She shoved her face forward one final time, face buried to the hilt. Her feminine lips met the dark skin of the horse’s balls, and she felt them suddenly shift. The cock reverberated through the entire length of her pussymouth, pulsing and throbbing, before pure white seed came pouring down her throat.

Jen met the horse’s orgasm with her own as her face cunt contracted, twitching and spasming wildly around the horsecock that filled it completely. And through it all, Jen gripped the handles with herculean strength, keeping her face pressed up against the horse’s churning balls even as the pressure threatened to separate them.

Again and again the horse came into her mouth, pumping her stomach full of horse cum. Jen didn’t even have to struggle swallowing. The equine cunt that was her mouth was made for this. No, Jen was made for this. She was made to suck horsecock, and to drink of horse semen. Nothing had ever tasted this good. Nothing on this plane of existence was or would ever be as good. Only more horse semen would suffice.

Eventually, the orgasms subsided. The horsecock grew soft, and Jen pulled back to let it slide out of her mouth.

Yet she immediately cupped her hands together, collecting what little emerging semen remained to pool into her hands. However, even this amount seemed a great deal by the time the flow stopped. Head pointed upward, she raised her hands up, and poured the leftover horse semen into her willing, gaping mouthcunt.

The first holy fountain finished, Jen turned to look at the others. She looked as though possessed, already hungry for more cum.

There were so many more to go, awaiting homage from their anointed priestess.

Jennifer Smith was nothing less than willing to oblige.

*Jen is faithful

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Priestess of the White
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By the time she was finished, the sun dipped past the horizon.

Jen was truly happy. She sat on the ground, her stomachs bloated with the semen of countless horses. Her faith had been rewarded. This was her reason to live. No one else but her could worship the God of horse penises like she could. This was a pantheon of horsecocks and she had become its guardian. She was lucky to be so blessed. Jen relaxed in the afterglow.

However, as her sexual high began to recede, her rationality increasingly returned to her. She felt her face grow hot as the reality of what happened dawned on her.

Oh my god, what was I doing!? I’m such a cocksucking whore! Did I seriously just treat freaking horse penises like god? I think dad said some of them were my children and I was their father!? I gave blowjobs to horses who I thought were my god and they were my children!? Jen hid her face in embarrassment. This was too much!

“Jen, dinner time!”

Oh boy.

*Yum yum in her tums

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So hungry she could eat (like) a horse
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“How do you like it, Honey?”

Jen forced a smile, or an approximation of one anyway. “I-I love it!” she said. Internally, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her house was now a mansion. But that wasn’t what bothered Jen. It wasn’t the luxuriousness of the dining room or even the attending maids waiting at her beck and call. No, it was the several plates of fruits and vegetables that lay in front of Jen.

“We got you only the best, just the way you like them. Big and thick.”

From carrots to cucumbers to ginormous daikons, they were positively phallic in nature without exception. Sauce boats with a white liquid sat beside them. At first, she thought it was ranch, but on closer inspection, she was surprised to find horse cum instead. Her meal stood in stark contrast with the other end of the dining table where her parents sat with their normal human food. For the moment, they looked at her.

Trying to act natural, Jen picked up one of the smaller vegetables. A carrot. Thinking it a safe choice, however, Jen hadn’t seen how hairy it was. Jen held her smile. It was raw. They all were.

She brought the carrot to her lips and hesitated a moment, before pushing it in. The carrot’s rough hairy texture nearly drove her orgasm right then and there. Her pussymouth contracted, tightening around the carrot. Unfortunately for Jen, this effectively forced the conical vegetable out of her mouthcunt back into her hand, only now covered with her juices. She recovered, and tried again. Same result.

Again and again she tried, succeeding only in pistoning the vegetable in and out of her face cunt and making herself more aroused. Her moaning interrupted her parents who had been deep in conversation. “Please Jen Honey, stop playing with your food. It’s bad manners. I know you love horse cum but you’ve already had plenty of protein today. You can’t be drinking it all the time. Now eat your veggies.”

Not wanting to make a scene, Jen dipped the carrot in horse cum and tried eating it again. It helped a little. Her mouth give less resistance, as if inviting the semen into it. It was delicious. However, Jen was only able to push the carrot in as far as its length. Her hypersensitive pussy for a mouth wouldn’t allow it to go any further. The carrot top stuck lewdly out of her mouth, her juices ran down the drooping leaves. She would have been embarrassed if she weren’t so damn horny.

“Jennifer Smith! Eat with your cocks, not your hands!”

Jen paused. Why hadn’t she thought of that? It was so obvious. Stupid, stupid! She berated herself. The answer to everything was more horse penis. It always was. Why did she even think otherwise?

Without a second thought, she brought one of her reptilian horsecocks up against the carrot and pushed. Her cock-hungry mouth gave way as it received what it was meant to receive. Deeper and deeper her cock pushed the carrot until it completed its journey and began traveling to her stomachs.

At this point, Jen was so horny that she grabbed fruits and vegetables one after another. Cucumbers, bananas, zucchinis, and even entire corncobs, each was a different size and texture than the last, bringing her equine cunt of a mouth to entirely new heights of pleasure. The feelings of vegetable and cock in her mouthcunt pushed other thoughts aside. It wasn’t long until Jen purposefully started fucking her rear pussy with a horsecock while she “ate” using the other two.

Half-way into her meal, her maids brought forth a large pitcher of white liquid. More horse cum. Without so much as a second thought, she grabbed the pitcher and poured its contents into her mouth. Delicious. Absolutely intoxicating.

Inebriated, drunk on horse semen, Jen lost control of herself. She giggled as she brought her elephant cocks up from underneath the table and doused the rest of her food under thick layers of precum. This was the missing ingredient. She wasn’t satisfied until her precum started to overflow the table, the rest of it splattering onto the floor and collecting into a drain under the table.

That was when she saw the kabob sticks.

*Putting the Shish into Kebab

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Iron Chef Jennifer
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Jen froze upon seeing the kabob sticks. She stood there, motionless. A minute passed. Then two, then three. The only indication that she wasn’t completely suspended in animation was the one horsecock still thrusting away in her rear pussy.

One of the attending maids, a newbie, was puzzled by the motionless centauress she was in service to. Was this usual? Was something wrong with her? Did she need help? She was about to step out of line when she was held back by another maid, a veteran, who looked at her and shook her head.

In reality, Jen was busy piecing together the optimal way to use these sticks. Countless combinations of fruits and vegetables on a stick flew through her head. For Jen had come to know of the fruits of the earth, not by their taste but by their size, texture, and weight. The simple variables seemed like calculus to what little rationality remained in her lust-addled mind. She accounted for them now.

She loved the hairy, rough texture of the carrots. However, they were a little on the thin side. They were like good ketchup on otherwise dull French fries, only instead the carrots were more of an excuse to taste more of her horsecock and its delicious precum. No, the carrots were an better as an appetizer or side dish.

On the other end of the spectrum were the daikons. The guaranteed orgasm generators were huge would make her come over and over just trying to push one down. They gave so much resistance and were so, so much fun. But while on the stick, they wouldn’t leave room for much else and the daikon’s girth would overpower anything else. No, the daikons were better by themselves.

She considered the cucumber. Oddly enough they were somewhat disappointing. They were generally smooth and generally lacking in any discernable features. What few bumps they occasionally had only made her left wanting more which they couldn’t provide. For the makeshift dildo of choice the world over, they were overrated. No, the cucumbers were too plain, too vanilla.

The bumps reminded her of corn. Now those, those were amazing. The bumpy ears of corn had an excellent mouthfeel that made her wet just thinking about them. They weren’t too large either, and the deep crevices would be able to hold a lot of horse cum inside. She licked her lips, imagining squeezing the horse cum out of the corn with her mouth like a sponge. Yes, they’d do well as her bread and butter.

But by far her favorite had to be bitter melon. It had the most bizarre texture of any of them with irregular bumps and grooves. If the corn made her come in regular intervals, then the bitter melon made her made her come utterly unpredictably. Oh yes, they’d do well as a dessert.

She continued like this, regarding the fruits and vegetables on an individual basis. She weighed their merits and weaknesses, deciding which were kabob-worthy. The hormones from her mouthcunt combined with the sensations coming from her rear in a way that kept her from even questioning the line of thought.

When she was done with her calculations, Jen took the boats of cum and poured them all over the corn, letting them marinate in the stuff while she moved other things around in preparation. Then one by one she stuck various fruits and vegetables onto the kabob sticks. She laid them onto the table before her.

Jennifer Smith would later be able to recall only bits and pieces of what followed that night. She would remember shoving and pulling the kabobs in and out of her pussymouth. She would remember the shishing sounds they made and how she took them apart piecemeal in a sexual frenzy. She would remember how they felt inside her, their taste by texture imprinted onto her mind for all time.

What she wouldn’t be able to remember was what came after she started to skewer herself by sticking them into her ass and pussy. No, that would be a mystery for another time.

*Guzzle in her muzzle

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Pour me more, my paramour
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When she came back to herself, Jen had just finished ejaculating into the mouth of a maid with one of her horsecocks.

Jen was taken aback. She loosened the elephant penis wrapping around the woman, sending her crashing down onto the table from where she was held suspended in midair. Laying in a limp heap, the maid twitched and moaned in post-coital bliss.

What happened here? Was she just raping one of her maids? Jen gathered herself and took in her surroundings. A crunch resounded as she stepped on a kabob stick.

She was still in the dining room, only now it looked like a cum-fueled orgy had taken place. Streaks of bright white painted the walls and windows. From above, heavy streams of cum hung from slowly turning chandeliers, casting long revolving shadows throughout the room.

More moaning came from around her. Jen turned to find more maids strewn about her. All were barely conscious and in various states of undress. Cum leaked from their mouths and from between their legs. The distinct smell of Jen’s bodily fluids was instantly recognizable. She winced and shuddered as another ejaculation ran through her cocks. A cum-fueled orgy hadn’t merely happened here. Rather, Jen had happened here.

She blushed, feeling the two sets of kabobs still stuck in her ass and pussy. For better or worse, she could even tell exactly was on the sticks, their shapes and textures distinct against her tight confines. She twisted her tentacle-like horsecocks around and wrapped them around the protruding sticks, gasping and moaning as she pulled them out of herself. She came from her cocks completely unintentionally as the vegetables’ bulking outlines pressed against her prostate. Thankfully her parents weren’t there to see Jen embarrass herself.

Besides the ones she removed from herself, only a few vegetables remained scattered here and there. From how much heavier she felt, it was clear she had eaten the rest of the mountain of food. Already she could feel her emptied ballsacks growing firmer, her body busy converting her dinner into new horse sperm.

It was then that a door to her left opened. More maids poured into the room. They carried the disheveled ones away in wheeled stretchers. Rather than distressed, however, they looked… envious? Though they averted their gaze when she looked at them, she could see them sneaking glances at her cocks and balls. Some didn’t even bother hiding their excitement as they touched and rubbed themselves through their aprons.

“So,” Jen thought, “that’s new.”

Not only did she have a harem of maids that enjoyed being fucked by her, it was clear she had a strong rapport with them in this new reality. She had a sense this was supposed to be off-putting. Instead, the content faces of the semi-conscious maids made the stallion parts of her mind feel proud with having satisfied so many females.

*Primetime fun

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When the cock strikes midnight
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After she got cleaned up, Jen walked back to her room, or rather, living area in the barn.

She had orgasmed dozens if not hundreds of times over the day and yet she didn’t feel the least bit tired. She glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time left before bed.

“Time,” she thought, “for some self-discovery.”

Jen walked over to her desk. She paid little attention to the shelves upon shelves of porn DVDs along the way to her computer. She’d save those for some other time.

Turning the PC on, she was greeted by a password screen. That wasn’t there before. She tried her birthday, her childhood pet, her school name. No good.

After a few more tries, a hint showed up: ‘What I Love Most’

It couldn’t be. She typed “horsepenis”.

It worked. Jen rolled her eyes. Truly, horse penis was the answer to everything.

As her computer loaded, she saw a notification about new files in her SinkBox folder. She opened it to find what must have been terabytes of porn. She was surprised to see it neatly categorized. Opening a top-level folder, she found the content mostly horse-related, from horse sex to centaur porn to something called “horse futanari”. She opened the latter and grew hard at what she saw.

She plopped down onto the cushions beneath her and shifted to a comfortable position, preparing herself for a long session with the newfound treasure trove of masturbation material. Jennifer set her many hands about – two to browse, two to each a horsecock, one to her human pussy, and one to her mouth, giving the insatiable thing something to placate itself with. Below the table were two massive sleeves which she inserted her elephant penises into. Lastly, she directed the final horsecock into her horse pussy.

She did all of this slowly, carefully, before falling into a rhythmic pattern, keeping her masturbation at a controlled rate and holding back whenever she got too excited. She needed to make this last.

Elbow on desk, hand on chin, the oversexed centauress sucked on her forefinger in preponderance. With history reshaping itself to conform to her changed body, what else was this reality’s Jennifer Smith into? This was going to be interesting.

For one, Jen was apparently a furry.

Well she LITERALLY was one now, but she didn’t think much of the social deviants before. Now she saw what she was missing. Subdivided by species, the folder was filled with images of sexy anthropomorphic animals and people turning into them. She nearly came on several occasions.

Whether they happened to be male, female, or both, they all appealed to her. She had been secure in her heterosexuality before and probably still would be if she were still human. Clearly that wasn’t the case anymore, what with her entourage of cock-hungry maids. And now that she was both sexes several times over she couldn’t help but imagine herself fucking large-breasted, double-dicked snake babes as they too fucked her.

A short while later and she saw another notification for new files. Strange. She hadn’t downloaded anything. Did she have people downloading porn for her? If so, that was one hell of a job to envy. Whoever was doing this went as far as tagging and favoriting pictures. After opening some of these supposed favorites, she was liking what she was seeing. Truly, this was a life of luxury.

Jen lost track of time. Hours passed. She was about to move onto a folder named “Body Modification” before her mother walked in. “Time for bed Honey.”

“Okay mom.”

Jen got up and fell onto her bed. It was huge, soft, and comfortable and was coated with some kind of hydrophobic material that made her precum roll off.

“Let me tuck you in.” Her mother headed toward a nearby drawer.

Opening it, her mother took out what looked like a bunch of straps and belts. Were these harnesses? Bits? Jen didn’t know what to call them. That went doubly so the moment she spotted massive horsecock-shaped dildos amongst the straps.

“Mom!? What are those for!?” Jen asked incredulously. She shot straight up out of bed.

Jen’s outburst caught her mother by surprise. “Huh?”

“Mom, what,” she repeated, pointing at the harnesses, “are those!?” Jen now saw there were two sets. One set had a dildo by itself. The other had two which sat next to another. One of these was far larger than the other. She could make a guess as to what they were for.

Her mom held them up. “They’re what you sleep with, Honey, you know, ever since your change. You get so horny that you that can’t help but fuck yourself in your sleep. Your wet dreams cost us enough of your semen as it is, and you get them every night. We can’t go losing any more of it. Now quit complaining and let me tuck you in.”

Jen did as she was told. First was her mouth. This was the bit, her mother explained. She tightened a series of straps around Jen’s head. Next, Jen was to insert the attached dildo into her cuntmouth. She did so carefully, as not to set her mouth off. However, the dildo was a hyper-realistic replica of a horsecock. Her stimulated folds were unable to tell it apart from the real thing, and by time it was all the way in, she had come from her mouth more than a few times.

Next came her rear. This was the harness. The straps came first as they had with the bit, but the latter half was looking to be a totally different experience. Jen searched her oversized bed for something to hold onto, spotting an L-shaped body pillow with an anime centauress on it.

Hugging the pillow, Jen blushed as she presented her ass to her mother and raised her tail. Her mother promptly pushed the tip of impossibly large dildo into her daughter.

Jen moaned in pleasure. She thought she knew what it would feel like, seeing as how she had fucked this very pussy with not one but two of her own horsecocks that same morning. There, she had been mare and stallion both. She had thought the dual sensations intense beyond compare.

Here, she was just the mare. And yet, and yet, the sensations were just as powerful as she reached the first of several orgasms. Her hips began to move involuntarily once the medial ring passed her equine lips, welcoming even more of the dildo into herself and causing her orgasms to come faster.

She screamed in ecstasy, or at least, she tried to. Instead, her pussymouth clamped down on the dildo inside it, adding to the pleasure.

Above all, however, she wasn’t prepared for the moment when the other end of the dildo touched her ass. Her horse pussy immediately gave a motion so powerful that it sucked the rest of the dildo into itself, simultaneously pulling its companion dildo into her anus.

Though she hadn’t even so much as touched her cocks, they began to come just from the anal penetration alone. It was so sudden and unexpected that Jen couldn’t redirect them in time.

Five ropes of sticky white horse semen shot out from her in all directions. It splattered against the walls, against the ceiling, against the shelves of porn DVDs and against her monitor, sending it flying off her desk. It wasn’t long before Jen blacked out from the pleasure assaulting her from all sides.

Her mother stood in the doorway and regarded her daughter, unconscious but nevertheless thrusting away at that cartoon pillow of hers and making a complete mess. She smiled. Her daughter looked so adorable when she slept. With that, she turned off the lights, and closed the door, a second before cum splattered against it.

*Jen dreams while the maids play.

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Sweet creamy dreams
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Jen hadn't really fallen asleep, more like fell into a blissed out orgasmic coma. According to this new reality, that's how she had always spent her nights. Her many cocks self stimulating themselves, while her trio of pussies massaged at the phallic facsimiles dislodged into their depths. The XXXXL sized dakimakura of an anime centauress becoming drenched in the combined fluids of her body, milk, pussy juice, and plentiful helpings of horse semen. Her four lower hooves wrapped tightly around the pillow and humped at it unconsciously, her body automatically trying to fuck anything and everything in sight with or without her input. Her trio of horse-cocks entwined themselves around the pillow squeezing at it and searching for any available orifices to penetrate. Her twin elephant cocks tangled themselves within one another trying to get themselves off. The gag and dildos were a way for her to sleep without endlessly fucking herself all night long and becoming too bloated with her own cum to move, and waste any of her valuable sperm. The floor of the barn was specially designed so that any runoff lead to cooling tanks stored beneath the farm, any excess was filtered of any foreign matter and stored for future auctions.

A clattering footsteps soon surrounded the barn and some hushed and muffled whispering could be heard while the barns employee entrance had opened a sliver. Some excited giggling followed and the door flew open allowing a gaggle of Jens maids to flow excitedly into her musky lair. They were all clad in their undergarments and barefoot, fluttering about the barn stepping over puddles of freshly strewn cum.

There were a total of eight maids. There was a tall older brunette, clad in a rather daring black laced lingerie ensemble, complete with sensual see through stockings and garters. She looked to be in her mid thirties, however her age only gave her a dominant smoldering vibrancy without detracting from her fit and well toned body. Her name was Darla, and she had been Jens first maid in service since even before she had hit puberty. She had looked after her mistress since before she had to be transferred out of school and helped home school her as well. Darla had watched Jen proudly as she matured into one of the most virile fuck beasts the world had ever seen, feeling as if her loving guidance had helped to nurture what Jen had become today. She was in charge of overseeing the team of maids in charge of caring for Jens many needs.

Darla smirked as she overlooked the seven new maids that had been hired a week prior, merely virgins (though not in the literal sense) to what lie ahead of them. The girls before her were of a chosen select, who had been through a rather vigorous and extensive interview process, most of which Jen used as part of her personal porn fodder. Many of them were veterans of the porn industry, or looking to expand their horizons. They all stood around Jens body, and whispered and giggled amongst themselves while watching her shameless lustful slumber.

Darla snapped her fingers and all seven of the girls snapped to attention. They formed a line before her and stood with their heels together and chest forward. Darla strutted before them, bare feet deftly sidestepping the puddles of cum and milk on the floor as if it was second nature. Her chest heaved with determination, her large firm DD cups held lovingly within their silk garments. She looked out above her new charges and gave a smokey smile.

The first two girls were twins, a prospect that immediately excited Jen as she overlooked their interview videos. Especially since they preferred to perform in tandem, making sure every coupling was a threesome. They were dark skinned and hispanic, The girls were identical down to the mole on their left ass cheek, save for the difference in hair color. Selena was blonde with red pubic hair, and Solana was a Redhead with blonde pubic hair. A rather striking contrast with their milky brown complexions, as well as their rather generous curves. They wore matching string bikinis, while Selena had a tattoo of a Yin symbol on her left breast, and Solana had a tattoo of her Yang symbol on her right breast. The twins had eager grins on their faces, as they looked out behind Darla at their writhing mistress.

Darla moved on to the next maid in the lineup, having to look down at a rather short ginger barely reaching four and half feet. But what she lacked in height she made up for in spades in abundance of curves. The little ginger was what was enticingly described as a "short stack" as her resume had said. She was a powerhouse of femininity, all in one small bite sized package. Her extensive catalog of reference videos were among Jens favorites, especially since she was a fan of the double penetration and deep throat tags on nearly all of her performances. She may be small, but her body was used to sizes many normal women would have trouble even attempting. Also she had a pair of rocking tits that nearly scratched her chin even when standing stock still, and hips nearly as wide as she was tall. Her name was Tera and she stood in the lineup licking her ruby red lips and one hand on her generous hips cockily. Darla could see a lot of potential in this small one.

The next maid was the complete opposite, tall and lithe and nearly dark as midnight. Her name was Ndjua and she had traveled far and wide to become one of Jens chosen. She had shown up at the assessment center one night and refused to leave until she had a chance to interview with Darla. Ndjua was different than most of their interviewees, she had been part of a family of farmers in her country and raised cattle, sheep, chicken and wild horses. She told the story of one day of beast of a horse that had shown up to their farm one season and relentlessly bred all their mares and milking cows to the point of exhaustion, not even the chicken and sheep were spared as it blasted it seed upon their dens and bodies as they were too small to penetrate, Ndjua was shocked at the virility of the animal. The massive horse had plowed through their stock like tissue paper in water, rutting one after the other, before a wealthy local farmer came by and reined it back to where it had come from. The wealthy farmer explained it had broke out while transporting and paid them a rather hefty sum for all their troubles. However that had only been the beginning of her tale, as within a few months every single female animal on their farm was pregnant in abundance. The cows bore litters of calves, and their wild horses gave birth to massive strong foals, the most surprising was the sheep and chickens had also bore young, somehow the mere exposure to the horses virility had impregnated them. That season their farm had experienced a great boon that brought them great wealth and prosperity. She had sought out to thank whatever gods had brought the divine beast to her lowly farm and found herself tracking down the source to Jen herself. Darla was intrigued by her tale, Ndjua seemed to hold Jen in high regard. She saw her as a goddess of fertility, and vitality. She was also quite beautiful, her lithe body was cut from stone and she had strong hands and muscles well suited for manual labor, a great asset on the farm as well as for handling Jen herself. Her pearly white bodice fit her rather well.

The next girl Darla settled her gaze upon was named Philly, rather aptly seeing as she was a spry young thing just barely touching nineteen years old. She was also a country girl, through and through. And the only one wearing any shoes, albeit rather raunchy red sequined cowboy boots with tassels. She was also rather bold, wearing nothing besides red leather chaps leading to an open red leather vest, her nethers and breast exposed. She was a raised on a farm just like the rest of her siblings and was sent to the city for being rather adventurous with some of the family stallions. Her father wanted her to go to a big city college and get an education, but her ambitions were clouded with her many nights spent availing herself to all types of alternative pornography. Most of the farms stock came from Jens seed and she had also been enamored with them as each of them held that same wild passion that came only from Jen herself. Philly was more a rather eager interviewee, willing to "service" any who crossed her path. Darla had partaken of the girls talents herself, and though she was an novice, she had more than enough exuberance to spare. She was rocking her hips anxiously as Darla looked her over.

The last two were an odd pair, Darla raised and eyebrow as she approached them. Sarah was young, innocent and fresh from college, Majoring in media and film. Delilah who stood next to her, hands upon her shoulders and smiling proudly above her daughter Sarah's blushing face. Darla and the rest of her team were a bit shocked when the pair showed up to interview, A mother and daughter. Delilah explained that she had been feeling lonely after her daughter went off to college and their father had passed away a couple years prior. While Sarah who was a wiz at computers helped her mother set up a rather prodigious set up so she could have a hobby showing her cooking skills on youtube. While Delilah was browsing how to get her videos more views, she came across how to videos on making "cam girl" videos. Sarah was quite surprised to come home to visit one summer only to find her mother filming one of her cooking videos, only she was rather lewdly squeezing her breasts into a mixing bowl wearing nothing but a fishnet apron, while vibrators attached to her garters buzzed away at her exposed holes. There were cameras set up all around the kitchen, multiple monitors and many angles featuring her milf body in all ways possible. Sarah watched her mother make a cake using some of her own organic freshly squeezed milk, and mixing it with some locally sourced "honey". Delilah greeted her daughter warmly, and the view and donation count nearly quadrupled as the scene played out. That summer "Fresh Milf" took the cam scene by storm, their "cooking" videos made a fortune especially with Mamas eager and shy assistant. Sarah held some fetishes of her own clearly as she blushed madly while being led by her mother lovingly into many carnal encounters. Jen was also a huge fan of their videos and live-streams, often a centerpiece of many milking sessions as well as background noise whenever she felt like relaxing. Being one of their biggest donors as well on all of their live streams, often making rather outrageous requests for large sums of cash. Delilah was actually wearing the least of them all, having grown accustomed to being perpetually exposed and teased she was wearing nothing more than a garter belt with portable vibes attached. Sarah wore a modest two piece white and black ruffled bikini top, however shear and tight as her hardened nipples were clearly evident beneath the fabric as she was highly aroused. Darla also noticed that her briefs were showing of a rather lewd camel toe that was extremely moist.

Darla stood stoically ahead of her new and promising maids, She inhaled the familiar scent of Jens fluids, mixing with the earthly smell of her titanic body. Darla turned and regarded her mistress, taking in her otherworldly form. Even when she was just an excitable little filly of a thing and before her other "friends" grew in and she matured into her full potential, Darla could see that Jen was bound for something more. She harbored more than just adoration for her mistress, she felt a genuine love for her that went beyond mere romance that mere humans could understand. Jen was a being beyond nature, untamed, unbound and wild. Darla would follow her mistress wherever and whenever they would go without question or pause, her body and soul were bound to her forever. She took pride in the fact the she was training so many young women to help Jen satiate her eternal lust, feeding her what she craved the most.

Tonight was an orientation of sorts for the newbies, she would slowly acclimate the girls to their new mistress before finally greeting her formally. It was often that many of the experienced girls spent some of their nights playing with Jens cocks and bathing in her cum while their mistress slept. Drinking her milk fresh from her udders, lapping at the sweet honey from her pussies.

Darla sighed and prepared herself for tonight's initiation rituals, tonight these new maids would be introduced into the service of their mighty mistress. They would give themselves unto her and in turn, they will reward her with many pleasant fantasies and dreams.