Every limb ended in a flat hoof with a shiny metal horse shoe. It was difficult to keep track of time as a pony slave. Sex vedio PLEASE!!!”
“They certainly named you well, Miss Luvsdick!” she hissed into his ear before redoubling her efforts. In the future they were creating, their would be only one gender: Futanari. Her short, platinum blonde hair stuck out from the horse-tack webbing. Not that it mattered. Abilene sported a thick paddle and an electric cattle prod hanging from her leather belt. His increasingly feminized body was the canvas for exquisite tortures. For the first month he was there, Dany had dwelt on the unfairness of being low man on the totem pole at the ranch. Isn’t that right you cock-hungry cunt?!?”
“YES, MISS QUINN!!! Taste all that yummy pony ass, you fucking cunt!”
She shoved her girthy tool deeper into Dany’s mouth. Right or not, that was the world they were living in now. HARDER!!! It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his memories to fade a little more each day. “What?!? Show ponies like him were a combination of fetish model and 24/7 on-call cock sleeve. It seemed more likely that once you were disappeared to the ranch, it was for good. Dany, on the other hand, had his arms and legs locked in shiny black latex. Yes, it was infidelity and an inappropriate move
