Bimbo Barn Bitch

“AHHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!!!! NNGGGMMMHHHHH!!!”

Dany screamed and grunted. The stretching pain of the sudden, colossal insertion was brutal, but was countered by the exquisite sensation of thick, bulging cock gliding against his super sensitive prostate. He lay face down in the grass, his body pressed into the soft earth by the giant, horse-dicked Futa above. She’d mounted him hastily and thrust into his starfish with urgent need and surging vigor.

Calling it a horse cock was no exaggeration. Leslie’s tool was massive. The dark-skinned giantess was a pony slave just like Dany. Being a workhorse, Leslie’s body rippled with muscles that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Along with the hormone treatments and experimental drugs that had turned them into eye-pleasing, sex-crazed ponies, Leslie’s cadre of worker mules also received regular courses of steroids and other strength enhancing supplements.

There were no fewer than five other workhorse Amazons gathered around the rutting pair. Their long, meaty cocks grew stiff as they watched Leslie have her way with the show pony slut. Pre-cum dripped from each of their fat tips as they waited for their turn to fuck Dany’s brains out.

Before being brought to the ranch, nobody had called him Danny since he was a young boy. Until his transformation, he’d simply been Dan; CEO of his own company and a respected member of the community. That all ended when he got frisky with his receptionist. Dan was abducted in the company parking lot the next day.

How many months had he been on the farm? Five? Six? It was difficult to keep track of time as a pony slave. He was regularly fucked, toyed with and disciplined by the cowgirl trainers and other slaves alike. It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his memories to fade a little more each day. Dany couldn’t even remember his last name anymore. Now he was “Dany Luvsdick.” He’d never be allowed to forget his new title since it was labeled clearly on the front of his barn stall. Not to mention the other ranch residents reminded him of his pervy pony name constantly.

Leslie placed one of her hoof-encased hands on the side of Dany’s head and pushed his face into the pasture. Her hips plowed him powerfully. Her hulking thighs flexed and her massive, mocha ass bounced as she bottomed out in Dany’s tingling, peach pucker. Her gigantic, sweaty breasts were pressed against his back, her nipples grazing his naked flesh with each thrust.

Leslie’s face was wrapped in a leather head harness. Her short, platinum blonde hair stuck out from the horse-tack webbing. Her tail, harnessed around her waist, stuck out prominently, sprouting from just above her curvy ass cheeks. It waved in the air as she pistoned in and out of the helpless, moaning pony bitch.

“You like that, don’t you Dany?!?”

“Y-Yes Miss Leslie!!!”

“Can’t get enough of this cock, hmmm?”

“MORE! HARDER!!! PLEASE!!!”

“They certainly named you well, Miss Luvsdick!” she hissed into his ear before redoubling her efforts. Her persistent thrusting grew harsher and more demanding.

Dany couldn’t argue. In truth, he wished one of the other workhorses was cramming her slick, pungent length of equine cock into his mouth right now. Sadly, that was impossible in his current state. Like Dany and Leslie, each of the ponies surrounding them had their hands and feet locked in the pony arm-gloves and stockings. Every limb ended in a flat hoof with a shiny metal horse shoe. The garments were locked on them permanently. Only the trainers could remove them and they almost never did.

The workhorses got to wear dignified beige on their limbs. Their garments were wrapped with metal studs around their biceps and thighs. Dany, on the other hand, had his arms and legs locked in shiny black latex. Show ponies like him were a combination of fetish model and 24/7 on-call cock sleeve.

His meager diet of nutrient paste and the ample quantities of sludge-like semen he was fed ensured that he remained thin and attractive. Show ponies were psychologically conditioned to be submissive, eager to please and to crave more cock by the day. Permanent makeup had long ago been embedded on his now girlish face. Dany’s auburn hair had grown into a luscious pony tail; perfect for the trainers to grab when they fucked his subservient mouth.

Suddenly, Leslie’s thrusts became frantic. She groaned loudly and her teeth gritted as the wet SCHLOP-SCHLOP of pre-cum slick cock slurped in and out Dany’s ass.

“HERE IT COMES YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!”

“AHHHHHH!!!! YES!!!! FILL ME MISS LESLIE!!!”

The Nubian Goddess buried her steel-hard fuck stick in his fleshy depths and her powerful body shuddered. Leslie’s bloated scrotum clenched and shook as a liter of hot, stringy filth streamed into the wailing show pony. Dany felt his insides doused in hot glue, the sperm rippling out in waves as Leslie grunted and her tongue hung from her open mouth.

“I’m next!” one of the well-hung workhorses declared from above.

“What?!? No way! It’s my turn!”

“You want to fight me, bitch?!?”

Finally, Leslie pulled her big, black python from Dany’s blown-out asshole with an audible pop. She stood on shaky legs and stumbled off, leaving the show pony’s man-cunt oozing copious quantities of virile seed.

Could it even be called a man cunt anymore? Dany looked more feminine by the day. His breasts had started to take shape after months of hormone therapy. They were nowhere near the size of the massive milkers others on the ranch sported, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he joined them. The farm’s perverse treatments were slowly turning him into a full futa freak just like everyone else in this depraved place.

Of course, he would never garner the massive cock the work horses and trainers got to wield. Men who’d been brought to the farm for punishment, like him, would only ever be receptacles for fat dicks and gelatinous jizzum by the gallon. Being forcibly transitioned into a cum craving, small-dicked futa butt slut was the sentence for his misogynistic misdeeds.

The next worker mule fell on Dany and immediately brought the tip of her thick, veiny weapon to his spunk-spewing back door. Another pair of heavy breasts slapped onto his back and a new set of powerful legs held down his lower body. A fresh, thick, pulsing cum cannon burrowed into his velvety flesh and the sea of jizzum parted for her twitching invader.

For the first month he was there, Dany had dwelt on the unfairness of being low man on the totem pole at the ranch. Was Dany’s offense really so great? He’d tried to have sex with his personal assistant! So what?!? Yes, it was infidelity and an inappropriate move by an employer, but did it deserve this harsh a judgment? A lifetime of sexual slavery?!?

Right or not, that was the world they were living in now. Modern society wasn’t putting up with that kind of chauvinist shit any longer. Many women were no longer satisfied with achieving justice and equilibrium; they were out for revenge. More and more of them were willingly becoming dominant Futa and letting their sadistic and hedonistic anima run wild. That’s what this disgusting farm represented. Dany imagined places like this would become much more common in the future.

He often wondered if it was just his receptionist or also his wife that had arranged for his new life to begin. He half expected one or both of them to show up, some day, and gloat. Perhaps they’d take him home to begin the second leg of his journey into servitude. Or maybe that wasn’t allowed, due to all the potential legal complications. It seemed more likely that once you were disappeared to the ranch, it was for good.

That would suit him just fine. Dany had stopped wanting to leave after the first month. Sure, it was probably a result of all the mental conditioning and the forced drug regimen, but he didn’t care. He belonged on the farm now. He embraced his new station in life. His ass and throat were home to countless juicy cocks. His increasingly feminized body was the canvas for exquisite tortures. His subjugation wasn’t fair, but he loved it. And no matter how unfair it was to him, he knew the women who’d been turned into fetishized racehorses and libidinous worker mules had it rough as well.

“You show ponies think you’re so hot...” Quinn huffed from above. The tanned brunette placed her hand-hooves on Dany’s arms as she settled into a steady fucking rhythm. “You don’t have to pull heavy wagons, give rides and haul equipment like WE DO! You just get dolled up and do your stupid little dances!”