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War Horse Load Testing Standard procedure for determining suitability to be a military pack horse involves applying a certain weight to the back of the horse and conducting a fixed distance march. Max does it a little different, ensuring the candidate equine can take the weight they'll be expected to carry... and then some more... a lot more. Strapped to the stakes in the ground, Max loaded the mare with piece after piece of heavy military gear, the weight quickly adding up and pressing a deepening sag into the horse's back. The mountain of gear grew but the mare held where many other horses hadn't. With the last item, a heavy truck tire, strapped to the top, Max took a break to enjoy the horse's plump pussy. Caressing her flanks, he gave her fat lips a few passes with his tongue and then plunged his muzzle into the mare's opening. His tongue explored her depths as his hands rubbed her powerful rear, her muscles firm and bulging from the intense weight. His muzzle was slick with her juices as he withdrew. That wouldn't be the last thing in there that day. With care, he heaved up a large cannon shell and pressed its end up against her thick pussy lips, the previous stimulation of his tongue prompting the slick juices to begin flowing. Max coated the tip of the large projectile and then shifted it to the center of the mare's fat ring. With steady inward pressure, the narrow tip of the projectile began to widen the opening as it slid in. The deeper it went, the wider the shell became and the more her plump ring had to accommodate. It was fairly smooth sailing until the neck of the shell, it's girth increasing significantly, forcing her pucker to stretch to accommodate its size. The plump, supple ring quickly drew to a thin taught band around the brass casing. He pressed it deeper and deeper into the mare. Max felt the shell press against her inner wall, the large object maxing out the depth of her guts. Custom made leather straps secured it at full depth, ensuring it would remain inside her even if she were to start walking. The last thing wasn't technically part of the test but it let him knock out one of his daily chores. The mare's remarkably large and heavy udders were always full of the rich, sweet mare milk. If left untended for more than a day, they would begin to leak and there was no sense letting good milk go to waste. Milking her normally worked but he'd found a faster way. The straps running through her back ankles worked much like the front, the more she shifted and spread her stance, the further down her head would be pulled. The difference was, these were strapped around the base of her plump udders and a widening stance would pull them downwards, squeezing them and forcing the milk out. After putting the buckets in place, Max took a moment to enjoy the feel of her mare tits, both dark, plump mounds hanging heavily between her legs. Their surface was soft and smooth, the flesh bulging yet supple. He ran his hands down, rubbing and groping both while she huffed and grunted. Reaching the bottom, he took one nipple between his fingers and with a few good squeezes, squirted a heavy stream into his cupped hand. Lifting it to his face, he tilted his head and drank the warm liquid, drops of excess running down his chin as he began fixing the straps around the base of her udders. As he pulled out the slack on the straps that went through her ankle cuffs and to the posts, he heard the metallic rumble if strong jets of milk hitting the bottom of the metal buckets. He knew they'd be filled in no time as he stood and picked up another large artillery round, a matching set with the one already buried in her tail hole. Like the other he pressed this one deep, sinking it easily into her slick womanhood. It glided in with relative ease, it wasn't the first time, after all. Her lips stretched nicely around the neck of the cartridge, taking it up to the rear third before stopping. Knowing this was the clenched opening to her cervix, he gave it a firm push, pressing it past the barrier and into her equine womb. It too received a strap which would hold it in place, a safeguard against becoming dislodged during the march. He worked his way up and down her, feeling the mare's body, loving the feeling of her tensed muscles as he listened to the splashing of her continuous streams of milk. Once the required time had passed, her body quaking under the load, he released the straps holding her legs in place. The buckets beneath her udders were already overflowing but Max had more important matters to attend to. He affixed a lead rope to her halter and pulled. She was intensely unsteady and hesitant to move, but she was a loyal beast. She carefully slid a hoof forward and then another, and so on. She looked incredibly unsteady as she began a slow, arduous walk, a moving at a pace that a biped could hardly keep up with but max kept tension on the rope, prompting her along. He was loving the show she put on with each precarious step she took, his cock clenched in his hand, slowly jerking himself off to the sight. Few horses made it past the loading test and even fewer this far into the pack test. He had reveled in the strain of each one and she was no different, but her, he was actually rooting for. The load was tremendous, he'd gone well over what was required and even a bit beyond what he normally loaded a candidate equine with but she still toiled along. He thought about the shells buried in her rear, occasionally pressing the delicate tissue separating the two heavy munitions, their mass creating an unnatural and likely uncomfortable gap between her rear legs. It took a long time before she approached the finish mark. Every second threatened a snap in her deeply bent back or slight misstep leading to a collapse which would likely crush the horse under the extreme load. As her nose crossed the line, he let go of the lead rope and began a slow lap around her, watching her as she struggled through the last few feet. He let his hand rub the taught flesh of her ass hole and pussy that stretched around the large munitions. He worked his hand along them, down to her heavy, plump tits and then back up her leg to her sweat soaked ass that bulged from the strain. He watched as she crossed the line and gave her a supportive pat on the rump. "That's a good girl." He said and then walked back to her head. Her strain was breathtaking and he did love a good collapse but he was honestly glad she had made it, there was something special about her and he looked forward to working that deep bend in her back into a permanent feature. Piece by piece he began to unload her, noting how heavy each individual item had been and imagining how much it was collectively. With the last item removed Max rubbed her pelt, admiring the surprisingly durable mare. He made his way again to her head, ready to give her one final test, one he hadn't given to any of the other horses. This one didn't have much of anything to do with her job performance but was more of a lewd curiosity of his. Even if she still had the energy to do so, she showed no resistance as he lowered her head down and held it to his chest with one arm. His free hand gripped his cock as he began lining it up with her face. The unexpected turn came when, instead of pushing it between her lips, he pressed the tip of his cock in the opening of her nose. She was surprised but compliant as he sunk his cock into her nostril, the passage just barely large enough to accommodate his manhood. Her nose was warm and slick and every breath she took sent a torrent of hot, moist air against his crotch and balls. Max fed himself in until his pelvis met her lips, penetrating surprisingly deep into her face. She snorted and huffed but still didn't resist. Wrapping both hands around her head, he pulled most of the way out and then pressed himself back in, beginning to rhythmically pump himself in and out of her as he fucked the big horses nose. The feeling was incredible and it didn't take long for him to be overcome by the sensations. Feeling himself tip over the edge, he hugged her head tight and pressed himself in to full depth. His body quaked and he moaned aloud into her ear as a jet of hot cum erupted into her, the thick, warm paste coated the back of her nostril and flowed down into her mouth. The heavy load slid down her tongue and began to drain out between her plump equine lips as he held her, still lost in the feeling. This mare, this one he would be keeping around. More mare fun! I just can't get enough of this big gal. "The Mare" & Max © delta_x3 Art by piippujalka
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There was a time, at least prehistorically, when gryphons used to hunt and prey upon ponies. That’s obviously unheard of nowadays, but it doesn’t stop some ponies from fantasizing about being captured by predators and reared as their cattle. Clocktower Society’s Livestock Guild work closely with the Hunter’s Guild to maintain an area in CEE’s gryphon district called the ‘The Tamers’ Ranch’ that caters to that specific fantasy. Here hapless ‘prey’ can live out the dream of being caged alongside their fellow livestock, fattened on force-fed cum and being cultivated and even bred by their natural predators. The play area has been popularized by several Clocktower novels and even one movie and has since developed into an entire district in its own right. Some submissives considering visiting the Ranch understandably feel daunted by the prospect of gryphon knots. But here you see two livestock slaves showcasing the solution; Clocktower Research Laboratory’s latest line of Fully-Assisted-Knotting (FAK) devices including their extra large throat-knotting ring gag, the Knot-In-There anal ring and the Knotting Ventured pussy dilator belt. No matter the knot, FAK will help you take it like a champ and look good doing it! Don’t let the fact that you’re the wrong species for this fantasy stop you! Visit your nearest CTS Changeling Fire kiln center and use our promo code ‘LoveMeat’ and receive a free gryphon or pony character creation slot. (For more information on other species-specific predator-prey play areas, visit the Hunter’s Guild for more information today!) Interested? Come drop by the ranch for a tour from one of our friendly ranchers and/or livestock or sit in on one of the out-of-character rancher or livestock workshops. You can be living out the dream as early as today so sign up now!
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There was a time, at least prehistorically, when gryphons used to hunt and prey upon ponies. That’s obviously unheard of nowadays, but it doesn’t stop some ponies from fantasizing about being captured by predators and reared as their cattle. Clocktower Society’s Livestock Guild work closely with the Hunter’s Guild to maintain an area in CEE’s gryphon district called the ‘The Tamers’ Ranch’ that caters to that specific fantasy. Here hapless ‘prey’ can live out the dream of being caged alongside their fellow livestock, fattened on force-fed cum and being cultivated and even bred by their natural predators. The play area has been popularized by several Clocktower novels and even one movie and has since developed into an entire district in its own right. Some submissives considering visiting the Ranch understandably feel daunted by the prospect of gryphon knots. But here you see two livestock slaves showcasing the solution; Clocktower Research Laboratory’s latest line of Fully-Assisted-Knotting (FAK) devices including their extra large throat-knotting ring gag, the Knot-In-There anal ring and the Knotting Ventured pussy dilator belt. No matter the knot, FAK will help you take it like a champ and look good doing it! Don’t let the fact that you’re the wrong species for this fantasy stop you! Visit your nearest CTS Changeling Fire kiln center and use our promo code ‘LoveMeat’ and receive a free gryphon or pony character creation slot. (For more information on other species-specific predator-prey play areas, visit the Hunter’s Guild for more information today!) Interested? Come drop by the ranch for a tour from one of our friendly ranchers and/or livestock or sit in on one of the out-of-character rancher or livestock workshops. You can be living out the dream as early as today so sign up now!
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Published by Acateon His description, too: TOR-157 Are We Having Fun Yet? [color] Another over-the-top bondage pic courtesy of the mind and Prismacolors of TOR. I believe this is Tim's earliest drawing of a centaur, but it wouldn't be his last. Note that the eyehooks holding the unicorn mare to the floor are arranged in the shape of a pentagram, as if the centaur is summoning evil spirits. Frankly, I don't think he needs any: he seems to have the situation well in hand (in hoof?) already.