Fantasies Of The Prince - Riding
Dedicated to Cloudy_Kitty and specifically, based on the picture "Ridding" which is available here:
http://europe1.yiffstar.com/?pid=44063
The naked vixen struggled.
She tried to get out of the horrible situation she was in.
To
No
Avail.
Well, she was stuck without any clothes on a horse. A very active, young, male stallion. And he was running laps around a track. The scenery was idyllic and warm, a country backdrop with trees and forest surrounding the track. It could have passed for a stadium if this place wasn't so tucked into northern Clitaly.
Very secluded, away from prying eyes, he thought.
The prince stepped up.
He was a young fox with very sexy robes and clothes that looked as if he actually was royalty.
And in fact, he was. He was the son of King Blah, which ruled over a very small independent country, the country of Vulgaria. But since there seemed no shortage of oil underneath the palace, Vulgaria never ever ran out of money. It was estimated that their reserves could buy up half of Canada.
The fox struggled again.
What made her situation so uncomfortable was that she was cruelly impaled on a large dildo. The saddle of the horse held a 6-inch dildo that was also sufficiently wide to fit nicely into her furry pussy. It disappeared nicely from sight. Her feet could only grasp loosely onto the sides of the horse. There was hardly any footing to be had. Her nipples were cuffed to the reins of the horse. There was enough slack for the chains that connected the reins and the nipples for slight pulls to be exerted, but not enough for the chains to be pulled off completely.
On the third lap, the Prince beckoned for the horse to stop.
"How goes your ride?" he asked uniequivocally.
The cute vixen had been driven almost mad already. The dildo bobbing up and down had caused her all kinds of torment and pleasure and she was already into her third orgasm. She was sweating all over from her hands trying to prevent too much movement. Her tits were sagging. The huge dildo was knocking on the door of her womb, trying to get in.
The horse's back was all wet and soaked. She could only gasp in response. It seemed very uncomfortable.
"Perhaps you should continue your journey.." he contemplated quietly.
The fox's eyes grew wide in terror and fear.
With a slap on the horse's back, it cantered off. The fox screamed all the way to the end before the turn, when her scream died out.
"Steroids for horses can work wonders.." he thought silently, before retiring to the glass house overlooking the track for a doughnut and perhaps some tea.
When he came back, the horse had tired out and was chomping on a set of carrots beside the track. The fox riding the horse was absolutely spent.
He helped the girl off the horse, attaching the nipple clamps to the wire fence on the side of the track. The dildo was wetter than the Pacific in a thunderstorm. Petting the horse on his head, he whispered into his ear, "Would you like a better reward?"
The horse seemed very agreeable to him at least.
So he brought out a set of handcuffs and cuffed the fox's (who did not resist in the least) hands on top of the horse, such that she was hanging below the horse's body but not touching the floor.
Then he attached the legs to the top in the same way.
He then guided the horse's huge penis into the female vixen's vagina which had been enlarged quite a bit by now.
The vixen, on realising what the Prince had in mind for her, struggled valiantly.
Naturally, nothing changed.
The horse's penis found its way into the vagina and, on a little coaxing, fit there smugly.
The vixen's face was one of shock. Pure shock.
The Prince grinned at her.
Then he attached a carrot to the top of the horse's head and allowed it to canter around the track. The fox screamed all the way this time.
"She'll be torn apart." the butler carrying the tea-tray commented.
"Perhaps not. Foxes are quite flexible, you know," the Prince replied casually.
The Prince stopped the horse on his second lap around and fed him the carrot. He had to carefully unlock the hand and leg cuffs before extricating the horse's knotted penis from the poor girl's wet vagina. There was blood around the horse's penis.
The girl had passed out, apparently.
"Take her into the guest room." the Prince said to his butler, who quickly carried her out of sight, before he allowed the horse to suck him off.
"Pleasure". he said to no one in particular, after releasing his load.
"I enjoy it."
He returned to his sprawling mansion and turned into the third door on the left.
A male cheetah was cuffed, spread-eagled and standing up, to two parallel poles that rose from the floor to the ground.
His penis lay below a dispenser. It looked almost like a tap, except that milk powder came out from it at a high and steady rate. There also lay one below, which peppered his balls lightly with butter.
Nine young pups lay in their nest. Only one was awake now, and he was viciously sucking off the milk from the tiger's penis. His face was a tortured one. He looked at the Prince with a simultaneously pleading and hatred look.
"Let me out," he half-said, half-begged.
The Prince walked right up to his face.
"No." he said, before placing a machine that lay below the tiger.
It was a fucking machine, and a dildo was attached to it. It moved vertically up and down.
Carefully the Prince maneuvered it so that it fucked the helpless tiger in the ass.
It was only barely disappearing into the tiger's ass now, but then the Prince pressed the green button and the length of its extension was suddenly increased greatly. The tiger now had the same wide-eyed look as the vixen did.
"Goodbye, republican," the Prince smiled, blowing a kiss before closing the door with immense firmness.
Then the ceiling above opened up, and sugar and milk powder began sprinkling out. It was like a sprinkler system, but without the water. The tiger looked up and closed his eyes in anticipation of the hell that was to come.
It was then that the puppies woke up.