A History of Reynard's 'Equus' Personal Care Products.
A History of Reynard's 'Equus' Personal Care Products.
By our Special Correspondent, Butler McGillycuddy.
Copyright, Blacksnip the Thoroughbred.
Victor Reynard is well known as the purveyor of the 'Equus' line of personal care products. His best selling products are Equus 'Elixir of Sexual Potency' and Equus 'SuperGylde' sexual lubricant. Both are produced on his secretive farm in deepest Suffolk, but little is known about the fox himself and the origin of his line of renowned products.
The little we know about Mr Reynard is that he has two greatest passions in life; horses, and making money. The former he breeds at his Suffolk farm. Dear reader, we are going to show you that the latter is most intimately connected to the former.
Our informant has let it be known that ever since he got involved in the horse breeding business, Mr Reynard became most interested in activity in the breeding shed. One might goes as far as stating he became obsessive about taking part in the practicalities of horse breeding; the sort of practicalities the gentry tend to leave to their peasant employees. His excited cries of 'there he blows' as his stallions reached ejaculation in their breeding duties became famous in the circle of his staff and friends who visit his farm, as did his eagerness to be the one to feel the base of the stallion's penis to record the pulse waves down the horse's urethra confirming issue of the valuable semen into the lucky mares. His staff were perplexed too at his insistence on being left alone to clean up the breeding shed after each covering session; the floor usually being slicked with puddles of spilled ejaculate from overflowing, but pleased, mares. Nothing was ever said however, beyond the whispers in Mr Reynard's circles, as not only did he provide very well for his staff, but his horses were always very well looked after, and in the matter of breeding, he always declared that the maximisation of the pleasure of stallion and mare was paramount. 'A happy, strong orgasm produces strong seed' he was wont to say, and he was always keen that his mares should climax as powerfully as his stallions. There were no cruel restraints in use in Mr Reynard's stud, and mares were only covered when fully in heat, squatting down, tails waving high in the air, desperate for penetration by stallion cock and filling with seed. And mares were always well filled before they left Mr Reynard's stud; repeatedly bred as many times as they wanted. He was never happy to see a mare leave for her conveyance unless she was absolutely leaking stallion goo as she walked away. Funnily enough, he never had a mare fail to conceive after a visit to his stud.
When word came out that Mr Reynard was building a new facility for his horses many wondered what form it would take. There was much speculation amongst the chattering classes, but all such chatter ceased and was replaced by wonderment when the renowned fox threw open the doors of his new 'establishment'- to a select band of guests, of course.
The invited guests being shown around that first day could be in no doubt about Mr Reynard's love for his stallions (and their pleasure) now. He had created a sex toy for male equines! In the centre of a large purpose-built barn, adjacent to the stable block and paddocks where he kept his happy band of stallions, stood a somewhat bizarre-looking contraption a bit like a vaulting horse. Reynard called it a 'phantom mare'. As the guests looked on, Reynard whistled, and in trotted a fine jet back Thoroughbred stallion, his long thick penis already erect and waving around below his belly with his movements. The purpose of the 'phantom mare' immediately became clear, as the stallion rapidly and eagerly mounted it, and began vigorously thrusting as if he were mating a real mare. As the horse's lustful whickers and grunts intensified as his pleasure built, Mr Reynard pointed out the works of the device, grouped around the horse's thrusting penis. Two leather, hydraulically powered graspers were apparent, one virtually encircling the end of the cockshaft right behind the swelling glans, the other, more of a U-shape, near the base of the thrusting horsecock, exactly where a mare's tightly clenching vulva would grasp it. The fox pointed out the bellows beneath the green padded cover atop the 'phantom mare', which operated the hydraulics of the graspers. He explained how this arrangement meant the harder the stallion's thrusts, the firmer the action of the graspers on his cock. He also brought his guests' attention to the padded horizontal hole in the rear support of the phantom, through which the stallion's penis was yanked back and forth with his thrusts. Almost drowned out by the increasingly urgent and loud grunts of the horse as he worked himself ever closer to orgasm, Reynard explained there was a hydraulic sleeve lining this hole, also connected to the actuating bellows under the vigorously thrusting stallion's chest. As if to perfectly illustrate the effectiveness of the these arrangements the mighty black stallion, flanks glistening with sweat, performed one final huge jackhammer thrust and became very still, his enormous cock a two foot long rigid black rod, the veins on it's shaft bulging, the glans visibly expanding, the urethral process in its central depression protruding. The horse emitted a low groan, and his brown eyes rolled back in their sockets as his brain exploded into orgasm. The onlookers could see the prominent urethral ridge on the lower edge of his cock bulge, and milliseconds later a huge geyser of thin sperm-rich semen exploded from his urethra, followed by another, and another, a retching sound coming from the alternatively clenching and gaping urethral opening, the stream shooting between his jerking forehooves as they hung in mid air, splattering down onto the floor some three feet ahead of the stallion. As the horse continued to ejaculate, the torrents of semen began to thicken, as the powerfully pulsing sex glands deep in his hindquarters began to contribute more and more of their gelatinous secretions into his cum. His mighty tail flagged again and again, exposing his tightly protruding and clenching anus, as the thick ropes of semen gushed from the noisily retching urethra, splattering thickly to the floor, onto his forelegs, and his fore-hooves, from which the cum drooled in long strings. Eventually, the stallion lay draped over the phantom, eyes glazed, saliva drooling from his open mouth and lolling pink tongue, as the last seminal jets spewed as heavy thick ropes from his dished, flared glans. Reynard called his stunned guests over to inspect the still steaming, bubbling, pools of seminal fluids on the floor ahead of and underneath the spent horse.
'This precious fluid, collected on my patented non-slip, bacterially clean floor, is key to my, and our, future wealth' he proclaimed, picking up a handful of sticky, gelatinous horse cum, and allowing it to drop from his paws to the floor, forming a long string of jelly which refused to break. He grinned with satisfaction as he noted the raging erections of all the males present. 'Now, who wants to invest?'
So now, dear Reader, you know all about the origin of Victor Reynard's business, at least, all that is available from our sources. We might guess, however, that Mr Reynard learned about the potent effects of the consumption of the sperm-rich components of the ejaculate of the stallion from his own private research- after all, his six wives and thirty-six offspring are evidence of his 'output'. We might also speculate that he learned of the lubricant properties of equine seminal gel from activities with his exclusive band of male friends. What is not speculation is that the wiley old fox soon realised that furries would pay good money to watch the fun taking place in his premises, and so he installed a viewing area with various facilities and aids which may be enjoyed by his paying guests as they watch his stallions at play. We emphasise 'play' as our sources tell us that the stallions come and go (or is it come and cum?) as they please, the area with the Toy always being left open as are the gates from the paddocks the stallions are housed in. Occasionally, more than one stallion enters the barn, and they end up playing with each other as well as the Toy- an event especially enjoyed by Mr Reynard's viewing room 'guests'. One of the most prolific users of the Toy (and hence contributor to Reynards products) is a certain back Thoroughbred stallion...