War Toy Alternate part...
#2 of The War Toy
I decided to write a little something with some castration, everybody loves castration!
Alternate version of War Toy, This is with furries
With a blink of his glass eyelids, Cheshire awoke. He was hanging from the paws of a kindly old possum in a nanny's uniform. She was scolding a young equine, although Cheshire had no idea what they were saying, he could tell by the tone that she was.
He found what had woken him very quickly, the broken bayonet blade in his chest had cut the nanny's finger and gotten blood on him as she was washing the mud and dirt from his worn hole ridden body. Come to think of it, he couldn't find any holes in himself, all were sewn closed, even the little tear in his ballsack, sewn by an expert hand and good thread too.
He came back to the present and out of his thoughts as the possum handed him gently over to the impatient young colt, "vorsichtig sein mit ihm, ich denke, diese Puppe ist etwas Besonderes." She said and sent him off with Cheshire in his grip. The colt proceeded to run up the stairs and lock the door to what he presumed was the horse's bedroom.
"Sie hat Recht. Sie sind etwas ganz Besonderes, jetzt lassen Sie uns ausprobieren ..." He muttered as he unbuckled his tan pants, letting them fall to the floor. Cheshire remained limp, his mind still a little foggy and for some reason, the blue member was slowly emerging from its fabric sheath, the puffy head swelling and the length giving little throbs.
The colt mirled, not even paying attention to his new toy, just stroking the fairly undersized horsecock, standing at only five inches, even Cheshire's toy cock was longer! But Cheshire didn't have long to think it small before the flared cockhead was forcing itself into his blue latex ring, sinking into the velvet tube inside. It took all his will to keep from moving, his tailhole clenched and tried to force the invader out but to no avail. Then, in just that little time of being inside, the little bastard came, at least that, Cheshire thought, was horse sized. Hot goopy white seed pouring deep into his little plush body, soaking into his stuffing and making him feel heavy.
"Gott, Du wirst ein tolles Spielzeug sein, wenn wir diejenigen loswerden Jungen Teile." He moaned, pulling the flared minicock from the soaked toy, turning around to get his nightshirt over himself, crawling into bed and shoving Cheshire off onto the floor. He was soon sound asleep and Cheshire decided to act on a very real need mixed with revenge.
He climbed atop the bed and slipped under the covers, with a tickling clawtip, he brushed the equine's ballsack, making him moan and arch his back, his rear lifting in the air. With a soft mirl, Cheshire moved the colt's tail to the side and eyed the little pink ring, his cock throbbing and drooling a strange white cumlike goop as he guided the flexible shaft up to the sleeping horsie.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to press, using his thumb to pop the puffy mustelid head inside the pucker, making the dormant equine give a little whimper. With a buck of his hips, he slid the rest of his latex length inside, his stone balls swinging wide in the sack, bumping against the still sleeping kid. All at once, Cheshire started bucking, his hips whapping soundlessly on the other's rump, the contractions around his shaft telling him that the body was beginning to accept him, starting to enjoy the toy mounting it.
A whimper broke the silence as he thrust too hard, cracking his balls against the other's equine sack, bruising them for sure. From his angle he could easily hold down the now wriggling steed, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher as he got close to his climax. Now he could tell why the horse was whining and whimpering, feeling warmth soaking into the fabric of his ballsack.
Looking down, Cheshire found what that warmth was, his balls were actually beating the other's bloody. Cheshire didn't care, the boy probably would've done the same to him and with one final hard thrust, and a loud crunching smack, he felt his climax, hot cum lubricant spraying in a thick oily rope into the new gelding.
"God, You are going to be a great toy, once we get rid of those boy parts."