The Horse Fucker - Part 1: Saving Stud
Ava escaped Planet K-9, only to be sent to a world where horses rule supreme. In order to survive, she will need to rely on her cunningness, quick-wittedness, and, above all else, her unquenchable sexual hunger. She survived having sex with dogs, but can she handle being intimate with a horse? More
Ava escaped Planet K-9, only to be sent to a world where horses rule supreme. In order to survive, she will need to rely on her cunningness, quick-wittedness, and, above all else, her unquenchable sexual hunger. She survived having sex with dogs, but can she handle being intimate with a horse?
Excerpt from The Horse Fucker - Part 1: Saving Stud:
“Who are y—” he began, but I cut him off.
“Shut up!” I ordered. I was just as surprised as the Shetland pony when I heard the words tumble from my lips. I hadn’t planned on acting so brashly, yet now that the words were out of my mouth, there was no way to take them back.
I took advantage of the Shetland pony’s momentary disbelief to come up with a plan. It was very rudimentary and would most likely fail miserably, but it was the only one I could come up with on such short notice.
“Excuse me?” finally said the short equine. I guess he had recovered from the initial shock.
“I said ‘shut up,’” I repeated. “And I’ll say it again if you continue to speak.”
“I’ve never—” he began, but I once more cut him off.
“Shut up!” I ordered.
“No one tell me to—”
“SHUT UP!” This time I spoke with such force that the Shetland pony had no choice but to stop talking.
“Are you done?” I asked.
He nodded, looking more stunned than I felt. And given how incredulous I was that my insane plan was working, that was saying something.
“I have a deal for you,” I said, putting the second—and riskiest—part of my plan into action.
He nodded for me to continue.
“You need help with that,” I said, nodding to his still erect shaft. It wasn’t a question. It was a simple statement of fact. “I can help.”
“I don’t need your help,” boasted the Shetland pony. “In fact, I was just about to take care of it”—he nodded to his member—“when you interrupted us.”
“Not very likely,” I said. “And, even if you had somehow managed to penetrate my friend here”—I nodded to the bound stallion by my side—“that would make you gay.”
My comment had the desired effect.
“I’m not gay!” claimed the Shetland pony. The other stallions chuckled but fell silent when he glared at them. He may have been small, but he knew how to handle his men—or horses, whatever.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
There was another round of muffled laughter. This time, not even the leader’s glare could silence the stallions.
“I’m not GAY!” he growled, his anger flaring. He was on edge, which meant that my plan was working.
“Are you trying to convince them or yourself?” I asked, nodding to the laughing stallions.
The Shetland pony opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to the punch.
“I have a proposition. A way for you to prove that you’re not gay.”
The small equine’s anger was replaced by hopefulness.
“In order to prove that you’re straight, you must have sex with a female,” I said. “And since I’m the only female here…” I let the thought trail off.
I could sense the Shetland pony was about to speak. If that happened, my plan could very well come crashing down around me. I needed to retain control.
“You could rape me, but that won’t do much good,” I explained. “You need to make love to me. Only then will you succeed in proving your heterosexuality. I’m willing to have sex with you… on one condition.”
I paused long enough for everyone to grow uncomfortable with the silence.
“I’ll have sex with you,” I finally said, “but only if you promise to release both my friend and me.”
The Shetland pony took a moment to consider my proposal. I could tell he was leaning in favor of refusing and that scared me. Luckily, my fellow captive did something that probably saved both of our lives.
“Gay!” he said. It was such an unexpected exclamation that all four of the Shetland pony’s goons burst out laughing. The leader glared at them, then turned to me and nodded.
“All right,” he said through gritted teeth. “I agree to your proposal.”