Horse Ride Time.

I would happen to have the left over horses from the State Fair. The accident occurred late that night on I-95. I was driving my truck. I pulled over at the scene. A foreman with the traveling fair was cursing amidst the rainfall. No one was injured yet the trailer carrying the merry-go-round jack knifed. The platform was off the trailer. Several plastic horse pieces were thrown, too. As he cursed and waved his arms, telling all was ruined, he shared insurance would cover. He picked up one horse. He told me how it went on a pole. Large holdings kept it in place. When all together; the merry-go-round went round and round to the music. As each pole went up and down the riders, mostly children with moms and dads, would travel the deck.
During that night I was standing at the grassy ditch of I-95. Other vehicles passed the Southbound lane. The foreman showed how the large, plastic horse was no longer useful for the merry-go-round. He and his crew would need go around this night and pick up tossed about pieces. I kindly listened and offered to assist them.
I noted some merry-go-round horses were not so stove up. I offered to load them on my pick up truck. I even had some coffee. I was with a take out order of coffee. I had some cups from a all-night convenience store. A little honey goes further than bitter words. I offered the cardboard cups to the men. Already they seemed tired. They shared the show they did up in a state called Maine. Kids screaming and the crew collecting money. After putting everything away and hitting the road none of the crew was in the mood for an accident. Rainfall was getting worse.
As a tow truck was on the scene, much later, a state trooper arrived as well. The foreman came over. Rainfall was heavy, at best.
"Geez, friend, thanks. Coffee sure was good, too. Damn! I sure needed that. We got it all from here. Thanks again." We shook hands and I left.
I had been working on the merry-go-round horses, off and on, for quite a few weeks, now. On account of the damage I was salvaging some for various parts. Other sections were tossed away, entirely. I used an electric jig saw. Drawing my lines I was cutting each hollow merry-go-round horse at length. I was cutting him in half. I added reinforcement, edge work and hinges. Now each section could be opened and closed. I already did the bondo and screening for repairing broken sections to each piece. I finished each with a sharp paint job. Gone were the bright yellow, orange, stray blue and flowery green. In place was the regular tanned brown. I even made the tail realistic, as a horse would have. Yeah', I seem nutty, don't I?
It was that time. L.N. and R.N. were back. They were out of town for some time with family and friends. I guess there was also time for R.N. to place in more job resumes'. Snickering little L.N. went along so R.N. would not feel alone. As they were gone they also got in touch with family, out of town. That only gave me time for preparing, anyway.
During their arrival we hugged and kissed a great deal. They each brought in luggage they shared, a large suitcase. As they came inside they shared how stressed they were from the long, long bus ride back. After supper, later I made a proposal.
Both L.N. and R.N. were thin and young. Before supper they were standing at my open air kitchen, Outside, immediately, was a grassy stretch. Not really what you refer to as a lawn, some neighbor allowed a horse to graze there. Hey, this is a Pacific Island. The habits are very, very different. I mean, who would expect a horse to be seen, grazing next to your kitchen? As the girls were tired from travel I made them dinner. I did overhear them speak of the horse, being a stallion. That meant he was a male horse. The two girls asked one another how the horses went about breeding. L.N. was laughing, lightly, in hushed tones, over how huge a stallion must be. R.N. said some off-worded remark. She said something about what it would be to be a mare. Now a mare is a female horse. "Oh," L.N. agreed. "And just take it? Get over this stress we have from traveling?" The girls were standing at my large screens, looking outwardly. My kitchen is very large, much so. I had a radio playing low yet could hear them speaking as they did. While the two girls came from the window I heard R.N. make a hush noise. L.N. only giggled.
"Are you girls with the giggles?" I asked. "I noted R.N. turn red faced. L.N. shook her face no. "Oh, we feel silly," she explained.
"Too much time on the road."
Knowing what was discussed I told the dinner time would help them relax. I even promised something after supper time to help them relax further. R.N. raised a brow, as if enticed.
After supper I placed each girl under trance.
While I deepened the trance state I then left them standing there. They were each in my living room area. I had special music E.M.G. had sent. It was playing in the back ground. As they listened, feeling perfect and being perfectly still, I left for a moment.
Some think normal, casual thoughts. I, instead dwell on the odd or unusual. I came back with one and then the other large, plastic, hollow merry-go-round horse I had repaired during their absence. Clicking my fingers I convinced R.N. and L.N. they needed undress. They each did. With their clothing puddled on my wrap around sofa I helped each to get up into the now open horse units. I had laid a thin blanket within each so they would not be uncomfortable.
With each girl stepping into the hollow rear leg openings I had each of my girls lay forward, on her tummy. I then closed the lid, so to speak, to the horse shell. The rear of the horse costume was made with a cut away. Each girl within it had her rear end exposed. You could clearly see her ass cheeks as well as the lines to her vaginal opening. From behind, each girl was wide open, this way. Each girl was mine!
Before closing the lid I told each tender girl she was dreaming her fantasy. She was now a horse. She was going to be mated with a strong, viral stallion and enjoy it all. I had each girl bite down on a sock. Sealed inside the horse shell plan one was under way.
In time, the horse, still walking about, just beyond my kitchen window, was now being led inside. I led him in. The costumes, the reinforced horse shells, revealed horses with tails lifted. I took liberty to spray about female horse urine from each girls' horse shell as the stallion stood there, waiting. I stepped back and watched. Would this work?
I took pictures with my digital cam as the stallion sniffed the back end of each female horse, as the case was made to be. The horse shell containing L.N. was mounted, first.
I heard muffled screams from within as the stallion later pressed his eighteen inch penis within L.N.'s vaginal entry. The stallion was with head bent forward, front legs outwardly. He was arching as he thrust in deeper. After so much time- he later lost interest. While within her L.N. was quieted. I could still hear her heavy breathing. As the stallion yanked out L.N. made a gagging, muffled scream. It was a scream that one would make, like from behind a towel.
The stallion came and sniffed the horse costume R.N. was held prisoner in. As the stallion pressed inside R.N. was making some noises! I could hear her thrashing about. In time, as the stallion was deep within, R.N. was quieted. All I heard was heavy breathing. I also heard mumbling yet no intelligent voice. After a while and some time the stallion was thrusting. After so much time, longer, he came.
While yanking out, at a funny, awkward, angle, I heard R.N. make a muffled scream. As the stallion dismounted R.N.'s horse shell, I was witnessing horse come like never seen. Globs and what appeared as streams of spermicidal fluid poured out, for a time, from L.N.'s crotch. I watched, before quickly leading the horse back out.
With the horse gone, tied back to a tree, I was in, working on my two girls. L.N. was seemingly out cold. R.N. was sobbing. I spoke to R.N. telling her I was here to protect and make her feel secure. Snapping my fingers I told her take a nap. I lifted her out and placed her on the floor. I took the blanket out of the horse shell, also. I placed the blanket on my bed. I then placed R.N. upon the blanket. Lying her on her side I put a pillow between her knees. I could see, clearly, she needed to drain out. This was not some shoot em' up Hollywood movie. I could not simply have action and then ride away to the sunset. I needed rectify.
In bed R.N. was moving about. She told me her insides hurt. I snapped my fingers. Putting her into deeper trance I reminded she wanted make love to a horse. I then explained we had made love. It was next R.N. wearily lifted hands and touched my face.
"Oh, Haxsaw. Is this our secret? Please? Do you really?"
It made nonsense, what she just told yet I went along with her mental ride. I kissed her cheek as her hands caressed my face and chin.
"Only you, R.N. Our little special secret. I can feel it too." At this R.N. smiled. It was a sweet, satisfied smile. Her hands touched me, more so. It was if she was groping me. As though she met, for the first time. I kissed her lips and told her to rest. I snapped my fingers and her eyes closed.
Back out in the living room I could see L.N. was sleeping well. I put away the other horse costume R.N. was mated in. I returned to lift L.N. from the second horse shell. I commanded L.N. open her eyes. She did. Walking her nude frame upstairs I explained she dreamed a fantasy of making love to a horse. She said very little. In her bedroom, upstairs, she went to sleep, quickly. As she lay under the sheets I did ask what she thought of the dream. She looked at me as though disillusioned.
"Haxsaw... You are so huge." I told her go to sleep. Downstairs the second horse shell was cleaned and placed away, like the first. I was with rubber gloves, mopping up the living room floor. I even had a fan on, to air the place out. I could see, outside, the owner to the horse came to take him back for home. I am not certain yet perhaps that horse was grinning.
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