shenko and spitey (mythology) created by lizardlars
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Nose Deep in Horse Ass

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Had the pleasure of meeting up with Spitey while in Germany for a trip, he's someone I knew about and wanted to see for a long time. Got to finally see him face to face in a rural village where we had a couple of drinks at a nearby pub. We chatted about some of the shenanigans we got up to before in our lives, our childhood mischiefs and our naughty adult affairs. We then came round to the subject our mutual love for horses, where he shared an interesting story about being forced to sniff one's arse for not paying his bill. We both laughed, though I nervously looked at my wallet and hoped I had enough to pay for this one so that there wasn't a repeat but Spitey insisted he had money for the drinks on this occasion. He then told me about a farm just outside the village with prize winning horses that the owner shows off at fairs, he didn't need to convince me to tag along for a sneak peek at them that much, I was curious to see what they looked like.

Once we got to the farm, Spitey opened the door to the barn and ushered me inside. I was a bit concerned that the farmer may still be around but Spitey insisted that he was either fast asleep or was away on business, as he didn't see or hear him at all when scouting the place. When we got inside we got to see the finest looking steed I've ever laid eyes on, far bigger than my whole body with it's ass in plain view. Was quite the sight to see...until we heard a door slam behind us. And the pump of a shotgun.

The farmer caught us both red-handed, ordered us both to strip for him while he got a bundle of rope from a nearby railing. After he was done binding our hands behind our backs, he put the shotgun away and started pondering what he would do with us, now that we were both vulnerable.

He guided the horse out of his pen, positioning his ass in front of me and walked around behind me in front of Spitey. I didn't know what he was up to but with the sound of a fly unzipping and a belt buckle hitting the barn floor, I took a well educated guess. Next thing I knew, I heard the sounds of Spitey sucking his dick and I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me and my muzzle deep into his prize horse's taint.

We must have both been here for hours...I wouldn't really know I've lost track of time. I've lost my senses to this horse ass, it's smell has made me so musk drunk I can't think about anything else...so smelly...so earthy... I love...never want to leave...~

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