"My Final Story For B.f. "sensual Enough"" written by K.Rooste
“Sensual-Erotic-X-treme”
Traveling the great southwest, Ken and his very good friend Dennis drove the old way using “Route 66”, a two lane road that ran the length of the country. Their vacations was to be for three weeks, as it offered many interesting sights and places to photograph, the wildest of these was a small circus and carnival.
Parking his red Corvette carefully off to the far side of the dirty parking lot, Dennis wanted no door chips to help him remember the fun things about their trip.
Only a few cars were parked in the lot, but this did not disway the two friends from paying the five bucks to enter, as all rides were then free.
Ken remarked of how much more there was inside the outer fence than he imagined. He looked about, eager to try some of the rides, the wilder the better for him.
Dennis was more the gambler, he motioned for Ken to find his thrill, while he walked over to the coin toss, and began to try his luck.
After several rides Ken was feeling a bit sick to his stomach and thought it neat for a chili hot dog, bathed in white onions and a root beer. Looking around for a vendor, his thirst was suddenly forgotten when he saw Dennis walk into a tent with a sign above the door that read what was inside, “Sensual-Erotic-X-treme.”
Dennis stopped just before entering the tent, Ken watched while shaking his head in some disbelief, watching as Dennis pulled a fist full of religious track from a back pocket, he then walked into the devilish den to try and reform those within.
Ken and Dennis were good friends since their youth, but it was Dennis that was the more outgoing and had religion. He would quite often try to bring different people to know their sin, wishing they would repent and believe.
Ken on the other hand was not a hard core believer, his outlook of faith and religion in general could barely fill a sewing thimble. Knowing what was likely inside the big yellow tent, Ken walked quickly inside with the thought of saving Dennis from some angered and insulted people.
Once inside his sense of smell was tantalized by harsh cigar smoke, and a musky odor he thought as being some type of heavy sensual perfume. Ken ambled slowly toward where Dennis stood, seeing he was already having a heated debate with a tall young woman dressed in an animal suit pretending to be a Pony Girl.
The drastic dimming of light inside the tent varied greatly from the bright sunshine just outside the tent flap. Ken was having some difficult seeing as he gave a cautious look around, wondering if anyone else was watching Dennis and his confrontation with the cute and sexy looking Pony Girl. When his eyes did adjust he saw Dennis hugging the woman, she embracing, as the two walked further into an enclosed section of the bigger tent.
This looked suspicious to Ken, as few who ever were confronted by Dennis and his hard core and brash manners of religion, became then friendly and affectionate.
Ken followed, remaining cautious and not ready to just openly trust anyone that felt friendly, especially of those who worked for a circus or carnival side show.
Flipping open the black flap to the separate section of the big yellow tent, Ken stepped inside. He saw Dennis standing and talking to the sensual looking Pony Girl, both standing with their backs to Ken, but as he could see they were holding hands.
She then motioned for Dennis to follower her into another and more private enclosure. As she stepped inside and out sight to Ken, he saw Dennis hesitate, then turn to step inside, but what astonished Ken was seeing Dennis holding in his hand what looking like a glass of beer.
Dennis took a small sip of his glass of beer, as then stepped quickly to follow the Pony Girl. This was very odd, as Dennis was so devote a man that he considered booze in general was the drink of the Devil.
Ken then entered, and once inside he stood with mouth open, his eyes wide, and watched in disbelief as in front of a seated, beer sipping Dennis, the Pong Girl was doing her lust inspiring dance about a red felt covered tent pole.
The dancer worked her one man audience, getting his complete attention with high kicks and then an occasional waist bend, turning her rump to face Dennis, and making her pony tail flick to the right; this granting the rank view of what had to be makeup resembling the black vulva of a pony mare.
Even from a distance the mock vulva looked extra real, it appeared to be moist with anticipation, as she tried to allure a man into becoming as if a true beast. Ken stood in the corner shadows watching, seeing as he too stared at the pony like rump, seeing how it looked, being glistening as if moist, this being her way to entice men into sexual excitement.
Now as Ken peered with his own sense of excitement, the room became extra eerie. He felt as if a static electric charge was in the air, prickling him all over from head to toes.
All eyes were on the Pony Girl dancer, she kept a close eye on Dennis, seeing if her dancing was turning him on, building a sensual response that she wanted to portray.
Dancing provocatively, she did high kicks, tail flicking, and swinging sensually about the tent pole as if it were some enraged male shaft made for her pleasure. She saw Dennis slipping into her web, his wide eyes told of a building desire and lust to want her in sensual and even sexual ways.
Ken saw how Dennis was acting as if he too felt the static charge. He would squirm and wiggle, reaching a free hand behind him to vehemently scratch at his lower back. His itchiness seemed to get much worse when the dancer repeated her display of a seductive equine shaped, and then winking vagina.
She too had whipped herself into a heightened frenzy of sexual excitement. This Ken knew what was coming but poor sensually ignorant Dennis had not a clue. As she bent way over, displaying her offering, the moist looking vulva spit drips and dribbles of her female juices onto her small round stage.
As she did this the dancer kicked a leg backwards, flinging it high into the air, this and her vagina worked together; literally spitting out marble sized globs of her juices into the air. These seemed to float like bubbles, holding of a second or two before dropping to the grassy carpet resembling a wad of used spit.
Dennis sat there intently watching the dancer and her every sensual move. Then, when she launched her vaginal bubbles into the air, he tossed his glass of beer to the ground, leaping up with an opened mouth; looking like a dog going after a treat from his master.
Ken could actually hear the snap of teeth and jaw catching the sensual morsel. He watched as after Dennis caught his tasty delight, he crumpled down to be sitting on his knees. Eyes closed tight, while his tongue busily swishing the captured treasure to all taste buds for the ultimate enjoyment.
Seeing how Dennis might be injured by his sudden leap, and then crashing to land on his knees; Ken took a step forward with thought to be of help to his friend. Instead, from behind another tent flap walked in this really wild looking animal woman, she all gussied up to resemble a Tiger woman.
Announcing her name aloud, “Mandy” she offered a paw like hand down to Dennis, helping an obviously shaken man to stand, and the without a word, the two walked together into her section of the tent.
This was too, too strange for Ken to accept, he forgot about the Pony Girl dancer, and walked from his dark corner toward the tent flap and ready to go after Dennis.
He got halfway across the small dance area when from out of the darkness she jumped at Ken, knocking him to the ground, and came to sit on his chest, legs spread wide, and leaning back on her hooflets hands, she gave a close eyeball display of a very real pony mare vulva to Ken.
Stunned and breathless, Ken picked up his head, tilting it forward, as the Pony Girl laughed and wiggled her hips. The slight wiggle was all she needed as Ken watched his nose press in past those very real pony mare lips made for sex and sensual enjoyment.
The Pony Girl said nothing, but moving herself closer brought Ken to have his nose and then mouth into contact with the moistened and dribbling vulva.
Ken was near stunned and astonished, his nose sniffed the musky scent, as his mouth opened just far enough to have a lusty tongue reach out, and slip in, taking to licking at her flowing juices.
It had been some space of time since Ken had oral pleasures with a woman. As he felt his tongue move and lick involuntarily, a purple halo resembling the rays of a midnight view of the aurora borealis danced, encompassing his head and face, enveloping him from head to toes.
The seeping juices became thicker, as if a mixed blend of spent semen and that what she spit from her vulva. It brought a memory back of his mother serving Tapioca pudding, but it smelled then sweeter, having the same soft pearls as the half congealed and spent semen from some other poor jock.
She seemed to be enthralled with the sensations given her by Ken as his tongue did a through cleaning of added juices deposited by others in her privates.
In as much Ken began to think of this as being fun, while giving up any thought of Dennis. This had become a matter of sexual preferences, the dancer wanted her style of pleasure, and Ken did not mind how she did it either!
Yet there he was, lying flat out, as Ken pressed and weaseling his face deeper into the black folds of an equine shaped vulva. The slimy sensation began to move past his lips and mouth, working to surround his head, flowing about his shoulders, down arms, and over the chest, torso, and legs to his feet.
Ken became as if a man drunk from the sassy juices of this strange animal woman. His mind and mental process seemed to stop, all thoughts and thinking ceased, Ken moved and did as some greater power demanded, this leaving him to be totally violated by this seductress.
The passing thought of having a dry mouth and lips feeling parched helped Ken to awake, he discovering himself as being then naked and tied, hands and wrists to a vertically standing wood plank.
A quick look around made note he was inside some darkened tent, with not a sole around. As he tried to break his bonds, Ken blinked his eyes, they like the eyelids and his entire face coated in dried crusting semen and juices from that wild sexy dancer. He felt a chill from growing fear, knowing he was in deep shit trouble. Looking around, he noted a strange glimmer to his shoulders and chest, giving a dusty appearance.
The returning memory of actively doing his utmost to clean and tickling the Pony Girl female fancy made him shudder and long even more for a drink of anything wet.
Hearing the voice of the woman dancer talking to someone had Ken anxious to try and explain things, wishing to be free and ready to jump into the Corvette and speed away; whether Dennis accompanied him, or not!
Then the tent flap parted and walking toward Ken was the cute and sexy Pony Girl, she stripped of any clothing, was more sensuous, and alluring to Ken than of any woman he had ever seen. Along with her was another woman, she had some tight fitted clothing, looking very suggestive, and alluring as well. She resembled being part piggy sow and woman, having an up turned snout, pig ears, and eight “D’ sized tits poking from the front of her torso.
They conversed about Ken as if he were something of their property, not having any rights, and as if unconcerned about what he thought or might want.
The Piggy woman stepped right up to Ken and took his pecker in her hands. She squeezed it, fondling her fingers to bring Ken into a full erection.
Ken was beside himself, feeling an instant lusty desire to want for mating with any female available. He could feel her fondling his pecker she had warm hands, thought somewhat toughened skin, and each finger ended in a sharp little hoof instead of a fingernail.
She then grabbed at his balls with her free hand; squeezing them and rolling them around in her grip, making them ache something awful.
Ken was feeling so very desiring to mate, that with his prick at full ready he went wild eyed seeing the Pony Girl back her rump to where she impaled his pecker into her vulva. Ken being rather immobile, tied to the wood plank; she then took to moving her hips, stroking Ken into his first feeling a desired for animalistic pleasures. Neither, Ken or his lusty lover broke their strides, while Miss Piggy watched for a time, and without a word, then turned to leave them to their orgy play.
Needless to say, Ken was sweating and nervous, feeling anxious for what he felt, wanting more. Wishing it would continue forever; but upon hearing a blood curdling scream that sounded as if to be Dennis in pain and agony, the bubble of passion burst.
The Pony Girl worked more on Ken, trying her best to keep his attention on her and forgetting any concern for a friend. Unknown to any but Ken and Dennis, they were such close friends; it took a lot to keep either from being considerate of the other.
That itchy sensation began to infect Ken, he felt as if coated in a layer of light sand or dust. His mind was kept busy with the sensation of passion, forgetting all else, until he realized the itchy dusty look was a thickening pelt of hair sprouting and growing from his bodies’ skin.
As what he could see being tied as he was, Ken raised his head to gawk, notating the growing hairs that then coated his shoulders and chest.
Pony Girl moaned suggesting that the way Ken had his prong was delightful to her. He too liked the feelings, but was thinking more of Dennis and how he screamed. His lover moaned more seductively, urging ken to bring his attention back to mating.
At last she could not get Ken to put his all into mating, while his shaft began to wilt, softening, until it slipped like some Python from her vagina.
Agitated, the Pony Girl pumped her pelvis, surging from her womb the spent semen from a changing Kenneth.
Grumbling of her insult, she took both hands filled with her juices and his semen, and maybe some from another she had enjoyed earlier; slapping it in the face of Ken and smearing all over his head.
Then as if her whole demeanor changed, she spoke in a soft manner, repeating it to him over, and over again, insisting he should be then willing or wanting to do anything she said.
"My you are a handsome man, but you want to love me as if I and you were animals. Your actions shall be those of an animal in rut, licking, sniffing me, and now sucking like some colt on his mama mare. I think of you as my pony, a loving and lusty young stud. You have assaulted my body, showing your beastly side, and I like it, would you like for me to help bring out the animal in you?”
As if his mind was still wandering, wondering of Dennis and his plight, Ken groaned softly, “Yes please, you say and it shall be so!”
Suddenly, from where Dennis had followed the Tiger woman, he burst out from there, screaming to run, he being naked and looking near the same as he was before.
He stopped as Dennis came to stand between Ken and the Pony Girl. He was going to speak to Ken, but seeing just a fading remnant of his former friend, Dennis apologizing said he was sorry, but he had to leave that place right then.
An upset man standing naked before Ken reached his hands to touch at a chest and shoulders covered in hair similar to a pony in winter. Ken felt his touch, it made him feel strange, while also proud of his hairy body, it feeling exceptionally stronger than how he felt just a few hours before.
The want to speak a word of comfort and friendship to Dennis rolled out of Ken as a high pitched whinny.
This surprised Ken, his eyes showed their white rims as he began to realize his humanity had waned, changing and degrading from human excellence; becoming by then in part that of a Dun colored pony and stallion.
“Enough,” denounced the Pony Girl, she stepping between Dennis and her lover Ken.
She took a firm grip to the changed shaft on Ken, giving it a pull, as she grabbed at Dennis. He flinched when she took his shaft in her strong hand, then looking down with a face filled of horror, he watched as his shaft met the of Ken, once both were together the purple halo spread from on to the other encompassing all three of them.
An angered Pony Girl looked Dennis in the eyes, making then some mental connection between him and her. Dennis screamed, turning he ran from the tent never to return, leaving Ken to his ultimate fate. Ken to become a sex toy for the animal women of the circus. His body then began to change in radical succession, arms became as forelegs, wrists as fetlocks, and fingers merged and seemingly melted into black hoofs.
Seduction and passion pushed Ken past caring for Dennis, or even any wish to return to home and live as a son, friend, and human.
Dennis, naked as he was got into the Corvette, finding the spare valet key, started the big engine, and with a flurry of rocks and dust he drove away.
The Pony Girl had put the fear of the Devil into Dennis; he wanted only to forget the entire situation, even his good friend, as if knowing he left Ken to become an animal for the rest of his natural life.
23 years old as a man, Ken was as a three year old pony, mature, and being a virile stallion. He stood on all fours, looking just like any Welsh Mountain breed of pony, maybe with the exception of his sleek and slender new self.
Ken gave up everything, but from his demon indoctrination he became quite willing to be and live as if a true born animal. His manners and morals slipped away, he thought little of anyone else, and even less fro himself.
He spent much of each day as a come on to foolish men and or women, they finding the magical ways of the circus animal women kept the circus well supplied with strong animals to work and be at play.
Dennis went back to his home, informing of Ken as he had joined a small circus, finding the women there as alluring and his kind of people.
He married, and after their first year of life together the wife of Dennis was enthralled with a wild lust for them having sex. She would entice her husband into the bedroom before dusk, remaining together, locked in intercourse until near dawn. Their relationship was that of a loving husband and a lusting but generally obedient wife.
On their tenth wedding anniversary, the two took a country drive, discovering a small wandering carnival and circus, one having a big sign boasting of Pony Ken and his playmates, at the sideshow, “Sensual-Erotic-X-treme.”
Pamela wanted to stop and see the attraction, but Dennis sped up and drove on down the road. He remembered it all too well, seeing a Dun colored pony stallion standing out front the main gate, he busily rutting a roan mare for all she was worth.
The End ! ...
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