slithering horsey fun

Oliver had always found something oddly fascinating about the way mares carried themselves. The way their tails swished, the gentle curve of their hindquarters, and the way their muscles flexed as they galloped across the fields. It was something that had drawn his gaze countless times as he lurked in the shadows of the forest that bordered the quiet town of Wheelsy. His gold eyes, unblinking and intense, studied the creatures from afar, not with the hunger of a predator, but with a peculiar curiosity that was uniquely his own.

One sunny afternoon, as the golden light danced through the leaves above, Oliver caught sight of a mare that had strayed from its herd. She grazed lazily, oblivious to his presence. Her glossy coat glistened with sweat, a testament to the warmth of the day. He felt a strange warmth in his chest, a feeling he had learned to associate with his unique desires. His eyes wandered over her body, taking in the details that set her apart from the humans he had encountered. There was something about her that called to him, something that made him feel alive in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Oliver slithered closer, his movements fluid and silent. The mare's ears twitched, but she did not flee. Instead, she turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and wariness. He knew that he could not simply approach her as he had with the humans. They were too different, too wild. He would need to be more cunning, more seductive in his approach. He began to emit a soft, almost melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The mare's eyes grew heavier, and she took a tentative step closer, drawn in by the sound.

As the hum grew louder, Oliver felt his body begin to change. His cute, small form began to elongate, his skin taking on a metallic sheen. His limbs grew more slender, his hands and feet morphing into something more akin to a serpent's. His short black hair grew out, wrapping around his body to form a series of tendrils that writhed and coiled of their own accord. His gold eyes remained the same, but now they were filled with a determination that was anything but innocent.

The mare's curiosity had turned into a trance-like fascination. She took another step closer, drawn in by the mesmerizing display before her. Oliver knew that this was his chance. He had studied the mares for so long, he knew their anatomy almost as well as he knew his own. He had seen them breed with stallions, their bodies changing to accommodate the offspring that would surely come. And now, it was his turn to be the one to plant the seed.

With a flick of his newfound tendrils, he shot one towards the unsuspecting mare, aiming for the tender spot just behind her ear. It coiled around her neck, not tightly enough to constrict, but firmly enough to keep her in place. The mare whinnied softly, a sound that was part surprise, part pleasure. Oliver's smile grew wider, his fangs glinting in the dappled sunlight. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered sweet nothings in a language she could not understand, but seemed to respond to on a primal level.

Sensing her compliance, he moved behind her, his lower body now a writhing mass of tentacles. He positioned himself carefully, aligning his new appendages with her delicate form. With a gentle push, he slid one into her pussy, feeling the warm, wet embrace that was so different from human flesh. The mare's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan that was more human than equine. He pushed another into her anus, the tightness there providing a new kind of thrill for him. Her body quivered, and he knew he had her completely under his spell.

Oliver began to pump his tentacles in and out of her, feeling the tension build in his own body. He reveled in the sensation of her muscles contracting around him, the way she squirmed and whinnied as he filled her completely. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that made his own desires burn even hotter. He watched her intently, his gold eyes gleaming with excitement as her breathing grew rapid and shallow. He knew that she was close to climax, and he was eager to bring her to that peak.

With a sudden surge of power, he sent a burst of his alien essence into her, the force of it causing her to buck and cry out. The tendrils inside her began to pulse, delivering wave after wave of pleasure that she had never before experienced. Her body responded instinctively, her hips moving to meet his rhythm as he claimed her completely. The ground beneath them trembled with the intensity of their coupling, the sounds of their passion echoing through the stillness of the forest.

Oliver's hand drifted down to her rump, and he began to spank her, his palm coming down in firm, rhythmic slaps that made her flesh jiggle enticingly. Each smack sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, and she found herself pushing back against him, eager for more. The sting of his hand on her sensitive skin only served to heighten her arousal, making her whinny and moan with every thrust.

The mare's eyes rolled back in her head as Oliver's tentacles plunged in and out of her with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He had never felt such a powerful connection with a creature before, and it was intoxicating. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, the way her body moved with his, creating a symphony of sensation that seemed to resonate deep within his very soul.

He picked up the pace, his tentacles moving faster and faster, each thrust more demanding than the last. The sound of his spanking hand meeting her ass filled the air, a punctuation to the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Her whinnies grew louder, more desperate, as she neared the brink of an orgasm that would be like nothing she had ever felt before. Oliver felt his own climax building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him.

With a final, guttural roar, he unleashed a torrent of fertile sperm into her. Gallons of the thick, slithering fluid filled her womb and anus, a sensation that was as strange as it was intense. The mare's eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed in pleasure, her legs giving out beneath her. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in waves as she reached the peak of her climax. The force of his release was so great that it pushed her to the ground, her legs splayed out and trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

As the mare lay there, panting and exhausted, Oliver retracted his tentacles, his body reverting back to its charming, small form. He looked down at her, his gold eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The creature beneath him was no longer just a mare; she was now a vessel for his progeny, a host to the alien life he so desperately craved to spread. He knew that the townsfolk would notice her condition soon enough, and that they would likely be horrified by what they saw. But he didn't care. This was his mission, his purpose.

Just as he was about to slip away, a small voice pierced the quiet of the glade. "Mister, what are you doing to the horse?" Oliver's head snapped up, his heart racing. A little girl, no more than seven years old, stood at the edge of the clearing, her wide eyes filled with curiosity and innocence. She was dressed in a simple white sundress, her hair in pigtails, and she held a small bouquet of wildflowers in her hand.

He had not seen her approach, so focused was he on his newest conquest. Panic flared within him for a moment, but he quickly schooled his features into a friendly smile. "Why, I'm just helping her feel better," he said, his voice as smooth as the leaves that crunched beneath his feet as he stepped away from the mare. "Would you like to see something amazing?"

The little girl took a step forward, her curiosity piqued. "Ama... amazing?" she stuttered, her voice filled with wonder. Oliver's smile grew wider, his fangs still visible. "Yes, something that feels so good you'll never want it to stop," he cooed, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew that children were often more open to new experiences, less jaded by the horrors of the world.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent one of his tendrils out towards her, the tip glowing with a warm, inviting light. "Just let it touch you," he instructed, his voice now a seductive purr. The tendril hovered in the air, swaying gently as if beckoning her closer. The mare, still in the throes of her own pleasure, made no move to stop him.

The little girl took another tentative step forward, her eyes locked on the glowing tendril. It hovered closer to her, and she reached out with trembling fingers to touch it. The moment her skin made contact, she gasped, her eyes going wide with wonder. A feeling of pure bliss surged through her body, like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending had been set alight with a gentle warmth that spread from her fingertips all the way to her toes.

"Follow me," Oliver murmured, his voice now a mesmerizing siren's song that seemed to resonate within her very bones. She found herself unable to resist, her legs moving of their own accord as she followed the tendril into the dense underbrush of the forest. The trees closed in around them, casting deep shadows that seemed to hide secrets and mysteries that only Oliver knew.

He led her to a hidden clearing, a place where the sunlight barely reached, and the air was thick with the scent of moss and damp earth. There, his true form emerged from the shadows, his body elongating and his skin rippling with an eerie bioluminescence. The little girl's eyes grew wider still, but fear did not enter her heart. Instead, she felt a strange sense of awe, a yearning to be closer to this creature that promised her such unimaginable pleasure.

"Take off your clothes," he instructed, his voice now a command that seemed to resonate deep within her, stripping away any lingering hesitation. She obeyed, her tiny hands fumbling with the buttons of her sundress. The fabric fell away, revealing her small, unblemished body. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning her with a hunger that was no longer hidden.

"Now, bend over for me," he said, his tone still gentle, but with an undeniable edge of dominance. The girl did as she was told, her small frame folding over at the waist. Her pigtails swung forward, brushing against her bare legs as she bent over a fallen log. Oliver's tendrils grew more agitated, eager to explore the new plaything before him.

He approached her from behind, his gold eyes gleaming with excitement. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a tentacle to coil around her waist, holding her in place with a surprising gentleness. The tendrils at the end of it began to probe at her anus, pressing lightly at the entrance. She whimpered, but it was not a sound of fear or pain. Instead, it was a soft, eager sound, one that told him she was ready.

Oliver pushed the tip of one tentacle into her, and she gasped at the sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, a strange mix of pressure and pleasure that seemed to expand her very being. He pushed it in deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her tightness. The little girl's eyes watered, but she did not pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her body arching back to meet him.

The tentacle grew thicker, filling her more completely, stretching her open in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her whimpers grew louder, but they were not cries of pain. They were the sounds of a creature discovering a new kind of ecstasy, one that was alien and overwhelming. Oliver watched her face, the way her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened in silent cries of pleasure. He knew that she was experiencing something beyond her wildest dreams, and it only made him more eager to claim her completely.

As he pushed deeper, he could feel her body adjusting to his alien touch, her muscles clenching around him in a way that was both inviting and a challenge. He knew that he could not take her in the same way he had the mare, not yet. But he could still give her a taste of the pleasure that awaited her. He began to pump the tentacle in and out of her, his movements growing more confident as he felt her body respond. She pushed back against him, her small frame quivering with each thrust.

Oliver watched her intently, his gold eyes never leaving hers. He could see the confusion in her gaze, the way she tried to make sense of the sensations that were flooding her young body. But there was also something else there, something that told him she was not just enduring this but craving it. He reached out with another tentacle, this one thinner and more delicate, and traced it along the lips of her sex. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he parted her folds and found the swollen bud of her clit.

"Who's daddy's babygirl?" he whispered, his voice a seductive caress that seemed to bypass her mind and go straight to her core. She whined, her hips bucking back against him. "Tell me," he urged, his voice a little harsher now, the tendril on her clit moving in tight circles. "Say it. Say you're daddy's babygirl."

The little girl's breath hitched in her throat, the words strange and foreign on her lips. But she knew what he wanted to hear, and the thought of pleasing him sent a thrill through her body. "I-I'm daddy's babygirl," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. The moment she said it, the tendril inside her clenched, sending a bolt of pleasure through her that was so intense she almost collapsed.

Oliver's eyes lit up with triumph, his smile growing even wider. "That's right," he purred, his voice like a warm caress. "And now, my little babygirl, it's time for you to experience something truly amazing." With that, he sent another tentacle to probe at her entrance, sliding it alongside the one already embedded in her ass. She gasped as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate him, her body protesting for just a moment before giving in to the overwhelming sensation.

The tendrils inside her began to pulse in unison, their movements sending waves of pleasure through her body that seemed to build upon each other, growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. The little girl could feel herself getting closer and closer to something she had never experienced before, something that seemed to be just out of reach. "Please," she begged, her voice high and needy. "More, daddy, I need more."

Oliver's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement as he watched her squirm and beg. He knew that he had her now, that she was fully under his control. He began to pump his tentacles in and out of her with more vigor, the sounds of their coupling echoing through the quiet forest. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," he cooed, his voice a sinister melody that seemed to drive her wild. "You're doing so well, my little babygirl." The tendril on her clit grew thicker, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to make her legs tremble. She whined, her voice a sweet symphony of need that only served to fuel his own desires. He felt his own climax building, the pressure in his body reaching a crescendo that was almost painful.

"Do you want to give daddy babies?" he asked, his tone a silken whisper that seemed to caress her very soul. The little girl's eyes snapped open, her mind racing with the implications of his words. But the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming for her to think clearly. All she knew was that she wanted to please him, to give him what he wanted.

Her voice was breathy, a soft moan of need as she nodded her head. "Y-yes, daddy. I want to give you babies." The words spilled from her lips, a declaration that seemed to resonate through her very being. Oliver's smile grew wider still, his eyes lighting up with triumph. He knew he had her now, that she was fully under his spell.

With a gentle, yet firm push, he slid one of his tentacles into her tight, virgin pussy. The little girl's body jolted, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her eyes rolling back in her head. He paused for a moment, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to thrust.

"Who's daddy's babygirl?" he repeated, his voice a mix of tenderness and dominance. The little girl could barely breathe, her body a whirlwind of sensation. "I'm daddy's babygirl," she managed to gasp out, her voice filled with a need she didn't fully understand.

Oliver's tentacles responded to her words, moving with a new urgency. They plunged into her, one in her pussy, one in her ass, filling her completely. The pressure was immense, the sensation so intense it bordered on pain, but she didn't want it to stop. "Yesss," he hissed, his eyes alight with pleasure. "Tell me you want to give me babies."

The little girl's eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing beneath him. "I-I want to give you babies," she moaned, the words torn from her throat as she felt her orgasm approaching like a freight train. The tendrils inside her tightened, their movements growing more erratic as Oliver's own climax approached. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say it, and it will be so good for you."

"I want to give you babies, daddy," she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. It was all the invitation he needed. With a roar of triumph, he began to thrust into her with a ferocity that was almost violent. The tendrils inside her swelled, pumping her full of his alien seed. The girl's body convulsed, her legs giving out as she was overcome by the most intense orgasm of her life. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to consume her very being.

Oliver's movements grew more erratic, his tentacles moving faster and faster as he approached his own climax. The little girl's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his alien essence, her insides being rearranged to make room for his offspring. It was terrifying, but she couldn't help but crave more.

"Who's gonna give daddy babies?" he demanded, his voice a mix of pleasure and possession. "Tell me, who's gonna be daddy's good little babygirl?" The girl's breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing. "I-I will," she managed to gasp out, the words a desperate plea for more of the intense sensations that he was giving her.

Oliver's thrusts grew more erratic, his tentacles swelling even larger inside her as he approached his peak. "That's right," he growled, his voice now a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very earth. "Take daddy's milk. Take it all." The little girl could feel something building inside her, a pressure that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her body was his to command, her very soul caught in the grip of his alien desires.

With a final, desperate push, Oliver emptied himself into her, his sperm spilling into her in a seemingly never-ending torrent. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever. The girl felt her womb stretch to accommodate the sheer volume of his seed, her body convulsing around him as she took every last drop. It was as if she was being filled with liquid fire, a heat that seemed to burn through her very core.

Oliver watched her with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his tentacles still pulsing inside her. He could feel the beginnings of his offspring taking root within her, a feeling that was more exhilarating than any orgasm he had ever experienced. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Take it all for daddy." Her body continued to spasm around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in a symphony of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

The little girl's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, her pupils dilated with lust. "Daddy," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "More, please more." Oliver chuckled, his tendrils moving faster, filling her completely with his essence. The pressure grew, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of his seed. It was as if she was being reborn, transformed into something new and utterly his.

The slither monster's tentacles quivered with excitement as he watched her take it all, her body a canvas for his darkest desires. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're such a good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You're going to make daddy so proud." The girl whimpered, her body responding to his praise. She didn't know why she liked it, but she did. It made her feel special, cherished.

He continued to pump into her, the warmth of his seed filling her up until she thought she would burst. The sensation was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. It was as if her body was being rewritten, redefined by the alien life that now grew within her. Oliver could feel his tendrils swelling with his release, and he knew that she was taking every drop of his essence.

Gently, he withdrew from her, his tentacles sliding out with a wet pop that made the little girl's eyes widen with shock. She looked down at herself, her young body now marked with the evidence of her encounter. The tendrils had left her slightly bruised, but she didn't feel any pain. Instead, she felt... different. Changed.

Oliver coiled around her, his smaller form now enveloping her completely. He held her close, his warmth seeping into her skin. "You're going to give daddy lots of babies," he whispered, his voice soothing despite the perverse nature of his words. "You're going to be such a good mommy."

The little girl's mind reeled from the experience, but she found comfort in his embrace. His tendrils wrapped around her, almost like a loving embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and longing. "Babies?" she repeated, the word strange and yet somehow... appealing. Oliver nodded, his smile gentle and reassuring. "Yes, my sweet girl. You're going to be a wonderful mother to our little ones."

He began to stroke her hair with one of his tendrils, the motion oddly soothing. "You see," he began, his voice a soft purr, "I don't wish to harm or scare any creature. I just want to share the gift of life, to ensure that my kind thrives." He paused, his gold eyes searching hers. "And you, my dear, are going to help me do that."

The little girl's heart raced as she took in his words. She didn't fully understand, but she felt a strange sense of purpose, a warmth that spread through her chest. Oliver could see the confusion in her eyes, the innocence that made her question what was happening. He knew that he had to be careful, that she was still so young and naive.

He gathered her in his arms, his tentacles wrapping around her in a gentle embrace that was surprisingly comforting. "You're going to give me so many babies," he murmured, his voice a soothing lullaby that seemed to calm her racing thoughts. "And I'll be there to take care of you, to make sure you're always safe and loved."

Oliver carefully lifted her onto his back, her small body fitting perfectly against his slithering form. She clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he began to move through the forest. The sensation of his body beneath her was strange, but it also felt right. She could feel his muscles rippling as he slithered along, his movements smooth and sure.