Sated, at least temporarily, Alice and I returned to the caravan. We'd discussed the mystery or our latex origins, and had settled on a plan. My favorite sort, actually--basically, we'd do nothing but carry on and keep playing.
Back at the camp, we found May to be pretty relaxed herself, curled up against the snoozing Sable's belly. The girl was coated with sweat, cum and mud ... but Alice just pointed to the corner of own mouth and winked.
Grinning, May scrubbed the excess horse seed off her face with the back of her hand. "Thanks! Looks like you and the Empress have come to an accord," she grandly told her cousin, making no effort to pretend she didn't know what our meeting was about.
"We humor Molly. Even if she isn't our maker, it should smooth things along," said Alice.
"Just between us, of course," I added. Then I patted Sable's nose and whispered in his ear, "That includes you," before swinging aboard and rubbing my notch comfortably along the creature's spine.
Ignoring my comments (and my unsuccessful-as-ever attempt to raise an eyebrow at them), the two girls just grinned. Then Alice said, "We'll catch up to you."
Given that their snatches were leaking--the one straight-up girl juice, the other pony cream--it was obvious how they would pass their time before they hiked up to the Latex Lodge. I just hoped they would stop by the pond for a rinse cycle on the way.
By this time it was late morning. I needed to think and, now that I was astride Sable with my pussy grinding against his backbone, my thoughts included Alice's theory that he was actually a Latex Girl. The weather was fine, so I decided to ride back by way of Big Tit hill. Once at the viewpoint I slid off my mount and walked around to remove the creature's halter. "Sweetie--what is two plus three?"
Sable snorted, seemingly in derision, and tamped the ground with a forefoot five times.
"Okay. Now: one for yes, two for no--are you happy here?"
One deliberate stomp.
"Do you remember being a girl?"
One tap with the left forefoot, and then two with the right.
"Oh. Um, you mean you only remember some stuff?"
One tap.
"Did you like fucking me, this morning? And all those other times?"
Technically, this was two questions at once, but Sable's solid YES stomp seemed to adequately answer both. A girl once upon a time, perhaps, but he'd been cheerfully male for years.
"And would you care to fuck me now?"
Without waiting for an answer, I turned to lay face-down on a moss-covered rock. I grunted when the stallion thrust his yard deep into my pussy, and held tight to my hard bed while he began to pound in and out. As seemed only fair, he rode me for some time before, as always, my cunt muscles began to milk their prize... and, as always, he began to pump a heroic load into my belly. After, when I'd sorted myself out, I turned to face Sable. With both hands resting on my swollen middle, I asked, "Shall we go back to your stable?"
Another solitary stomp, and so I left the halter where I'd dropped it, and clambered on board his back ... where my tenderized snatch proceeded to leak several pints of the Latex Steed's jizz.
"Take it slow, though."
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Having reached the stable (and still in no rush), I gave Sable a caress on his backside and turned him out into the field where Fran was grazing. I watched them play rudely for a while, and then had a look about for the resident cat-girl.
"I saw her in the milking shed," Lewis informed me, when asked.
"Thanks. By the way, did you know Sable is an early model Latex Girl?"
There was only the slightest pause, before Lewis lied, "Of course!"
"Of course, a horse," I muttered, and wandered over to visit the cows. I found Selina in Blossom's lap, eyes closed, suckling one of her upper teats.
The cow-girl gave me a bright smile and, hefting her other breast, said, "There's room here, if you like."
"Why yes, thank you. Just a taste." I sat along Blossom's free side and leaned in. At first I lapped tentatively, but soon I was sucking the sweet, warm cow-juice down my throat, while kneading my host's shockingly realistic fur thoughtfully.
After this enjoyable and relaxing lunch--and then a delightful rough-and- tumble with Selena--I felt much better about things. Sure, stuff seemed to be spinning out of control: Al or Molly or somebody was manipulating everyone. But I was enjoying it. Alice had persuaded me that the best approach was to simply carry on, and with that objective in mind I finally strode up to the Latex Lodge.
Alice had been right, I thought. You CAN walk on rough ground with high-heeled feet.
By the time I reached the lodge, I realized it wasn't quite that simple. We were supposed to entertain this mystery Aloysius--AKA Molly--and if possible to steer her away from any grim repercussions. These were both tall orders. Still, she seemed to like variety, which we provided in spades. And as for negative impacts ... it's true we didn't ask to be transformed, but at least she'd engineered us to be content (to put it mildly) with our lots--to the point where we had eager volunteers.
As I went up the stairs to discretely look in on Molly, I wondered if she'd steered us to Lewis' ranch. Ginnie and Dave lived nearby--was she trying to conveniently get us all in one place? I decided that once I'd had a glimpse at 'Probably Al', I'd ask our new neighbors whether they wanted to join us here, or at least board their insatiable Balloon Girl charges with us. On that note, I set to hunting down Molly.
This too was more challenging than you might imagine--the afternoon orgy was well underway. Today over half of my subjects seemed to be trying to form a tongue-to-pussy centipede around the near end of room ... again. So far they'd only come close (cum close?) when a Dom was in charge. Not me, not today. Looking over the chaos, it was easy to spot Molly, who was on top of a table bonking Swallow with her permanently fused dildo thingie. I was pleased to actually be able to identify one of the no-frills Subs at a distance--the girl's ecstatic screams were quite distinctive.
