“I’m fine,” I lied, but Candy saw right through it.
Candy chuckled.
“No you’re not,” she said. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
She was right, though I had not noticed it until now. Her hands were trembling, my knees were wobbly, and my entire body felt like it was floating.
“There’s no reason to worry,” assured Candy. “Everyone loves you. Plus, there are no eliminations in this round. Just have a good time and pretend like we’re alone, and everything will be fine.”
It sounded logical, but I was still incredibly nervous. That is, until Candy pulled me in for a quick, but passionate kiss. I was so focused on the softness of her lips and the eagerness of her tongue that I forgot all about the fear and worry. Only arousal remained.
“One last thing,” said Candy once our lips had parted. “Take things slow. All that matters in the first few rounds is making an impression. Keep your best moves for the end.”
“All right,” I muttered. Moments later, Candy was entering the Classroom. Just as with the previous Classroom, a small light stood at the very center of the door. At the moment it was red, but I knew it was only a matter of time before it turned green. And when it did, my first televised bestial performance would begin.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. By the time the light turned green, I was ready. I opened the door and strode into the Classroom with my shoulders pulled back, and my head held high.
I’m not sure what I had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. Before me stretched out the insides of a vast stable. There were dozens of stalls, most of them occupied by massive stallions—odds are, they were holograms. In one corner stood a mountain of hay. It was so massive that the tip nearly reached the roof. Dozens of saddles hung from hooks that jutted from one of the walls. There were also a few stools, which were no doubt used to mount the taller stallions. But I forgot all about my surroundings when I spotted Candy.
My beautiful girlfriend stood at the very center of the stable. She wore a pair of torn, skintight jeans and a plaid blouse that left very little to the imagination. Her riding boots came equipped with elevated heels, which made her butt pop. A cowboy hat completed her outfit. She was so hot that I had to resist the urge to run to her and make sweet, passionate love to her. While I’m sure the viewers would have enjoyed that, it would have been unfair to the other contestants. Not to mention the fact that it would shatter Candy’s reputation as an unbiased host.
Next to Candy stood a horse. He looked like the other massive stallions, only much smaller—I would later learn he was a Shetland pony. He stood at about four feet in height. His coat was a beautiful shade of beige. His mane and tail were so pale they were almost blond. In fact, they are almost the same shade as Candy’s lustrous locks. Speaking of Candy, she was now gesturing for me to join her.
I hurried forward. I was so overwhelmed by the highly immersive nature of the décor that I had forgotten all about the cameras. It wasn’t until later that I remembered the fact that millions upon millions of people were watching my every move.
“Hi there,” piped Candy when I reached her. “I’m Candy.”
I was confused until I remembered Candy always played a role when teaching someone about bestiality. Today she was a horse trainer.
“I’m Barbie,” I said, shaking the hand my girlfriend offered me.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” I agreed.
There was an awkward silence before Candy spoke again.
“It seems like you’re the only one who showed up. Shall we begin?”
I nodded, unsure what to expect.
“Let’s start by covering horse safety protocols,” said Candy. “Then we can move on to more complex things.”
I nodded yet again.
Candy went into a long-winded explanation about how dangerous it was to stand behind a horse and how exactly you’re supposed to behave to keep them from getting spooked. It was mostly basic stuff, but this was my first interaction with a horse, so it was quite useful. Then again, it’s not like they would have given me anything but the most highly trained of horses. Still, it added a level of authenticity to the scenario.
“Now that we’ve covered the basics, let’s move on to the more advanced stuff,” explained Candy. “It’s time for you to meet your mount.”
For a brief moment, I thought I would get to ride the small equine, but it soon became clear what would not be happening. If anyone was to be ridden, it was me.
“Not many people know this, but there’s only one truly infallible way to train a horse,” explained my girlfriend. “You must have sex with it.”
My heart skipped a beat. I knew this moment was coming, but I had been so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten the true nature of this encounter. People were expecting sex, and you could only keep them waiting so long before they got bored and stopped watching.
“Please remove your clothes,” instructed Candy.
I could have simply torn off my clothes and gotten right down to business, but I remembered what my girlfriend had told me. I took things slow. I sensually stripped, performing for all the cameras that surrounded me. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there.
“Nice,” observed Candy once every last scrap of clothing had been removed. She looked me up and down with a satisfied smile.
I blushed. Not because my girlfriend has just complimented me, but rather because I was now aware that millions of people across the globe were thinking the very same thing. In fact, most of them were probably fantasizing about me. Or touching themselves. It was flattering, but also kind of creepy. I chose not to think about it.
“Let’s starts with something simple,” suggested Candy.
I nodded but said nothing.
Candy told me what to do, and I did it. The first step was approaching the stallion. The second was to allow him to grow accustomed to my presence. Once that was accomplished, I was asked to kneel by the animal’s left flank. Moments after I did, I caught sight of his testicles. They weren’t as massive as I had expected, but still far larger than any I had seen in the past. Of course, the only other testicles I had seen belonged to dogs, so that was to be expected. Still, I was surprisingly nervous when Candy asked me to gently stroke them. I was afraid the Shetland pony would react unfavorably to my touch, but he didn’t even move. At least not until I began gently massaging the large sex orbs.
“Oh my god!” I gasped as his cock began to grow. The tip emerged from its sheath, quickly followed by the rest of the shaft. The more I stroked the animal’s balls, the longer it grew. Before long, it was lengthy enough that the testicular massage had become unnecessary.
“Stroke it,” instructed my girlfriend, referring to the member.
I was about to obey when I had an idea. The aim was to give a better performance than my competitors. So what could I do that no one else had? It didn’t take long for me to come up with something.
“Why?” I asked. I had decided to play the role of a slutty, yet childishly innocent virgin. Men loved that. The smile that curled Candy’s lips told me she knew exactly what I was up to.
“You need to make your mount come,” explained Candy, playing along with my little charade. “Only then will he trust you and see you as his master.”
“Oh, okay,” I said in my most schoolgirl-like tone.
I released the pony’s balls and grabbed hold of his spear. It wasn’t quite as hot as I had anticipated, but the feel of it still sent shivers of excitement rippling through me. I slowly, methodically worked it, luring more blood to it with every passing second. Before long, it was fully erect.
I pulled away and took a moment to study it. It was only slightly longer than my most well-endowed canine lover, but its impressive girth fully made for it. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. The mere sight of the pulsating veins that riddled its surface almost made me lose control. I came close to sucking the engorged dickhead into my mouth, but I knew that would be a mistake. Candy had told me to take things slow, and that was exactly what I would do.
I glanced as Candy for permission. As soon as I got it, I grabbed hold of my lover’s shaft with both hands and began eagerly working it. All ten of my fingers traveled up the length of my lover’s cock. The stallion snorted, which I chose to believe meant he enjoyed the feel of my fingers on his member. Determined to please him, I intensified the handjob. Before long, I was furiously jerking the spear.
I’m not sure how long it took. It could have been a few seconds like it could have been an hour. All I know is that at some point, the stallion’s cock came to life and started jumping around in my hands. Determined to give the best performance possible, I angled the shaft so it pointed straight at my face. I closed my eyes just in time.
I moaned in my most sensual voice as my lover’s hot semen splashed onto my face. Squirt after squirt was released, drenching me in mere second. Some of the hot nectar made it into my wide-opened mouth, but most of it ended up coating every inch of my face. It also dripped down from my breasts and snaked its ways along my frame until it reached my engorged labia. This not only made for quite an enticing performance, but it also foreshadowed the perversities to come.
“Great job,” complimented Candy as soon as the final squirt was released and my lover’s cock went lips in my hands.
I released the cock and wiped the thick layer of semen that clung to my eyelids. I found Candy standing a few feet away, staring at me with a proud smile. I couldn’t tell if she was acting or genuinely impressed by my performance.
“Is it over?” I asked, still playing the childishly innocent virgin card.
“You could stop now,” admitted Candy. “But if you really want him to trust you, you must allow him to ride you.”
I remained silent for a few seconds, pretending to think of and understand what she had just said.
“Oh, okay,” I finally said with a casual shrug.
Candy’s smile told me I was playing my role to perfection.
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