Feldon and Lanair: The Halloween Horse Show Preparations
by tannim
10/31/2020

	Neither horse was really sure what was going on.  They had watched their owner changing the barn entrance, which wasn't overly interesting, they had watched others putting pumpkins around, which WAS interesting, and then he brought out a large box of materials and separated them.

	After years of intimate teasing and orgasm denial Lanair was too horny to think straight even if she had been sentient enough to think.  She stood nibbling the hay in her feed trough while her owner placed something onto her back and strapped something around her barrel.  At first she ignored it, the material felt nice against her and the weight was not much different than a blanket, even if it was focused in a smaller area.

	When her owner pulled her tail up and slipped it into something, though, she turned back briefly to watch a long green thing gently tied around her tail root.  It felt funny having extra weight back there.  It felt weirder when he tapped each leg as though to work on her hooves only to slip something over them.  Her feet felt heavier with the weirdly shaped green booties on them. Lanair dropped her head to inspect them and even nibbled on them.

	"Now now, don't eat those, they're part of your costume."

	She had no idea what was said, but it sounded comforting enough in tone that she lifted her head up and went back to eating and sniffing the stallion nearby who REALLY should have been breeding her.  There was no specific heat anymore, she was ready. Any time, anywhere, she was eager and ready, but Feldon never did.  It was close to time to bite him again to tell him to hurry up.

	Her owner lifted her head up and she balked and backed up until her butt bumped against the back of the stall at a large green feedbag like shape moved toward her muzzle.  The costume mask slid over her head and then she calmed down when she saw out the other open end again.  It was heavy and made it hard to see with the ends closed down around her entire head with just her muzzle sticking partially out around  a muzzle like shape.

	"My, you make a lovely dragon, Lanair.  I bet you're hungry for some meat now... dragons like meat."

	She was tugged forward by a lead hidden inside the dragon mask she had been forced to wear.  Walking was an entirely new experience for her.  The dragon wings that had been strapped to her back rustled and bounced awkwardly as she walked.  Her new long dragon tail drug along the ground behind her, adding weight and altering her balance.  All four new dragon feet around her ankles left claw marks in the dirt under the straw.  It took her two passes around the pasture before she was walking steadily.

	When they went back to the barn, she stopped suddenly at the sight of Feldon, her stallion, just coming out of her own stall.  He looked wrong but smelled the same.  Her stud had curved little horns on his head, a second pair of ears, a new color pattern of black splotches over his body and very big new feature, one he was nosing at trying to get off.  A giant rubber cow udder had been strapped under his belly, hiding his balls and penis inside.

	His head perked up when she was near and his nostrils flared at her suddenly crouching and letting him know she was ready for sex.  The udder jiggled when he stamped down.  The little tag on his fake cow ears jingled when he lifted his head up and curled his lip back.  Feldon flicked his tail, still annoyed at the dairy cow painted wrapping restricting it to just a few inches of loose hair at the end, and trotted over to mount up.

	Lanair stayed squatted as he landed to brace and then looked back at the weird feeling of his udder bouncing against her new dragon tail. It couldn't even touch her rump or her desperately winking clitoris.  Would he ever learn to mount her right!?

	It took significant flexing of her tail and rear muscles to move her dragon tail to the side, but even then Feldon's bulky udder just bounced off the top.  It was too wide to fit under. When he thrust harder it did bend up to just brush her lower flanks with the edge, leaving her even more frustrated.

	Feldon dismounted and hopped back on, grabbing at the bar holding the wings together and biting down to try and pull her onto an erection he couldn't achieve with that udder down there.  He'd been so excited when his chastity cage had finally come off only to be fully denied again with the big rubber floppy thing that took its place.  The stud thrust several times, trying to get something to happen, then just stood there on his hind legs with his chest on top of Lanair's flanks, looking around uncertainly.

	Their owner clapped. "Perfect! Yes, you two will make a wonderful show for the party tonight!" He pulled Feldon until the stallion dismounted and an assistant took Lanair back into the barn. "That's enough for now though, save it for the party.  Lets get you two more hot and bothered so you'll try even harder later."
