Once you've been caught by a gushing horse flare, you're stuck. All mine. Your cash lost with every last thrust. Filled out with hot seed once you're completely bankrupt. Greedy horses ALWAYS win. 💸

When doubt starts to set in about your place under mean, heavy, cash hungry horses, watch this video. Watch it over on repeat with a hand on your inferior prick, until you finally learn. Your cash is horse feed. YOU are horse feed. Learn your place. Serve. Send. Worship. 💖

You used your best Poké Ball to try catching a large Scolipede, and it somehow completely backfired on you. You'll probably be spending a lot of time trying to figure out where you went wrong, but it won't change the outcome of things. You're mine, fail-trainer. 💖💸

Heavy horse butts are pretty admirable, just ask Melee! Took enough of a liking to me that he earned himself a forever home under my tail, putting that tongue to good use as my dedicated hole polisher. He seems to be quite content back there. ❤️ Art by @swissidoldragon.bsky.social!

You know the odds are stacked against you, when a horse's gushing flare is all it takes to let your guard down. Droop your head, press your muzzle inward, treat it to your heart's content. You, your reputation, and all you're worth, sacrificed to horse cock. ❤️

D'aaw.. look at me in my endless generosity, hiking my tail up high for you like that. Couldn't be easier for you to get your tongue to work, back there. Don't leave me hanging. It's rude to refuse a horse's invitation to lick his hind clean. 💖

Get to snorting. I won’t be satisfied until your nostrils sound like a car motor in full tilt, snorting fumes from my pucker until you become hopelessly musk-drunk. Art belongs to @khaluastallion on X!

If you ever thought there was a limit to a horse's hunger, think again! Countless scores of you lot have been lost to my pucker, alone. More than enough room to be churned within. Hardest part is patiently waiting for your turn to be reduced to pucker meat. 🐴❤️

Rookies around the paddock always seem to learn it the hard way, not to get too comfortable around the horses during that time of year. Really a toss up of what happens next, though the handlers' general advice of "whatever happens, don't resist" isn't all too reassuring. 🤭

It never gets old, feeling losers get boiled alive inside of me over the course of several hours. But hey, those were a valiant bunch of hours you held up for, fighting against the inevitable until your body finally gave out. Rest in horse fat. 💞

The only way I can possibly tolerate you in my presence is with you eternally under my tail. SNIFFING, SNORTING, SLURPING as hard as possible. A good handful of losers snorting like pigs to get high off my musk is like music to my ears~ 🤭

As soon as you picked up your check, this is what you're faced with. Throbbing, gushing, demanding. And you couldn't be happier to oblige. ❤️

It's always just the most adorable thing, when you losers BREAK. Toss all regard for dignity aside, so you can dive under my tail, face suctioned against my pucker with the clearest conscience. Huffing, slurping, SNORTING, stud servitude becoming your life's mission. ❤️

He's a heavy sleeper. Should've thought about investing in a larger mattress if you were going to invite horses over, snort. ❤️

Horses love to eat, it's no secret. The best meals are those which squirm.. beg for mercy, having since lost all that they could to a farm animal, with no other choice but to take the descent down that long gullet. You're horse food. 🐴🍖

Dogs LOVE to remind you how much lesser you really are. Wearing that pompous look on their muzzles while they literally get away with stuffing their ass in your face, eating your paychecks, and securing a collar around your neck. You're pathetic. Give up; you're his pet now. ❤️

It's sometimes TOO easy, being a horse. Stud privilege is very real, and I benefit from it constantly with losers like you staring half-mindedly at me, the impulse to serve a constant. It's okay to admit defeat, you never had a chance to begin with. I'm just better. ❤️

The weekend is best spent ruining little failures like you. Feeling you stuff your face into my sack and huffing as deep as possible while I gulp your cash, slurping every square inch of my throb clean.. Right at peace, serving under a greater beast. ❤️

Dogs have a great instinct for sniffing out losers like you. Betas that they can just squat right in front of with their unwashed hole inches away from your face, and force you into their little greeting ritual. Be a good boy for him. ❤️

Being an amazing, massive farm animal really works up a sweat. Just idly standing on my hooves is enough to render my flank a complete swamp. The few stablehands maintaining it at any given time certainly don't seem to help matters much, either. Maybe another couldn't hurt!

Something stinks. 🐴

Everyone has a vice. Throbbing horse cock is hardly the worst of them, nor are those massive orbs of mine. Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll let you give them a kiss! ❤️

Never forget the superior species. The beasts you owe your lives to, our perfect physiques you'd give the world to worship. Horses deserve to win, and you deserve to lose. Simple as that. 🐴❤️

Fat sheath and sloshing spunk bags. Huff it, losers. Have fun down there. ❤️

Getting close to that time of year, everyone. Send gifts to your local horse gods. Pay tribute, all that you can afford and all the worship your snout and tongue can provide. If you're lucky, you'll get to enjoy the unparalleled embrace of a horse's fat ass. 🐴❤️

Who could've ever guessed that a houndoom would've proven to be your blight? An otherwise unassuming fire-type, suddenly ceasing complete control over your life after committing your entire team to his ass, gut, and orbs. What a loser. 🤭❤️

It's only natural to look towards more effective uses for farmhands who've become decidedly worn on their servitude under horses. Enjoy your 'retirement', loser. 🐴☠️

Some people are just better left as one-night stands, simply put. Should you ever earn the privilege of getting your mouth around a horse's flare, you almost certainly won't last long to share your experience thereafter. ❤️

Welcome back for your regular dose of revolting horse ass. With the weather getting unsavory lately, you can keep yourself warm against my flanks, basking in their stinking atmosphere for hours on end. You'll want to marry it in due time, snort. ❤️

You're not fooling anyone, orbiting my stable like that, staring like a creep. If you wanted a little personal time with my flank, you could've just asked. 🐴❤️

Being a heavy, superior stud really works up a sweat sometimes! All it takes is a simple jog, for my ass to become utterly soaked, and steamy. It's one of the few things you losers are good for, tongue-cleaning my flank until it's spotless. ❤️

Something about getting to ruminate over a loser's hard-earned cash in front of them that really makes the taste of the cottony currency THAT much more satisfying. No use going back to hay and straw with all you simps going bankrupt for me.🐴💖

Taking control of one's payment details and actively gulping their balances down in front of them is always a fun time. Especially when they're so horn-brained, that losing a measly $100 just isn't enough to satisfy. So eager to lose. Follow in their footsteps, everyone! 💸

Work your tongue deep inside. Sniff HARD. Slurp the most desirable parts of me to your heart's content. It's the least I could grant you for feeding me all that you're worth. Get addicted. 🐴🍩

Sniff horse ass.

Feed me $500 for being a horse. Effortless beauty deserves to be rewarded, no matter the hit to your bank balance or credit. 🐴💖

Another weekend, another 48 hours spent under heavy, smelly beasts. Enjoy it, losers. ❤️

In a society where men are unable to breed or connect romantically with the opposite gender while economic inflation makes traditional pet expenses far less affordable than before, a natural solution is devised to tackle two problems at once. A hungry alpha is waiting for you. 🍖

Being paid to let losers sniff my ass and balls is a fun time. Equine privilege displays itself in a large variety of ways, snort. ❤️

Looking down at meager humans and anthros, it almost makes me feel bad for you lot. Just how small you all really are, helpless. Requiring 7 hours of sleep to do not even a fraction of the work we do, with just under 3. Accept us as the apex species. You lose. 🐴❤️

Despite current events, rest assured that you always have a comfy, toxic horse butt to dive your face into and indulge in. ❤️

Studs deserve top quality treatment. No work will be done until every inch of my flank has been covered by your tongue. Give it the treatment it deserves. ❤️

Big, fat, sweaty horse ass. It's okay to be addicted, just stare at it for as long as you'd like. I don't judge. 🐴

Buried underneath while I gulp away all of your cash without an inch of remorse. You'll whimper, beg, plead.. but in the end, the outcome will be just the same. And deep down, you'll just be craving the next time you get to zero out for me, while pinned under horse ass. 💸

Appreciate me to the fullest. Stare with a stupid look on your face. No need to worry about what others think of you; they'll never experience the same euphoria you can achieve simply from indulging in the view of your new master. 💖

Snort. 🐴