"Stuck With a Mare girl Girl" Part 1

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- A Plane ride gone bad as a young teen get's squashed by a  bottom heavy Mare Anthro. (Heavy Squashing, Heavy Grinding, Non-Death, Slight Trampling.)


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"Too long."

That was the only two words that crossed the mind of Lanif, a particularlly young black male, who looked out his left seat window of the travling plane he was on. "What could be taking so long to depart already?" He said with an irritated sigh. "Sonic Airlines moto was 'Faster then the Speed of sound', but I've been in here for half an hour, and the plane didn't even take off yet!"

Despite his low mumbling, Lanif remained in his seat, trying to keep his noticably small paitentence to the end. He a young human teen, barly passing sixteen. Light brown in skin color, with short, spiky dark blue hair, clad in white jeans and hoodie, most of the other passangers on plane thought of him as a typical gehtto...with glasses. Nerdy looking and thin square glasses, at that. Saddly, people were capable of jugding too quickly by the cover of the book, and would have never known that he was only a , boring teenager with nothing to live for. Despite the boys non-smiling face and quiet personality Lanif was a kind person who, even with his poor socail skills and lack of personal hygine, was willing to sacrifce himself for a total stranger, although the reason for doing so was not what one would expect; instead of wanting save the person, he would use it as an excuse to get himself killled to end what he considers a pitiful life. Ever since he found out that he had no talent in anything, sports, artistic or otherwise, and lost his dream job as a character designer to girl who only had a few generic ideas, Lanif fell into a deep depression, and disliked everything that existed, including himself.

But Jayda, Lanif's close, if his only friend, did not give up on her life long buddy, like he he very much did with himself. She bought a two way ticket from his hometown Syracuse N.Y, all the way to famous and popular land of Tokyo, Japan, in an attempt to lighten his mood. Simce Lanif was a huge fan of Anime and Manga art, she knew that the little guy would be happy there, and in her words "Might meet someone or somthing that will inspire you, and get you back to your happy self agian!"

'But here I am, sitting in the back seat of the plane, and nothing's happening.' Lanif thought to himself with a sigh.

With those light blue eyes of his, he went to look back at his cheap, white watch agian, pushing up those thin square glasses with his right middle and index fingers, when the aircraft suddenly tilted very slightly to the right, which indicated to him that someone got on; an albet heavy person from the way the craft leaned a little still. (Ah, they were waiting for someone.) He thought to himself. (That's why they didn't leave. Understandable.)

Sadly, he was not going to know who it was that just borded this flying vehichle, since Lanif got a seat in the back row of the end section of the plane all alone, and the plane's purple curtins blocked his view of the middle section. Or that's what he thought when he heard a female speak behind that wall of lavender silk in question.

"G-46?" Came the voice. It was mature, but it held the hint of a thoaty and saultry westeren accent that made Lanif sit up in heart pounding excitment. "That's da' back, right? Thanks, Mista'."

Lanif smirked, but only very lightly to hide it, despite there being no one around nearby to notice it. 'G-46 is next to my seat...' He thought. 'This is gonna be good.' But when the curtins was pushed aside by the woman, he was taken back surprise when he just WHAT she was.

She was an Anthro.

Seeing an anthromophic being was a rare sight for the teenager of brown skin, but he knew what they were: A race of humans that became human-shaped animals, caused by a slight cloning accident by Validen, a student of the world famous ex-military tactiction and current collage teacher, professor Zhu Lu Bei. In the year 1860 The student somehow miscalculated a procedure created by Zhu for a multiple cloning experiment that was ment for combining the genes of ill-infected people with a product that would safely eliminate whatever ailed them, and accidently injected some of the volenteer human test subjects instead with a biologicly enginered animal cell, fusing many people with the DNA structure of verious animals, thus causing a phisical transormation to anthros. At first, Validen and Zhu were about to consider themselves fired and sued for nealy harming the people, but found out that the "Test Subjects" didn't mind this unexpected event. In fact, some even enjoyed the newfound streanght and prowers gained by the genes of the animal they fused with. Fast forward to the preasnt time after a few years -and a HECK of alot of mating- later, the Anthros reached a 300,000 population on the planet, and they quickly become commonplace in society, although there were some that disliked the furry creatures.


Unfourtonetly, Lanif was on the side of 'not a fan of Anthros', since he concidered their apperace and oversexed personality -the latter coming from animals instinct to mate being a strong part of antho mentality- "Abnormal". But despite not liking Furries -a nickname affectionaly given by humans on the internet for the accidentaly created Race- Lanif found this one strikingly attractive, to say the least. She was a horse-type anthro, standing tall and proud at over six feet, silky jet black fur that shimmered even from the slightest amount of sunlight covering her frame, and a long mane of delicate, pearl white hair that passed to her waist. Alluring, slender, dark blue eyes, with long, thick eyelashes remained glued to an even darker blue book, which appered very thick and heavy from the young boys' perpective, called "C.N" (A title which looks oldly famillar...) Lanif thought to himself as he watch her beautiful horse head bobbing up and down to a hard rap beat from her earphones that played loadly on her PSP. The mare had a uniqe body, to say the least. A frame that was very tight and built around the waist, but plump and curvasous in the some areas of her bodice, as one could notice a slight roundness of soft fat on her exposed belly, along with the horrible job that her purple leather tank top did of hiding the large, round shape of her breast, the top's sleaveless straps hanging off her shoulders teasingly, giveing the veiwer a jaw droping view of deep, buxom cleavage that wobbled tantilizingly with even the slightest movements the dark horse made. To say Lanif had a slight fetish over top-heavy women was a pitiful understatment, proven by his history of eyeing evey inch of boob skin that contained more than a D-cup of bosom, and since her bust was easily almost as big as his head, if not more so, the young man couldn'y help but have wide eyes as he pervertly gawked at her breast.

But once those crystal blue eyes of his traveled down to lower half of the mare's curvy body and made visual contact with her rear, all thoughts of the bursting mammaries was wiped clean compleatly, like a law-breaker getting a clean slate. Lanif defintly knew most horses were known for having thick, strong legs and a big pair of butt cheeks, but this anthro was...MUCH larger than average, to put it mildly. Her violet leather shorts were being painful streched to their tiny limits by her very wide, curvy hips, the width of them easliy considered past 60 inches and causing slight groans of protest from the poor clothing that held to dear life around them as she swings her hips left and right with the appropiate steps. Although 'appropriate' was a bad word for the sensual style of her strut.

The womans' large, slender legs were capable of holding her what could only be described as an absolutly collasal and round rump, the fat of her rear wobbling, jiggling and dancing to the jello beat in those tiny purple shorts as she walked tword the back with great power and grace, her pure black hoves making a strong "clack" sound with each step. All this combined, and the mares' plush shape had over 400 pounds stored in her beautiful, curvasous body. Just the mere though of the stomping power the madam had caused chilling tremble of nevousness to ride up Lanif's spine. (I Defeinatly don't want to under her when that happens...) The black male thought to himself.


(Heck, I woneder if she can even fit into these seats...)Lanif thought, as he looked at the seat that would soon belong to the beautiful, large equine. The was only one problem with that; there wasn't any seat there.

Then it dawned on him. Lanif quickly pulled out his ticket as the sexy horse girl drew closer. G-46 was't just next to his seat: It was HIS seat exaclty; somehow both the boy and the large horse fur had the same seat! 'Er...m-maybe she'll notice me in the seat and sit somewhere else...' He hoped, a slight drop of nervous sweat sliding down his cheek...

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As Luiku pushed aside the curtins leading to the end of the plane that held her seat, she saw a small human teen in the back, trying to conceal the fact that he staring dirctly at her very ample bosom and collasal round butt -although the child was failing in range of epic levels-, an action which she though was cute, as most men, human or otherwise, would just rudly stare at that pair of massivie mounds of wobbling, jet black ass all day, some even being bold enough to wistle at her as she walked by. It was something she didn't mind every now and then from a normally hormonial being, but having a generic reaction as such every time she strut pass an onlooker was getting dull.

She looked back at her ticket, which read G-46, the seat the black boy was in now. At first, Luiku was going to just sit somewhere else, as the other areas in this side of the plane was empty with the exception of her and the shy little human. But she then had a wicked idea that involved the kid in the back, and an even more wicked smirk crossed her otherwise full, moist lips.

Pretending to read her book, Titled "C.N", Luiku kept her eye on the teen, noticing him checking her out with every little chance he had. When she looked up from the book, the boy imedatly looked away, blushing in hopes that she did not catch him staring. 'He should be fun' she thought. With a mean smirk, she loudly steped the back of the plane, making sure to intimidate the petie boy with each of her heavy steps, each one causing a loud 'Clack' on the steel floor. The boy looked too cute when he pushed up his glasses and tried to look away, trembeling slightly, his glasses nearly fogging up with how much blood and heat was flowing to his cheeks. The facial cheeks, mind you.

'Mmmm...thing's just turned VERY fun...'

To be continued.

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