#hellhorse

[hemipenal-system]

Bit of a hard vore question... pack animals hunting you down to fight over you and tear you apart, single large animal that can swallow you whole, or tiny creature that burrows inside you to eat you from the inside out?

absolutely all, just different scenarios! cut here bc this one is massive

Pack Hunters

-werewolves chasing me down through the woods, waiting for me to trip over something. when i fall, they’re on me immediately, tearing at my limbs first, slowly, sadistically tearing me apart one section at a time, fucking my body before devouring it.

-y’all ever heard of the Mares of Diomedes? something like that with unicorns or their demonic equivalent. walking through the stables not realizing they eat meat, idly scratching at them as i walk. stopping when one seems a bit too interested in my skin, its snuffling and mouthing at my hands becoming quick bites from sharp teeth hidden by thick lips. i go to step away and there’s another behind me. they’re all out of their stalls.

-walking through a hive of tiny dragons. stopping as one perches on my shoulder. shooing it off me. another one lands on my jacket, scrabbling up me to rest on my head. suddenly finding three or four on me. one clambers up to my face, wing-claws grabbing my ears as it sniffs me eagerly before dipping in and taking my nose in its mouth, biting hard and shaking its head back and forth until it tears off. the second the smell of blood is in the air, the entire hive drops onto me. i can run for the entrance, but there are thousands of them in this cave, and each one only needs about a finger’s worth of meat but i can only feed so many mouths…

Swallowed Whole

-dragon pinning me under its claws, licking me all over and drenching me with saliva before pulling me into its mouth, squeezing me in its tongue before swallowing me and holding me in its muscular crop, the wet walls sticking on to my face.

-basically the same as above but with a gryphon

-some manner of creature finding me in the harsh winter trying to start a fire, soaked and freezing to death, and well-meaningly swallowing me to keep me warm. it explains none of this to me, of course.

-playing hide and seek and hiding in a massive dusty chest. trying to get out after and it’s locked. realizing it’s a mimic when a long, wet tongue runs up one of my thighs.

-a naga not much bigger than me coiling me up, squeezing me until i can’t resist, and eating me slowly, muscular throat contracting again and again around me as it tries to pull in a prey animal just a bit too large

-me being really small and eaten by basically any small, harmless animal. rodents, rabbits, rat snakes, mustelids. you name it.

-actually quite a few dinosaurs satisfy the one about the dragon/gryphon above too

-specifically large carnivorous birds as preds. a hawk pinning me under her claws like a mouse, teasingly asking me why i’m not trying to run. the reason is because i know i wouldn’t be able to get anywhere even if i tried. her claws tighten around me before she grabs my legs in her beak, spreading her wings out and mantling me as she drags me into her mouth

Eaten Alive

this one has almost nothing but i do occasionally enjoy the idea of some kind of alien insect thing grabbing me and pulling me into a dark alleyway, slipping a slender ovipositor into me and filling me with hundreds of tiny eggs. then i just have to go about my life. when they hatch they all start eating each other until the biggest and strongest is sitting in my guts, and i can feel them all writhing around as that happens. it lives off my food for a while, but when it gets bigger that’s not enough and it starts taking small bites of me. it never kills me, but when it gets big enough to survive outside of its host it climbs up, slowly, methodically, clawed limbs hooking into me as it pulls itself up before climbing out of my throat and scurrying off into the darkness

[taski-guru]

Old line art of an adopt (adopt was sold)

NOT a free line art!

[deepbluespace4]

We were talking with @renek-bane about his Vampire Bane AU and space horse OC Rana, and in the end managed to vampirize her too. As if she wasn't menacing enough already 😀

[charzoi]

some not-so-great experimental doodles of bethel from class using procreate… I do not like drawing on ipads they’re too slippery 😞

[tyrantwache]

My little sister asked me (ca. 10 years ago... >_>; ) if I could draw some kind of "fantasy" horse.... I never did. So I wanted to make it as birthday or christmas gift last year, bud I had my down mood there....

So better late than never...

[astrum-solum]

Striker as hellhorse 2023

You can repost my arts with a link to the author ✨

[ladyanaconda]

Gender: female Species: Demon (hellhorse) Owner: Jake Much like Bombproof to Striker, Mortifera is Jake's companion and loyal steed. However, Mortifera has a nasty temper and was quite infamous in her previous ranch. Don't try petting her if you want to keep your hand.

Finally, I made a design for Jake's horse. Meet Mortifera! Her design is mostly inspired on appaloosas. The eyes on her flank allow her to see behind her, so it's futile to sneak up on her.

[llairin]

High Noon Hecarim fan art

[sanekibeko]

Stella's Spectacular Show

When the princess of hell witness the deadly state of hellhorse racing, she orders a ban and it to be replaced by shows for a more civil experience. Needing riders to take on these beast, Stella steps up and begins to work with a sassy mare she named Daisy. After months of working and bonding, they trot into the arena to show the demons of hell what these beast are really like. Gift art for @jluvartz Stella belongs to her.

Posted using PostyBirb

[ftwkcomic]

Belleknight day 3

Day 3: Realization/dream. A dream for Charlie riding a horse, a realization that Aless needs some training to ride a horse. Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com Discord: https://discord.gg/TQUA26Naj8

Socials and comms info https://ftwkcomic.carrd.co/

[noonstar-ranch]

Welcome Y'all

Welcome to Noonstar Ranch, nestled in the heart of Wrath, where passion meets tradition in the art of Hellhorse breeding.

We're Striker and Harper Noonstar, proud owners of this ranch and several Hellhorses.

To ensure your satisfaction whilst searching amongst our meticulously cared for specimens, please read our rules.

Our ranch is a sanctuary for these magnificent creatures, celebrated for their strength, endurance, and striking beauty. At Noonstar Ranch, we pour our hearts into every aspect of horse care, ensuring that each Hellhorse is raised with love, respect, and expert attention. Whether you’re looking for a loyal companion or a competitive champion, our horses are bred to excel and enchant. Join us at Noonstar Ranch, where the legacy of Hellhorse breeding thrives in a warm, welcoming environment, and every visit feels like coming home.

Rules:

LIST OF RPS:

- A Wrathian Wedding Striker's POV:

Harper's POV:

[drades-lair]

A couple hellsteeds in different colors.

[taski-guru]

Old line art of an adopt (adopt was sold) NOT a free line art!

[gethellbcnt-m]

not me doing minor worldbuilding with @houseofasmodeus in that, with the knowledge that millie comes from a stereotypically western-american location, and moxxie having a mother likely from a latino/spanish-speaking location, why stop there ?

WHERE ARE THE OSTRICH-RIDING AUSTRALIANS AT VIV ? why do you pretend it is a place that isn't real and hide in fear of it under the guise of PURPOSEFUL IGNORANCE--

[solvicrafts]

The ranger's all timid around the nightmare and I'm over here like "WHO'S A GOOD HORSIE? YOU ARE! YOU'RE THE GOOD HORSIE! <3"

I may have a problem

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Lewd Request:

Hey I was wondering if you could do a lewd Striker x male reader, something along the lines of the festival and the main character made a bet with striker he'd beat him but they lose so Striker has his way with him. Love your stories.

A bets a bet

You weren't particularly fond of the new field hand.

Sure, the man was good at his work.

He could shoot, and hunt and ride with the best of them, but something was... off.

Nobody was that good and that proud.

Of course, you couldn't say much, he may boast like a snakeoil salesman but like you'd said, he was as capable as any worker you'd ever had, if not more so.

And while you tried to ignore the man, much to your annoyance, he seemed to take a special liking to you.

The man often 'helping' you with chores, or coming along if you had to head into town.

His favourite was teasing you.

It started with a few comments here and there, teasing if you screwed something up, or had some issue or other.

Then it became general teasing and prodding, the man loving to get a rise out of you.

Though you could often get him back, the man usually either impressed or annoyed with your come bqcks, leaving you alone for a while.

Although, after a night of drinking with some of your siblings and farmhands.

Hed be teasing you, yet again, making some snarky comment on how often you got your dick wet, and after a few too many drinks and a serious lapse in judgement, you made an off handed comment on how if he wasn't such a prick, you probably would have been all over him.

And you immediately regretted it, cause that man perked up like a Hellhorse spotting a prime-rib.

After that, Striker only became more persistent.

It was never quite forceful enough for you to get creeper out. But he was certainly persistent. The sheer number of times he'd bitten his lower lip, giving you those playful "fuck me" eyes, was more then enough to haunt your dreams.

And while he could be a total pain in the ass, he was also really useful, so you put up with it, simply rolling your eyes when he made a less then subtle comment to you.

And you totally weren't into him.

Sure he was swave and confident and Very capable, and could probably ride you like he did bombproof-

Nope! You didn't think like that. No matter haw many times.

Or think about his skills with rope.

Mind drifting off to that one time he'd managed to tie you up, man sitting on your back as he practically purred in your ear.

Nope! None of that!

But, past all the flirting, you had a formidable rivalry.

Of course you always played it off.

You didn't care if he won some stupid race or could shoot something, or won some wrestling match. What do you care, not like a single win meant anything.

Unless you won.

In which case you felt like King of the Ring, and was sure to rub it in his face.

Until you lost a match of shooting, that bastard hitting one more can then you.

It was quite the roller-coaster.

At least for humble farm life.

Having been bested one time too many, you snapped, demanding a rematch.

At that he grew a wicked grin across his tanned facad, telling you he'd agree, buuut, if he won, he wanted something.

Hesitant, you'd ask what he wanted, the man moving forwards, arm on either side of you, pinning you to a fence, telling you smugly.

"A Kiss."

You, Red faced, woukd agree, telling him it wouldn't matter cause you'd win.

And you Aaaaallllmmmoooossssttt did.

Almost being the key and only word.

Hitting the last can, but failing to knock it off.

So, Striker, all smirks, strutted up, expecting a kiss.

And so, you gave him one.

Kissing his cheek.

Striker, cocked a brow, you telling him smugly.

"You wanted a kiss. Never said where you wanted it."

You spoke casually, taking your small victory in stride.

Though unfortunately, you set a precedence with that little incident, as after this, any time you competed, Striker managed to slip a bet in there.

Though none were as bold as the first one.

Usually little things. Making you call him sir or having you follow him around for a day.

And while it they were fairly innocent, if annoying, things, there was always a heavy sexual undertone.

He never stopped chasing you, he just chose a more... passive, method.

But, after a particularly hot night, you snuck out, ending up out in a field half naked, relaxing against a fence, enjoying what little breeze there was.

Of course, Striker would appear, he too half naked, man shirtless with only his hat and Ascot, the two of you just standing there for a while, in a peaceful silence as the breeze blew across the field.

After a while he'd finally pipe up, asking if you were gonna compete in the harvest moon games.

You'd hum, telling him you probably would, before asking why.

Striker, in an odd moment of seriousness stood there, peering at you with those ringed yellow eyes, the same ones that had haunted far too many of your dreams.

The man, turning to you, would ask if you wanna make a bet on it.

You, swallowing, would nod, telling him. 'Sure.'

So, getting off his fence, he walked over and in a surprising display of boldness would pin you to the fence, voice low, shimmer of his tail ringing out.

He wanted you.

He was sick of the games, the little bets, your 'rivalry', he was going all in, he wanted you.

So, if he won, he wanted you.

Standing there, chest to chest, the man peering intently into your eye.

You, red faced, blood rushing to the one place you didn't need it, would stand there.

And well, call it a weak will or your will being chipped away after so many months, or perhaps a large part of you wanted this all along, you agreed, telling him yes, may the best man win.

To which Striker smirked, chest to naked chest, leaning in and breathing hot in your ear.

"Don't worry... I will~"

And so, the next few days zipped by in the blink of the eye.

You didn't see Striker much, and when you did he usually just smirked, eyeing you in a fashion that always left you red faced, pants suddenly tightening.

And so, the day finally arrived. You and the family loading into the truck and rolling into town, Striker riding Bombproof besides you, the man giving you an occasion glance, you pretending you hadn't been staring.

The town was lively, and all the townsfolk were a flurry of activity, preparing to either join or enjoy the games.

You prepared as well, limbering, stretching, just getting ready.

Striker however, just stood there, leaning against a fencing, man chewing on a wheat stalk. The man occasionally glancing back at you.

You didn't say anything to him, not willing to let him mess with your mind any more.

Eventually, you got to the games.

You excelled.

As did Striked.

Both of you far surpassing the regular saps that participated.

You were faster, but Striker was more nimble.

Not evenly matched, but you certainly pushed yourself.

You both put in your best show, and it was a close fight, you working harder then you'd ever worked before, really pushing yourself to your limit.

And after pulling, jumping, running and wrestling. You fought, and bit, there being more than a few fatalities from each of you.

It was a tie!

Nah, Striker won.

Some asshole had just miscounted your score.

Striker won.

And hearing that, you just stood there.

It took a minute to sink in, and while you realised just what happened, Striker seemed to relish the news, bathing in the crowds applause.

A flurry of emotion hit you, your head seemingly spinning. But the most concerning part of it all was you weren't... you weren't upset.

You were a little annoyed, angry even at losing, but that felt more like being upset at losing the games.

Not the bet.

Striker, surprising you, didn't come up and boast. Instead he joined the crowd of adoring fans, the lot of them all heading off to celebrate.

So, knowing the fate before you, you joined, snatching a comedically large jug with 4 large Xs on the side, drinking at your pleasure.

Eventually you'd end up in the town bar, sipping your drink, you and Striker staring at each other from across the bar.

You refused to make the first move, yet as the minutes ticked by, you became restless, constantly looking back at the man.

The cowboy simply standing there, peering at you with that seductive little smile, sipping his own drink, seemingly content in his position.

You eventually grew tired of the waiting, and shotgunning your drink, you stormed over to the snake.

Of course, he wore that Victorious smirk of his, standing there as you approached.

You scowled, storming up to him, stopping just before him.

The man smiled, popping an olive into his mouth, giving you a royal shit eating grin.

You snorted, simply standing there.

You told him bluntly to get on with it then!

Striker just smirked, looking you over, the fucking snake was relishing this.

After a few minutes, he asked what ever could you mean? And so, snapping at him that he was an Ass, you grabbed the man, dragging the him upstairs.

Striker just went along with it, smirking as he finshed his drink, discarding the bottle as he stumbled upstairs.

Reaching some bedroom, you didn't care who's it was, you dragged the man towards the bed.

But before you could throw him onto it, he suddenly whipped out of your grasp, the man slipping his neckerchief and seamlessly binding your hands with them, tying them behind your back before throwing you onto the bed.

The man, slipping his jacket off, working on his shirt as his tail slammed the door shut, his eyes the only thing visible, that and his golden tooth as he smirked a victors smirk.

You lay there, red faced, drunk and extremely aroused as the man climbed atop you, the clink of his belt being undone and the shimmer of his tail filling the air as he lean, the snake getting close, alcohol ladened breath on your neck as he growlwd out.

"Don't worry darlin', I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will~"

The man purring before he bit your neck, forcing a lewd moan from your lips.

•••

You awoke the next morning a mess.

You were sore.

You had more bite marks and hand shaped bruises on your ass then you cared to count.

Your hair was a total mess, clothes in tatters after being practically torn off you by the snake, and you were still recovering physically and mentally from everything that happened the night before.

You hissed as Bombproof bumped upwards, you clinging to Striker, the man being your only ride back to the homestead as your family had left the night before.

You didn't say anything, neither did Striker, though, the snake didn't need too.

The man simply wore a smirk, that smirk saying it all.

"I won."

And the annoying part, that was he was right.

Though even as you got home, hissing as you slid off the horse, gritting your teeth as you shambled back to the house. All the way there, able to feel the snake's gaze on your back.

And while you knew he'd be insufferable after this, likwly even more forward then ever the thing that really got to you, was knowing that there was no way this was gonna be the last time.

And even as you stumbled, collapsing atop your bed, body and rear sore, you wondered what came next with that smug sexy asshat of a snake man.