The Horse
Kevin grunted slightly as he vaulted the fence, tapping the top board with two fingers to steady himself slightly for the landing. It was dark, but fortunately the ground underneath him was level, so he landed on both feet and jogged away from the fence, his friend following quickly behind him. Steven's soft grey fur almost disappeared into the twilight, but Kevin's fiery red was easy to see against the dark grass. As soon as they had crossed the fence, both foxes hurried away from the lights. Kevin's stomach fluttered, as much from anticipation as from nervousness. Technically, this was trespassing... and odds were a lot of what they hoped to do tonight was illegal. Without even discussing it, though, they both knew they couldn't resist.
It wasn't difficult to spot the horse they had seen earlier, the one they had both been unable to keep their eyes off. Steve had seen him first--there was no doubt it was a male horse. He had spent a few moments simply amazed, wondering what circumstances had created this creature, but as it began to recede in the car window he had nudged Kevin hard, pointing wordlessly out into the field. Kevin glanced over, still trying to drive, and hardly believed what he saw before it was out of sight. Steven swore he saw the same thing, and neither of them hesitated to suggest going back for a closer look. A very close look, in fact--so after nightfall would probably be best. They both knew, also, that they would be doing more than just looking. They would have hesitated to admit it to themselves, but the insistent bulges in their pants didn't lie.
Both foxes were average for their species, around a meter and a half tall. Their thick fur protected them from the cold, and their tails made quick, nervous twitches through the grass, betraying their excitement and anticipation. They were both built sleekly, from narrow muzzle to thin, fast legs perched on the balls of their feet. Then ran quickly towards the center of the field, slowing down when they saw what they were looking for.
It was dark, but only the silhouette was needed to tell them this was the right horse. They slowed down as they approached, still hardly believing this was real. The horse in front of them was about normal-sized, but his genitals were humongous. There really wasn't another word to describe it--his penis was flaccid and mostly retracted, but the bulge was still obvious where it sat above his balls, which looked like two oblong basketballs hanging in a loose leathery sack. They stepped closer, eyes nervously pulling away from his groin for brief moments to make sure the horse wasn't startled by their approach. He was far from it, in fact. As they came within a few feet, they could see him looking at them, unafraid. As they got closer, the lust obvious in their eyes and in their pants, the horse began to show a lust of his own.
The horse's cock emerged and grew rapidly, adding to the list of things they could barely believe. It became more aroused as they came closer, now within arm's length of the horse's testicles. Kevin couldn't resist himself, and kneeled down next to the horse's hind legs, panting with anticipation. He reached out slowly, and when the horse nickered encouragingly, gently placed both paws on the horse's sack. It felt softer than he had expected, and very hot to the touch. He murred, stroking his paws over the surface as his anxiety drifted away. Steven stood nervously behind him, and watched the horse's cock grow.
The sack was much softer than it appeared. The skin was pulled tight by his heavy balls, but it still had a lot of stretch in it, and it gave when he pushed his fingers against it. He hefted one of the horse's testicles, and watched the scrotum contract when he gave it slack. Growing bolder, he leaned past the horse's leg to nuzzle into the soft, warm skin of his ballsack. From this view he could clearly see the horse's cock. It was fully engorged now, with proportions to match the heavy ballsack, and as he watched a large drop of precum oozed out and splashed onto the ground. He hugged both his arms around the ballsack, and licked his lips as he watched the reaction.
At that moment he noticed that he could no longer hear the horse's tail swishing behind his head. He craned his head around to look up, and saw that the tail was now raised, apparently to allow Steven a better look underneath. He had finally approached, and was now investigating under the horse's tail with even more excitement than he had shown before. As Kevin rose, he could see that the horse's anus matched his genitals in size. Steven was fascinated with it.
The horse's pucker looked normal, apart from the size, and looked as leathery soft as his scrotum. The skin was tighter, of course, and showed a powerful muscle underneath that must have been 6 inches in diameter, clenched tight. Kevin wondered briefly what the horse would need with such a large asshole... but then, maybe this wasn't the only equally-endowed horse around here. He snickered to himself, imagining two horses like this mating.
Steven wasn't thinking about questions like that, merely enjoying the moment. He leaned forward and touched the tight sphincter lightly with one finger, stroking it in circles and feeling the intense heat radiating from the horse's body. It puckered outward, and for a second it opened slightly in the center, giving him a brief glimpse of softer, moist flesh. He let out a shuddering sigh, and leaned his face in closer, giving in to his desire.
Kevin just watched as Steven rubbed his muzzle lustily against the horse's asshole, kissing, licking, and breathing heavily. It was obvious the horse was enjoying it, from the way his asshole puckered and pulsed against Steven's face. The sight made Kevin tremendously horny, and he didn't even know why. It wasn't long before he found out, though.
As he watched Steven push his muzzle against the horse's ass with more and more vigor, it didn't surprise him when the tip of his muzzle finally slipped inside. Unexpectedly, though, Steven stopped. He frowned, and tried to pull out, but somehow he was stuck--as slick and soft as it was, the horse's asshole held him fast. More than that, actually, because a moment later he sunk a few inches deeper, and Steven's face started to show worry. He couldn't speak, but his eyes became panicked when he was pulled in further, and the sphincter was wrapped around his entire muzzle, just in front of his eyes. Kevin felt another unexpected jump in his pants. Somehow this was turning him on immensely. Steven's eyes looked at him, pleading him for help, but Kevin couldn't make himself move. He could only pant heavily, and reach slowly towards his pants, as one more pull sucked Steven's head inside of the horse, the sphincter now clenched tightly around his neck.
It was hotter inside the horse than Steven could have guessed. If he had relaxed, he would have enjoyed the heat, the clenching pressure of the horse's rectum, and the slimy lubrication coating his muzzle and head. Out of reflex, though, he panicked, his tail bottle-brushing and his paws jumping up to press at the horse's ass, trying to pull himself out. Despite the lubrication, the only way he seemed to be heading was inwards. The grip was too tight around his neck to let anything loose. Even when it stretched to accommodate his shoulders, the rippling rectal walls around his head held him inside, and pulled him relentlessly deeper.
Steven knew this was impossible, but he had suspended his belief back when he saw the impressively endowed animal. Now there was just the situation at hand, and he knew he couldn't escape. He didn't know what would happen to him, but... he was being eaten, wasn't he? Everyone knows what happens when you get eaten. It's a one-way trip. Game over, boy. He shuddered with fear as another swallow pulled him in to the elbows. Pausing for a second, he thought about the situation, and what exactly a "one-way trip" would entail, and giggled briefly at the ridiculousness of it all. Then another clench came, pushing his mouth shut and sliding him further inside, and he stopped laughing.
It was warm. Kevin could feel it even from the outside, as he stroked the fleshy ring surrounding Steve's neck with something halfway between lust and wonder, but to Steven, neck-deep inside, the horse's asshole was stiflingly hot. Not just hot, but humid as well. To his surprise there was a little air to breathe, but it filled his mouth and lungs with a moistness and scent that almost smothered him. The sucking folds of wet flesh were like nothing he had ever felt. It was like he was being engulfed by some giant, heated octopus. The heat seeped through his fur, and dulled his senses. He panted, but it did little to cool him, and the taste and smell reminded him constantly of where he was. Each sucking pull reminded him that he was only going to go in further.
Outside, in the cool night air, Kevin was suffused with a heat of his own--one that came from inside. Seeing his friend being gobbled up by this huge, muscular horse was driving him wild with desire. He didn't know why; he only knew that his lust was too great to resist. He leaned in closer and gently touched the puckering flesh. He kept his palm against it as the horse contracted, and Steven slipped a few inches deeper. The gulp sucked in air in some strange imitation of a fart, giving Steven a little more to breathe. The muscular ring was loose and pliable at rest, but contracted it was rock hard, and far too strong to be resisted. He pulled his hand back as Steven's shoulders were swallowed, to keep himself from being caught and eaten along with his friend. He could tell that this horse, whatever its origin was, was very good at what it did. Even if his lust-filled mind had given him more sympathy to Steven's plight, he knew there was no way to free him from the voracious horse. Steven was doomed whether he ran away, watched quietly... or had a little fun.
Kevin had a similar reaction as Steven upon seeing the horse's humongous genitalia. It started as a flush that spread through his whole body, and in his mind there was a strange, overpowering desire. The instant he saw that horse's anus, he wanted it. Not just looking, not just fucking--he wanted to kiss it, lick it, rub his muzzle all over, and push inside it, all of him, even if he never came out. He didn't know why, but he did know that there was now a safe way of fulfilling his desire. He quivered slightly as he knelt down, and quickly unfastened Steven's pants. His foxy friend was too busy to notice or struggle as he was undressed, and in a moment Kevin had Steven's tail lifted, and his face inches from Steven's buttocks. Steven's tailhole was clenching and unclenching as he struggled weakly in his fear. Hesitantly Kevin lifted his muzzle between Steven's cheeks, and pressed his wet nose against his pucker. This Steven noticed, but his oxygen level was too low to do anything more than kick his legs weakly once or twice. Kevin extended his tongue and began to bathe the surface of his pucker in saliva. His cock rose as he fed his lust, making his pants uncomfortable. He freed himself from them in just a few seconds, and his cock rose into the air, glistening all over with precum, and hard as a rock with arousal. With one paw he stroked its slick surface. His pleasure blossomed at the first touch, and his buried muzzle sent muffled moans out of Steven's ass. He slid his tongue inside, spreading Steven's pucker with the slick, wriggling muscle.
Kevin closed his eyes and started masturbating rapidly, leaning deeper into Steven's rear. Too exhausted to fight, Steven let himself enjoy the attention. He lay nestled tightly in the horse's bowels, the heat and lack of oxygen making him sleepy and complacent. Nuzzling deeper into the horse's comfortable embrace, he lifted his tail, inviting Kevin to keep playing. Steven snuggled closer into the fleshy warmth surrounding him, wrapped tight and hot. He pulled his arms up to slip them past the sphincter. Then, spreading out his fingers, he pushed gently and inched himself a bit deeper. Kevin chuckled, and tugged at the base of Steven's tail. "Good to see you're enjoying yourself, but don't disappear just yet. I'm not quite finished."
Kevin stood, curling his fingers tighter around Steven's tailbase. With his tail out of the way, Kevin had a good view of Steven's asshole, and as he stood he aimed his erect cock between Steven's buttocks. Feeling the touch, it throbbed warmly against him, a tiny partner to the anything-but-tiny hunger of the horse's rear. It flexed and rippled gratefully as Kevin fed it his thick cock. He bit his lip, groaning through his teeth at the amazing tightness. Steven seemed to feel no pain from the sudden entry; he simply lay still to prolong the pleasurable full sensation, clenching now and then to encourage him.
Kevin started thrusting immediately, desperately trying to sate the lust that was overcoming him. He humped rapidly and loudly into Steven's ass, each thrust creating a squelch of escaping air. His paws seized Steven tightly at the hips, allowing him to hump faster, and he leaned forward to push inside with more force. His panting tongue dripped drool onto Steven's back, until his attention was drawn back to the horse's asshole. His face was only a few inches from it, he realized, and at this range the strange aura of lust surrounding it seized him as it had seized Steven. His wet tongue reached out to bathe its surface. Heat radiated from it, and the muscle beneath the smooth flesh seemed to beckon to him. Insistently he slathered it with saliva, just to feel the powerful beast against his tongue.
Now that his arms were fully inside, Steven's paws roamed over the inside of the horse's rectum. The walls that held him fast were hot and fleshy, and slick with a layer of mucus. He rubbed his paws over every inch, and in every direction it would give slightly, then tighten forcefully, keeping him gripped securely. The only place it wasn't tight was in front of him, deeper inside the horse. He stretched out both arms, but it seemed to go on forever--loose, pulsing, and waiting for a fox to fill it.
Steven began to feel Kevin's swollen knot bumping up against his rear entrance. His own cock was rigid and bent downward against the horse's butt. He reached a paw down to the tight ring around his waist, and gradually his mucus-lubricated hand slipped past the clenching seal. He immediately grabbed his cock and pulled it inside, relieving the pressure and surrounding it with warmth and wetness. Both paws, now covered in mucus, went to his groin and surrounded his aching cock, squeezing and pleasuring it as much as he could. He pumped furiously, humping into the tight, wet tube formed by his paws. The pleasure was so intense that he didn't bother to stop, even when he felt a warm, moist mass pressing against his head. After a moment, though, he realized what it was.
"Shit..." he groaned. The pause in eating had allowed the horse's digestion to resume its normal function. He was now encountering, going the opposite direction, the remains of the horse's last meal. "Well," he thought, "I guess I'll be coming back out by the same path." He was already too resigned and horny to panic, and simply continued masturbating as the shit began to engulf his head.
It was still very wet, so it oozed around his body as pressure pushed it into the rectum. He wriggled weakly, rapidly approaching orgasm, and heard it squish as he moved. It kept coming, folding his ears back as it flowed past him, filling in the small amount of empty spaces that once held air. He heard a loud, muffled fart, and the walls squeezed around him as the air rushed out, virtually coating his body in the tender, slick flesh. He was cocooned in shit and unable to breath, but he was already cumming. His whole body twitched with each spurt he poured into the horse, and his ass clamped down around Kevin's cock. With a quick thrust the knot was suddenly inside him, and his ass gripped it and held on. He sighed in pleasure as the first spurts of Kevin's cum warmed his insides, and faded into unconsciousness.
In his animal lust Kevin not only shoved his knot fully inside Steven's ass, but went on to turn himself around, almost painfully, and rest cheek-to-cheek with him as he released his semen. He howled weakly as he knelt on hands and knees, his penis pulled backwards underneath his legs and still pumping his cum into Steven's asshole. Each spurt was accompanied by a soft grunt, which gradually became just a soft pant. In the darkness, when he closed his eyes, it seemed he could forget where he was. In his sated, exhausted state, he almost fell asleep.
The horse was not finished, however. It had paused when Kevin mounted his friend, some sense of courtesy keeping him from finishing Steven before his impromptu ally had his fun. He also enjoyed the feeling of his prey wriggling, but not trying to escape. Now that the movement had stopped, though, the horse continued feeding.
Kevin began to relax as he felt the warm touch of the horse's soft pucker embrace his buttocks. Steven remained limp behind him as he was slurped up, and as he was pulled in his legs lifted to either side of Kevin's hips. The horse seemed to have no trouble stretching to take in both of them at once--his asshole was stretched so wide it had lost its pucker, but it sucked them in with as much irresistible force as ever. As it started on his hips, Kevin's tail was pushed back at an uncomfortable angle, so he slipped it to his side. Now that the equine butt had a firm grip on him as well as his friend, progress was faster. The horse took a huge gulp, audibly sucking air back into its rectum, and sliding Kevin in up to his nipples. The fox could feel the horse's slick, fleshy insides sticking to him, and forming around his body as it tightened. His arms, legs, and tail were sticking out in front of him, and while he was gradually pulled in he hugged his tail, stroking the tip absentmindedly. His dream was coming true... a dream that until just a few minutes ago he had never been aware of. Here and now it was happening, and he didn't know what to do. He simply relaxed, enjoying the warmth, the wet, and the tightness, and surrendered.
He looked up at the sky. The night was fairly bright, but he could see a few stars. He gazed up at them with a smile on his face, as they began to disappear. The horse's tail flicked above him, coming to block more and more of his view. It draped over his muzzle at first, but when he passed through he could see the tail, raised high, from a unique viewpoint. He felt the asshole clench around his neck, squeezing him deeper. The warmth coming from the horse was soothing. He let his eyes drift closed as the rest of him entered, feeling the tight ring slide over his head, pushing his ears forward, then over his eyes, warming his face, and the finally squeezing over his muzzle and past his nose, puckering tightly against his mouth in some strange mockery of a kiss. He sighed. It was finally over. His entire body was sealed inside the horse, wrapped so tight he couldn't move. The sounds of horse's insides overwhelmed him, deep bass rumblings and gurgles pressing into his head, smothering him as much as the fleshy walls, and the heat. He let himself relax, and began to drift off.
*****
The horse had not grown so large by eating recklessly. The swollen feeling of two bodies filling him up was inexpressible, but he knew he could not digest this much meat before the sun came up. The bulge pushed his abdomen a few feet closer to the ground, churning slightly as his prey progressed through his intestines. The size of the horse's genitals already aroused attention, but if anyone saw the bulge in his body they would certainly examine him. They had examined him before, but he had been careful not to be carrying any evidence in him at the time. If they X-rayed him now... the rare person would be more aroused than frightened, but the rest would run for their pitchforks and torches. He had to get rid of them both tonight.
He knew his stomach could easily make a single fox into nothing but waste in just a few hours, but he couldn't risk letting one go. He thought the second fox submitted willingly, but the risk was still too great. Where could the second fox go, then?
The horse had not gotten so large for no reason, either. Perhaps it was time to experiment with the body he had worked so hard to gain.
With all the delicacy he had learned over the years, the horse gently tightened the section of intestinal wall just between the two foxes. Kevin had also lost consciousness by this point, and his knot had softened considerably. The squeezing walls held him in place as further contractions pulled Steven even deeper, and there was only a small resistance before his penis slid out of his friend's ass and flopped against the inside of the horse. Steven was sucked deeper, making his way towards the stomach, but Kevin's limp form was pushed outwards, back the way he had come.
The change in motion woke him, and in a bleary haze he felt his lips once again kiss the horse's anus from inside. He stuck his tongue out to worm against the moist hole, and it spread easily around his muzzle. As it relaxed over his eyes, he could see the horse's tail again from a unique viewpoint, one very few had seen, and none had seen twice. His shoulders popped out, and he wiggled side to side to free his arms. As soon as most of his weight was outside, the rest of him quickly plopped free from the horse's loosened bowels. Somehow he had avoided most of the shit, but his fur was entirely slicked down with smelly mucus. Wiping it away from his eyes and mouth, he blinked around him, trying to remember where he was. The horse turned around and walked over to him, and as he saw it he remembered.
"Stephen?" he asked, reaching a paw towards the bulge tumbling its way towards the horse's midsection. He could feel it through the short fur and stretched skin of the horse's abdomen--Stephen's body didn't move at all as it was pulled along. By lifting himself on his knees he could press his cheek against the horse's belly. His arms slid around the round belly in a gentle hug, and he nuzzled against the soft fur. Even through the skin and muscle he could feel the fox shifting around, and he followed the bulge with his paws as it moved deeper into the horse. At that moment Stephen's body was nestled just behind the sphincter leading to the horse's enormous stomach. His whole body by now was caked in horse dung, becoming a sleek slimy mass that slipped easily through the horse's intestines. His head had remained mostly uncovered, already being a nice shape for slipping into tight spaces. Muscles bunched up behind him as the horse prepared to push him past the sphincter, and begin digestion.
Kevin felt a sudden lurch, then Stephen's limp form slumped into the stomach, causing the horse's belly to sag down onto Kevin. Stephen was plunged face-first into a pool of acid, and almost immediately the tingling pain broke through his oxygen-deprived stupor, and he woke up to a world of pain. As he began to struggle, his kicks and pushes showed through to Kevin.
An hour ago Kevin might have tried to save him, although there was nothing he could do. After having already given himself to the horse, Kevin knew now what to do. He pressed his face up against the horse's swollen belly, and petted it gently as he began to whisper. "Steven, don't struggle. Let him have you, Steven... we're his. We're his prey. We're meant to feed him, Steven... let it happen. Enjoy it." As he whispered, Kevin's penis swelled its way out of his sheath, pulsing in quiet excitement. He was exciting himself as much as he was encouraging Steven. By the time Steven's struggles began to weaken, it was already rock-hard, almost painfully needy, dripping sticky streams of precum down to the grass.
Inside, Stephen's struggles had broken up the clumps of shit that otherwise would have protected his body for while longer. His tail whipped about in desperation, already bare of fur. With a whoosh, all the air emptied out of his chamber, and the remaining space tightened around him like a fist. He was forced into a fetal position, now unable to do more than whimper in doomed sadness, as the space once filled by air was now taken up by liquid. He couldn't move or breathe, his muscles were weak, and he could feel his bare skin beginning to soften in the acid soup. His last thought was of the horse, and the shit he had passed on his way in. "I'll be getting out of here eventually..." he sighed, and closed his eyes.
Kevin smiled as he felt Steven finally relax. He wanted to join him, and be part of the horse. He felt its eyes on him now, and wondered why it had let him go. What was it expecting from him?
He opened his eyes and pulled away from the gurgling bulge. In front of him was the humongous horse cock he and Steven had admired from afar. Turning his head around, he could see that the horse was watching him, apparently waiting for something. He turned back around.
Despite all the excitement, the horse cock had gone back to a flaccid state. Even without swelling, it was as thick as his waist, and almost touched the ground. He licked his lips and moved towards it, feeling the horse's approval. When he was close, it lifted itself up like a snake and looked at him. It still wasn't erect, so it must have its own muscles, he thought. The hole at the tip-the mouth, he realized--sagged open, but it was only about the size of his fist. "Hmm..." he thought, "It's got to stretch quite a bit... that must be why it's not erect. And if it has muscles, they can probably be used to swallow... me," he finished, smiling a bit at the realization. The horse let him out because he wasn't going to the stomach--there wasn't room enough for him and Steven. "I'm going to be horse cum, aren't I?" He thought the horse whickered in approval, but he wasn't waiting for a response. He had already approached the hungry cock, and bent forward to offer himself to it.
His paws grasped the end and began stroking, petting it gently like a separate being. It flexed, and a dribble of precum flowed out, almost a pint. He lifted it up above him and let the sticky fluid pour onto his face, tasting it and letting it drip down to his chest. Opening his eyes, he could see the cock swallow in anticipation. He didn't keep it waiting, and immediately lowered it down onto his face.
As soon as it touched him it began feeding, latching onto his muzzle and quickly sucking down to his shoulders. It wasn't violent, because Kevin was not resisting, but it fed with a ravenous appetite, feeling the fox's ravenous need to be eaten. Neither of them hesitated or savored it, they both plunged in with equal eagerness. Kevin wriggled in unbearable delight as the cock slid all the way down to his waist in one gulp, pulling itself down his body with powerful suction. His fur was already slick with mucus, so it took no effort to slide the top half of the fox into the horse cock's hungry maw. Kevin opened his mouth as much as he could within the horse's urethra, and began to lick around him and writhe his whole body in deeper. With a pulse of the horse's muscles, his mouth was flooded with precum. The pressure pushed it straight into his stomach, and at the cock's entrance it squirted out around his body, spraying onto his legs and the grass below. Unable to speak, he moaned in his head at the full feeling, his stomach quickly filled to the limit with sweet, sticky lust.
When the cock reached the ground, it had to exert effort to pull him, against gravity, the rest of the way inside. It was a trivial amount of effort compared to the horse's full strength. Kevin closed his mouth and relaxed, allowing the horse's powerful penis to pull him in. He tucked his tail between his legs, and his body slid smoothly up inside the cock. The strong muscles rippled down his back, massaging him in the bargain, and relaxing him further.
His muzzle by now had reached the base of the horse's cock. He wasn't sure what to expect at this point, not knowing much about inner horse anatomy, but he couldn't see a thing in any case. All he could feel was a tight ring sliding down his muzzle, easily opening up to take him inside. He began sinking deeper, and his entire body was now sheathed in the horse's shaft, with only his feet and the tip of his fluffy tail poking out of the tip.
Meanwhile, the horse was enjoying every moment. Each wiggle added to the stimulation of his cock being stretched tight around the fox. His cock swelled around the trapped fox, pulling uncomfortably tight as it lifted and stretched out. As his cock rose up to bounce against his belly, the growing length swelled forward and quickly engulfed the rest of his prey. Now that the fox was entirely inside, the tip of his penis was free to flare out. The horse thrust forward impulsively, reacting to the growing lust.
Kevin felt the horse becoming aroused from inside. The shaft surrounding him tightened as it swelled with blood, and he could feel the horse's heartbeat through his whole body. The rising pressure forced him further inside, sliding his top half fully into the horse's scrotum, and freeing his hands from the shaft. He began feeling around, realizing that he was entering a very small space. As more of him was forced inside, he had to curl up into a fetal position to fit comfortably. He guessed he was resting in one of the testicles. He couldn't feel anything around him except the hole he came in from. He found he could push his arm through the tight ring and into the shaft, but he didn't try to escape. By this time he felt the first tingle of his fate, and he wanted to stay and embrace it. He was the horse's prey now, and he wanted the feeding to go comfortably. He played with it for a while, pushing his muzzle through, and kissing it. Eventually, though, he pulled back and rested tightly within the horse.
When he lay back he felt another bump at the back of his head. It felt just like the hole he had come in through, except this one was dripping fluid. He felt over its surface, feeling the flow increase as he did so. It was sticky, but thinner than semen, and it tingled fiercely as it stuck to his skin. He was startled to realize that most of his fur had gone before he even noticed. The fluid was pooling at his feet, and quickly beginning to fill the small chamber he was in. He felt his fingers sticking as he rubbed them together, and smiled, knowing what was to come. The tingling increased in intensity, but very gradually. Kevin closed his eyes and began stroking himself languidly. Now that the excitement was over, he found himself becoming drowsy. The space he was in had little room for air, and the tingling liquid that had reached his cock was intensely stimulating.
By the time the fluid had reached his muzzle, he could barely feel his cock anymore. He kept pleasuring himself, wanting to cum one last time. As the liquid rose up to his eyes, he opened his muzzle and began drinking it. It was becoming thicker as it dissolved more of him, and he willingly took the semen inside himself, gulp by gulp, eagerly embracing his sticky fate. His last thoughts were of his location, and his destination. As horse semen, he would eventually go into a mare... As he imagined flowing into a mare's warm body, being swallowed one more time, planted deep inside of another horse, he finally came. Twitching weakly, he moaned bubbles into the sticky soup around him, and finally sank down inside it.
*****
The horse sighed in pleasant relief. The struggling was nice, but now that his extra-large meal was well on its way, he could relax and enjoy the full feeling. His cock, however, had different ideas. The red fox had given him much pleasure on the way down, but he had left an erection that demanded relief. Stamping a hoof in pent-up lust, the horse wandered off to search for a mare to give him satisfaction.