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"description": "[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3718956]Prev Chapter[/url]\n\nTara is dragging herself along the road, packed to the brim with brood fly spawn and almost too horny to think, when she's overcome by a voracious appetite. Grass won't do, so her attention shifts to a nearby apple orchard. Unfortunately, it's guarded by a scraggy donkey, but he's more than eager to sell her some apples for the right price~\n\nThis is the third chapter of \"A Different Kind of Brood Mare\", and it's all about Tara's struggle to keep the brood inside her fed and happy. Shifting away from insects, it features heavy degradation and humiliation, watersports, and a thorough, relentless pounding. I wish you a fun read, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments on this story!",
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Tara is dragging herself along the road, packed to the brim with brood fly spawn and almost too horny to think, when she's overcome by a voracious appetite. Grass won't do, so her attention shifts to a nearby apple orchard. Unfortunately, it's guarded by a scraggy donkey, but he's more than eager to sell her some apples for the right price~
This is the third chapter of "A Different Kind of Brood Mare", and it's all about Tara's struggle to keep the brood inside her fed and happy. Shifting away from insects, it features heavy degradation and humiliation, watersports, and a thorough, relentless pounding. I wish you a fun read, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments on this story!",
"writing": "Any passerby would've mistaken Tara for heavily gravid as she trod down the cobbled road beside the river because she was lugging around a giant belly that hung all the way to her knees, and they wouldn't have been entirely wrong. However, she wasn't carrying foals. Instead, her womb and intestines were stuffed with at least three hundred pounds of giant fly larvae, each as big as a big bread roll. \n\nThe memory of how the maggots got inside her was still fresh on her mind, but at least they had remained dormant since then. The same couldn't be said about her estrus, which had returned with mind-crushing might. The fire inside her burned so maddeningly that she paid barely any attention to the sun-soaked, rolling meadows and pastures around her. Her legs moved on habit alone as her mind was trapped in a never-ending storm of wild fantasies. She was drooling over scenarios that had her at the center of the biggest, randiest studs, entire armies of pent-up soldiers, and above all, another, even bigger swarm of those gorgeous green flies to whisk her away into heavenly bliss for another day.\n\nLost up in her imagination, Tara didn't even notice the actual patrol of local guardsmen that passed her, nor any of the pilgrims and other travelers that walked by, while her sweat-soaked body shamelessly broadcast her heat for all of them to see and smell. Her tail had refused to go down since she got up this morning, flaunting her plump, engorged goods. Her pussy was drenched with her juices, overflowing and dripping so much that she left a slimy, glistening trail in her wake, and even her teats had swollen since yesterday, plump and jiggling from side to side like a cow's udders. She stank like a whole stable of mares in estrus, even though her womb was already occupied, and at least one of the passing guards sneaked a wanton peek at her backside, his leather pants visibly tightening from the view.\n\nYet, there was one thing that could challenge the mare's excruciating heat: her hunger. After two hours of walking, her stomach was painfully empty, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind, but no matter how much grass she chowed down, it barely eased her hunger pangs. She needed something more filling to sustain her, or she'd soon pass out at the wayside.\n\nWith glassy eyes and heavy breath, Tara scanned the surrounding landscape for more effective food. She found some green pastures and a few wheat and corn fields around her, but nothing captured her attention as much as an apple orchard on the opposite side of the river. Sweet, delicious apples~ The mere thought of sinking her teeth into a plump, ripe apple was all the convincing she needed to turn on the spot and pass the stream via a narrow wooden bridge that led to the orchard's gate.\n\nThe rickety construction bent and groaned under the weight of the heavily gravid mare, but it held. However, she didn't get much further than that, as the gate was, obviously, locked. She looked along the dry stone wall that surrounded the orchard, wondering if she could climb over it, but she doubted that she had enough strength to drag her heavy frame over it. Maybe she could push through it? Or perhaps she just bent over it and snatched some apples from a pile that someone had conveniently heaped up right beside the entrance?\n\n\"Howdy, doll. What's a big gal like you doing out here in the fields?\" A raspy voice startled Tara out of her thoughts.\n\nThe mare jolted up with a neigh, almost collapsing as she accidentally shifted her weight onto her sprained hoof. Once she recovered her balance, she spotted who had just talked to her: an old donkey with scraggly gray fur and a dirty, bristly brown mane stood beside the equally gray stone wall, noisily chewing on a half-eaten apple. He looked at least twice her age with a large scar running across his left face and dull, dirt-encrusted hooves.\n\n\"O-oh, hey! Hey there! I'm just… I'm just passing through.\"\n\n\"You're passing through, eh? Passing through to where? This is a dead end. The road's over there,\" the donkey remarked with a crude bray. \"Unless you're here for something else.\" He sauntered toward the pile of apples and picked one with his teeth, chomping it in half with a loud crunch. \"Hungry?\"\n\nTara licked the drool off her lips with a nervous whicker and looked away from the unkempt male and his tantalizing apples, only to catch a passing glimpse of his package. The male was endowed with two sagging black balls and a grimy sheath, from which the very tip of his slimy pink cock and a few soggy pieces of straw peeked out. She also got a whiff of his scent, and he smelled exactly as he looked, assaulting her nostrils with his sweaty musk.\n\nAnd yet, the sight and stench of the old, unsightly donkey fanned the fire inside her loins more effectively than her wildest fantasies.\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" she finally pressed out, dizzy from her surging estrus. \"Q-quite a bit, actually. Are they yours?\"\n\n\"Right now, they are, but for the right price, they could be yours~\"\n\nTara gulped, barely daring to ask, \"How much are they?\"\n\n\"A shilling each.\" His grin widened.\n\n\"Per pound?\"\n\n\"No, per apple.\"\n\nTara's gaze lingered between the donkey's hind legs for another heartbeat before she reached for the purse she always wore around her neck… only to discover that it was no longer there. She must have lost it while getting swarmed by the flies yesterday! Meanwhile, her stomach let out another agonizing growl, reminding her that she needed food now, no matter the cost. \"W-what if I cannot pay that much?\"\n\nThe donkey's grin twisted into something nasty. \"I'll give you a dozen if you get in here and let me fuck that tight, fat ass of yours,\" he suggested without missing a beat. He licked the apple juice off his lips and took another one by the stem, dangling it right before her eyes, before he tossed it aside. \"Or you stay a little longer, maybe for the rest of the afternoon, eating as many apples as you want while I put some foals inside you~\"\n\nTara swallowed hard and grimaced. Even after the whole endeavor with the flies in the woods and burning up with need, the thought of offering herself to this sleazy old donkey upset her because while the insects had acted purely on instinct, he was shamelessly taking advantage of her predicament. He knew full well that she wouldn't refuse. She couldn't, as her rekindled estrus ruined what little sanity she had left, flooding her mind with the very real fantasy of getting mounted and served by this scruffy, dirty male like a cheap whore, and her hunger… all those apples, those delicious apples…\n\n\"As many as I want?\" she asked reluctantly.\n\n\"As many as you can cram into your fat, greedy gullet, doll~\" he replied with a loud bray. Then he bent his muzzle toward a big, rusty key dangling around his neck, only to pause halfway as if he had forgotten about something. \"Oh, and we'll do this all on my terms. You do as I say, or Imma kick you out.\"\n\nHis blunt demand made Tara's pussy wink so violently that she groaned in painful arousal. Heat and hunger were conspiring against her, driving her so far that she was not only willing, but desperate to get used by this dirty ass, and she nodded in resignation. \"Yes, I'll do whatever you say.\"\n\nAt least he couldn't actually impregnate her, but she knew better than to tell him.\n\n\"Good,\" the donkey grunted. Taking the key between his teeth, he slotted it into the gate's lock and opened it with a rusty click and creak. \"Now come with me, slut. I got a nice, cozy spot for us in the back.\"\n\nThe mare reflexively clenched her hind legs together as she hobbled through the entrance, but not without helping herself to a few apples first. She inhaled three of them without chewing before finally savoring the sweet, fruity aroma of the fourth, shaking and groaning with bliss as she bit into it and reveled in the explosion of flavor.\n\n\"Come,\" the jack grunted, shoving his snout into her side while she was still chewing.\n\n\"Yesh, I'm coming,\" she mumbled, plucking one more apple out of the pile before she trudged after the scruffy donkey. At least, she got a delicious view of his fat, jiggling balls as she followed him, and his rank, sweaty musk made her muzzle water more profusely than the apples. She had never been hornier in her life, a slave to her unyielding estrus as it had set her up with this old, slimy male, and her mind melted into a puddle of pure, raw need, her plump horse cunt winking and drooling so much that the whole orchard soon smelled of randy mare. \n\nAll the while, Tara was left to wonder what special spot this guy was bringing her to? Was it about privacy? Either way, the farther they walked, the more apples she could eat on the way, too hungry to care whether they were freshly fallen or not.\n\nAfter walking almost half a mile across the sun-bathed orchard, they finally reached their destination: a weather-worn, rickety pile of rocks and rubble that masqueraded as a makeshift tool shack. In front of it stood a big salt lick, a dented tin water trough, another heap of slightly aged apples, and a large dirt patch which probably served as the donkey's dust bath.\n\nTapping the edge of the dirt pit, the male snorted, \"Lay down. Get yourself comfortable. Grab yourself another apple.\"\n\nThe jack didn't have to tell her twice. Winded, heaving, and sweating, Tara slumped into the dirt and let out a groan of relief, only to bend toward the trough. With her throat as dry as the ground beneath her, she hoped to take a sip, but it was completely empty.\n\n\"Oh, you're thirsty?\"\n\n\"Y-yes, a little.\"\n\n\"That's perfect timing. 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Take it inside your useless slut hole,\" the donkey growled, tapping his slimy, sweaty cock head against her lips to snap her out of her daze.\n\nUnable to think too hard about it, Tara parted her muzzle and wrapped it around the rim of his glans with a thirsty groan.\n\n\"Now get to swallowing.\" The jack grunted, shoving his salty prick another inch into her mouth before he released a powerful, hissing stream of hot, golden piss. \"Drink up and don't spill any because that's all you're gonna get.\"\n\nThe mare reflexively gagged and shook as the pungent taste of the donkey's concentrated urine assaulted her taste buds, but she did as told. With a loud, wet gulp, she choked down the first muzzleful of his acrid wastewater. Then the next, and another… The fire in her loins flared up anew as his warm piss washed down her neck, and before she knew it, she pushed her muzzle further onto his schlong, taking it all the way to his medial ring while he relieved himself with a throaty snort. \"Fuck yeah, that's the spirit. Suck on it and guzzle my piss, you filthy slut.\"\n\nThe things she did for some apples and relief. The things she somehow enjoyed for apples and relief, and it wasn't just her. A powerful ripple rushed through her as some of the larvae inside her woke from their slumber. Was it because she had lain down on her belly? Was it because of her arousal? Was it the fault of the donkey's piss and stench? Either way, reward and punishment were never closer to each other as the bloated maggots started writhing and squirming inside her, sending shockwaves of surprise stimulation through her.\n\n\"Oh Gods…\" Tara choked, the donkey's urine splattering out of her muzzle as she pulled away from his cock.\n\n\"The fuck you think you're do…\" The male's rant stopped when the mare came with a hot, needy neigh of joy. \"Cumming from drinking piss, eh? I didn't think you were that desperate, and we're just getting started.\" With a cheeky grin, he aimed his stiffening meat at her neck, soaking her sweaty brown fur with the last few ounces of his pungent urine before he was done.\n\nTara didn't care. She hardly even noticed that he was urinating on her as her mind melted down with an overdue climax, her pussy clenching and convulsing violently as more and more of her fat, grubby guests joined the mindless squirming and writhing inside her guts and womb.\n\nFortunately, the randy jack was too captivated by her sudden orgasm and her plump, winking equine pussy to pay attention to her belly. Otherwise, he might have noticed how it bulged and wobbled with her writhing cargo in a way that couldn't be explained away with kicking foals as he mounted her with a hungry grunt. He immediately bucked his hips forward, slapping his fat, grimy schlong against her butt and smearing her with slimy pre and leftover piss. \"I hope you're ready, whore, because I'm gonna plow your fat ass until you're swollen with my foals.\"\n\nThe mare whined with mindless lust and pushed back against the donkey's fuck meat, begging with throaty desperation, \"Yes! Please, stop teasing me! Fuck me! Use me! Breed me!\" Her reservations, her shame, her decency, whatever was still left of these vanished into thin air thanks to her brain-breaking climax and her insatiable need for more, no matter the cost, no matter the partner.\n\n\"Hoo boy, I've seen some needy sluts in my days, but you're a real freak. Seriously, selling your womb for a few shabby apples?\" the male snorted, pulling back to jab his tip against her plump cunt until it finally wedged itself between her soaked folds. \"Also, just so we're clear here: the foals gonna be all yours. Ain't gonna get in the way with 'em.\"\n\nHe left Tara no time to respond, ramming the rest of his fat, stiffening donkey prick inside her in one brutal thrust. She was wet enough that she could take it, but getting impaled by almost two feet of hot, throbbing stud meat nevertheless left her howling in overstimulated bliss. Any response that might have been forming in her mind shattered like the rest of her sanity, and she tossed back her head, neighing at the sky until she foamed at the muzzle.\n\nThe donkey obviously wasn't done after one deep thrust, but he did pause for a few seconds, growling under his breath, \"Fucking hell, you're clenching like a vice. But don't worry, I'm not gonna pop inside you like an overeager colt. Gonna take my sweet time with you, fuck meat.\"\n\nThe mare gasped as he dropped his entire weight onto her back and snatched her scruff, exacerbating her orgasm with an unexpectedly stimulating flash of pain. Then he started thrusting properly, yanking his swollen schlong halfway out of her before battering it back in with a thundering snort, again and again, and she had to give him that: he was more vigorous than most of her previous partners as he fucked her with no regard for her pleasure. Not that he had to. For all he knew, she had come from drinking his piss, so the stimulation from his savage rutting would be more than enough to keep her cumming as he abused her pussy like a disposable toy.\n\nOr, as he had put it, fuck meat.\n\nMeanwhile, the squirming maggots contributed their fair share to Tara's otherworldly climax, stroking, rubbing, and stimulating parts deep inside her that had never been stimulated before. The scraggy donkey's rutting riled them up into a mad frenzy, making them writhe and shift around her insides like fat, bloated butterflies to do… whatever they were trying to do. The mare didn't know what they were up to, but she couldn't care less as her brain got ripped apart by bliss and her cunt stretched and straightened by so much thick, glorious cock meat.\n\n\"Yeah, take my fat cock and keep screaming for me, you filthy cock whore,\" the jack grunted, letting go of her scruff just long enough to recover before he bit into it again, yanking on it while he hammered her with careless fervor and swinging balls.\n\nEvery slap of his fat, flailing breeding orbs elicited an even breathier, wetter squeal from her muzzle as they whacked her suppled teats. No matter how old and shabby he looked, he was packing heat and delivering where it mattered. She shivered just thinking about his imminent orgasm, cumming even harder in anticipation of his big, gooey load.\n\nHowever, the donkey wasn't quite ready to douse Tara's hormonal fire yet. As promised, he lasted longer than an overeager colt, and longer than all her other partners, rutting her for several hours straight in a relentless frenzy. At least that's what it felt like to her, but with her mind scrambled by her perpetual climax, it could've been anything from minutes to days. The sun could've set and risen again, and she wouldn't have noticed as she was trapped inside her own reality, her senses too overwhelmed by the randy male and hundreds of wriggling larvae to process anything else.\n\nThe mare finally snapped out of her haze when her partner's cock flared inside her. The telltale sign of his imminent orgasm sent her into a state of dizzying excitement, returning her ability to speak, only for her to howl for him, the orchard, and all passerby in a two-mile radius to hear, \"Yes! Breed me! Fill me up! Fill me with your thick, hot cum and knock me up!\"\n\n\"With the greatest pleasure, you freaky slut,\" the donkey grunted, drooling over her neck as he gave her ravaged pussy a few more sluggish hip thrusts. Then he stopped, letting loose a thundering bray as he pumped his gooey baby batter inside her, flooding her channel with big, bubbling gushes of cum.\n\nUnbeknownst to the male, the entrance to Tara's womb stood wide open, admitting every drop of his sticky seed into her uterus, but instead of rushing through her tubes to soak her ripe ova, his eager swimmers washed around the fat, lumpy bodies of dozens upon dozens of agitated maggots. Instead of spawning new life, his semen merely fed the one already inside her, nurturing and fattening her squirming infestation even more.\n\n\"Fuck me, your cunt is ravenous. It's milking me completely dry,\" the jack snickered, his drooling tongue draped over her side as her convulsing loins drained every drop from his clenching sack.\n\nOnce he had spent his whole load, he let out a deep sigh and slowly extracted his soaked cock meat from her well-fucked hole. Though he didn't notice that not a single drop of his cum clouded her clear, sticky squirts as he dropped off her back and headed to the pile of apples for a quick snack. \"How are you feeling, whore? Still up for more? Or already regretting your decision?\"\n\nTara answered with a guttural, incomprehensible groan, too busy gasping and heaving for breath to muster a proper response. His eruption had barely alleviated the fire inside her, and now that she received a prime view of his sagging scrotum and dripping rod, it hit her even harder. There wasn't a hint of regret in her mind. Only hunger. Ravenous, gluttonous hunger for more. More cock. More food. More of everything.\n\nThe mare dragged herself toward the apples, but the donkey stopped her with his hind hoof. \"I asked you a question, so you better fucking answer me.\"\n\n\"I'm hungry. You said I could have all the apples I want,\" Tara slurred.\n\n\"Right. And you're gonna stock up for your foals too now~\" the old donkey snorted. Then he grabbed an apple with his muzzle, took a big, slobbery bite out of it, and dropped it into the dust in front of her face. \"Here you go.\"\n\nTara was so desperate for food that she didn't even pause to acknowledge the humiliation, chowing down the apple in one go.\n\n\"Wow, not even a thank you. But I'm probably expecting too much,\" the male stated, visibly disappointed as he kicked the bottom of the apple pile. Another two dozen of them rolled right in front of the mare, but she could only gobble up one before she was greeted by a familiar hissing. Having stepped on top of her reward, he unleashed another brief piss, enough to douse the apples with his steaming, slightly cum-clouded urine. \n\nTara still didn't say anything, greedily devouring the piss-steeped apples one by one until the last had disappeared down her ravenous gullet. Then she bent forward and guzzled up the puddle of urine without another thought, acting on thirsty instinct alone.\n\n\"Fucking animal.\" The donkey shook his head as he plodded behind her. \"Anyway, I hope you're ready for round two, fuck meat. Or not. I don't care. As long as you don't bother to answer me, I'm just gonna assume…\"\n\n\"Ah, shut up. Stop babbling and put your cock back inside me, you stupid donkey,\" she cried out.\n\n\"Oh?\" He paused, looking at her for a stunned moment before his grin once again twisted into something vile. Not that she paid attention to it. \"Why didn't you say so right away?\"\n\nThe mare let out an impatient snort, but the jack made sure she got what she wanted before she could say anything else. He tossed himself on top of her and thrust his flared, cum-soaked tip against her backside with a hoarse snort. His aim was off, as his glans smacked against her plump asshole instead of her loose cunt, but that didn't seem to bother him as he stuffed it into her snug ring and unceremoniously speared her butt with his entire rod, no warning or preparation.\n\nTara jolted up with a distressed neigh as the male invaded her butt. \"Fuck! That's my ass, you dumb jack!\"\n\n\"I know, but that's what a dirty slut like you deserves for daring to speak up like that,\" the donkey growled, nipping at her ear. \"Now beg for me to keep going and ruin your useless ass.\"\n\nThe mare whined as another surge of pleasure ripped through her, the larvae stirring and squirming even harder as if to compensate for her partner's roughness. Or were they eager for the same gooey feeding as their siblings in her womb? Either way, they weren't letting up, and her options were limited. Limited to exactly one.\n\n\"I said beg. Let me hear it, whore.\"\n\nShaking from the overstimulation, Tara nodded and snorted, \"Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard and break me, you stupid stud! Pound my guts and use me like a toieeearghh!\" Her voice disintegrated into a ringing squeal when the male went to work with a satisfied snort. In and out, his hips quickly became a blur as he pounded her with all his lust and rage, biting and yanking at her scruff as he punished her with every single inch of his fat donkey cock.\n\nHer response? An even louder cry echoed across the orchard as he violated her ass, pushing her over the edge that all those squirming maggots had carried her toward. Her climax was as explosive as the first, her convulsing butthole massaging the donkey's fuck meat as if to reward him for reaming her without consideration. All the while, her pussy was sorely empty, clenching with wet, sloppy smacks, winking and squirting violently without any cock to plug it, but at least her fat folds and flicking pleasure bead received some rough love as the male's swinging sack whacked against them, tenderizing her sensitive entrance with harsh plaps.\n\n\"Wow, you're cumming from getting your ass ruined too?\" the donkey grunted, giving her battered scruff with slobbery kisses. \"I kinda wish I could keep you around. Train you. Make you cum from shoving my sweaty nuts into your face.\"\n\nVery little of his words actually reached the mare's lust-clouded mind, but what made it through riled her up even more. Her contractions grew more vigorous, her insides and holes clamping up with quaking force while he thrust through her orgasmic rhythm without mercy. After all, he was stuffing her ass, so he was no longer trying to breed her; he was just using her, ravaging her, ruining her, while enjoying her energetic reaction with crude brays and snorts.\n\nThe donkey's brutal rut broke Tara completely, turning her into a drooling, screaming piece of fuck meat, overstimulated and entoiled in a permanent orgasm. Her sense of time slipped again, the shed and orchard blurred before her eyes, and pleasure became her only purpose, to receive and provide, to suffer from it and revel in it.\n\nThe only thing that disrupted her lust-drunk daze was the old ass's orgasms. Every load left her reeling harder than the last as the thick, hot shower whipped the maggots inside her into a writhing frenzy, and by the time they calmed down, her insatiable partner had already recuperated and went for another round. And another. Plowing her ass, her pussy, in turns, ramming it inside one hole before yanking it out again to impale her other hole, over and over, so often that she lost track of it. Although in her state, she couldn't even distinguish three rounds from thirty, while it felt like he was pounding her for hours upon hours.\n\nTara only dropped out of her otherworldly rush once the donkey and the larvae inside her were completely satisfied, a few minutes passing after he pulled out without him slotting his cock back into her ruined, gaping orifices again. Not that he was leaving her alone quite yet, as he mounted her from the other side and shoved his dripping, cum-soaked schlong into her face.\n\n\"Fuck, that was the best, most intense sex of my life. Your holes are addictive, whore. Sucking me in and milking me dry like that's all you're made for,\" the male sighed, poking his flared tip against her lips until she opened up with a distracted groan. \"Anyway, we better stop before the sun goes down completely. I already wasted enough time on breeding your fat womb, fuck meat.\"\n\nStars flashed before Tara's eyes when the donkey unceremoniously rammed his entire schlong down her gullet. He didn't care whether she could take it or not, leaving her gagging and choking on it as he lazily dragged his meat back and forth a few inches to scrub it clean with her throat. At least, it finally softened after hours of almost nonstop use, but that made it only slightly easier to handle. Plus, it once more allowed him to do something he couldn't while fully erect.\n\n\"Hnnnnfff, here's something to remember me by.\" With a guttural sigh, the scruffy donkey voided his bladder inside her one last time, filling her stomach with half a gallon of his hot, pungent liquid before he pulled back, flooding her mouth and taste buds, splattering her snout and muzzle, her face, her mane, her neck, and her forelegs with the remaining half gallon. Stepping back, he admired her piss-soaked, dripping profile with a grin. Then he tapped his hoof onto the ground. \"Now get up and follow me, slut.\"\n\n\"Guuuhhhh…\" With a groan, Tara dragged herself back on her hooves. She snatched a few more apples before she stumbled after the male across the orchard. At least for the moment, his pounding had quenched her estrus, but at what cost? To realize how thoroughly she had whored herself out for a few bites of food? Degraded and humiliated by some scraggy, dirty donkey? Mounted, pounded, and bred for hours upon hours by that depraved pervert, carried from climax to climax, pleasure-broken beyond repair…\n\nThe mare's balance was shaky, her energy sapped, but even just another glimpse of the male's fat balls got her loins tingling. She should be curling up and burning with shame and regret… yet she started drooling, her mind immediately drifting off into lewd fantasies without any prompting from her heat. Her tail rose up, her gaped pussy convulsing with a gooey squelch, and only her actual, physical exhaustion kept her from begging for more as bluish darkness enveloped the landscape. Instead, a slutty groan slipped from her throat as something suddenly squirmed out of her cratered, violated asshole and dropped onto the ground with a wet splat.\n\n\"What was that?\" the donkey grunted, halting with one ear raised.\n\n\"N-nothing.\" Tara stuttered as a fat, sperm-soaked maggot crawled into the tall grass beside her.\n\n\"Eh.\" Waggling his head, the male carried on and led her to the gate. After locking the door, he licked his lips and leered at her. \"That was fun, but I gotta go now. If you ever find yourself in need of another hard dicking, you can also find me in Clover's Brook in the stables by the eastern gate. Or here. Just follow your nose~\" He let out a snorting laugh. Then he headed across the shoddy wooden bridge, leaving her to herself without another comment.\n\nTara looked after him, simply standing at the orchard's gate for another five minutes with the acrid taste of his piss still fresh on her tongue. Then she let out a heavy sigh and climbed down to the edge of the river to clean herself from their messy encounter, rinsing the cum and urine, the sweat and dirt. After that, she only just managed to drag herself underneath the bridge before she passed out right beside the stream, one hind hoof dangling into the flowing water while the rest of her heavy, bloated body lay in the muddy, soaked riverside grass.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Any passerby would've mistaken Tara for heavily gravid as she trod down the cobbled road beside the river because she was lugging around a giant belly that hung all the way to her knees, and they wouldn't have been entirely wrong. However, she wasn't carrying foals. Instead, her womb and intestines were stuffed with at least three hundred pounds of giant fly larvae, each as big as a big bread roll.
The memory of how the maggots got inside her was still fresh on her mind, but at least they had remained dormant since then. The same couldn't be said about her estrus, which had returned with mind-crushing might. The fire inside her burned so maddeningly that she paid barely any attention to the sun-soaked, rolling meadows and pastures around her. Her legs moved on habit alone as her mind was trapped in a never-ending storm of wild fantasies. She was drooling over scenarios that had her at the center of the biggest, randiest studs, entire armies of pent-up soldiers, and above all, another, even bigger swarm of those gorgeous green flies to whisk her away into heavenly bliss for another day.
Lost up in her imagination, Tara didn't even notice the actual patrol of local guardsmen that passed her, nor any of the pilgrims and other travelers that walked by, while her sweat-soaked body shamelessly broadcast her heat for all of them to see and smell. Her tail had refused to go down since she got up this morning, flaunting her plump, engorged goods. Her pussy was drenched with her juices, overflowing and dripping so much that she left a slimy, glistening trail in her wake, and even her teats had swollen since yesterday, plump and jiggling from side to side like a cow's udders. She stank like a whole stable of mares in estrus, even though her womb was already occupied, and at least one of the passing guards sneaked a wanton peek at her backside, his leather pants visibly tightening from the view.
Yet, there was one thing that could challenge the mare's excruciating heat: her hunger. After two hours of walking, her stomach was painfully empty, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind, but no matter how much grass she chowed down, it barely eased her hunger pangs. She needed something more filling to sustain her, or she'd soon pass out at the wayside.
With glassy eyes and heavy breath, Tara scanned the surrounding landscape for more effective food. She found some green pastures and a few wheat and corn fields around her, but nothing captured her attention as much as an apple orchard on the opposite side of the river. Sweet, delicious apples~ The mere thought of sinking her teeth into a plump, ripe apple was all the convincing she needed to turn on the spot and pass the stream via a narrow wooden bridge that led to the orchard's gate.
The rickety construction bent and groaned under the weight of the heavily gravid mare, but it held. However, she didn't get much further than that, as the gate was, obviously, locked. She looked along the dry stone wall that surrounded the orchard, wondering if she could climb over it, but she doubted that she had enough strength to drag her heavy frame over it. Maybe she could push through it? Or perhaps she just bent over it and snatched some apples from a pile that someone had conveniently heaped up right beside the entrance?
"Howdy, doll. What's a big gal like you doing out here in the fields?" A raspy voice startled Tara out of her thoughts.
The mare jolted up with a neigh, almost collapsing as she accidentally shifted her weight onto her sprained hoof. Once she recovered her balance, she spotted who had just talked to her: an old donkey with scraggly gray fur and a dirty, bristly brown mane stood beside the equally gray stone wall, noisily chewing on a half-eaten apple. He looked at least twice her age with a large scar running across his left face and dull, dirt-encrusted hooves.
"O-oh, hey! Hey there! I'm just… I'm just passing through."
"You're passing through, eh? Passing through to where? This is a dead end. The road's over there," the donkey remarked with a crude bray. "Unless you're here for something else." He sauntered toward the pile of apples and picked one with his teeth, chomping it in half with a loud crunch. "Hungry?"
Tara licked the drool off her lips with a nervous whicker and looked away from the unkempt male and his tantalizing apples, only to catch a passing glimpse of his package. The male was endowed with two sagging black balls and a grimy sheath, from which the very tip of his slimy pink cock and a few soggy pieces of straw peeked out. She also got a whiff of his scent, and he smelled exactly as he looked, assaulting her nostrils with his sweaty musk.
And yet, the sight and stench of the old, unsightly donkey fanned the fire inside her loins more effectively than her wildest fantasies.
"Y-yeah," she finally pressed out, dizzy from her surging estrus. "Q-quite a bit, actually. Are they yours?"
"Right now, they are, but for the right price, they could be yours~"
Tara gulped, barely daring to ask, "How much are they?"
"A shilling each." His grin widened.
"Per pound?"
"No, per apple."
Tara's gaze lingered between the donkey's hind legs for another heartbeat before she reached for the purse she always wore around her neck… only to discover that it was no longer there. She must have lost it while getting swarmed by the flies yesterday! Meanwhile, her stomach let out another agonizing growl, reminding her that she needed food now, no matter the cost. "W-what if I cannot pay that much?"
The donkey's grin twisted into something nasty. "I'll give you a dozen if you get in here and let me fuck that tight, fat ass of yours," he suggested without missing a beat. He licked the apple juice off his lips and took another one by the stem, dangling it right before her eyes, before he tossed it aside. "Or you stay a little longer, maybe for the rest of the afternoon, eating as many apples as you want while I put some foals inside you~"
Tara swallowed hard and grimaced. Even after the whole endeavor with the flies in the woods and burning up with need, the thought of offering herself to this sleazy old donkey upset her because while the insects had acted purely on instinct, he was shamelessly taking advantage of her predicament. He knew full well that she wouldn't refuse. She couldn't, as her rekindled estrus ruined what little sanity she had left, flooding her mind with the very real fantasy of getting mounted and served by this scruffy, dirty male like a cheap whore, and her hunger… all those apples, those delicious apples…
"As many as I want?" she asked reluctantly.
"As many as you can cram into your fat, greedy gullet, doll~" he replied with a loud bray. Then he bent his muzzle toward a big, rusty key dangling around his neck, only to pause halfway as if he had forgotten about something. "Oh, and we'll do this all on my terms. You do as I say, or Imma kick you out."
His blunt demand made Tara's pussy wink so violently that she groaned in painful arousal. Heat and hunger were conspiring against her, driving her so far that she was not only willing, but desperate to get used by this dirty ass, and she nodded in resignation. "Yes, I'll do whatever you say."
At least he couldn't actually impregnate her, but she knew better than to tell him.
"Good," the donkey grunted. Taking the key between his teeth, he slotted it into the gate's lock and opened it with a rusty click and creak. "Now come with me, slut. I got a nice, cozy spot for us in the back."
The mare reflexively clenched her hind legs together as she hobbled through the entrance, but not without helping herself to a few apples first. She inhaled three of them without chewing before finally savoring the sweet, fruity aroma of the fourth, shaking and groaning with bliss as she bit into it and reveled in the explosion of flavor.
"Come," the jack grunted, shoving his snout into her side while she was still chewing.
"Yesh, I'm coming," she mumbled, plucking one more apple out of the pile before she trudged after the scruffy donkey. At least, she got a delicious view of his fat, jiggling balls as she followed him, and his rank, sweaty musk made her muzzle water more profusely than the apples. She had never been hornier in her life, a slave to her unyielding estrus as it had set her up with this old, slimy male, and her mind melted into a puddle of pure, raw need, her plump horse cunt winking and drooling so much that the whole orchard soon smelled of randy mare.
All the while, Tara was left to wonder what special spot this guy was bringing her to? Was it about privacy? Either way, the farther they walked, the more apples she could eat on the way, too hungry to care whether they were freshly fallen or not.
After walking almost half a mile across the sun-bathed orchard, they finally reached their destination: a weather-worn, rickety pile of rocks and rubble that masqueraded as a makeshift tool shack. In front of it stood a big salt lick, a dented tin water trough, another heap of slightly aged apples, and a large dirt patch which probably served as the donkey's dust bath.
Tapping the edge of the dirt pit, the male snorted, "Lay down. Get yourself comfortable. Grab yourself another apple."
The jack didn't have to tell her twice. Winded, heaving, and sweating, Tara slumped into the dirt and let out a groan of relief, only to bend toward the trough. With her throat as dry as the ground beneath her, she hoped to take a sip, but it was completely empty.
"Oh, you're thirsty?"
"Y-yes, a little."
"That's perfect timing. Look here, whore."
The mare turned around, only to find herself face-to-face with the donkey's half-hard, dangling pink rod. It wasn't particularly large or otherwise impressive compared to some of the other stallions she had met and seen over the years, but it reeked as intensely as three of them, overpowering her nose with more musk than she could bear. Eyes watering, she gagged… before she took another deep huff of it, sucking it in with horny greed until she almost passed out from it.
"Open wide. Take it inside your useless slut hole," the donkey growled, tapping his slimy, sweaty cock head against her lips to snap her out of her daze.
Unable to think too hard about it, Tara parted her muzzle and wrapped it around the rim of his glans with a thirsty groan.
"Now get to swallowing." The jack grunted, shoving his salty prick another inch into her mouth before he released a powerful, hissing stream of hot, golden piss. "Drink up and don't spill any because that's all you're gonna get."
The mare reflexively gagged and shook as the pungent taste of the donkey's concentrated urine assaulted her taste buds, but she did as told. With a loud, wet gulp, she choked down the first muzzleful of his acrid wastewater. Then the next, and another… The fire in her loins flared up anew as his warm piss washed down her neck, and before she knew it, she pushed her muzzle further onto his schlong, taking it all the way to his medial ring while he relieved himself with a throaty snort. "Fuck yeah, that's the spirit. Suck on it and guzzle my piss, you filthy slut."
The things she did for some apples and relief. The things she somehow enjoyed for apples and relief, and it wasn't just her. A powerful ripple rushed through her as some of the larvae inside her woke from their slumber. Was it because she had lain down on her belly? Was it because of her arousal? Was it the fault of the donkey's piss and stench? Either way, reward and punishment were never closer to each other as the bloated maggots started writhing and squirming inside her, sending shockwaves of surprise stimulation through her.
"Oh Gods…" Tara choked, the donkey's urine splattering out of her muzzle as she pulled away from his cock.
"The fuck you think you're do…" The male's rant stopped when the mare came with a hot, needy neigh of joy. "Cumming from drinking piss, eh? I didn't think you were that desperate, and we're just getting started." With a cheeky grin, he aimed his stiffening meat at her neck, soaking her sweaty brown fur with the last few ounces of his pungent urine before he was done.
Tara didn't care. She hardly even noticed that he was urinating on her as her mind melted down with an overdue climax, her pussy clenching and convulsing violently as more and more of her fat, grubby guests joined the mindless squirming and writhing inside her guts and womb.
Fortunately, the randy jack was too captivated by her sudden orgasm and her plump, winking equine pussy to pay attention to her belly. Otherwise, he might have noticed how it bulged and wobbled with her writhing cargo in a way that couldn't be explained away with kicking foals as he mounted her with a hungry grunt. He immediately bucked his hips forward, slapping his fat, grimy schlong against her butt and smearing her with slimy pre and leftover piss. "I hope you're ready, whore, because I'm gonna plow your fat ass until you're swollen with my foals."
The mare whined with mindless lust and pushed back against the donkey's fuck meat, begging with throaty desperation, "Yes! Please, stop teasing me! Fuck me! Use me! Breed me!" Her reservations, her shame, her decency, whatever was still left of these vanished into thin air thanks to her brain-breaking climax and her insatiable need for more, no matter the cost, no matter the partner.
"Hoo boy, I've seen some needy sluts in my days, but you're a real freak. Seriously, selling your womb for a few shabby apples?" the male snorted, pulling back to jab his tip against her plump cunt until it finally wedged itself between her soaked folds. "Also, just so we're clear here: the foals gonna be all yours. Ain't gonna get in the way with 'em."
He left Tara no time to respond, ramming the rest of his fat, stiffening donkey prick inside her in one brutal thrust. She was wet enough that she could take it, but getting impaled by almost two feet of hot, throbbing stud meat nevertheless left her howling in overstimulated bliss. Any response that might have been forming in her mind shattered like the rest of her sanity, and she tossed back her head, neighing at the sky until she foamed at the muzzle.
The donkey obviously wasn't done after one deep thrust, but he did pause for a few seconds, growling under his breath, "Fucking hell, you're clenching like a vice. But don't worry, I'm not gonna pop inside you like an overeager colt. Gonna take my sweet time with you, fuck meat."
The mare gasped as he dropped his entire weight onto her back and snatched her scruff, exacerbating her orgasm with an unexpectedly stimulating flash of pain. Then he started thrusting properly, yanking his swollen schlong halfway out of her before battering it back in with a thundering snort, again and again, and she had to give him that: he was more vigorous than most of her previous partners as he fucked her with no regard for her pleasure. Not that he had to. For all he knew, she had come from drinking his piss, so the stimulation from his savage rutting would be more than enough to keep her cumming as he abused her pussy like a disposable toy.
Or, as he had put it, fuck meat.
Meanwhile, the squirming maggots contributed their fair share to Tara's otherworldly climax, stroking, rubbing, and stimulating parts deep inside her that had never been stimulated before. The scraggy donkey's rutting riled them up into a mad frenzy, making them writhe and shift around her insides like fat, bloated butterflies to do… whatever they were trying to do. The mare didn't know what they were up to, but she couldn't care less as her brain got ripped apart by bliss and her cunt stretched and straightened by so much thick, glorious cock meat.
"Yeah, take my fat cock and keep screaming for me, you filthy cock whore," the jack grunted, letting go of her scruff just long enough to recover before he bit into it again, yanking on it while he hammered her with careless fervor and swinging balls.
Every slap of his fat, flailing breeding orbs elicited an even breathier, wetter squeal from her muzzle as they whacked her suppled teats. No matter how old and shabby he looked, he was packing heat and delivering where it mattered. She shivered just thinking about his imminent orgasm, cumming even harder in anticipation of his big, gooey load.
However, the donkey wasn't quite ready to douse Tara's hormonal fire yet. As promised, he lasted longer than an overeager colt, and longer than all her other partners, rutting her for several hours straight in a relentless frenzy. At least that's what it felt like to her, but with her mind scrambled by her perpetual climax, it could've been anything from minutes to days. The sun could've set and risen again, and she wouldn't have noticed as she was trapped inside her own reality, her senses too overwhelmed by the randy male and hundreds of wriggling larvae to process anything else.
The mare finally snapped out of her haze when her partner's cock flared inside her. The telltale sign of his imminent orgasm sent her into a state of dizzying excitement, returning her ability to speak, only for her to howl for him, the orchard, and all passerby in a two-mile radius to hear, "Yes! Breed me! Fill me up! Fill me with your thick, hot cum and knock me up!"
"With the greatest pleasure, you freaky slut," the donkey grunted, drooling over her neck as he gave her ravaged pussy a few more sluggish hip thrusts. Then he stopped, letting loose a thundering bray as he pumped his gooey baby batter inside her, flooding her channel with big, bubbling gushes of cum.
Unbeknownst to the male, the entrance to Tara's womb stood wide open, admitting every drop of his sticky seed into her uterus, but instead of rushing through her tubes to soak her ripe ova, his eager swimmers washed around the fat, lumpy bodies of dozens upon dozens of agitated maggots. Instead of spawning new life, his semen merely fed the one already inside her, nurturing and fattening her squirming infestation even more.
"Fuck me, your cunt is ravenous. It's milking me completely dry," the jack snickered, his drooling tongue draped over her side as her convulsing loins drained every drop from his clenching sack.
Once he had spent his whole load, he let out a deep sigh and slowly extracted his soaked cock meat from her well-fucked hole. Though he didn't notice that not a single drop of his cum clouded her clear, sticky squirts as he dropped off her back and headed to the pile of apples for a quick snack. "How are you feeling, whore? Still up for more? Or already regretting your decision?"
Tara answered with a guttural, incomprehensible groan, too busy gasping and heaving for breath to muster a proper response. His eruption had barely alleviated the fire inside her, and now that she received a prime view of his sagging scrotum and dripping rod, it hit her even harder. There wasn't a hint of regret in her mind. Only hunger. Ravenous, gluttonous hunger for more. More cock. More food. More of everything.
The mare dragged herself toward the apples, but the donkey stopped her with his hind hoof. "I asked you a question, so you better fucking answer me."
"I'm hungry. You said I could have all the apples I want," Tara slurred.
"Right. And you're gonna stock up for your foals too now~" the old donkey snorted. Then he grabbed an apple with his muzzle, took a big, slobbery bite out of it, and dropped it into the dust in front of her face. "Here you go."
Tara was so desperate for food that she didn't even pause to acknowledge the humiliation, chowing down the apple in one go.
"Wow, not even a thank you. But I'm probably expecting too much," the male stated, visibly disappointed as he kicked the bottom of the apple pile. Another two dozen of them rolled right in front of the mare, but she could only gobble up one before she was greeted by a familiar hissing. Having stepped on top of her reward, he unleashed another brief piss, enough to douse the apples with his steaming, slightly cum-clouded urine.
Tara still didn't say anything, greedily devouring the piss-steeped apples one by one until the last had disappeared down her ravenous gullet. Then she bent forward and guzzled up the puddle of urine without another thought, acting on thirsty instinct alone.
"Fucking animal." The donkey shook his head as he plodded behind her. "Anyway, I hope you're ready for round two, fuck meat. Or not. I don't care. As long as you don't bother to answer me, I'm just gonna assume…"
"Ah, shut up. Stop babbling and put your cock back inside me, you stupid donkey," she cried out.
"Oh?" He paused, looking at her for a stunned moment before his grin once again twisted into something vile. Not that she paid attention to it. "Why didn't you say so right away?"
The mare let out an impatient snort, but the jack made sure she got what she wanted before she could say anything else. He tossed himself on top of her and thrust his flared, cum-soaked tip against her backside with a hoarse snort. His aim was off, as his glans smacked against her plump asshole instead of her loose cunt, but that didn't seem to bother him as he stuffed it into her snug ring and unceremoniously speared her butt with his entire rod, no warning or preparation.
Tara jolted up with a distressed neigh as the male invaded her butt. "Fuck! That's my ass, you dumb jack!"
"I know, but that's what a dirty slut like you deserves for daring to speak up like that," the donkey growled, nipping at her ear. "Now beg for me to keep going and ruin your useless ass."
The mare whined as another surge of pleasure ripped through her, the larvae stirring and squirming even harder as if to compensate for her partner's roughness. Or were they eager for the same gooey feeding as their siblings in her womb? Either way, they weren't letting up, and her options were limited. Limited to exactly one.
"I said beg. Let me hear it, whore."
Shaking from the overstimulation, Tara nodded and snorted, "Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard and break me, you stupid stud! Pound my guts and use me like a toieeearghh!" Her voice disintegrated into a ringing squeal when the male went to work with a satisfied snort. In and out, his hips quickly became a blur as he pounded her with all his lust and rage, biting and yanking at her scruff as he punished her with every single inch of his fat donkey cock.
Her response? An even louder cry echoed across the orchard as he violated her ass, pushing her over the edge that all those squirming maggots had carried her toward. Her climax was as explosive as the first, her convulsing butthole massaging the donkey's fuck meat as if to reward him for reaming her without consideration. All the while, her pussy was sorely empty, clenching with wet, sloppy smacks, winking and squirting violently without any cock to plug it, but at least her fat folds and flicking pleasure bead received some rough love as the male's swinging sack whacked against them, tenderizing her sensitive entrance with harsh plaps.
"Wow, you're cumming from getting your ass ruined too?" the donkey grunted, giving her battered scruff with slobbery kisses. "I kinda wish I could keep you around. Train you. Make you cum from shoving my sweaty nuts into your face."
Very little of his words actually reached the mare's lust-clouded mind, but what made it through riled her up even more. Her contractions grew more vigorous, her insides and holes clamping up with quaking force while he thrust through her orgasmic rhythm without mercy. After all, he was stuffing her ass, so he was no longer trying to breed her; he was just using her, ravaging her, ruining her, while enjoying her energetic reaction with crude brays and snorts.
The donkey's brutal rut broke Tara completely, turning her into a drooling, screaming piece of fuck meat, overstimulated and entoiled in a permanent orgasm. Her sense of time slipped again, the shed and orchard blurred before her eyes, and pleasure became her only purpose, to receive and provide, to suffer from it and revel in it.
The only thing that disrupted her lust-drunk daze was the old ass's orgasms. Every load left her reeling harder than the last as the thick, hot shower whipped the maggots inside her into a writhing frenzy, and by the time they calmed down, her insatiable partner had already recuperated and went for another round. And another. Plowing her ass, her pussy, in turns, ramming it inside one hole before yanking it out again to impale her other hole, over and over, so often that she lost track of it. Although in her state, she couldn't even distinguish three rounds from thirty, while it felt like he was pounding her for hours upon hours.
Tara only dropped out of her otherworldly rush once the donkey and the larvae inside her were completely satisfied, a few minutes passing after he pulled out without him slotting his cock back into her ruined, gaping orifices again. Not that he was leaving her alone quite yet, as he mounted her from the other side and shoved his dripping, cum-soaked schlong into her face.
"Fuck, that was the best, most intense sex of my life. Your holes are addictive, whore. Sucking me in and milking me dry like that's all you're made for," the male sighed, poking his flared tip against her lips until she opened up with a distracted groan. "Anyway, we better stop before the sun goes down completely. I already wasted enough time on breeding your fat womb, fuck meat."
Stars flashed before Tara's eyes when the donkey unceremoniously rammed his entire schlong down her gullet. He didn't care whether she could take it or not, leaving her gagging and choking on it as he lazily dragged his meat back and forth a few inches to scrub it clean with her throat. At least, it finally softened after hours of almost nonstop use, but that made it only slightly easier to handle. Plus, it once more allowed him to do something he couldn't while fully erect.
"Hnnnnfff, here's something to remember me by." With a guttural sigh, the scruffy donkey voided his bladder inside her one last time, filling her stomach with half a gallon of his hot, pungent liquid before he pulled back, flooding her mouth and taste buds, splattering her snout and muzzle, her face, her mane, her neck, and her forelegs with the remaining half gallon. Stepping back, he admired her piss-soaked, dripping profile with a grin. Then he tapped his hoof onto the ground. "Now get up and follow me, slut."
"Guuuhhhh…" With a groan, Tara dragged herself back on her hooves. She snatched a few more apples before she stumbled after the male across the orchard. At least for the moment, his pounding had quenched her estrus, but at what cost? To realize how thoroughly she had whored herself out for a few bites of food? Degraded and humiliated by some scraggy, dirty donkey? Mounted, pounded, and bred for hours upon hours by that depraved pervert, carried from climax to climax, pleasure-broken beyond repair…
The mare's balance was shaky, her energy sapped, but even just another glimpse of the male's fat balls got her loins tingling. She should be curling up and burning with shame and regret… yet she started drooling, her mind immediately drifting off into lewd fantasies without any prompting from her heat. Her tail rose up, her gaped pussy convulsing with a gooey squelch, and only her actual, physical exhaustion kept her from begging for more as bluish darkness enveloped the landscape. Instead, a slutty groan slipped from her throat as something suddenly squirmed out of her cratered, violated asshole and dropped onto the ground with a wet splat.
"What was that?" the donkey grunted, halting with one ear raised.
"N-nothing." Tara stuttered as a fat, sperm-soaked maggot crawled into the tall grass beside her.
"Eh." Waggling his head, the male carried on and led her to the gate. After locking the door, he licked his lips and leered at her. "That was fun, but I gotta go now. If you ever find yourself in need of another hard dicking, you can also find me in Clover's Brook in the stables by the eastern gate. Or here. Just follow your nose~" He let out a snorting laugh. Then he headed across the shoddy wooden bridge, leaving her to herself without another comment.
Tara looked after him, simply standing at the orchard's gate for another five minutes with the acrid taste of his piss still fresh on her tongue. Then she let out a heavy sigh and climbed down to the edge of the river to clean herself from their messy encounter, rinsing the cum and urine, the sweat and dirt. After that, she only just managed to drag herself underneath the bridge before she passed out right beside the stream, one hind hoof dangling into the flowing water while the rest of her heavy, bloated body lay in the muddy, soaked riverside grass.",
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