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Here we find Mariana again some 5 or 6 months later. Since then things have been recently normal as the MUTO Queen grows within her, eating its egg for nutrients. Sometimes, feeling a bit guilty, Mariana the Mare wishes things weren't quite so 'the new normal' as a once new temptation continues to itch, but sometimes you can only dream.

And dream she does. A quite 'pleasant' dream at that. But what happens when that 6 month deadline kicks in at the same time. What happens when Mariana still thinks what's supposed to happen, actually isn't supposed to happen.
", "writing": "\n\nMariana’s Duty\n\nChapter 2: Real Dreams\n\n*Cla-clomp* *Cla-clomp* *Cl-clomp* ; four hooves each take their own turn colliding over the hard grey rocks below. At the bottom of a mountain, the features litter the ground nearly as much as the dirt below. Surrounded by massive wide tall trees that practically reach the clouds, Mariana enjoys walking on the stones. A nice change of pace, they’re a bit fun for some reason to her. Not only that, they do a good job trimming the bone on her hooves. Don’t want to get too unkempt now. When the next 20 foot rock she walks over ends, she simply falls an inch or two back onto the brown dirt that fills out the spaces in between. Littered with small twigs and branches, her hooves crush into everything from wood to leaves all the same.\n\nDamaging the micro world below, a horse is a massive animal. Ask anyone who's ever been around one and they’d definitely agree. Yet this one's hooves seem to break the wood, and sink into the dirt, a bit more than anyone would typically consider normal. Leaving a path of accidental damage in her trail- equivalent to that of a large stallion- she walks along the brown forest. Dark brown tail sways, and rear and shoulders shift as always. Appearing relatively normal, there’s something slightly off about the sight. Somehow or someway, the mare just looks sooo… dense.\n\nSix months have passed since Mariana met that MUTO Queen. Feeling like it was yesterday, a lot had happened over that time frame. For one, like a smoker trying nicotine, she found herself craving more of what the MUTO Queen had to offer. Like unlocking a box and finding a brand new toy, her own box seemed to always itch for more of that good pleasure. Sure, she was sore as hell for the next few days after. Internally her bones ached for a bit, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if her dark back lips showed some irritated red for a bit. But that didn’t bug her nearly enough to regret her actions. Having experienced gold once, she’d do it all over again.\n\nIt just sucked for her that the woods seemed a bit blander ever since. She felt guilty viewing her short term MUTO friend like that, dipping her head into the dirt while lost in thought, but she couldn’t help it. She was only a horse. Like all animals, horses had cravings.\n\nTo make matters worse, her unique pregnancy only seemed to fuel that itch. Pressing against her womb walls like she had a third constantly filled lung, it felt far too close to her vagina, without actually being her vagina. She tried sitting into the grass, and even rubbing the middle of rear on trees, and while it did scratch her dark lips periodically, it never even compared to what the MUTO had done to her. \n\nWhich is a good thing, reluctantly she liked to think. Growing a new life in her womb, it made her feel a bit too ‘dirty’ to do something so naughty when her privates were already housing something so important. Her body was meant to grow the MUTO into a queen right now, not fuck! She told herself her primal urges could wait another 13 or 14 months. Yet, even the wind seemed to tempt her at times.\n\n To make her grind her teeth even more, she soon came to find out that that thing she was trying to protect- you know, the kaiju - had another very unfortunate side effect. She doesn’t know exactly when it started, but around 3-4 months in, it began to eat inside. Shifting and munching on its egg, the vibrations transferred inside her underbelly.\n\nAt the time it first began, her hooves were splashing the shallow water alongside a pond. Every day still felt like a new experience compared to her own life. Looking at the splashing ripples, it was still strange enough to have her stop and look back at herself as if she’s never seen her body before. Big round underbelly, sure she looked normal, but there was an alien buried underneath that brown hair coat she wore. Then, that became all the more apparent, as the rubbing started.\n\nExcept for a light breeze here and there, her body hair remained still. However, she definitely felt the creature she surrounded. Like a hand over a balloon, her insides tickled oddly just beyond her belly button. Strange as it was, it didn’t hurt, so she just didn’t think too much about it. Dipping her head down into the pond, lapping up the fresh water, her stomach wasn’t the only inner part of her that wiggled.\n\n Of course, what started out as a tiny inner scratch, the motions only grew. Happening maybe 3-4 times a day, the strange inner wrigglings became a daily occurrence. Confused at first, eventually she realized what should have been obvious. That being, that the baby MUTO Queen inside her was eating its egg. Scoffing at herself, she was told this would happen. Sometimes it tickled the right side of the insides, sometimes the bottom, and sometimes any other single other direction one could think of. It wasn’t anything bad or uncomfortable. Yet still, when the ‘direction’ was aimed in a certain direction, she would be forced to stop her walking, and lower her long neck towards the ground. You see, the vibrations did like to travel, and when the MUTO decided to eat its meal so close to her backdoor, it only made her pussy lips wince in irritatingly unsatisfied temptation.\n\n As the growing creature began to replace its egg, slowly did a noticeable pressure grow inside. Just enough to grow her underbelly like a small inhale, some added muscle was beginning to form in her legs. As an everyday workout, it was nice feeling some extra needed strength in her steps. Gut constantly feeling filled up, a periodic hoof would step awkwardly as she would adjust, swaying her hips just a bit more to work around her inner occupant. Most of the time it was a failed endeavor, but sometimes she was able to shift the creature inside into a slightly more comfortable position- at least for her .\n\nBut things weren’t only a one way street. Of course, the creature inside would shift at least the back half of the mare on its own as well. Sometimes nicely for Mariana, and sometimes uncomfortably. Once or twice a day the MUTO seemed to press against her womb, almost like an investigator. Not enough to disrupt her steps, but it was enough to slowly bump out her thin hairs.\n\nOne time, completely missed to both parties, a small fly landed on the back right part of her body. Around the curve of her belly, the brown hairs looked like towering brown trees to it. Which provided a nice landing pad for the dark bug to grab onto. Thinking whatever a fly thinks, it just sat there as the giant brown bobbing head in the distance looked almost blurry to it. Things would remain consistent for a few minutes, until eventually, a mound formed out of the insects living earth. With front row seats to the growing hill, it was close and different enough to cause it to turn and fly away. Remaining an odd growth for a few seconds, it eventually dug downwards a few inches, before eventually receding back into the ‘earth’ from which it came. Round and smooth once more, the mare’s head simply continued to bob about off in the distance.\n\nSure the sensations were strange, but at least Mariana could contain it all like some slight indigestion. But with her abdomen feeling heavier already, she’s no fool to the fact that she’s only about a third of the way there. She’s just a fool to why she’s about a third of the way there.\n\n Now as she walks alongside the mountain, she feels the creature calmly munching away inside once again. Oddly enough, from inside her own body her pointed ears pick up on certain squelches and muffled munches she doubted any other animal could hear. Maybe an arctic fox, if its ears were pointed directly at her underbelly, but that would just about be it. Hell, with her slight belly sag, no other animal would be even able to tell she was anything different besides fat, or decently pregnant. With her own personal radio channel playing once again, she just tunes out the quaint nibbling like always.\n\nLike a pair of hands pressed against her ass, two strange limbs press on the opposite side, internally just in front of her rear. No visual cues are obvious to the outside world, but Mariana feels the added pressure. Held within her womb, there’s a small gap with her internals, but each step brings one side of her hips closer and around these pressure points. No veterinarian, she can’t help but feel these sensations are giving her a sense over a horse’s body well unlike most animals ever experience.\n\nStiff, it’s almost like her hanging underbelly tries to wiggle with each step. Sure she had a strong middle, but all the added muscles in her strong legs only transferred the weight between the ground and her shoulders. With gravity always pulling the MUTO down towards the ground, it only makes sense for some small wobbling to occur where her belly looks down below, reaching almost her moving knees heights.\n\nInside, the young MUTO Queen had begun to understand the almost constant shaking of its world similar to how any animal would understand breathing. Well… that might not exactly be true either. Behind its head, usually when the MUTO suspected the “MUTO Queen” it was inside was sleeping, it could hear the calm inflating and deflating of the lungs in the muffled distance. Soothing, the MUTO didn’t mind sleeping as well whenever things calmed down. Awake and lying on its back now, its bed remains firm and cushioned as always. Sure it seems to shake with each step just a little bit, but again it’s just background noise to the MUTO.\n\nTowards the lower part of its body, moist and pinkish yet almost fully grey legs push out within the cramped and dark hammock, pressing against the almost slimy wall. The fleshy wall has some slight give, but there is some firmness on the other side that she likes. Sure, whatever it feels on the other side seems to consistently * squish * and wiggle back and forth, but pressing back against her small claws/feet, it’s like a nice massage.\n\nSo dark, it’s hard to make out much of its surroundings- as if there was much to be made out . Accommodating the MUTOS weight, the inner pink lining appears smooth as it stretches around her. There’s little color changes within the wall, but so dark, it’s hard to tell what the distinctions were.\n\nThe MUTO glances up to the ceiling of the dark cave that covers only inches away. Up above looks the same as the rest, but for some reason it seems to feel the hardest whenever she pushes against it. Way too firm to do much more than press against an inch at maximum, it’s nice that she lies on the hanging comfortable part, and not that overly firm bed.\n\nBesides that, the left and right sides feel a sort of mix between the roof and bed. Like the ‘bed’, the walls are firm and strong, but they only strongly hold her back vs feeling like a brick wall. Then with a similar constant strength, things behind and below her just feel heavy. Sure she can push against the wall, but with changing densities the mass on the other side seems to try to suffocate her. Different parts feel different, especially where the MUTO’s feet are right now, but they always just feel heavy. It’s almost like the body is telling the MUTO she shouldn’t be trying to go over there.\n\nWith a handful of pink jelly jelling on its chest, dying its skin a bit redder than its dark pink surroundings, it munches away using its two t-rex-like arms. A bit longer, two more arms come out from its side like an ant, as they’re instantly forced to curl upwards and over the MUTO. They rest over the jelly like a pair of ribs.\n\nFor a home, there really was barely any space within the small sack. Even its lower legs are forced to bend its knees back until they too touch the jelly on top, before bending back to where its feet touch the wall. Above the jelly and surrounding ends of its middle arms, is practically the only space inside not occupied by the MUTO. A small hole about the size of its head now, the MUTO Queen remembers it looking much bigger a few months ago.\n\nGlancing beyond the chewed mounds of jelly, the eyes within grey causally look at the one thing that looks any different in this strange room. Between its flat feet, in the darkness, is what looks like a thin line in the living wall. Vertical, maybe the size of one of the MUTO’s feet actually, it appears just a bit more shadowed than the rest of the room.\n\nWhen wiggling about one day, the MUTO tried to roll over and investigate the odd, almost doorway looking cut. By that point things already became hard enough for her to turn around. Her entire world jostling and thumping about definitely didn’t help. Fortunately, things were as stable as an animal's innards could make things. Through the neverending shaking, the MUTO was able to get a good enough look at the difference in the walls.\n\nThere looked to be a pin sized shadow of a line, going up and down. Around the size of her head at the time, it had some slight wiggling to it, but remained very thin before disappearing into the sea of humid pink animal innards. Every part of the MUTO’s surroundings, with the exception of some slight wrinkling, remained mostly smooth, except this part. Almost like the sharpest claw imaginable was used, there was a tightly compressed line carved into the living sphere.\n\nCurious, the MUTO lifted her own claw at the time, sliding her soft skin over the line. So tightly closed is the snatch, that it felt like sliding over any other part of the stretched womb the MUTO was locked away inside. Still, the MUTO tried sliding its young hand up and down and all around, investigating this strange thing like a locked treasure chest. Not knowing much in this world, she does have the idea that this must be her exit.\n\nIt was around here that her heavy world seemed to stop shaking. So used to constant rhythm, the way a person feels when a car stops moving, the change makes the previous bobbing quite noticeable. Unsure if it’s related to the MUTO’s own investigating, the still slicked head glances up at the dark roof of the cave. Eerily still, nothing seems to change within, or outside of its confines. Just beyond her muzzle, the friction of the cave is practically felt from above. Within her round home, her long snout slides back down. Inches away, it continues to look at the odd sight. Partially bundled up in the small space, her nose is of course only an inch away. Close enough to see in the darkness, it presses a soft finger against the slice again, sliding along the crack with force.\n\nThe wall on each side of the slit budges slightly, but the slice remains closed. Interesting as it is, she doesn’t feel like she should push too hard yet. The silent unmoving nature of the room starts to make the MUTO feel a bit uneasy. Nothing looks or even really feels any different to the MUTO, but for some reason she starts to get an uneasy feeling. It’s almost like the womb is looking at her, as if she was doing something she shouldn’t.\n\nWith a sense of worry, the MUTO takes its hand off the lining, and decides to bundle into itself again. A mere inch away all around except for below her body, the womb encompasses her. Chest facing downwards- towards the grass the horse's belly aims at that might as well be miles away- a big eye glances forward against. Still close, she watches the slice that remains just beyond her snout. Things remain still for an uncomfortably long 10 more seconds. Until eventually, things seem to return to normal, as her small world starts to sway and move again.\n\n-\n\n Having traveled enough for the day, Mariana takes a moment. Easily, her round underbelly calms to a standstill as her hooves rest on top of the dirt. Wanting something to tide her over a little, her long brown neck lowers down towards the ground to munch on some more grass. Hungrier than she thought, she swallows down a good 80 mouthfuls, leaving a patch of ripped grass in her wake.\n\nStill able to munch some more, with the sun beginning to set, she decides to let sleep take priority. Able to adventure far still, she was lugging some more pounds around each day. For that reason, sleep takes priority over her remaining hunger. Not too hungry anymore, Mariana had been feeling a bit hungrier in her stomach as of late for some reason. Likely due to the obvious she figures. Wandering around for a few nice bushes for cover, she eventually finds a good spot, and lowers her weight down to the ground.\n\n Resting flat, the sky looks down at her strong curved back. On all four ‘corners’, big hooved legs surrounding her middle like the sphinx. A bit rounder down south, there is a slight bit of pressure felt below her ribs. Not enough to make her want to roll over, but enough to feel a bit of belly swell pressing against the dirt. Head still raised, her snout aims left and right a few times to make sure the coast is clear of any predators. Satisfied, her back left leg kicks straight out to the side, causing her to just barely roll right. Dropping her head to the side over her front left leg, the limb feels good against her long chin. Calming down second by second, her eyelids grow heavier. Eventually, sleep easily finds her.\n\n-\n\n Wandering through a sparkling forest, stars seem to sparkle in the sky as well, brightening it up as if it were a shining blend of blue and purple. Down on the planet, every tree and every bush around her seems to reflect like they were coated with mini mirrors. It all seems so unique, but oddly not strange. Turning her snout to face up above, an odd almost alien fruit hangs low from a tall tree.\n\nStill a bit hungry, it appears as scrumptious as it looks foreign. Parting her maw to expose her flat teeth, she takes a bit, *crunching* over it. Chewing it left to right, the flavor is immaculate! Sliding over her taste buds, the second she swallows down the paste into her belly, she looks up again wanting more. Soon however, her smile turns to disappointment. Sprawled out, the rest remain far, high above her head.\n\n Wanting another bite, she jumps on her hind legs. Brown haired belly stiffly wiggles a moment, before gripping itself firmly, slightly stretching forward. Further down, her brown rear and legs visibly tighten as her muscles support her heavy frame. Looking a bit pudgier than usual, her legs struggle a bit as the middle of her own body seems to weigh her down.\n\nBiting at the air, the strange red and purple fruit remain just outside of her stretched maw. Back legs stomping and shaking for balance, she sways back and forth, struggling to remain near the outstretched branch. Clearly increased intelligence didn’t come with being bipedal. Swaying like a horse's first steps, with such a ‘rock’ held within her womb, balancing is basically impossible. With a short kick of her back left hoof, which tightly jiggles her expressionless belly for a moment, she’s forced to lower her front legs once more.\n\n ‘Damn it’, her front left hoof stamps into the dirt leaving a bone hoofprint. Her eyes remain locked onto the fruit that now somehow seems to be even farther away. ‘What can I do?’ She wonders, still hungry and craving the fruit.\n\n “Need another hoof?” A voice startles her, calling out from behind. Her hair flicks as the mare’s head swivels around. Looking over her right shoulder, Mariana makes out the sight of a stallion! Long flowing black mane, the rest of the hair on his body is black and white, almost like that of a bigger splotched zebra.\n\n Embarrassed and flustered, Mariana blushes. “T- thank you,” she gets out, “that would be great! I’m a bitttt ugh…” she glances down. Rounder than the average mare, maybe the stallion can tell she’s not just big boned. “-Weighed down at the moment haha,” she finishes. A small bump stretches the opposite left side of her underbelly, before sliding down and across her middle towards her right. Unmoving, it feels like the animal she’s pregnant with is traveling a mile. Likely hidden from the Stallions view behind her rear- yet possibly being able to seen between her back legs- hairs on Mariana’s belly deform along a line. Some parts of her belly towards the bottom right resist more for some reason, as if the air suddenly became as hard as dirt, before the bump fickles out. Used to feeling her belly deform, she just hopes the stallion doesn’t get a glimpse of what she has hidden away. Probably unjustified, but she feels like her pregnancy acting up might not be too ladylike, or more or less attractive. Not only that, but she hopes he’s not able to pick up on the scent of how either he or it makes her feel.\n\n Outside in the dark, the moon is still the brightest lightbulb in the night sky. Relaxed as can be, a horse sleeps on the bare dirt with eyes closed and a round hairy underbelly. Some pressure on her long left cheek, her shorter haired leg makes for a nice pillow below her closed eyes. Dreaming away, her chest slowly expands and compresses as the cool night air travels through her nostrils. Relaxed as can be, the mare remains motionless as she dreams through her deep slumber.\n\n Having leaned even so slightly over to her right some more in her sleep, her big round leftward facing belly remains the border to her innards as always. Not completely motionless however, one part of her does move. Out of the sleeping mare’s control, a bump stretches her belly outwards about an inch into the open woods. Disappearing and reappearing a few seconds later, it slides down along her gut.\n\nInside, surrounded by intestines and all other organs around the womb, the MUTO slides its limb along the slick border. Nighttime outside, things are pitch black inside the horse. Unable to see, it seems to search for something. Suddenly, towards gravity a great hard resist stops the MUTO’s hand. Things are hard to press against already, but even history has taught her that it’s the ground outside of these walls she presses against. Without any more egg-jello to munch on, while she wants to be able to stand on the ground, this isn’t the way to get out.\n\n The stallion takes this opportunity to approach. Casually strolling up, his large *clomping* hooves are sure to take their time. “Not a problem,” he smiles, twisting his long snout as he walks up beside her. Side by side, his hair still seems to flow in the windless air as he stops.\n\nNext to Mariana, he looks up as she once did, eyeing the fruit. A few inches taller than the mare, he should have no problem at least getting the lowest couple. Sure Mariana probably weighed the same as him, but he was taller and in this case, being lean was better.\n\nWith a quick bounce of his upper legs, he reaches high, balancing on his hind legs. Longs thinner and more toned, his hooves stumble and shift for balance, yet he somehow appears graceful. At least, definitely more graceful than the mare. Next to the girl, Mariana just stands delicately as she watches the boy. Still high up, he works on his new bipedal, as he stretches upwards for the lower fruits up above. Still high up, he’s at least closer than she was.\n\nAfter a short branch shifting miss he gives a short, “almost got it,” while ‘walking’ back and forth cautiously to maintain balance. It’s clearly hard, but it’s as good as a horse possibly can. Waiting for the branch to slow down, he figures he should have it in another few seconds.\n\n“No problem,” Mariana calls out as her eyes unconsciously lower themselves. Still standing on 4 legs like any other regular horse, her snout and eyes start to point much lower. Only a few feet away, eye level to her, is the bare crotch exposed between his open hips. Mostly white with some black around his left thigh, she looks at the dark ‘appendage’ in the middle. Pointed up and wrinkled, is the stallion's large sheath.\n\nBundled up and quite literally a part of his crotch, it shimmys and shakes slightly as it looks in the same direction as his muzzle does. With two big black balls held tightly just below, each just a tiny bit less wrinkly, the whole thing is about the same color as Mariana’s own southern lips. Just where hers are still decent within her ass and underneath her tail, his sex is as out in the open as her head. On each side, his smooth inner hips stretch and shift as his hips stumble back and forth through another failed attempt. With it, his privates start to wobble and shake once again.\n\n“Gomt mit!” The stallion cheers from above with the fruit delicately held in his maw. A snap from a branch is heard as Mariana’s eyes dart back up, watching as the stallion lets himself fall. A bit blushed from being so caught up in the other sight, she acts like her eyes weren’t prying at anything they shouldn’t. Completely normal, she also acts as if she isn’t disappointed his slick and natural body curve covers up most of the ‘sight of interest’.\n\nReplacing her vision, is the now much closer stallion head. Almost in her ‘bubble’, he smiles around a solid fruit filled mouth. “Hmere moo gmo ,” his muffled words sound proud with the sparkling food wedged between his herbivorous teeth. The odd fruit doesn’t take up much of his open maw, but it’s still not easy to talk with your mouth full. Calmly, he stretches his snout towards Mariana.\n\nStill flustered at the sight of the handsome stallion, let alone that can talk(!), she’s awkward to stretch forward for it. Reaching out, opposite facing lips surround, suffocating the fruit. Clamping over it calmly, she fumbles the fruit a bit as the stallion suddenly pulls back. Remaining as still as the fruit she now grips, her long snout remains protruded forward. With eyes partially closed, she was expecting, or at least hoping for a little bit more of something else sweet. Slower to bring her head back towards herself, she now has another one of the delicious fruits she forgot she wanted.\n\n“You got it?” He slyly smiles.\n\nHaving been a bit looser than she would have expected from herself, a grown warmth within the crevice of her ass feels equally disappointed. Further inside, towards the back left of her underbelly, just in front of her left thigh the pregnancy shifts again. It’s enough to give her underbelly a small wiggle. ‘Oh don’t keep prodding around now’.\n\nWith her mind elsewhere for a moment, she nods to the stallion, “MMm-meah m-yeah.” Quickly she chomps on it, quickly swallowing down chunks of the fruit. It’s as delicious as the last one, yet the heat underneath her tail tells her what she really wants. Unable to help looking off to the side awkwardly, she has another thought, ‘shit I misread that. He’ll think I’m too easy!’ She panics internally, worried she completely blew this once in a lifetime opportunity. Gulping the last of the not yet completely chewed fruit, she’s quick to try to distract, “Yeah, it was absolutely delicious! Thank you! What are theseeee things called?” Actual curiosity surprisingly relieves some of her anxiety.\n\nMostly white, almost yin and yang looking snout turns back up to the branches above. “You know, that’s what's funny. I’ve been around these parts for so long,” his eyes go from fruit to fruit, “yet I’ve never actually tried naming them. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever even tried one.”\n\nMariana’s eyes widen , “you’ve never even had one!?” The shock over such a thing shakes off more of her anxiety. “How? Are they dangerous or something?” A different worry tickles her as her stomach lets out a tiny * gurrrgle *.\n\n“Ha,” his laugh smiles, “no no no they’re not dangerous. And I don’t know… just never have for some reason.” He glances up at the fruits before looking back down at her. Making eye contact, Mariana’s anxiety threatens to return as her skin grows red underneath her brown fur. “Should I get another one?” His head rotates with a smile, still keeping eye contact.\n\nLong dark hair appearing to flow in the windless open, even his tail seems to follow his mane’s lead as well. Caught up again in thoughts between that and what she saw last time, her head nods with a quick, “yeah.” ‘Slow down’, she tells herself, “that would be much appreciated.” She gives her own smile, yet it’s not as smooth as it could be.\n\nIt doesn’t help that her intestines seem to get poked and prodded from another animal locked inside her. Dealing with the womb… ‘indigestion’, or whatever she’d call it, all she can do is ‘act natural’. Focusing on the stallion in front, it’s a bit harder as the commotion inside decides to move around a bit more than usual. ‘Eat your damn egg,’ she urges mentally, not out of anger, but out of a worried urge.\n\nStanding in front of her, she looks at his narrower rear. Looking back up, the Stallion eyes another fruit. It hangs at the end of another wooded branch and sparkling leaves. “I think I’ll go for that one,” nose pointing for him, the words cause Marian to perk up as he sizes up the distance. “However,” her tail drops a millimeter, “I think I’ll need some help.” He turns to look at her once more.\n\nEyes lifting just a bit to make eye contact with the slightly taller horse, Mariana needs to ask, “In what way?” Unsure how she can help, she continues, “You’re taller than me.” ‘What can I do’? Her thoughts follow.\n\n“True true, but you can still help me out. Here, let me show you. Turn around,” his long snout does a nice little circle in the air. Funnily enough, the words sound a bit familiar to Mariana. It’s almost like she’s heard it before.\n\n“Oh ughh- yeah ok,” she clomps in place until she’s facing away. In such a vulnerable position with her rear facing the stallion, her loins itch with fire. If she had to guess, her tail was probably over a hundred degrees. ‘Good thing it makes for a good insulator, or well, curtain at least’. Still worried she’s misreading something in some way, she’s just doing what she’s told. ‘Just following directions’. “Like this?” She looks over her shoulder, a bit worried she shouldn’t be facing the other horse with her ass.\n\n“Exactly,” the stallion gives a short bow. “Here, now let me get you that fruit,” his head rises again as one of his pointed black ears flicks. Eyes glancing down instead of up, he approaches the mare.\n\nFeeling warm inside, she doesn’t dare to move an inch of her front nor behind. Still not sure exactly what is happening, the last thing she wants to do is mess whatever is happening up. Unavoidably, the bulges inside her underbelly works its way down her middle some more. Starting directly down, it slides along her womb wall, perpendicular to her rear. Unable to help it, her tail reflexively lifts from the stimulation. As odd as it feels, it continues to tempt and tickle her as always. Not wanting the stallion to think she’s easy, again she feigns a smile, hoping he didn’t notice. ‘That probably made it worse! Whatever act cool, act cool!’ Her head races, but the tickling in her womb helps calm her down. As much as the kid inside her makes things worse, it also seems to help relax: Not wanting the MUTO inside to stop, she also doesn’t want it to mess anything up.\n\nCalmly, the stallion approaches, long chin over her tail and lower back. Feeling like a furnace, she’s afraid he’ll find out, let alone melt from her heat. Standing firm, she gives a quick unnecessary, “ok, go for it.” Which he does without a word.\n\nHopping up once more, this time he catches himself on her big wide rear. Massive as always, being a taller horse he’s able to work his upper arms up her hips. Catching over the curves where her back widens into her rear, the base of her tail tickles his chest. Quickly wiggling his way up, it’s ungraceful, yet he somehow makes it look good.\n\nFeeling a stallion in such an… ‘enticing’ position, has Mariana’s insides screaming. Feeling like she’s losing control, it’s a shocker she doesn’t simply throw it back and ride him from the bottom on the spot. Her crotch moistens out of her control. Inner weight swells her belly to the right, wiggling her back tunnel enough to only fan the flames. Or rather, put gasoline on the flames, as the slightest tickles leave her practically begging for more.\n\nEyes look forward into the sparkling woods, trying to hold onto her last sliver of decency, but her ass looks at the stallion's crotch with as much hunger as possible. Out of pure hormones her tail attempts to lift further. Pinned down against the weight of the horse's chest above, it feels tight. Unable to rise, it’s forced to slide to the right just a little bit to find some form of compromise between the two massive bodies. Feeling her vagina starting to appear behind the curtain in the shadowed space, she tells herself ‘at least he can’t see it’. Unbeknownst to her however, was the view her enticed lips are greeted with. That being the stallion's dark growing rod, beginning to stretch closer and closer to her naked ass by the second.\n\n“Oh it’s so high up there,” his voice almost whispers from above her back shoulders. Looking down, he only sees the back of the mare's upper body and head now as she looks out ahead. Seeming to slide forward with each word, his front legs wrap around her sides, almost clamping her in place. “Going to need a little more help,” his snout aims towards the back of her ears, “if that’s alright with you?” Breath slowly coming from the bottom of her lungs, she doesn’t even flinch when she feels something press against her backdoor. Fully erect, his ‘third leg’ presses against her pussy lip.\n\n Not even saying a word, all she can do is flutter her eyes closed, exhaling out a low, “ huhhhh .” Feeling her warmth get shared, her tail slides as far to the left as it can go, welcoming the stallion. In tune, his member presses forward a bit harder. Much easier than her last experience using those lips, her dark lips easily part. Inhaling sharply, her chest rises with her next breath as the hard horse cock calmly slides deeper, and deeper inside her hips. Inch by inch it’s like wide surgery the way it rises up and through her hips. While not as big as the MUTO Queen, it’s nice not feeling like you're being broken apart. Without much history, she was sure he was big by stallion measurements, but wetly welcoming him inside, she was able to handle his length and girth like a pro.\n\n “You like that?” He whispers, pulling his hips back, and bucking his crotch forward once more.\n\n “MMM yeahhh ,” she moans out, nose lifting towards the branches above with closed eyes. A wet *squelch* is heard as this time, he presses so far forward that the short white hairs around his crotch makes contact with the short brown hairs on her round rear. So nice, he’s happy to put his own sensitive member in such a warm and wet parking spot. Right in the dead center, maybe up a hair in the middle of her naked ass, he continues to thrust his member back and forth inside with vigor.\n\n Wetly taking the pounding, the friction rubs everything from her back lips, to the dark upper depths of her tunnel. Lips wrapping around the delicious sausage, it’s stretched just a bit more the closer his base gets. Surprising the boy even, she’s able to hilt him like he’s nothing. Not one to complain, she feels soft, wet and warm enough to feel like home.\n\n Numbing her insides once more, she encourages her body to leak as much ‘coolant’ as possible. Not actually able to control that unfortunately, by enjoying it as much as she can, her body does its job well. Basking in the sensation, and basking in the rear assault, the fire in her crotch gets pleasured in such a way that only sex can provide.\n\n“Soooo fucking good,” she uncharacteristicaly swears out a moan. Having felt so pent up and teased these last couple of months, this is absolutely exactly what she needed. Tail pressing against the stallions underbelly, and forced to hang off to the side, she wants him to fuck her like trash.\n\n Fruit seeming to disappear from any thought bubble, his member continues to rub all throughout her deep inside. So deep inside, that she begins to feel it practically reach her womb. Oddly, with a sudden pressure pressing against the front bones of her inner hips, she feels the urge to shift, but the stallion keeps her pinned.\n\n“Ok, loveboy,” the words are hard to get out through how good her insides feel. “Don’t try, *huff* *huff*, to get to rou-aghhoof,” her words are cut out as the pressure assaults her rear again. Coming from the opposite end, it doesn’t seem to make much sense with her clouded mind. It’s almost as if the stallion was fucking her from the inside. As dilated as can be, it leaves her a bit thrown off.\n\n“What? You don’t like it rough?” The stallion calls out, continuing to hump into her vigorously, slapping his hips against hers.\n\nAll of it is enough to keep her struggling to think clearly, but she still can’t help but try to focus on the strange sensation some more. It’s like something's investigating her womb, right around where her cervix comes between it and her vagina. It feels oddly familiar. Not able to pinpoint why exactly the cock she was taking felt like this, it just fires her soaked innards all the more.\n\nFurthest part of her vagina towards her belly button, the sensation rubs around the entrance/exit of her insides. While the Sattlion wasn’t big enough to go that far, the ‘inside slit’ remains closed, she thinks. Yet it’s almost like hands are feeling around both sides of her closed off tunnel. ‘Am I forgetting something?’ She wonders, pussy lips wrapping around the dirty part of the other animal. As the two mate their privates, it’s hard to remember something a bit more ‘innocent’, held within her safe space.\n\nEyes partially open, head and body bobbing with each thrust, she tries to look past the pleasure, and onto that sensation some more. Going to respond to the stallion, she’s cut off as something presses against her inner slit.\n\n“AAHhhh,” she calls out, clearly taking back from the sudden shift. ‘What was that?’ It’s weirdly like her vagina’s just been opened for the first time. Overwhelming, it makes her really want to buck her hips, and grind over the rod inside. Cheeks still spread, she tries to back her ass back up into the stallion. Quite unusual, that doesn’t have the same effect as she thought. It’s almost as if that deepest opened part of her tunnel is the only thing that gives her pleasure anymore. As disappointing as it is, it also feels so much better.\n\n“Are you ok?” The black and white towering horse asks, continuing to thrust as his motions slow down.\n\n“Yeah, I’m alright. Not surewhat you'redoingtho,” it’s like she needs to get the words out quickly between pleasured groans. “But it feels…,” she bobs twice as her ass gets pounded some more. Tickling the darkest shadows of her heavy tunnel, the sensation pokes around, “kinda goooood.” Her head bobs a bit more as she agrees with herself. Teeth clenching, she feels the furthest part of her womb seeming to get probed some more.\n\nVisible to neither horse but to the outside world, her round pregnant belly, naturally bigger than her chest, presses out to the left and right as if a stiff starfish was inside. Not strong enough to deform her much, but it still causes her to instinctively drop her gut down and try to separate her back legs the slightest bit- similar to how most girl animals may relieve themselves- as she moans over the unseen inner stretch.\n\nLetting the motion wave up her body, the mare makes sure to lift her big brown ass up again, and push it back. Wet *Slick* sounds reaching her ears, she almost wants more of whatever he’s doing. The stallion's wet nose breathes into the back of her right ear, panting as well. Fueling her urges, it’s only amplified as the thing inside pushes back through her narrow tunnel once more. Starting to split her hips, it feels so weirdly good. But like dropping something delicate, it also feels like she’s letting something slip that shouldn’t. Still wet and open, her vision darkens a moment, as the internal shifting grows.\n\nInside the pitch black insides of a sleeping horse, the MUTO finally finds the slit. Nighttime outside the animal it’s surrounded and buried inside, the young MUTO is unable to see what it once saw before. Still however, the thin and sharp ‘bump’ is quite different from the smooth stretched pink walls that surround her. Without anymore food/egg to eat, she figures it’s about time to leave this place she’s called home. Sure it was calm and warm, but the creature’s instincts tell it it’s about time. Pushing with more force than before- yet with slightly more than she expected- the slice in the wall finally parts open.\n\nSliding two strange fingers inside, the first thing the young queen notices is how wet it is. The second thing is the strong pungent smell. Sure the MUTO had grown used to how its entire world smelled after being inside this tiny room for 6 months, but this was like that smell, suddenly turned up 2 notches. Not good or bad per se’, but it was still strong. Ready to leave, the MUTO just assumed her parent was simply ready to let her out. Seeming to welcome her, the grey limb opens the beginning of the tunnel some more. With a wet * slurk *, the MUTO’s hand disappears even more as she slides some more fingers in, stretching it over the limb.\n\nUp to its wrist, the kaiju feels as slimy as when it first got out of its egg. Back then the womb it was in was a strange new world, but it was warm and safe. Now, having only known that very room, it felt like she was exploring a whole new room in a house. Like unlocking a part of a map in a video game, this strange, seeing what’s through this narrower fleshy warmth is quite exciting.\n\nLightly, the walls in this narrow space touch the MUTO’s lower arm all the way around. Not tightly yet, while smaller, it at least feels more flexible than the deeper room she had become quite acquainted with. However, moving her claw around the strange glove, things also feel heavier further beyond the boundary. Not from the muscle surrounded tunnel itself, but the way the ‘roof’ and ‘floor’ of her cave feel firmer than the rest. Whatever surrounds the soft warm flesh the MUTO feels, beyond the tunnel things start to feel firm and solid. Almost like there were two big balls of muscle buried inside the animal. Luckily for the MUTO, that hardness feels far enough away, and the tunnel seems to be stretchy enough she should be able to fit her body through. It was definitely going to be a tight fit for her, but she should manage.\n\n‘What’s going on?’ Mariana wonders as something deep in her ass seems to wiggle around. Her mind tells her she should be cautious, but her vagina tells her to take more. Focusing on that new sensation more and more, it’s almost like the stallion is deflating inside her. “No, I like it rough,” she calls out, a bit disoriented in the woods. She’s unsure if she heard the stallion’s question a second ago or 5 minutes ago.\n\nThen, almost a bit too rough, she feels something deep inside trying to slide through. Coming down from the other end of her vagina somehow feels even more unusual than having sex with the MUTO Queen was. Tickling almost backwards, her passageway suddenly feels very narrow and compressed. It’s almost as if instead of standing upright, her hips are pressing into one another, trying to remain closed.\n\nOut of control, the glistening forest starts to glisten less. Growing foggier by the minute, she looks left and right in confusion. “What’s going…?” She questions as darkness replaces her surroundings. First the stallion's cock seems to disappear from her exit, then his weight, and she doesn’t even know when he disappears entirely. The last thing she sees is one of those delicious fruits off in the distance, hanging above. Fading, it gives a last sparkle, before it too disappears entirely.\n\n“What the?” Her voice suddenly sounds so overly groggy. Slowly, horse eyes wince and struggle to break open through gross sleep gunk. Having apparently been asleep, the dark normal woods she has grown to know her entire life, slowly grows less blurred through her eyelids. Yet, before she can even fully wake up, she feels it.\n\nTrying to drag her ass away from her, the MUTO inside presses through her middle. “Mwaht the hell?” Groggily, her nostrils and her neck stretches as her ass deals with added pressure. Just like in the dream, her vaginga still feels wet, open, and dilated. To the outside world, it’s just a once sleeping horse, shifting her damp ass back a few inches for no reason. But to Mariana, tired as hell she is, she still starts to pick up on what’s really happening.\n\n Having rolled over in her sleep completely, from thigh to hoof her left leg rests on top of her right. Not an uncomfortable position- if anything it gives her slightly swollen hairy belly some relief- but it does have the added effect of sandwiching her hips together. In return, every time the MUTO tries to get through her small tunnel, it also needs to also try to force her left hip up and out of the way. That way it could open up her tunnel and exit a bit more if it wants to fit through the narrow space. Feeling her left leg forced up a little this time, the strength of the kaiju impresses her a little bit. But still small, she can easily outclass that attempt as she allows it to fall back down. However, a bump remains in her abdomen, the mass inside remains a bit further ahead. Enough so, that it forces her left leg to idly hover just a tiny bit. Just enough that her short thigh hairs reach out and barely poke one another.\n\n Rear now sideways with her bare right asscheek resting against the dirt, her tail falls down and snakes over the brown and grass. As a result, her exposed vagina gets to look at the midnight woods once more. Facing away from her, the hairs around it are a slight shade darker brown, moist and a bit damper than the rest of her. In the center is the cause, as her bare black lips glisten slightly. While the deeper body of the vagina is being stretched and moved about, this part of the mare still remains calm and still.\n\nFeeling the almost swamp ass as her leg is lifted up, she mutters out to herself, “guess it wasn’t all a dream.” Slowly lifting her head up with curtained eyelids, she looks down her curved frame. Out of view, her damped ass looks away in the same direction in the open air. Then with another push from inside, her entire ass seems to inhale outwards before she pulls it back to how it was. Afterwards, her left leg balances a little bit higher in the air.\n\n Traveling through her tunnel inch by cavediving inch, she’s forced to let out a low exhale similar to that of her dream. While the MUTO tries to crawl its entire body through such a heavy, small, and dark flesh place, Mariana simply rests in the open air, only feeling anything of note in her pussy and womb. Shivering a bit in the lungs, the air around her chest and shoulders even feel a bit warmer than usual. Having just come out of sex, even if imaginary, her vagina was still wet and horny as can be. In return, she figured that probably only assisted the MUTO, treating her insides like a slick slide.\n\nTowards her ribs, the MUTO’s back legs continue to press out against the other side of her womb, trying to dig its way through her. Being the ‘house’ of that womb- and partially vagina- that surrounds that MUTO, Mariana definitely had to use her head for a moment; as tired and groggy as it may be. “What are you doing?” She asks, looking at her round middle as another bulge presses out her belly upwards. Feeling a few more limbs she can’t see inside her sphere, this time she sharply inhales as the MUTO practically slides through her, forcing her hips apart. Feeling it open up her crotch more and more, her left leg now legitimately hovers straight out from her hip into the open air. Ya, she definitely got a good push with that one , Mariana thinks, almost panting.\n\n Like holding a football inside her body, she can feel the head- or whatever it is- now only barely inside her wrapped around crotch. Still pressing out just inside the bottom of her body, for once she no longer feels like she fully grips the MUTO 100% inside her depth. Tired and with instincts of her fading dream, her hips instinctively buck her crotch forward. Slowly swaying, her hips thrust forward a few big inches as she tries to ride what pokes inside and beyond her legs. Like an interestingly ribbed, soft yet firm newfound dildo, the sensation in her vagina feels just so very nice. Like grass in a calm breeze, her lowest brown and wet hairs rhythm forward calmly. In between, her back lips remain closed and still in the open air, but like a mouth full with food, something lurks just inside those closed doors.\n\nMariana knows she shouldn’t enjoy it, but she can’t help it. So horny over these past months, woken up from such a dream, the compacted head just feels far too good. Biting her teeth and closing her eyes, she dips her snout downwards. Inside her delicate region, it’s all just pleasure filled instincts.\n\n No wait, she stifles the next small sway of a thrust. With her vagina sandwiched between her extending legs, her lips may still be closed, but she fears not for long. Still tired, she begins to wake up enough to actually process some thoughts. It’s only been what? Maybe 5 or 6 months? Realization strikes, that’s too early!! The MUTO’s body readjusts in her womb, preparing to push himself through the narrow fleshy tunnel once more. It could die! Worry cracks her groggy eyes open some more.\n\nMind catching up, her body is still as open as can be inside her lowest end. “No, wait,” she mumbles, still looking at her shadowed body in the dark night. It’s only the moon that colors her brown fur now. “You must have finished your egg,” she realizes, not realizing that what she’s inferring to is only ‘half’ correct for why the MUTO is trying to get out. “And you must be hungry,” again, that statement is only half correct. Unfortunately, they both equal a wrong answer to the mare. “I’ll get you some food tomorrow, but you ca-ughAhhh,” her chest tightens, as the MUTO inside jams its head forward again. Squishing its head side to side from the all encompassing pressure (like a fleshy circle), the grey snout breaks through the black lips. Stopping centimeters out, the flat nose breathes in the open air.\n\nNot exactly ‘fresh’ air by most standards, being literally right against the middle backside of a sex crazed horse that is, it is still much cleaner than whatever manages to swell back where it came from. Entire body covered and buried within a sea of horse hairs and innards, the tiniest part of it finally manages to escape. Tiniest being no exaggeration, as the wrapped in wet pink grey nostrils and muzzle tip are literally about the only part of the MUTO’s entire body not clasped around or suffocated deeper inside the mare’s warm body.\n\nAs motionless as always now, Mariana’s lower lips of course were forced to part with a wet * slurk * as they hug around the end of the animal’s face. Beyond, an ocean of night time covered dark brown hairs stand out from the natural curves of the horse's naked rear. Resting on its side with its tail out of the way, this is as ‘natural’ as they come.\n\nThe right cheek of the MUTO Queen’s face, which still remains buried in the vaginal walls, presses against and faces the lower divot and curve of the mare’s crotch. Dipping into the horse’s middle, the lowest front of her crotch quickly valleys into her underbelly. Between the front hips and entirety of said underbelly, the rest of the MUTO remains hidden, buried somewhere deeper inside.\n\nEqually as much horse as the rest of it, on the other left cheek side of the MUTO’s face, is the only part of the kaiju’s outer surroundings that isn’t covered in hair (besides the vagina lips, nose, hooves, and eyes). Exposed with the tail out of the way, the round exit of another part of the mare’s innards remains exposed; as still and calm as ever. A good few inches away, off to the side of the grey snout, is the resting round asshole of the big horse. With an inner gurgle of her intestines, and a very small whisper that uniquely and uncontrollably leaks out of it, every party involved would subconsciously agree it’s best to keep attention away from that donut.\n\nWith the latest push, Mariana not only feels her left leg get lifted even higher (almost as if she were doing some yoga position), but she also feels it begin to rotate. Turning off to the left and away from her other thigh, the motion does a good job of exposing her lower front crotch even more, opening her up in the process. Forcing her body into a position that makes it easier for the MUTO Queen to get out, she re-realizes that she can’t allow this. Not expecting this early turn of events, she’s finally awake enough to start to commit, I can’t let it out yet.\n\nThe grey snout tries to open its mouth, and breath in bits of fresh air easier. Not caring how much the tight and heavy tunnel resists as it wraps around her muzzle. Sure, this position may have opened up the mare’s legs, but the MUTO still had to work its way through the small passageway, buried between some hundred pound horse rear cheeks and innards. Yeah the tunnel could stretch a bit, but it was mostly meant to wrap calmly around a horse dick, the body of a mare's foal was supposed to be her vagina’s upper limits.\n\nWiggling like a fish, it almost tries to swim forward. Again with immense pressure inside Mariana’s passage, that new technique doesn’t really work at all. However, it does have an unintended consequence.\n\nFeeling the opening in her crotch wiggle and shift with a mind of its own is actual heaven to the mare. Exhaling a HEAVY breath, she can’t help but instantly feel her loins tenderize like beaten meat. Body telling her she wants nothing more than that, her mind remains strong with conviction. I said I’d take care of her child, the phrase is weak, but just powerful enough to get through. I intend… to keep that promise.\n\nAs the MUTO slides out another centimeter, and as her pussy lips get pressed towards the heavy flesh between them and even her asshole, she gives herself one more second before taking action. Not too sure what else to do, she does the only thing that makes sense: She lowers her leg.\n\nIrritatingly trying to take away her open pleasure, her flat teeth grind one another as she does what’s right. Like using a car lift, her straight left leg cranks down lower and closer to the ground. Slowly, the pressure inside her open tunnel grows, pushing out the inside of her hips in ways she’s never experienced before. Suffocatingly tight, the MUTO’s snout is forced to stop wiggling like a tied up cowboy. As if she jammed something up there when she shouldn’t, suddenly her hip sways forward again, this time with mild discomfort. Unable to close her leg anymore, it still hovers around the height of her naked left asscheek.\n\nIn return, the Queen tries to protest inside. Muzzle and the rest of its head and neck remaining relatively still, it’s the mare’s womb that shifts, poking her slightly dirty belly hairs out. Bumping up and forward a few inches, it’s uncomfortable, but luckily this MUTO Queen was still quite a ways in age from being an actual ‘Queen’.\n\nAble to muffle the protests with her lower body, Marina’s head doesn’t so much as shift. Sure the MUTO inside was large and getting upset, large enough to stretch her tunnel around as much as the last MUTO Queen did at that, but Mariana was still a big Mare. Able to handle the rambunctious predator inside, she follows this up by sucking in and tightening her abdomen. Working, any wiggle of the MUTO’s head, neck and snout is not just restricted, but clenched completely. Held inside as if it was nothing more than a strange rock she had lodged in her wet place, as the snout goes completely still.\n\nGoing from a snug grip to a lock, her pussy calmly shrinks and tightens until they wrap around the grey nose close and completely, like a too tight glove. Seeming to go from a video into a picture, her black lips close tightly around the end of the MUTO like a snail turned predator, clasping the kaiju far better than any straight jacket could. And just like that, she holds the protester still, as if the wet part of her body had vacuum sealed the animal.\n\nTaking in breaths, the mare calmly breathes in… and out, careful to not loosen her hold. So tightly gripped, the MUTO doesn’t even feel compelled to move the rest of its body in her womb anymore. Glad to have her body acting as a natural muzzle, Mariana tries to clearly establish the advantage she carries by surrounding the MUTO’s entire body inside. Heavily wrapping around just about every inch of it, having the predator in her own body is far greater than any ‘high ground’ any jedi could achieve. Hips continuously feeling compelled to separate, she continues to resist and take a moment, allowing her unmoving open hole to face the dark forest beyond for a few seconds.\n\nA slick almost slimy round mouth pokes out from the middle, a sixth the size of the giant horse ass which surrounds it. Ears trapped inside, all the MUTO can hear are the continuous gurgles and inner workings of the animal it remains trapped inside (whatever it is). Veins pump blood, an intestine squeezes some once hay, an odd gurgle of fat or something moves somewhere else, and the neverending heavy shifting right against its ears are always heard. Wet soggy flesh pressing in, it doesn’t hear the distant crickets, or even a singular owl that ‘ whooos’ in the distance. No, all it does is breath through its unmoving nostrils, smelling the grass, and layer of mucus lining which coats her body. Trapped like a fish in a straightjacket, it does the one thing it can do; resist.\n\nResting on her side once again, Mariana feels good having a hand on the situation again. Good vagina, she internally jokes, proud to have a good vagina ‘on the situation’, to be more accurate. Leg still awkwardly poked up, she feels nice and tight between her crotch. Sure she still wants to grind and hump the mass within, but she also feels herself getting control over her sex in the process. Starting to think about what’s next, that step is practically answered for her as suddenly, a wave travels through her hips.\n\n“ OHH Shit ,” she tiredly almost squeals out, as a wave wiggles even manages to wiggle along her ass. As if she was the earth within an earthquake, her entire lower half seems to have to handle the aggressive action within her crotch. Trying to jam its tightly gripped head side to side, the MUTO clearly isn’t the happiest about its predicament. Smacking into her deeper cage with its other limbs, things remain much tighter in her hot tunnel.\n\nStill gripped as tight as can be- if anything a bit tighter as Mariana’s body instinctively clenches- there is absolutely no wiggle room for the creature's head and upper neck. But it still tries anyway. Even if it's a failed endeavor, because if the suction wasn’t enough, the massive almost hard muscular jello of her asscheeks, weighing from above and below the grey head, is just extra. With pounds on pounds of muscle, fat, and everything else within a horse's ass, they definitely aid Mariana’s vaginal walls in subduing the beast within. Even at this age, if that Stallion from her dreams was still around, she’d feel worried about it if she didn’t have this particular ‘grip’ on things. So heavy and pressing in on the MUTO with her body, it practically squishes the not fully grown yet still hard head. Angry the queen's desperate attempts don’t get her anywhere, the MUTO lets out a deep rumbling GROWWWL as it struggles in vain.\n\nSounding higher pitched than the last MUTO Queen Mariana had the pleasure of meeting, it still did sound strong and even more intimidating than a wolf. Enough so, she feels like she hears it more with her inner ears than outer. So much so, that if a predator were to sneak up on the mare now, she’s sure it would definitely think twice about attacking. Yet as intimidating as it is to even Mariana, it of course is a rumbling within her most delicate region.\n\nRumbling within her lower walls, it vibrates through her entire lower body. In such a way that she begins to feel everything. Tickling every nook and cranny of her insides, it’s like she suddenly feels an entire map of her pussy juice filled hole and womb. Having just gotten her senses under control, the rumbling vibration is suddenly far too much. Quickly throwing her nose into her dirt, her hips are forced to buckle as she loses control. Before she can even think about possibly stopping herself, she feels her orgasm suddenly coming.\n\nTaken back, she didn't expect this. Let alone, the effect this growl would have. Sure the big girl definitely wanted to finish inside her dream, but this is different, this is real. Not only that, she was finally getting a grip on things. Starting to put her hoof down, she thought she was getting things back on track. But this fighting MUTO, just had to unintentionally pleasure her in such an overwhelming way. While her privates were beginning to cool down a bit, they never stopped being ‘ready’. After all these months of temptation, and what felt like hours of recent pleasure, this wasn’t fair. This was just too much. Feeling her entire vagina, stuffed and compacted vibrating and rumbling through the entirety of her sex, she didn’t even stand a chance.\n\nLike a rocket from underground, the change seems to come from nowhere. But just as quickly as it comes, is just as quickly as she realizes that she can’t stop it. Thrusting her hips forward like earlier, she only perks her ass back, repeating the motion this time. The sound of dirt grates below as her naked and thick right cheek slides over the tiny rocks. “ Oh noo ,” she moans out, not actually feeling negative as her moist nose starts breathing heavy steam into the dirt inches below.\n\nStill resting on her side, it's an awkward position, but that doesn’t matter to the tailed animal in the slightest. Feeling the cum rising through somewhere around her inner bowels, she continues to assault the air as the MUTO fights and rumbles against its smothering wet world. As things shift back and forth, growing faster, the MUTO only grows more mad within its swinging confines. Little did it know that while angry, borderline furious now, fighting against its oppressor with all its might, it was merely unintentionally the perfect form of pleasure for the mare’s fire ridden pussy. And the more it ‘threatened’ the mare by growling and wiggling, simply put, the better it was making the mare’s impending orgasm.\n\nNot exactly wanting this ‘unknown to the MUTO’ result either, Mariana was as much a victim to her own body. Even if she wasn’t the one completely trapped inside it, it’s not like she chose this. Cumming over the MUTO’s body was the last choice she’d make. But damn if it didn’t feel so damn good in there, mare eyes close as her hips shake faster. Wanting to close because of how sensitive she quickly grew, she finds the added pressure only adds exponentially to how good the crushed MUTO feels within her body.\n\n“ Ohh yeahhh ,” she whispers as her brain whispers, ohh nooo. Like hearing a distant call fade away, her denial disappears, as she only focuses on one thing: How desperate she is to use the MUTO as a mere toy within her messy and hairy crotch. A small part in the back of her mind does remain somewhat present, as it keeps her from cruelly trying to crush the animal’s skull- even if she even could- but that doesn’t stop her from trying to lock her legs back together anyway.\n\nHer snout whips back as her closed eyes look at the stars. “ OOh yeahh ,” her voice has never sounded so high as her long mane falls down towards the dirt below. As the pleasure swells up, reaching its bursting point, so does the pressure as her legs only tighten together through her rocking hips.\n\nNot appreciating the only growing heavy force within the mare’s crotch/thighs at all, as the massive pressure only crushes above and below the MUTO, the small kaiju tries to flare its teeth. Growling like a rabid chihuahua now, it’s only bareeely able to wrinkle its skin, as the tight tube keeps its muzzle locked air tight. Pressure growing too much for it to resist, suddenly the parts around the narrower end of its mouth tightens. Wetly sucking into the MUTO’s face, too strong for most animal’s to handle, the MUTO is unwillingly squeezed a few inches back from where it came.\n\nThe angry rumbling within only numbs Mariana’s sensitive region all the more. Desperately moaning through needed breaths, the mare’s eyes remain closed as they relax. Her hips follow their lead as the middle of her ass grows wetter. Suddenly stopping her hips all together, her pink vaginal walls dilate in the open world, as for the second time in her life, she climaxes.\n\nThe horse's tail lightly rises up, lifting off to the right of the sideways lying mare as her body releases. Not moving any part of her except for her pulsing back filled hole, and her chest as the brown snout huffs into the dirt, the horse’s body remains as still as can be. It’s only her pulsing vagina, which tightens around a curved grey snout, that gives any indication to what’s happening. Visibly tightening, the outer parts of the flesh within the black lips loosens, as the center donut tightens. With that, her black lips try to come back together, before approaching the grey snout within. With a calm wave like flex, her hips rock forward, as her pussy sucks the snout deeper inside her mass. Shrinking the grey circle bit by bit, her pink and black slick sex takes over, replacing the MUTO within.\n\nSucking the head back inside like a vacuum, even the mare’s hairy ass doesn’t seem to shift or change in any way. It’s like it’s all her vagina’s doing. As if her vagina solely was the one pulling the almost newborn back where it ‘belongs’.\n\nBetween the dark shadows of her extended legs, the area beneath her crotch is even darker than the night around. Just the mere bottom of a big animal, her bottom is able to suck the other animal in like a swallow. Deeper and deeper the MUTO is unwillingly pulled inside the mare’s inner tunnel as the flesh narrows. Working it back and up, within a second the grey nostrils become completely replaced with the wet and moist end of her tube. Not just moist, as the second the pink flesh squeezes together completely, a small waterfall of scent cum pours out.\n\n“ Ughhh ,” the snout begs into the air as the orgasm washes out her insides. Draining and plentiful for the size, it pours down into the dirt below. Like a tiny faucet was turned on, it flows onto a patch of dirt below, darkening it even more in the night. Quickly soaking into the ground, leaving a small messy circle where it lands, it seems to come with bursts. Pouring and narrowing, pouring and narrowing,the juice is pushed out from the mare’s pussy as she only groooanss and huffs through the great pleasure. Besides the dirt patch below, some squirts manage to trickle down, getting caught in her ass hairs. Turning her own short hairs a bit darker, she mostly absorbs those little pours of whatever juice.\n\nWhile the MUTO was still angry as it could be, stuffed somewhere deeper inside, if it knew any better, it would be grateful its snout wasn’t in the way anymore. The last thing it would want is whatever nasty liquid that was pouring over its face. However, the dampening of its moist setting didn’t go unnoticed. Not like the river that was happening an inch or two beyond the end of its face, blocked by the narrowed tunnel, but things did seem to get sweatier around it. Enough for it to calm down for a moment in confusion.\n\nSlowly extending, her back tree trunk of legs extend straight out into the air. Stretching as if it was morning, the horse huffs out another “ Neighhh ”, as she just holds on for life. Cause of which, her right thigh starts to catch a bit more of her beginning to decrease rainfall. Not wanting it to end, Mariana can only continue to bask in it while it lasts. With dark and wet lips buried, her vagina pulses, as Mariana‘s snout practically shakes into the dirt. Next door and inside her perimeter, the grey snout manages to slowly slide back even deeper within her body.\n\n Open and numb, her fiery crotch waves over the MUTO, sucking it back into its home where it belongs. In pure bliss, Mariana doesn’t even care about that in the slightest. If anything, she’s glad as even her thoughts flutter through a mentally grinded out goooood. All that matters is the overwhelming pleasure that for the second time of her life, hijacks any rational thought. All that mattered was how good her crotch felt, and how good the mass within her firm body made her crotch numb. It just so happened that her orgasm brought the Queen back into her, and it just so happened that it felt reaalllyyy good as well.\n\n If the MUTO was upset- which it was- was the least of Mariana’s concern. Using it as a large and rumbling dildo, is all that exists to her in the dark forest. Pouring out discharge, the stream of her waterfall grows narrower. Now dribbling down the sides of her leg, the dark patch in the dirt just continues to soak and spread the juices. If a worm were to detect it, it wouldn’t enjoy the typical rainfall it normally would.\n\nPulsating her pink innards, the grey snout slides deeper within, before pulsing back slightly, and getting sucked in further. Blowing smoke into the dirt on the other side, the inside of her pussy laps of the MUTO inside like it had a flavor. Lasting some 10-15 seconds, eventually the surprise really dwindles down. With it, her suddenly stiff tail lowers, and begins to rest once more.\n\nDown below, the last of the gray circle remains inside her like a rock. With growing pressure in her womb again, already the MUTO’s entire neck and back head is back inside. Like a muzzle over her mouth, the grey snout remains pressed inside the pocket. The MUTO wants to remain deeper inside, and keep resisting, but it feels like it's a failed endeavor. Just keeping the last of it inside the repelling and small pocket is all it can do in protest.\n\nUnsure which part of the snout it is doesn’t matter to the mare, as soon her vagina resets with the tail. In tangent, her black lips close once more completely. They pulse ones, seeming to tighten, as deeper inside her vagina gives another tensing suck. Like sipping a straw, even her ass hairs seem to shift, before everything relaxes for good. With that, the MUTO disappears from her tunnel, completely held within the confines of her womb once more.\n\n Not able to see the change, Mariana certainly feels it. Deeper inside her hip bone now, she not only feels the last of the MUTO higher up within her innards, but also her womb beginning to fill out. Yet still relaxed, she remains to lose. Loose enough for the MUTO to return, trying to jam its head back inside. With a wet ‘SLshh’ that her inner ears pick up, still far too relaxed to stop it, the snout of the MUTO is successful. Once more, pressure fills up between her hips. Not one to accept defeat after having been defeated, clearly the MUTO found a bit more room to protest. Basking in post nut bliss, Mariana feels guilt for what she did, yet she allows herself to feel a bit guiltier.\n\n With the MUTO’s trying to dig inside her vagina’s tube, Mariana senses she almost has it back where it belongs, but not quite . Cranking her leg back down, her abdomen waves smaller as she’s sure to suck in. Waving the lowest part of her belly, just above her crotch without the help of any hands, the action would look strange to a passerbyer, yet Mariana knows what she’s doing. In particular, how she squeezes and waves the MUTO back into its home. Shifting her hips and belly, her leg lowers back down into her other once more.\n\nSure she feels sticky and honestly a bit gross around her groin, but what did it matter. She’d take a dip in some water or something tomorrow. For now, Mariana just had to do Mariana’s duty. Thigh hairs poking one another once again, like water by a cliff, she feels the dive. With a wet * Slurk * that actually tickles a bit differently, she takes the MUTO fully back into her womb once again. Causing a strange part of her insides to feel dense once more, her vagina closes and seals itself off, once more. This time, for good.\n\nStill laying down on her heavy side, she rests similar to how the mare was 5 minutes ago. Only difference being how the big brown chest heavily inflates and deflates through each worn breath. Well that and the dried up moisture around her bare ass and soaked into the dirt. Even now, a wet dribble or two seems to leak from her pussy, getting soaked up in the pool of her bare darker ass fur.\n\nWeakly yet with upset protest, the part of her belly that looks up to the stars bumps up. Forming a small skin stretched mountain on her body, it quickly disappears, before moving elsewhere. Growing quicker and with more limbs involved, the MUTO throws a tantrum within. Like some indigestion, Mariana simply deals with the commotion inside. Many bumps are even visible, but most she feels them press into her back, kidneys, and intestines all the same. It’s not pleasant, but what can she do?\n\nNot only would the limps protesting stand out, but every shift and turn of its body was felt alongside her inner walls as well. By now, the MUTO was large enough to give her enough swell that would look typical on a fully pregnant mare. Maybe even a hair bit more. Enough so, that as her big heavy belly sits on the dirt, it visibly actually wobbles as its inner occupant wiggles left and right.\n\n“Will you cut it out,” she quietly huffs out of her long nostrils. Still protesting within her body, she didn’t even try to speak loud enough to be heard. Truth is, she was still very tired. If anything, the complete almost lack of feel numbness inside her rear left her even more drained; in more ways than one. Fortunately the commotion inside wasn’t too much of a problem. Sure, a particular kick would cause her next big breath to flutter with a wince, but besides bruising her insides up a little, she knew she’d be fine. She was a big horse after all.\n\n“There th- ooof -there,” slowly her long neck lowers itself back into the dirt as she speaks to her belly. This time, her snout turns over her crossed front legs, she arcs her head back to look at her own naked body. Visually its round form wiggles, bumps and reflexively tightens similar to that of a very pregnant foal. The only exception vs a ‘normal’ pregnancy is how her gut seems to bump every direction at once. Almost forming a hexagon at points. An interesting sight for most, she’s forced to bear every visual all the same.\n\nI wish it belonged to another animal, she thinks, noticing how foreign it looks, even if it’s her own body. That would be much easier to look at then. Yet deep down she doesn’t feel that way. In a way she actually enjoys her duty. Well… even besides how much she just really ‘enjoyed it’.\n\nSuffocating it all with her heavy body, slowly her breathing calms down. Growing used to it as the fight grows weaker, even jabs towards her lungs don’t flutter her breath as much. Her air intake does still continue to shutter, but as the young queen tires herself out, Mariana’s insides relax, starting to wrap around it a bit softer by the second.\n\n“I’ll get you some food in the morning,” she mumbles, lowering her black eyelashes. That should solve her problem, Mariana assumes. So tired after being woken up from her dreams, and with an orgasm's worth of energy taken out of her, her womb hasn’t even stopped trying to escape her body yet, as she can’t help but ignore it.\n\nSliding across, and now weakly pressing against the dark fleshy wall, the MUTO remains caged inside its tight fleshy prison. Unable to do anything, it still tries to press against the flesh in any way it can with every limb it can. Weak after that whole crushing ordeal, not only is it not yet fully grown, but even now in its infant stage it’s still weaker than usual. Still upset yet growing tired itself it continues to weakly growl, as stubborn as can be.\n\nYet through its angry outburst, Mariana is able to handle it like a seasoned pro. Eventually, she doesn’t even know if the Queen is still moving about when sleep quickly takes a hold of her.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Mariana’s Duty

Chapter 2: Real Dreams

*Cla-clomp* *Cla-clomp* *Cl-clomp* ; four hooves each take their own turn colliding over the hard grey rocks below. At the bottom of a mountain, the features litter the ground nearly as much as the dirt below. Surrounded by massive wide tall trees that practically reach the clouds, Mariana enjoys walking on the stones. A nice change of pace, they’re a bit fun for some reason to her. Not only that, they do a good job trimming the bone on her hooves. Don’t want to get too unkempt now. When the next 20 foot rock she walks over ends, she simply falls an inch or two back onto the brown dirt that fills out the spaces in between. Littered with small twigs and branches, her hooves crush into everything from wood to leaves all the same.

Damaging the micro world below, a horse is a massive animal. Ask anyone who's ever been around one and they’d definitely agree. Yet this one's hooves seem to break the wood, and sink into the dirt, a bit more than anyone would typically consider normal. Leaving a path of accidental damage in her trail- equivalent to that of a large stallion- she walks along the brown forest. Dark brown tail sways, and rear and shoulders shift as always. Appearing relatively normal, there’s something slightly off about the sight. Somehow or someway, the mare just looks sooo… dense.

Six months have passed since Mariana met that MUTO Queen. Feeling like it was yesterday, a lot had happened over that time frame. For one, like a smoker trying nicotine, she found herself craving more of what the MUTO Queen had to offer. Like unlocking a box and finding a brand new toy, her own box seemed to always itch for more of that good pleasure. Sure, she was sore as hell for the next few days after. Internally her bones ached for a bit, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if her dark back lips showed some irritated red for a bit. But that didn’t bug her nearly enough to regret her actions. Having experienced gold once, she’d do it all over again.

It just sucked for her that the woods seemed a bit blander ever since. She felt guilty viewing her short term MUTO friend like that, dipping her head into the dirt while lost in thought, but she couldn’t help it. She was only a horse. Like all animals, horses had cravings.

To make matters worse, her unique pregnancy only seemed to fuel that itch. Pressing against her womb walls like she had a third constantly filled lung, it felt far too close to her vagina, without actually being her vagina. She tried sitting into the grass, and even rubbing the middle of rear on trees, and while it did scratch her dark lips periodically, it never even compared to what the MUTO had done to her.    

Which is a good thing, reluctantly she liked to think. Growing a new life in her womb, it made her feel a bit too ‘dirty’ to do something so naughty when her privates were already housing something so important. Her body was meant to grow the MUTO into a queen right now, not fuck! She told herself her primal urges could wait another 13 or 14 months. Yet, even the wind seemed to tempt her at times.

     To make her grind her teeth even more, she soon came to find out that that thing she was trying to protect- you know, the kaiju - had another very unfortunate side effect. She doesn’t know exactly when it started, but around 3-4 months in, it began to eat inside. Shifting and munching on its egg, the vibrations transferred inside her underbelly.

At the time it first began, her hooves were splashing the shallow water alongside a pond. Every day still felt like a new experience compared to her own life. Looking at the splashing ripples, it was still strange enough to have her stop and look back at herself as if she’s never seen her body before. Big round underbelly, sure she looked normal, but there was an alien buried underneath that brown hair coat she wore. Then, that became all the more apparent, as the rubbing started.

Except for a light breeze here and there, her body hair remained still. However, she definitely felt the creature she surrounded. Like a hand over a balloon, her insides tickled oddly just beyond her belly button. Strange as it was, it didn’t hurt, so she just didn’t think too much about it. Dipping her head down into the pond, lapping up the fresh water, her stomach wasn’t the only inner part of her that wiggled.

     Of course, what started out as a tiny inner scratch, the motions only grew. Happening maybe 3-4 times a day, the strange inner wrigglings became a daily occurrence. Confused at first, eventually she realized what should have been obvious. That being, that the baby MUTO Queen inside her was eating its egg. Scoffing at herself, she was told this would happen. Sometimes it tickled the right side of the insides, sometimes the bottom, and sometimes any other single other direction one could think of. It wasn’t anything bad or uncomfortable. Yet still, when the ‘direction’ was aimed in a certain direction, she would be forced to stop her walking, and lower her long neck towards the ground. You see, the vibrations did like to travel, and when the MUTO decided to eat its meal so close to her backdoor, it only made her pussy lips wince in irritatingly unsatisfied temptation.

     As the growing creature began to replace its egg, slowly did a noticeable pressure grow inside. Just enough to grow her underbelly like a small inhale, some added muscle was beginning to form in her legs. As an everyday workout, it was nice feeling some extra needed strength in her steps. Gut constantly feeling filled up, a periodic hoof would step awkwardly as she would adjust, swaying her hips just a bit more to work around her inner occupant. Most of the time it was a failed endeavor, but sometimes she was able to shift the creature inside into a slightly more comfortable position- at least for her .

But things weren’t only a one way street. Of course, the creature inside would shift at least the back half of the mare on its own as well. Sometimes nicely for Mariana, and sometimes uncomfortably. Once or twice a day the MUTO seemed to press against her womb, almost like an investigator. Not enough to disrupt her steps, but it was enough to slowly bump out her thin hairs.

One time, completely missed to both parties, a small fly landed on the back right part of her body. Around the curve of her belly, the brown hairs looked like towering brown trees to it. Which provided a nice landing pad for the dark bug to grab onto. Thinking whatever a fly thinks, it just sat there as the giant brown bobbing head in the distance looked almost blurry to it. Things would remain consistent for a few minutes, until eventually, a mound formed out of the insects living earth. With front row seats to the growing hill, it was close and different enough to cause it to turn and fly away. Remaining an odd growth for a few seconds, it eventually dug downwards a few inches, before eventually receding back into the ‘earth’ from which it came. Round and smooth once more, the mare’s head simply continued to bob about off in the distance.

Sure the sensations were strange, but at least Mariana could contain it all like some slight indigestion. But with her abdomen feeling heavier already, she’s no fool to the fact that she’s only about a third of the way there. She’s just a fool to why she’s about a third of the way there.

     Now as she walks alongside the mountain, she feels the creature calmly munching away inside once again. Oddly enough, from inside her own body her pointed ears pick up on certain squelches and muffled munches she doubted any other animal could hear. Maybe an arctic fox, if its ears were pointed directly at her underbelly, but that would just about be it. Hell, with her slight belly sag, no other animal would be even able to tell she was anything different besides fat, or decently pregnant. With her own personal radio channel playing once again, she just tunes out the quaint nibbling like always.

Like a pair of hands pressed against her ass, two strange limbs press on the opposite side, internally just in front of her rear. No visual cues are obvious to the outside world, but Mariana feels the added pressure. Held within her womb, there’s a small gap with her internals, but each step brings one side of her hips closer and around these pressure points. No veterinarian, she can’t help but feel these sensations are giving her a sense over a horse’s body well unlike most animals ever experience.

Stiff, it’s almost like her hanging underbelly tries to wiggle with each step. Sure she had a strong middle, but all the added muscles in her strong legs only transferred the weight between the ground and her shoulders. With gravity always pulling the MUTO down towards the ground, it only makes sense for some small wobbling to occur where her belly looks down below, reaching almost her moving knees heights.

Inside, the young MUTO Queen had begun to understand the almost constant shaking of its world similar to how any animal would understand breathing. Well… that might not exactly be true either. Behind its head, usually when the MUTO suspected the “MUTO Queen” it was inside was sleeping, it could hear the calm inflating and deflating of the lungs in the muffled distance. Soothing, the MUTO didn’t mind sleeping as well whenever things calmed down. Awake and lying on its back now, its bed remains firm and cushioned as always. Sure it seems to shake with each step just a little bit, but again it’s just background noise to the MUTO.

Towards the lower part of its body, moist and pinkish yet almost fully grey legs push out within the cramped and dark hammock, pressing against the almost slimy wall. The fleshy wall has some slight give, but there is some firmness on the other side that she likes. Sure, whatever it feels on the other side seems to consistently * squish * and wiggle back and forth, but pressing back against her small claws/feet, it’s like a nice massage.

So dark, it’s hard to make out much of its surroundings- as if there was much to be made out . Accommodating the MUTOS weight, the inner pink lining appears smooth as it stretches around her. There’s little color changes within the wall, but so dark, it’s hard to tell what the distinctions were.

The MUTO glances up to the ceiling of the dark cave that covers only inches away. Up above looks the same as the rest, but for some reason it seems to feel the hardest whenever she pushes against it. Way too firm to do much more than press against an inch at maximum, it’s nice that she lies on the hanging comfortable part, and not that overly firm bed.

Besides that, the left and right sides feel a sort of mix between the roof and bed. Like the ‘bed’, the walls are firm and strong, but they only strongly hold her back vs feeling like a brick wall. Then with a similar constant strength, things behind and below her just feel heavy. Sure she can push against the wall, but with changing densities the mass on the other side seems to try to suffocate her. Different parts feel different, especially where the MUTO’s feet are right now, but they always just feel heavy. It’s almost like the body is telling the MUTO she shouldn’t be trying to go over there.

With a handful of pink jelly jelling on its chest, dying its skin a bit redder than its dark pink surroundings, it munches away using its two t-rex-like arms. A bit longer, two more arms come out from its side like an ant, as they’re instantly forced to curl upwards and over the MUTO. They rest over the jelly like a pair of ribs.

For a home, there really was barely any space within the small sack. Even its lower legs are forced to bend its knees back until they too touch the jelly on top, before bending back to where its feet touch the wall. Above the jelly and surrounding ends of its middle arms, is practically the only space inside not occupied by the MUTO. A small hole about the size of its head now, the MUTO Queen remembers it looking much bigger a few months ago.

Glancing beyond the chewed mounds of jelly, the eyes within grey causally look at the one thing that looks any different in this strange room. Between its flat feet, in the darkness, is what looks like a thin line in the living wall. Vertical, maybe the size of one of the MUTO’s feet actually, it appears just a bit more shadowed than the rest of the room.

When wiggling about one day, the MUTO tried to roll over and investigate the odd, almost doorway looking cut. By that point things already became hard enough for her to turn around. Her entire world jostling and thumping about definitely didn’t help. Fortunately, things were as stable as an animal's innards could make things. Through the neverending shaking, the MUTO was able to get a good enough look at the difference in the walls.

There looked to be a pin sized shadow of a line, going up and down. Around the size of her head at the time, it had some slight wiggling to it, but remained very thin before disappearing into the sea of humid pink animal innards. Every part of the MUTO’s surroundings, with the exception of some slight wrinkling, remained mostly smooth, except this part. Almost like the sharpest claw imaginable was used, there was a tightly compressed line carved into the living sphere.

Curious, the MUTO lifted her own claw at the time, sliding her soft skin over the line. So tightly closed is the snatch, that it felt like sliding over any other part of the stretched womb the MUTO was locked away inside. Still, the MUTO tried sliding its young hand up and down and all around, investigating this strange thing like a locked treasure chest. Not knowing much in this world, she does have the idea that this must be her exit.

It was around here that her heavy world seemed to stop shaking. So used to constant rhythm, the way a person feels when a car stops moving, the change makes the previous bobbing quite noticeable. Unsure if it’s related to the MUTO’s own investigating, the still slicked head glances up at the dark roof of the cave. Eerily still, nothing seems to change within, or outside of its confines. Just beyond her muzzle, the friction of the cave is practically felt from above. Within her round home, her long snout slides back down. Inches away, it continues to look at the odd sight. Partially bundled up in the small space, her nose is of course only an inch away. Close enough to see in the darkness, it presses a soft finger against the slice again, sliding along the crack with force.

The wall on each side of the slit budges slightly, but the slice remains closed. Interesting as it is, she doesn’t feel like she should push too hard yet. The silent unmoving nature of the room starts to make the MUTO feel a bit uneasy. Nothing looks or even really feels any different to the MUTO, but for some reason she starts to get an uneasy feeling. It’s almost like the womb is looking at her, as if she was doing something she shouldn’t.

With a sense of worry, the MUTO takes its hand off the lining, and decides to bundle into itself again. A mere inch away all around except for below her body, the womb encompasses her. Chest facing downwards- towards the grass the horse's belly aims at that might as well be miles away- a big eye glances forward against. Still close, she watches the slice that remains just beyond her snout. Things remain still for an uncomfortably long 10 more seconds. Until eventually, things seem to return to normal, as her small world starts to sway and move again.

-

     Having traveled enough for the day, Mariana takes a moment. Easily, her round underbelly calms to a standstill as her hooves rest on top of the dirt. Wanting something to tide her over a little, her long brown neck lowers down towards the ground to munch on some more grass. Hungrier than she thought, she swallows down a good 80 mouthfuls, leaving a patch of ripped grass in her wake.

Still able to munch some more, with the sun beginning to set, she decides to let sleep take priority. Able to adventure far still, she was lugging some more pounds around each day. For that reason, sleep takes priority over her remaining hunger. Not too hungry anymore, Mariana had been feeling a bit hungrier in her stomach as of late for some reason. Likely due to the obvious she figures. Wandering around for a few nice bushes for cover, she eventually finds a good spot, and lowers her weight down to the ground.

     Resting flat, the sky looks down at her strong curved back. On all four ‘corners’, big hooved legs surrounding her middle like the sphinx. A bit rounder down south, there is a slight bit of pressure felt below her ribs. Not enough to make her want to roll over, but enough to feel a bit of belly swell pressing against the dirt. Head still raised, her snout aims left and right a few times to make sure the coast is clear of any predators. Satisfied, her back left leg kicks straight out to the side, causing her to just barely roll right. Dropping her head to the side over her front left leg, the limb feels good against her long chin. Calming down second by second, her eyelids grow heavier. Eventually, sleep easily finds her.

-

     Wandering through a sparkling forest, stars seem to sparkle in the sky as well, brightening it up as if it were a shining blend of blue and purple. Down on the planet, every tree and every bush around her seems to reflect like they were coated with mini mirrors. It all seems so unique, but oddly not strange. Turning her snout to face up above, an odd almost alien fruit hangs low from a tall tree.

Still a bit hungry, it appears as scrumptious as it looks foreign. Parting her maw to expose her flat teeth, she takes a bit, *crunching* over it. Chewing it left to right, the flavor is immaculate! Sliding over her taste buds, the second she swallows down the paste into her belly, she looks up again wanting more. Soon however, her smile turns to disappointment. Sprawled out, the rest remain far, high above her head.

     Wanting another bite, she jumps on her hind legs. Brown haired belly stiffly wiggles a moment, before gripping itself firmly, slightly stretching forward. Further down, her brown rear and legs visibly tighten as her muscles support her heavy frame. Looking a bit pudgier than usual, her legs struggle a bit as the middle of her own body seems to weigh her down.

Biting at the air, the strange red and purple fruit remain just outside of her stretched maw. Back legs stomping and shaking for balance, she sways back and forth, struggling to remain near the outstretched branch. Clearly increased intelligence didn’t come with being bipedal. Swaying like a horse's first steps, with such a ‘rock’ held within her womb, balancing is basically impossible. With a short kick of her back left hoof, which tightly jiggles her expressionless belly for a moment, she’s forced to lower her front legs once more.

     ‘Damn it’, her front left hoof stamps into the dirt leaving a bone hoofprint. Her eyes remain locked onto the fruit that now somehow seems to be even farther away. ‘What can I do?’ She wonders, still hungry and craving the fruit.

     “Need another hoof?” A voice startles her, calling out from behind. Her hair flicks as the mare’s head swivels around. Looking over her right shoulder, Mariana makes out the sight of a stallion! Long flowing black mane, the rest of the hair on his body is black and white, almost like that of a bigger splotched zebra.

     Embarrassed and flustered, Mariana blushes. “T- thank you,” she gets out, “that would be great! I’m a bitttt ugh…” she glances down. Rounder than the average mare, maybe the stallion can tell she’s not just big boned. “-Weighed down at the moment haha,” she finishes. A small bump stretches the opposite left side of her underbelly, before sliding down and across her middle towards her right. Unmoving, it feels like the animal she’s pregnant with is traveling a mile. Likely hidden from the Stallions view behind her rear- yet possibly being able to seen between her back legs- hairs on Mariana’s belly deform along a line. Some parts of her belly towards the bottom right resist more for some reason, as if the air suddenly became as hard as dirt, before the bump fickles out. Used to feeling her belly deform, she just hopes the stallion doesn’t get a glimpse of what she has hidden away. Probably unjustified, but she feels like her pregnancy acting up might not be too ladylike, or more or less attractive. Not only that, but she hopes he’s not able to pick up on the scent of how either he or it makes her feel.

     Outside in the dark, the moon is still the brightest lightbulb in the night sky. Relaxed as can be, a horse sleeps on the bare dirt with eyes closed and a round hairy underbelly. Some pressure on her long left cheek, her shorter haired leg makes for a nice pillow below her closed eyes. Dreaming away, her chest slowly expands and compresses as the cool night air travels through her nostrils. Relaxed as can be, the mare remains motionless as she dreams through her deep slumber.

     Having leaned even so slightly over to her right some more in her sleep, her big round leftward facing belly remains the border to her innards as always. Not completely motionless however, one part of her does move. Out of the sleeping mare’s control, a bump stretches her belly outwards about an inch into the open woods. Disappearing and reappearing a few seconds later, it slides down along her gut.

Inside, surrounded by intestines and all other organs around the womb, the MUTO slides its limb along the slick border. Nighttime outside, things are pitch black inside the horse. Unable to see, it seems to search for something. Suddenly, towards gravity a great hard resist stops the MUTO’s hand. Things are hard to press against already, but even history has taught her that it’s the ground outside of these walls she presses against. Without any more egg-jello to munch on, while she wants to be able to stand on the ground, this isn’t the way to get out.

     The stallion takes this opportunity to approach. Casually strolling up, his large *clomping* hooves are sure to take their time. “Not a problem,” he smiles, twisting his long snout as he walks up beside her. Side by side, his hair still seems to flow in the windless air as he stops.

Next to Mariana, he looks up as she once did, eyeing the fruit. A few inches taller than the mare, he should have no problem at least getting the lowest couple. Sure Mariana probably weighed the same as him, but he was taller and in this case, being lean was better.

With a quick bounce of his upper legs, he reaches high, balancing on his hind legs. Longs thinner and more toned, his hooves stumble and shift for balance, yet he somehow appears graceful. At least, definitely more graceful than the mare. Next to the girl, Mariana just stands delicately as she watches the boy. Still high up, he works on his new bipedal, as he stretches upwards for the lower fruits up above. Still high up, he’s at least closer than she was.

After a short branch shifting miss he gives a short, “almost got it,” while ‘walking’ back and forth cautiously to maintain balance. It’s clearly hard, but it’s as good as a horse possibly can. Waiting for the branch to slow down, he figures he should have it in another few seconds.

“No problem,” Mariana calls out as her eyes unconsciously lower themselves. Still standing on 4 legs like any other regular horse, her snout and eyes start to point much lower. Only a few feet away, eye level to her, is the bare crotch exposed between his open hips. Mostly white with some black around his left thigh, she looks at the dark ‘appendage’ in the middle. Pointed up and wrinkled, is the stallion's large sheath.

Bundled up and quite literally a part of his crotch, it shimmys and shakes slightly as it looks in the same direction as his muzzle does. With two big black balls held tightly just below, each just a tiny bit less wrinkly, the whole thing is about the same color as Mariana’s own southern lips. Just where hers are still decent within her ass and underneath her tail, his sex is as out in the open as her head. On each side, his smooth inner hips stretch and shift as his hips stumble back and forth through another failed attempt. With it, his privates start to wobble and shake once again.

“Gomt mit!” The stallion cheers from above with the fruit delicately held in his maw. A snap from a branch is heard as Mariana’s eyes dart back up, watching as the stallion lets himself fall. A bit blushed from being so caught up in the other sight, she acts like her eyes weren’t prying at anything they shouldn’t. Completely normal, she also acts as if she isn’t disappointed his slick and natural body curve covers up most of the ‘sight of interest’.

Replacing her vision, is the now much closer stallion head. Almost in her ‘bubble’, he smiles around a solid fruit filled mouth. “Hmere moo gmo ,” his muffled words sound proud with the sparkling food wedged between his herbivorous teeth. The odd fruit doesn’t take up much of his open maw, but it’s still not easy to talk with your mouth full. Calmly, he stretches his snout towards Mariana.

Still flustered at the sight of the handsome stallion, let alone that can talk(!), she’s awkward to stretch forward for it. Reaching out, opposite facing lips surround, suffocating the fruit. Clamping over it calmly, she fumbles the fruit a bit as the stallion suddenly pulls back. Remaining as still as the fruit she now grips, her long snout remains protruded forward. With eyes partially closed, she was expecting, or at least hoping for a little bit more of something else sweet. Slower to bring her head back towards herself, she now has another one of the delicious fruits she forgot she wanted.

“You got it?” He slyly smiles.

Having been a bit looser than she would have expected from herself, a grown warmth within the crevice of her ass feels equally disappointed. Further inside, towards the back left of her underbelly, just in front of her left thigh the pregnancy shifts again. It’s enough to give her underbelly a small wiggle. ‘Oh don’t keep prodding around now’.

With her mind elsewhere for a moment, she nods to the stallion, “MMm-meah m-yeah.” Quickly she chomps on it, quickly swallowing down chunks of the fruit. It’s as delicious as the last one, yet the heat underneath her tail tells her what she really wants. Unable to help looking off to the side awkwardly, she has another thought, ‘shit I misread that. He’ll think I’m too easy!’ She panics internally, worried she completely blew this once in a lifetime opportunity. Gulping the last of the not yet completely chewed fruit, she’s quick to try to distract, “Yeah, it was absolutely delicious! Thank you! What are theseeee things called?” Actual curiosity surprisingly relieves some of her anxiety.

Mostly white, almost yin and yang looking snout turns back up to the branches above. “You know, that’s what's funny. I’ve been around these parts for so long,” his eyes go from fruit to fruit, “yet I’ve never actually tried naming them. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever even tried one.”

Mariana’s eyes widen , “you’ve never even had one!?” The shock over such a thing shakes off more of her anxiety. “How? Are they dangerous or something?” A different worry tickles her as her stomach lets out a tiny * gurrrgle *.

“Ha,” his laugh smiles, “no no no they’re not dangerous. And I don’t know… just never have for some reason.” He glances up at the fruits before looking back down at her. Making eye contact, Mariana’s anxiety threatens to return as her skin grows red underneath her brown fur. “Should I get another one?” His head rotates with a smile, still keeping eye contact.

Long dark hair appearing to flow in the windless open, even his tail seems to follow his mane’s lead as well. Caught up again in thoughts between that and what she saw last time, her head nods with a quick, “yeah.” ‘Slow down’, she tells herself, “that would be much appreciated.” She gives her own smile, yet it’s not as smooth as it could be.

It doesn’t help that her intestines seem to get poked and prodded from another animal locked inside her. Dealing with the womb… ‘indigestion’, or whatever she’d call it, all she can do is ‘act natural’. Focusing on the stallion in front, it’s a bit harder as the commotion inside decides to move around a bit more than usual. ‘Eat your damn egg,’ she urges mentally, not out of anger, but out of a worried urge.

Standing in front of her, she looks at his narrower rear. Looking back up, the Stallion eyes another fruit. It hangs at the end of another wooded branch and sparkling leaves. “I think I’ll go for that one,” nose pointing for him, the words cause Marian to perk up as he sizes up the distance. “However,” her tail drops a millimeter, “I think I’ll need some help.” He turns to look at her once more.

Eyes lifting just a bit to make eye contact with the slightly taller horse, Mariana needs to ask, “In what way?” Unsure how she can help, she continues, “You’re taller than me.” ‘What can I do’? Her thoughts follow.

“True true, but you can still help me out. Here, let me show you. Turn around,” his long snout does a nice little circle in the air. Funnily enough, the words sound a bit familiar to Mariana. It’s almost like she’s heard it before.

“Oh ughh- yeah ok,” she clomps in place until she’s facing away. In such a vulnerable position with her rear facing the stallion, her loins itch with fire. If she had to guess, her tail was probably over a hundred degrees. ‘Good thing it makes for a good insulator, or well, curtain at least’. Still worried she’s misreading something in some way, she’s just doing what she’s told. ‘Just following directions’. “Like this?” She looks over her shoulder, a bit worried she shouldn’t be facing the other horse with her ass.

“Exactly,” the stallion gives a short bow. “Here, now let me get you that fruit,” his head rises again as one of his pointed black ears flicks. Eyes glancing down instead of up, he approaches the mare.

Feeling warm inside, she doesn’t dare to move an inch of her front nor behind. Still not sure exactly what is happening, the last thing she wants to do is mess whatever is happening up. Unavoidably, the bulges inside her underbelly works its way down her middle some more. Starting directly down, it slides along her womb wall, perpendicular to her rear. Unable to help it, her tail reflexively lifts from the stimulation. As odd as it feels, it continues to tempt and tickle her as always. Not wanting the stallion to think she’s easy, again she feigns a smile, hoping he didn’t notice. ‘That probably made it worse! Whatever act cool, act cool!’ Her head races, but the tickling in her womb helps calm her down. As much as the kid inside her makes things worse, it also seems to help relax: Not wanting the MUTO inside to stop, she also doesn’t want it to mess anything up.

Calmly, the stallion approaches, long chin over her tail and lower back. Feeling like a furnace, she’s afraid he’ll find out, let alone melt from her heat. Standing firm, she gives a quick unnecessary, “ok, go for it.” Which he does without a word.

Hopping up once more, this time he catches himself on her big wide rear. Massive as always, being a taller horse he’s able to work his upper arms up her hips. Catching over the curves where her back widens into her rear, the base of her tail tickles his chest. Quickly wiggling his way up, it’s ungraceful, yet he somehow makes it look good.

Feeling a stallion in such an… ‘enticing’ position, has Mariana’s insides screaming. Feeling like she’s losing control, it’s a shocker she doesn’t simply throw it back and ride him from the bottom on the spot. Her crotch moistens out of her control. Inner weight swells her belly to the right, wiggling her back tunnel enough to only fan the flames. Or rather, put gasoline on the flames, as the slightest tickles leave her practically begging for more.

Eyes look forward into the sparkling woods, trying to hold onto her last sliver of decency, but her ass looks at the stallion's crotch with as much hunger as possible. Out of pure hormones her tail attempts to lift further. Pinned down against the weight of the horse's chest above, it feels tight. Unable to rise, it’s forced to slide to the right just a little bit to find some form of compromise between the two massive bodies. Feeling her vagina starting to appear behind the curtain in the shadowed space, she tells herself ‘at least he can’t see it’. Unbeknownst to her however, was the view her enticed lips are greeted with. That being the stallion's dark growing rod, beginning to stretch closer and closer to her naked ass by the second.

“Oh it’s so high up there,” his voice almost whispers from above her back shoulders. Looking down, he only sees the back of the mare's upper body and head now as she looks out ahead. Seeming to slide forward with each word, his front legs wrap around her sides, almost clamping her in place. “Going to need a little more help,” his snout aims towards the back of her ears, “if that’s alright with you?” Breath slowly coming from the bottom of her lungs, she doesn’t even flinch when she feels something press against her backdoor. Fully erect, his ‘third leg’ presses against her pussy lip.

     Not even saying a word, all she can do is flutter her eyes closed, exhaling out a low, “ huhhhh .” Feeling her warmth get shared, her tail slides as far to the left as it can go, welcoming the stallion. In tune, his member presses forward a bit harder. Much easier than her last experience using those lips, her dark lips easily part. Inhaling sharply, her chest rises with her next breath as the hard horse cock calmly slides deeper, and deeper inside her hips. Inch by inch it’s like wide surgery the way it rises up and through her hips. While not as big as the MUTO Queen, it’s nice not feeling like you're being broken apart. Without much history, she was sure he was big by stallion measurements, but wetly welcoming him inside, she was able to handle his length and girth like a pro.

     “You like that?” He whispers, pulling his hips back, and bucking his crotch forward once more.

     “MMM yeahhh ,” she moans out, nose lifting towards the branches above with closed eyes. A wet *squelch* is heard as this time, he presses so far forward that the short white hairs around his crotch makes contact with the short brown hairs on her round rear. So nice, he’s happy to put his own sensitive member in such a warm and wet parking spot. Right in the dead center, maybe up a hair in the middle of her naked ass, he continues to thrust his member back and forth inside with vigor.

     Wetly taking the pounding, the friction rubs everything from her back lips, to the dark upper depths of her tunnel. Lips wrapping around the delicious sausage, it’s stretched just a bit more the closer his base gets. Surprising the boy even, she’s able to hilt him like he’s nothing. Not one to complain, she feels soft, wet and warm enough to feel like home.

     Numbing her insides once more, she encourages her body to leak as much ‘coolant’ as possible. Not actually able to control that unfortunately, by enjoying it as much as she can, her body does its job well. Basking in the sensation, and basking in the rear assault, the fire in her crotch gets pleasured in such a way that only sex can provide.

“Soooo fucking good,” she uncharacteristicaly swears out a moan. Having felt so pent up and teased these last couple of months, this is absolutely exactly what she needed. Tail pressing against the stallions underbelly, and forced to hang off to the side, she wants him to fuck her like trash.

     Fruit seeming to disappear from any thought bubble, his member continues to rub all throughout her deep inside. So deep inside, that she begins to feel it practically reach her womb. Oddly, with a sudden pressure pressing against the front bones of her inner hips, she feels the urge to shift, but the stallion keeps her pinned.

“Ok, loveboy,” the words are hard to get out through how good her insides feel. “Don’t try, *huff* *huff*, to get to rou-aghhoof,” her words are cut out as the pressure assaults her rear again. Coming from the opposite end, it doesn’t seem to make much sense with her clouded mind. It’s almost as if the stallion was fucking her from the inside. As dilated as can be, it leaves her a bit thrown off.

“What? You don’t like it rough?” The stallion calls out, continuing to hump into her vigorously, slapping his hips against hers.

All of it is enough to keep her struggling to think clearly, but she still can’t help but try to focus on the strange sensation some more. It’s like something's investigating her womb, right around where her cervix comes between it and her vagina. It feels oddly familiar. Not able to pinpoint why exactly the cock she was taking felt like this, it just fires her soaked innards all the more.

Furthest part of her vagina towards her belly button, the sensation rubs around the entrance/exit of her insides. While the Sattlion wasn’t big enough to go that far, the ‘inside slit’ remains closed, she thinks. Yet it’s almost like hands are feeling around both sides of her closed off tunnel. ‘Am I forgetting something?’ She wonders, pussy lips wrapping around the dirty part of the other animal. As the two mate their privates, it’s hard to remember something a bit more ‘innocent’, held within her safe space.

Eyes partially open, head and body bobbing with each thrust, she tries to look past the pleasure, and onto that sensation some more. Going to respond to the stallion, she’s cut off as something presses against her inner slit.

“AAHhhh,” she calls out, clearly taking back from the sudden shift. ‘What was that?’ It’s weirdly like her vagina’s just been opened for the first time. Overwhelming, it makes her really want to buck her hips, and grind over the rod inside. Cheeks still spread, she tries to back her ass back up into the stallion. Quite unusual, that doesn’t have the same effect as she thought. It’s almost as if that deepest opened part of her tunnel is the only thing that gives her pleasure anymore. As disappointing as it is, it also feels so much better.

“Are you ok?” The black and white towering horse asks, continuing to thrust as his motions slow down.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Not surewhat you'redoingtho,” it’s like she needs to get the words out quickly between pleasured groans. “But it feels…,” she bobs twice as her ass gets pounded some more. Tickling the darkest shadows of her heavy tunnel, the sensation pokes around, “kinda goooood.” Her head bobs a bit more as she agrees with herself. Teeth clenching, she feels the furthest part of her womb seeming to get probed some more.

Visible to neither horse but to the outside world, her round pregnant belly, naturally bigger than her chest, presses out to the left and right as if a stiff starfish was inside. Not strong enough to deform her much, but it still causes her to instinctively drop her gut down and try to separate her back legs the slightest bit- similar to how most girl animals may relieve themselves- as she moans over the unseen inner stretch.

Letting the motion wave up her body, the mare makes sure to lift her big brown ass up again, and push it back. Wet *Slick* sounds reaching her ears, she almost wants more of whatever he’s doing. The stallion's wet nose breathes into the back of her right ear, panting as well. Fueling her urges, it’s only amplified as the thing inside pushes back through her narrow tunnel once more. Starting to split her hips, it feels so weirdly good. But like dropping something delicate, it also feels like she’s letting something slip that shouldn’t. Still wet and open, her vision darkens a moment, as the internal shifting grows.

Inside the pitch black insides of a sleeping horse, the MUTO finally finds the slit. Nighttime outside the animal it’s surrounded and buried inside, the young MUTO is unable to see what it once saw before. Still however, the thin and sharp ‘bump’ is quite different from the smooth stretched pink walls that surround her. Without anymore food/egg to eat, she figures it’s about time to leave this place she’s called home. Sure it was calm and warm, but the creature’s instincts tell it it’s about time. Pushing with more force than before- yet with slightly more than she expected- the slice in the wall finally parts open.

Sliding two strange fingers inside, the first thing the young queen notices is how wet it is. The second thing is the strong pungent smell. Sure the MUTO had grown used to how its entire world smelled after being inside this tiny room for 6 months, but this was like that smell, suddenly turned up 2 notches. Not good or bad per se’, but it was still strong. Ready to leave, the MUTO just assumed her parent was simply ready to let her out. Seeming to welcome her, the grey limb opens the beginning of the tunnel some more. With a wet * slurk *, the MUTO’s hand disappears even more as she slides some more fingers in, stretching it over the limb.

Up to its wrist, the kaiju feels as slimy as when it first got out of its egg. Back then the womb it was in was a strange new world, but it was warm and safe. Now, having only known that very room, it felt like she was exploring a whole new room in a house. Like unlocking a part of a map in a video game, this strange, seeing what’s through this narrower fleshy warmth is quite exciting.

Lightly, the walls in this narrow space touch the MUTO’s lower arm all the way around. Not tightly yet, while smaller, it at least feels more flexible than the deeper room she had become quite acquainted with. However, moving her claw around the strange glove, things also feel heavier further beyond the boundary. Not from the muscle surrounded tunnel itself, but the way the ‘roof’ and ‘floor’ of her cave feel firmer than the rest. Whatever surrounds the soft warm flesh the MUTO feels, beyond the tunnel things start to feel firm and solid. Almost like there were two big balls of muscle buried inside the animal. Luckily for the MUTO, that hardness feels far enough away, and the tunnel seems to be stretchy enough she should be able to fit her body through. It was definitely going to be a tight fit for her, but she should manage.

‘What’s going on?’ Mariana wonders as something deep in her ass seems to wiggle around. Her mind tells her she should be cautious, but her vagina tells her to take more. Focusing on that new sensation more and more, it’s almost like the stallion is deflating inside her. “No, I like it rough,” she calls out, a bit disoriented in the woods. She’s unsure if she heard the stallion’s question a second ago or 5 minutes ago.

Then, almost a bit too rough, she feels something deep inside trying to slide through. Coming down from the other end of her vagina somehow feels even more unusual than having sex with the MUTO Queen was. Tickling almost backwards, her passageway suddenly feels very narrow and compressed. It’s almost as if instead of standing upright, her hips are pressing into one another, trying to remain closed.

Out of control, the glistening forest starts to glisten less. Growing foggier by the minute, she looks left and right in confusion. “What’s going…?” She questions as darkness replaces her surroundings. First the stallion's cock seems to disappear from her exit, then his weight, and she doesn’t even know when he disappears entirely. The last thing she sees is one of those delicious fruits off in the distance, hanging above. Fading, it gives a last sparkle, before it too disappears entirely.

“What the?” Her voice suddenly sounds so overly groggy. Slowly, horse eyes wince and struggle to break open through gross sleep gunk. Having apparently been asleep, the dark normal woods she has grown to know her entire life, slowly grows less blurred through her eyelids. Yet, before she can even fully wake up, she feels it.

Trying to drag her ass away from her, the MUTO inside presses through her middle. “Mwaht the hell?” Groggily, her nostrils and her neck stretches as her ass deals with added pressure. Just like in the dream, her vaginga still feels wet, open, and dilated. To the outside world, it’s just a once sleeping horse, shifting her damp ass back a few inches for no reason. But to Mariana, tired as hell she is, she still starts to pick up on what’s really happening.

     Having rolled over in her sleep completely, from thigh to hoof her left leg rests on top of her right. Not an uncomfortable position- if anything it gives her slightly swollen hairy belly some relief- but it does have the added effect of sandwiching her hips together. In return, every time the MUTO tries to get through her small tunnel, it also needs to also try to force her left hip up and out of the way. That way it could open up her tunnel and exit a bit more if it wants to fit through the narrow space. Feeling her left leg forced up a little this time, the strength of the kaiju impresses her a little bit. But still small, she can easily outclass that attempt as she allows it to fall back down. However, a bump remains in her abdomen, the mass inside remains a bit further ahead. Enough so, that it forces her left leg to idly hover just a tiny bit. Just enough that her short thigh hairs reach out and barely poke one another.

     Rear now sideways with her bare right asscheek resting against the dirt, her tail falls down and snakes over the brown and grass. As a result, her exposed vagina gets to look at the midnight woods once more. Facing away from her, the hairs around it are a slight shade darker brown, moist and a bit damper than the rest of her. In the center is the cause, as her bare black lips glisten slightly. While the deeper body of the vagina is being stretched and moved about, this part of the mare still remains calm and still.

Feeling the almost swamp ass as her leg is lifted up, she mutters out to herself, “guess it wasn’t all a dream.” Slowly lifting her head up with curtained eyelids, she looks down her curved frame. Out of view, her damped ass looks away in the same direction in the open air. Then with another push from inside, her entire ass seems to inhale outwards before she pulls it back to how it was. Afterwards, her left leg balances a little bit higher in the air.

     Traveling through her tunnel inch by cavediving inch, she’s forced to let out a low exhale similar to that of her dream. While the MUTO tries to crawl its entire body through such a heavy, small, and dark flesh place, Mariana simply rests in the open air, only feeling anything of note in her pussy and womb. Shivering a bit in the lungs, the air around her chest and shoulders even feel a bit warmer than usual. Having just come out of sex, even if imaginary, her vagina was still wet and horny as can be. In return, she figured that probably only assisted the MUTO, treating her insides like a slick slide.

Towards her ribs, the MUTO’s back legs continue to press out against the other side of her womb, trying to dig its way through her. Being the ‘house’ of that womb- and partially vagina- that surrounds that MUTO, Mariana definitely had to use her head for a moment; as tired and groggy as it may be. “What are you doing?” She asks, looking at her round middle as another bulge presses out her belly upwards. Feeling a few more limbs she can’t see inside her sphere, this time she sharply inhales as the MUTO practically slides through her, forcing her hips apart. Feeling it open up her crotch more and more, her left leg now legitimately hovers straight out from her hip into the open air. Ya, she definitely got a good push with that one , Mariana thinks, almost panting.

     Like holding a football inside her body, she can feel the head- or whatever it is- now only barely inside her wrapped around crotch. Still pressing out just inside the bottom of her body, for once she no longer feels like she fully grips the MUTO 100% inside her depth. Tired and with instincts of her fading dream, her hips instinctively buck her crotch forward. Slowly swaying, her hips thrust forward a few big inches as she tries to ride what pokes inside and beyond her legs. Like an interestingly ribbed, soft yet firm newfound dildo, the sensation in her vagina feels just so very nice. Like grass in a calm breeze, her lowest brown and wet hairs rhythm forward calmly. In between, her back lips remain closed and still in the open air, but like a mouth full with food, something lurks just inside those closed doors.

Mariana knows she shouldn’t enjoy it, but she can’t help it. So horny over these past months, woken up from such a dream, the compacted head just feels far too good. Biting her teeth and closing her eyes, she dips her snout downwards. Inside her delicate region, it’s all just pleasure filled instincts.

     No wait, she stifles the next small sway of a thrust. With her vagina sandwiched between her extending legs, her lips may still be closed, but she fears not for long. Still tired, she begins to wake up enough to actually process some thoughts. It’s only been what? Maybe 5 or 6 months? Realization strikes, that’s too early!! The MUTO’s body readjusts in her womb, preparing to push himself through the narrow fleshy tunnel once more. It could die! Worry cracks her groggy eyes open some more.

Mind catching up, her body is still as open as can be inside her lowest end. “No, wait,” she mumbles, still looking at her shadowed body in the dark night. It’s only the moon that colors her brown fur now. “You must have finished your egg,” she realizes, not realizing that what she’s inferring to is only ‘half’ correct for why the MUTO is trying to get out. “And you must be hungry,” again, that statement is only half correct. Unfortunately, they both equal a wrong answer to the mare. “I’ll get you some food tomorrow, but you ca-ughAhhh,” her chest tightens, as the MUTO inside jams its head forward again. Squishing its head side to side from the all encompassing pressure (like a fleshy circle), the grey snout breaks through the black lips. Stopping centimeters out, the flat nose breathes in the open air.

Not exactly ‘fresh’ air by most standards, being literally right against the middle backside of a sex crazed horse that is, it is still much cleaner than whatever manages to swell back where it came from. Entire body covered and buried within a sea of horse hairs and innards, the tiniest part of it finally manages to escape. Tiniest being no exaggeration, as the wrapped in wet pink grey nostrils and muzzle tip are literally about the only part of the MUTO’s entire body not clasped around or suffocated deeper inside the mare’s warm body.

As motionless as always now, Mariana’s lower lips of course were forced to part with a wet * slurk * as they hug around the end of the animal’s face. Beyond, an ocean of night time covered dark brown hairs stand out from the natural curves of the horse's naked rear. Resting on its side with its tail out of the way, this is as ‘natural’ as they come.

The right cheek of the MUTO Queen’s face, which still remains buried in the vaginal walls, presses against and faces the lower divot and curve of the mare’s crotch. Dipping into the horse’s middle, the lowest front of her crotch quickly valleys into her underbelly. Between the front hips and entirety of said underbelly, the rest of the MUTO remains hidden, buried somewhere deeper inside.

Equally as much horse as the rest of it, on the other left cheek side of the MUTO’s face, is the only part of the kaiju’s outer surroundings that isn’t covered in hair (besides the vagina lips, nose, hooves, and eyes). Exposed with the tail out of the way, the round exit of another part of the mare’s innards remains exposed; as still and calm as ever. A good few inches away, off to the side of the grey snout, is the resting round asshole of the big horse. With an inner gurgle of her intestines, and a very small whisper that uniquely and uncontrollably leaks out of it, every party involved would subconsciously agree it’s best to keep attention away from that donut.

With the latest push, Mariana not only feels her left leg get lifted even higher (almost as if she were doing some yoga position), but she also feels it begin to rotate. Turning off to the left and away from her other thigh, the motion does a good job of exposing her lower front crotch even more, opening her up in the process. Forcing her body into a position that makes it easier for the MUTO Queen to get out, she re-realizes that she can’t allow this. Not expecting this early turn of events, she’s finally awake enough to start to commit, I can’t let it out yet.

The grey snout tries to open its mouth, and breath in bits of fresh air easier. Not caring how much the tight and heavy tunnel resists as it wraps around her muzzle. Sure, this position may have opened up the mare’s legs, but the MUTO still had to work its way through the small passageway, buried between some hundred pound horse rear cheeks and innards. Yeah the tunnel could stretch a bit, but it was mostly meant to wrap calmly around a horse dick, the body of a mare's foal was supposed to be her vagina’s upper limits.

Wiggling like a fish, it almost tries to swim forward. Again with immense pressure inside Mariana’s passage, that new technique doesn’t really work at all. However, it does have an unintended consequence.

Feeling the opening in her crotch wiggle and shift with a mind of its own is actual heaven to the mare. Exhaling a HEAVY breath, she can’t help but instantly feel her loins tenderize like beaten meat. Body telling her she wants nothing more than that, her mind remains strong with conviction. I said I’d take care of her child, the phrase is weak, but just powerful enough to get through. I intend… to keep that promise.

As the MUTO slides out another centimeter, and as her pussy lips get pressed towards the heavy flesh between them and even her asshole, she gives herself one more second before taking action. Not too sure what else to do, she does the only thing that makes sense: She lowers her leg.

Irritatingly trying to take away her open pleasure, her flat teeth grind one another as she does what’s right. Like using a car lift, her straight left leg cranks down lower and closer to the ground. Slowly, the pressure inside her open tunnel grows, pushing out the inside of her hips in ways she’s never experienced before. Suffocatingly tight, the MUTO’s snout is forced to stop wiggling like a tied up cowboy. As if she jammed something up there when she shouldn’t, suddenly her hip sways forward again, this time with mild discomfort. Unable to close her leg anymore, it still hovers around the height of her naked left asscheek.

In return, the Queen tries to protest inside. Muzzle and the rest of its head and neck remaining relatively still, it’s the mare’s womb that shifts, poking her slightly dirty belly hairs out. Bumping up and forward a few inches, it’s uncomfortable, but luckily this MUTO Queen was still quite a ways in age from being an actual ‘Queen’.

Able to muffle the protests with her lower body, Marina’s head doesn’t so much as shift. Sure the MUTO inside was large and getting upset, large enough to stretch her tunnel around as much as the last MUTO Queen did at that, but Mariana was still a big Mare. Able to handle the rambunctious predator inside, she follows this up by sucking in and tightening her abdomen. Working, any wiggle of the MUTO’s head, neck and snout is not just restricted, but clenched completely. Held inside as if it was nothing more than a strange rock she had lodged in her wet place, as the snout goes completely still.

Going from a snug grip to a lock, her pussy calmly shrinks and tightens until they wrap around the grey nose close and completely, like a too tight glove. Seeming to go from a video into a picture, her black lips close tightly around the end of the MUTO like a snail turned predator, clasping the kaiju far better than any straight jacket could. And just like that, she holds the protester still, as if the wet part of her body had vacuum sealed the animal.

Taking in breaths, the mare calmly breathes in… and out, careful to not loosen her hold. So tightly gripped, the MUTO doesn’t even feel compelled to move the rest of its body in her womb anymore. Glad to have her body acting as a natural muzzle, Mariana tries to clearly establish the advantage she carries by surrounding the MUTO’s entire body inside. Heavily wrapping around just about every inch of it, having the predator in her own body is far greater than any ‘high ground’ any jedi could achieve. Hips continuously feeling compelled to separate, she continues to resist and take a moment, allowing her unmoving open hole to face the dark forest beyond for a few seconds.

A slick almost slimy round mouth pokes out from the middle, a sixth the size of the giant horse ass which surrounds it. Ears trapped inside, all the MUTO can hear are the continuous gurgles and inner workings of the animal it remains trapped inside (whatever it is). Veins pump blood, an intestine squeezes some once hay, an odd gurgle of fat or something moves somewhere else, and the neverending heavy shifting right against its ears are always heard. Wet soggy flesh pressing in, it doesn’t hear the distant crickets, or even a singular owl that ‘ whooos’ in the distance. No, all it does is breath through its unmoving nostrils, smelling the grass, and layer of mucus lining which coats her body. Trapped like a fish in a straightjacket, it does the one thing it can do; resist.

Resting on her side once again, Mariana feels good having a hand on the situation again. Good vagina, she internally jokes, proud to have a good vagina ‘on the situation’, to be more accurate. Leg still awkwardly poked up, she feels nice and tight between her crotch. Sure she still wants to grind and hump the mass within, but she also feels herself getting control over her sex in the process. Starting to think about what’s next, that step is practically answered for her as suddenly, a wave travels through her hips.

“ OHH Shit ,” she tiredly almost squeals out, as a wave wiggles even manages to wiggle along her ass. As if she was the earth within an earthquake, her entire lower half seems to have to handle the aggressive action within her crotch. Trying to jam its tightly gripped head side to side, the MUTO clearly isn’t the happiest about its predicament. Smacking into her deeper cage with its other limbs, things remain much tighter in her hot tunnel.

Still gripped as tight as can be- if anything a bit tighter as Mariana’s body instinctively clenches- there is absolutely no wiggle room for the creature's head and upper neck. But it still tries anyway. Even if it's a failed endeavor, because if the suction wasn’t enough, the massive almost hard muscular jello of her asscheeks, weighing from above and below the grey head, is just extra. With pounds on pounds of muscle, fat, and everything else within a horse's ass, they definitely aid Mariana’s vaginal walls in subduing the beast within. Even at this age, if that Stallion from her dreams was still around, she’d feel worried about it if she didn’t have this particular ‘grip’ on things. So heavy and pressing in on the MUTO with her body, it practically squishes the not fully grown yet still hard head. Angry the queen's desperate attempts don’t get her anywhere, the MUTO lets out a deep rumbling GROWWWL as it struggles in vain.

Sounding higher pitched than the last MUTO Queen Mariana had the pleasure of meeting, it still did sound strong and even more intimidating than a wolf. Enough so, she feels like she hears it more with her inner ears than outer. So much so, that if a predator were to sneak up on the mare now, she’s sure it would definitely think twice about attacking. Yet as intimidating as it is to even Mariana, it of course is a rumbling within her most delicate region.

Rumbling within her lower walls, it vibrates through her entire lower body. In such a way that she begins to feel everything. Tickling every nook and cranny of her insides, it’s like she suddenly feels an entire map of her pussy juice filled hole and womb. Having just gotten her senses under control, the rumbling vibration is suddenly far too much. Quickly throwing her nose into her dirt, her hips are forced to buckle as she loses control. Before she can even think about possibly stopping herself, she feels her orgasm suddenly coming.

Taken back, she didn't expect this. Let alone, the effect this growl would have. Sure the big girl definitely wanted to finish inside her dream, but this is different, this is real. Not only that, she was finally getting a grip on things. Starting to put her hoof down, she thought she was getting things back on track. But this fighting MUTO, just had to unintentionally pleasure her in such an overwhelming way. While her privates were beginning to cool down a bit, they never stopped being ‘ready’. After all these months of temptation, and what felt like hours of recent pleasure, this wasn’t fair. This was just too much. Feeling her entire vagina, stuffed and compacted vibrating and rumbling through the entirety of her sex, she didn’t even stand a chance.

Like a rocket from underground, the change seems to come from nowhere. But just as quickly as it comes, is just as quickly as she realizes that she can’t stop it. Thrusting her hips forward like earlier, she only perks her ass back, repeating the motion this time. The sound of dirt grates below as her naked and thick right cheek slides over the tiny rocks. “ Oh noo ,” she moans out, not actually feeling negative as her moist nose starts breathing heavy steam into the dirt inches below.

Still resting on her side, it's an awkward position, but that doesn’t matter to the tailed animal in the slightest. Feeling the cum rising through somewhere around her inner bowels, she continues to assault the air as the MUTO fights and rumbles against its smothering wet world. As things shift back and forth, growing faster, the MUTO only grows more mad within its swinging confines. Little did it know that while angry, borderline furious now, fighting against its oppressor with all its might, it was merely unintentionally the perfect form of pleasure for the mare’s fire ridden pussy. And the more it ‘threatened’ the mare by growling and wiggling, simply put, the better it was making the mare’s impending orgasm.

Not exactly wanting this ‘unknown to the MUTO’ result either, Mariana was as much a victim to her own body. Even if she wasn’t the one completely trapped inside it, it’s not like she chose this. Cumming over the MUTO’s body was the last choice she’d make. But damn if it didn’t feel so damn good in there, mare eyes close as her hips shake faster. Wanting to close because of how sensitive she quickly grew, she finds the added pressure only adds exponentially to how good the crushed MUTO feels within her body.

“ Ohh yeahhh ,” she whispers as her brain whispers, ohh nooo. Like hearing a distant call fade away, her denial disappears, as she only focuses on one thing: How desperate she is to use the MUTO as a mere toy within her messy and hairy crotch. A small part in the back of her mind does remain somewhat present, as it keeps her from cruelly trying to crush the animal’s skull- even if she even could- but that doesn’t stop her from trying to lock her legs back together anyway.

Her snout whips back as her closed eyes look at the stars. “ OOh yeahh ,” her voice has never sounded so high as her long mane falls down towards the dirt below. As the pleasure swells up, reaching its bursting point, so does the pressure as her legs only tighten together through her rocking hips.

Not appreciating the only growing heavy force within the mare’s crotch/thighs at all, as the massive pressure only crushes above and below the MUTO, the small kaiju tries to flare its teeth. Growling like a rabid chihuahua now, it’s only bareeely able to wrinkle its skin, as the tight tube keeps its muzzle locked air tight. Pressure growing too much for it to resist, suddenly the parts around the narrower end of its mouth tightens. Wetly sucking into the MUTO’s face, too strong for most animal’s to handle, the MUTO is unwillingly squeezed a few inches back from where it came.

The angry rumbling within only numbs Mariana’s sensitive region all the more. Desperately moaning through needed breaths, the mare’s eyes remain closed as they relax. Her hips follow their lead as the middle of her ass grows wetter. Suddenly stopping her hips all together, her pink vaginal walls dilate in the open world, as for the second time in her life, she climaxes.

The horse's tail lightly rises up, lifting off to the right of the sideways lying mare as her body releases. Not moving any part of her except for her pulsing back filled hole, and her chest as the brown snout huffs into the dirt, the horse’s body remains as still as can be. It’s only her pulsing vagina, which tightens around a curved grey snout, that gives any indication to what’s happening. Visibly tightening, the outer parts of the flesh within the black lips loosens, as the center donut tightens. With that, her black lips try to come back together, before approaching the grey snout within. With a calm wave like flex, her hips rock forward, as her pussy sucks the snout deeper inside her mass. Shrinking the grey circle bit by bit, her pink and black slick sex takes over, replacing the MUTO within.

Sucking the head back inside like a vacuum, even the mare’s hairy ass doesn’t seem to shift or change in any way. It’s like it’s all her vagina’s doing. As if her vagina solely was the one pulling the almost newborn back where it ‘belongs’.

Between the dark shadows of her extended legs, the area beneath her crotch is even darker than the night around. Just the mere bottom of a big animal, her bottom is able to suck the other animal in like a swallow. Deeper and deeper the MUTO is unwillingly pulled inside the mare’s inner tunnel as the flesh narrows. Working it back and up, within a second the grey nostrils become completely replaced with the wet and moist end of her tube. Not just moist, as the second the pink flesh squeezes together completely, a small waterfall of scent cum pours out.

“ Ughhh ,” the snout begs into the air as the orgasm washes out her insides. Draining and plentiful for the size, it pours down into the dirt below. Like a tiny faucet was turned on, it flows onto a patch of dirt below, darkening it even more in the night. Quickly soaking into the ground, leaving a small messy circle where it lands, it seems to come with bursts. Pouring and narrowing, pouring and narrowing,the juice is pushed out from the mare’s pussy as she only groooanss and huffs through the great pleasure. Besides the dirt patch below, some squirts manage to trickle down, getting caught in her ass hairs. Turning her own short hairs a bit darker, she mostly absorbs those little pours of whatever juice.

While the MUTO was still angry as it could be, stuffed somewhere deeper inside, if it knew any better, it would be grateful its snout wasn’t in the way anymore. The last thing it would want is whatever nasty liquid that was pouring over its face. However, the dampening of its moist setting didn’t go unnoticed. Not like the river that was happening an inch or two beyond the end of its face, blocked by the narrowed tunnel, but things did seem to get sweatier around it. Enough for it to calm down for a moment in confusion.

Slowly extending, her back tree trunk of legs extend straight out into the air. Stretching as if it was morning, the horse huffs out another “ Neighhh ”, as she just holds on for life. Cause of which, her right thigh starts to catch a bit more of her beginning to decrease rainfall. Not wanting it to end, Mariana can only continue to bask in it while it lasts. With dark and wet lips buried, her vagina pulses, as Mariana‘s snout practically shakes into the dirt. Next door and inside her perimeter, the grey snout manages to slowly slide back even deeper within her body.

     Open and numb, her fiery crotch waves over the MUTO, sucking it back into its home where it belongs. In pure bliss, Mariana doesn’t even care about that in the slightest. If anything, she’s glad as even her thoughts flutter through a mentally grinded out goooood. All that matters is the overwhelming pleasure that for the second time of her life, hijacks any rational thought. All that mattered was how good her crotch felt, and how good the mass within her firm body made her crotch numb. It just so happened that her orgasm brought the Queen back into her, and it just so happened that it felt reaalllyyy good as well.

     If the MUTO was upset- which it was- was the least of Mariana’s concern. Using it as a large and rumbling dildo, is all that exists to her in the dark forest. Pouring out discharge, the stream of her waterfall grows narrower. Now dribbling down the sides of her leg, the dark patch in the dirt just continues to soak and spread the juices. If a worm were to detect it, it wouldn’t enjoy the typical rainfall it normally would.

Pulsating her pink innards, the grey snout slides deeper within, before pulsing back slightly, and getting sucked in further. Blowing smoke into the dirt on the other side, the inside of her pussy laps of the MUTO inside like it had a flavor. Lasting some 10-15 seconds, eventually the surprise really dwindles down. With it, her suddenly stiff tail lowers, and begins to rest once more.

Down below, the last of the gray circle remains inside her like a rock. With growing pressure in her womb again, already the MUTO’s entire neck and back head is back inside. Like a muzzle over her mouth, the grey snout remains pressed inside the pocket. The MUTO wants to remain deeper inside, and keep resisting, but it feels like it's a failed endeavor. Just keeping the last of it inside the repelling and small pocket is all it can do in protest.

Unsure which part of the snout it is doesn’t matter to the mare, as soon her vagina resets with the tail. In tangent, her black lips close once more completely. They pulse ones, seeming to tighten, as deeper inside her vagina gives another tensing suck. Like sipping a straw, even her ass hairs seem to shift, before everything relaxes for good. With that, the MUTO disappears from her tunnel, completely held within the confines of her womb once more.

     Not able to see the change, Mariana certainly feels it. Deeper inside her hip bone now, she not only feels the last of the MUTO higher up within her innards, but also her womb beginning to fill out. Yet still relaxed, she remains to lose. Loose enough for the MUTO to return, trying to jam its head back inside. With a wet ‘SLshh’ that her inner ears pick up, still far too relaxed to stop it, the snout of the MUTO is successful. Once more, pressure fills up between her hips. Not one to accept defeat after having been defeated, clearly the MUTO found a bit more room to protest. Basking in post nut bliss, Mariana feels guilt for what she did, yet she allows herself to feel a bit guiltier.

     With the MUTO’s trying to dig inside her vagina’s tube, Mariana senses she almost has it back where it belongs, but not quite . Cranking her leg back down, her abdomen waves smaller as she’s sure to suck in. Waving the lowest part of her belly, just above her crotch without the help of any hands, the action would look strange to a passerbyer, yet Mariana knows what she’s doing. In particular, how she squeezes and waves the MUTO back into its home. Shifting her hips and belly, her leg lowers back down into her other once more.

Sure she feels sticky and honestly a bit gross around her groin, but what did it matter. She’d take a dip in some water or something tomorrow. For now, Mariana just had to do Mariana’s duty. Thigh hairs poking one another once again, like water by a cliff, she feels the dive. With a wet * Slurk * that actually tickles a bit differently, she takes the MUTO fully back into her womb once again. Causing a strange part of her insides to feel dense once more, her vagina closes and seals itself off, once more. This time, for good.

Still laying down on her heavy side, she rests similar to how the mare was 5 minutes ago. Only difference being how the big brown chest heavily inflates and deflates through each worn breath. Well that and the dried up moisture around her bare ass and soaked into the dirt. Even now, a wet dribble or two seems to leak from her pussy, getting soaked up in the pool of her bare darker ass fur.

Weakly yet with upset protest, the part of her belly that looks up to the stars bumps up. Forming a small skin stretched mountain on her body, it quickly disappears, before moving elsewhere. Growing quicker and with more limbs involved, the MUTO throws a tantrum within. Like some indigestion, Mariana simply deals with the commotion inside. Many bumps are even visible, but most she feels them press into her back, kidneys, and intestines all the same. It’s not pleasant, but what can she do?

Not only would the limps protesting stand out, but every shift and turn of its body was felt alongside her inner walls as well. By now, the MUTO was large enough to give her enough swell that would look typical on a fully pregnant mare. Maybe even a hair bit more. Enough so, that as her big heavy belly sits on the dirt, it visibly actually wobbles as its inner occupant wiggles left and right.

“Will you cut it out,” she quietly huffs out of her long nostrils. Still protesting within her body, she didn’t even try to speak loud enough to be heard. Truth is, she was still very tired. If anything, the complete almost lack of feel numbness inside her rear left her even more drained; in more ways than one. Fortunately the commotion inside wasn’t too much of a problem. Sure, a particular kick would cause her next big breath to flutter with a wince, but besides bruising her insides up a little, she knew she’d be fine. She was a big horse after all.

“There th- ooof -there,” slowly her long neck lowers itself back into the dirt as she speaks to her belly. This time, her snout turns over her crossed front legs, she arcs her head back to look at her own naked body. Visually its round form wiggles, bumps and reflexively tightens similar to that of a very pregnant foal. The only exception vs a ‘normal’ pregnancy is how her gut seems to bump every direction at once. Almost forming a hexagon at points. An interesting sight for most, she’s forced to bear every visual all the same.

I wish it belonged to another animal, she thinks, noticing how foreign it looks, even if it’s her own body. That would be much easier to look at then. Yet deep down she doesn’t feel that way. In a way she actually enjoys her duty. Well… even besides how much she just really ‘enjoyed it’.

Suffocating it all with her heavy body, slowly her breathing calms down. Growing used to it as the fight grows weaker, even jabs towards her lungs don’t flutter her breath as much. Her air intake does still continue to shutter, but as the young queen tires herself out, Mariana’s insides relax, starting to wrap around it a bit softer by the second.

“I’ll get you some food in the morning,” she mumbles, lowering her black eyelashes. That should solve her problem, Mariana assumes. So tired after being woken up from her dreams, and with an orgasm's worth of energy taken out of her, her womb hasn’t even stopped trying to escape her body yet, as she can’t help but ignore it.

Sliding across, and now weakly pressing against the dark fleshy wall, the MUTO remains caged inside its tight fleshy prison. Unable to do anything, it still tries to press against the flesh in any way it can with every limb it can. Weak after that whole crushing ordeal, not only is it not yet fully grown, but even now in its infant stage it’s still weaker than usual. Still upset yet growing tired itself it continues to weakly growl, as stubborn as can be.

Yet through its angry outburst, Mariana is able to handle it like a seasoned pro. Eventually, she doesn’t even know if the Queen is still moving about when sleep quickly takes a hold of her.

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