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And now we have our next installment in the Mariana sage. After quite the eventful dream/night, the day had to eventually come around. Tired and groggy, more sleep is still the least of the mare's concerns. After 6 months in of holding the growing MUTO inside her womb, that can mean one thing and one thing only... the MUTO Queen inside needs to eat! Well technically it should mean something else, but not according to Mariana.

Not wanting to starve the young kaiju inside, Mariana sets off to find meat for the young carnivore she buries inside. Being a herbivore her entire life, for Mariana, this was one of the main hurdle's she's been dreading. Hard to actually find anything, she doesn't know if she can actually go through with killing another animal. And then on top of those two points, she can't help but wonder how she'll actually get the 'food' to the kaiju!", "writing": "\n\n \n\nMariana’s Duty\n\nChapter 3: Food Duty\n\n“ Chirp Chirp chirp, chirrrrr-chirp chirp chirp ,” two stiff short haired brown ears point up in the cool open air. Like small brown satellites, they shift and turn, detecting the air for noises. Turning left, flicks to the right quickly like a hummingbird. Following the lead, the much larger, solid bone, also covered in short hairs, head of a horse carry both ears in the same direction.\n\nPicking up on the tweets coming from a branch above, Mariana is unable to turn off nature's far to early morning alarm. The early bird gets to be annoying, the mare groggily protests mentally, wet closed eyes squinting harder as her mane moves in a breeze. Shifting with the rest of the horse's head, Mariana’s snout slidess inches over the rocky dirt and grass below. The small rocks would scratch most animals, but they’re not a bother for the massive horse snout.\n\n “ Mmmmm ,” this time she groans out loud, eyes still as heavy as ankle weights. Having apparently rolled over again in her sleep, she didn’t even realize how craned her neck was as she rests with her back over the dirt. Snout rolled off to the side, her neck twists in such a way that her mane faces upwards. Contorted in such a way that most animals would find her relaxing state quite uncomfortable.\n\nAimed upwards to the morning sky, her big brown underbelly basks in the slanted sun rays. Widen like a very stiff jello, the weight of a full ready to be birthed young MUTO is carried within her internals. Weighing her insides down, the internal pressure also adds to some slight morning discomfort. Kids, she thinks as she goes to shift her gut into a more comfortable position, yet she gives up before even trying.\n\nFortunately her back is wide enough to mostly contain her swollen belly. Said belly flattens only slightly due to gravity at the highest point, making a table top wide enough only for squirrels. That would be if they didn’t mind eating nuts on the straggly hairy gut of the large herbivore. A table that would leave their nuts smelling a little musky. Sure Mariana was a clean mare, but she still was a wild one after all.\n\nAfter the small flat surface of her guts holding skin- which manages to just barely appear visible between the less dense brown hairs- her body begins to dome downwards in all directions: Rounding wide and firm over her sides, towards the bottom of her chest, and down between her separated thighs. All of which completely block any site of the fetal MUTO Queen that curls up and lives inside.\n\nHer head turns, still resting sideways along the dirt. So intrusive her larger than usual underbelly is, that her lower legs are forced to widen her hips open if she wants to rest comfortably. Sure she could handle the MUTO Queen, but managing an entire kaiju inside your body definitely was a two way street that left some ‘impacts’ on her frame and demeanor.\n\nAnother impact is found in her upper legs as well. Holding them up and lowering them downwards, they now need to bend just a little bit less than before for her hooves to rest on that table that is her belly fur. Eyes still closed, her belly hairs tickle her hooves, just as much as her hooves scratch her big belly. Scratching a little bit more, the base of one hooves slides over. Not enough to wiggle her lower gut, but enough to be felt.\n\n Further south, well dry now after the eventful night she had before, her black lower womanhood continues to bask in the open air. Visible to the trees, birches, even birds, her tail provides absolutely no cover as it lies along the dirt. Black and hairy, it snakes off to the side. Upside down along with the rest of her, her lower pucker rests below the closed vertical slit above, looking into the open world as well. Exception being that its view is a bit closer to the dirt and grass below.\n\nAround each closed hole- especially the slit above)- little bunches of her brown ass hairs stick together mangled and messy as if they were glued in strange pathways. Stiff and crusty, they’re the unkempt evidence of the night she had. Yet as strange as it is, in the end things remain the same, as the MUTO still remains held deeper beyond those messy hairs. Chest rising and falling calmly, her womb and lower hole remain even more calm and still. With things much calmer now, they calmly contained the MUTO deeper inside that was much more active about… 5 hours ago.\n\n Checking to see if all that activity from last night was a dream- with eyes still closed- she lifts and lightly kicks her right leg. Tensing her glutes, the skin beneath her hairs slightly shift. With it, her thighs rise until they skim along the lowest bulge of her belly. That is, before stretching out back down towards the dirt. Even though the horse is very heavy, the kick is enough to lightly wiggle her almost wiggly underbelly, but not much else. However, that nor the dirt scratching along the backside of her right ass cheek are not where her attention is focused.\n\nFocused further south and in the space in the middle, her suspicions are confirmed as sure enough she feels it. The lowest bottom curve of her ass cheek, right around her ass-crack area does feel a bit dry and sticky to the mare. Stiff hairs just barely noticeable out of the mare’s view, the tickles tell her what the birds could already see. Guess it really wasn’t a dream, she notes, blowing air out of her nostrils on the opposite end.\n\nHaving her answer, her leg rests all the way back onto the bent grass below, as her belly stills once more. Of course the sticky hairs around her ass remain dirty and open, but she’d clean that up later. “ I think I still remember where the river is,” she assumes into the grass. Still gripped and sealed away inside, she just hopes her insides do a good job of keeping things clean enough inside for the MUTO.\n\n The birds continue to chirp above her head, still nagging her from her blissful sleep. Okkkk, I guess, she tiredly moans, wincing her face in tired agony, guess it’s time to get this day started. Against her wishes, she starts to wobble her big round body side to side a few times.\n\nRear *scraping* over the dirt beneath the delicate grass like a weird ass tail wag, and with her back shoulders doing the same, rolling over definitely isn’t quite as easy as it used to be. Like a turtle on its back, sure she doesn’t look huge by any means, but she definitely feels a very noticeable amount of weight between her organs.\n\n With an extra push, her big body finally heaves past its horizontal limit. Like a big fleshy ball, the mare is just able to fall over her right side. Hairy and swollen underbelly wobbles around, facing new parts of the woods until the swollen mass rests against the dirt below. Huffing out a breath, the clearly pregnant mare takes a moment to still things. With all her legs stretched out, it’s an almost comical position as it almost like she was standing up while lying on her side.\n\n“Blow it,” she fake cusses to herself, “is this really what it’s like to be pregnant? You reeeeally -,” ready now, she continues, rolling over her noticeable center of mass. The mare rolls until her belly and chest face the dirt. “Get in the way,” she tells ‘the dirt’ as her big back starts to face the sky. Balanced on her pressing belly, she feels a lot of dirt pressing back and far around her belly button. Slowly those strong brown legs bend below her once more, curving her rear and front until she rests like the sphinx.\n\nNow quite literally resting on her belly, she looks down at her broad brown chest. Not seeing anything of note, inner judgement leaves her feeling a bit foolish. Eyes roll like small bowling balls before the snouted animal turns to look over her shoulder. Mane flicking, she’s definitely a bit more ‘noticeable’ now.\n\n“I’m getting fat,” she says the only thing that seems to matter for a moment as her mane falls down in the air behind her. Mane flicking once more, now in the opposite direction, she goes to check and see how the other side of her round middle looks. Not surprising, her expression shows the same disapproval as her belly rounds out just as far to the left as it had the right (which reaches almost half a foot beyond her unpregnant levels).\n\nIs it too late to go back? She jokes mentally, knowing fully damn well that if she really meant it, that answer would be an obvious no. In her horse brain- even though she should actually be done with the MUTO inside already- she still had another 8 months to go. “I’m not even halfway and I already look big,” she complains. She sways, watching her body as it rocks side to side. It almost feels uncomfortable with how much her large filled middle touches the dirt below.\n\n“ Hur-, ” tightening her leg muscles so that the skin seems to narrow underneath her rug like hairs, she struggles just a tad bit more than she would have expected once again as she lifts herself up a few inches. Hip to shoulders rise and with it, her belly circles out just a bit more. Up a few hairs now, only the very center of her belly reaches down against the dirt and grass below. Letting go, she lowers herself down once more. Relaxing her muscles, the pressure around her lower guts grows again as her round middle widens again. The heavier inner density is enough to make her want to lift her normal sized ribs up towards her throat.\n\n“ Ha ,” she gives out a calm chuckle, “I really do look like,” * gurrgleee * “a-,” the horse’s belly rumbles quietly. Making room for the MUTO, other parts of her intestines and innards are forced to move and be affected by her pregnancy. Quickly rising, a little bubble flows up her long throat, ending in a short little, “ burp .” Mixing into the open air in front of the mare’s face, it carries a noticeable morning breath along with it. Not strange in anyway, she gets back to finishing her thought, “-like a pregnant sphinx.”\n\nThe lowest third of her body, yet almost half of her weight, continues to rest against the dirt. Facing back is her naked ass, now covered by a long resting tail. Remaining large and still as ever, her cheeks are like two stiff big guards, watching the woods behind. In the middle, her tail flicks off to her left for a moment, before falling back, resting into her crevice once more.\n\n “Ok,” she mutters to herself, trying to recall what last night meant. “ Let me think, let me think . You were trying to get out my rear back through me if I remember right,” her snout turns, but she only sees her view of her own back and top of her round ass. “It’s probably been fiveeee , or I guess 6 months now. If I remember right,” a gurgle in her intestines tickles her lower digestive tract near the MUTO, “that probably means you finished your egg. You were hungry!” She recalls, looking out into the foliage beyond, “I need to get you some food.” She knows what that means, “... some meat.” Her snout looks outwards still, but her words dip.\n\n “That’s going to be a bit of a problem,” she mutters to the small grass below. A herbivore her entire life, all she ever knew was plants. In fact, the only ‘meat’ she’s ever known was well… herself. That is, making sure to keep herself off the menu of wolves and other dangerous predators. “ How am I going to do this?” Worried eyes glancing around the open forest with both hope and fear of actually finding a smaller animal.\n\nA moment passes before her eyes tighten and flat teeth snarl, “ Ahhh - I don’t know the first thing about tracking. Let alone actually killing!” The hairs on her neck practically flare from the stress. Falling down, her long neck flattens into the dirt, kicking up a cloud of light brown, “What was that crazy MUTO thinking getting me of all animals pregnant? I’m not cut out for this.” She mutters the last word like she was telling the grass a secret. It was definitely going to suck, but she knew she’d have to find some way to do what she had to do.\n\nA light brush within her womb’s wall catches her focus. Soft like a bristled brush, there’s usually far too many of those little (and big) tickles throughout the day to focus on any one in particular. But with the heavy mare calm and unmoving, this one’s enough to catch her attention. Shifting focus from the calm woods, the mare glances back at her round body once more. Inside, a slight stirring begins, as another movement inside her grasps rubs her innards. Sliding along her womb’s wall, clearly the MUTO Queen inside has woken up as well. “ It’s h ard to keep sleeping when your entire snug world starts to move,” she figures out loud.\n\nOne inner movement brushes the south side of her closed cavern, reflectively causing her glutes to flex for a moment. Strange out of seemingly no context, it’s almost as if they have their own instincts/memory of the MUTO’s prior escape attempt the night before. Prematurely trying to stop the MUTO’s escape, even as it only shifted itself into a more comfortable position deeper within the Mare’s rear.\n\nIn the end the mare’s action is all for naught. Completely pointless as her tunnel remains calm, closed, and dry as usual. It’s only a bump that smacks along the lower right of her belly’s perimeter next, causing it to give a tiny shimmy that gives any sign of ‘protest’.\n\n “Ya ya don’t you worry,” the mare grumbles as her head looks back out into the open world in front. “I’m going to try to find you something to eat,” Mariana finishes. With that, she bends and tightens her hairy front legs, back legs, and glutes all at once, before flattening her hard hooves flat into the dirt. Tensing a series of muscles during a heavy push off, she stands upright a few seconds later. Afterwhich, her tail reaches down, hanging loosely behind her back knees once more like a long paintbrush.\n\nLeaning on the end of her hooves, she decides to push just a bit extra to give her legs a nice morning stretch. Legs narrowing as they tighten, a groaning “ uurrrr ,” escapes her long snout. Lifting her nose in the air, and even flexing her belly as little as she can, the rest of her body begins to wake up. With the rest of her, the sides of her belly just barely unnarrows as she eventually relaxes, returning back to a horse's normal stance once more. Ready for the day again, she lifts her front left hoof, placing it further ahead into the dirt. Back legs following her lead, she begins to walk once more. In tow, her swollen hairy underbelly starts to find a small rhythm, swaying like a tightly held hammock, as the mare goes on the hunt.\n\n-\n\n An hour passes and… I still haven’t found a single thing . Eyes within brown hairs look down at the dirt in disappointment, before turning up towards the tree branches above. Birds chirp high above as the only possible food source around these parts. Yet like her dream last night, they remain far too high up for a horse like her to reach. Down on the ground there was plenty of grass for herself, but the MUTO obviously couldn’t enjoy the same vegetation the mare could. Not even sure how I’d get something as small and light as grass in there, Mariana feels her vagina resting behind her tail’s curtain.\n\nTruthfully she still wasn’t exactly sure how she’d get any actual ‘meat-food’ to the hungry child in the end. One step at a time, she’d tell herself, one step… at a time . Hungry herself, she’d periodically lower her snout and munch on quick bite after quick bite, but her satisfied belly didn’t do a single thing for the child. That other end needs a different food of course.\n\nTwo hours later, and the sun is directly above the mare’s head now. Yet still, only one of the two animals had anything to eat this day. * Grumblleee *, the MUTO’s empty stomach groans in contempt within the cramped and damp black cave. The sound would have probably echoed inside if the womb wasn’t directly touching the MUTO. Well, that and if the pounds of flesh on the other side weren’t so good at absorbing sounds. The MUTO wonders if its stomach rumbled enough to vibrate its surroundings. But curiosity is quickly pushed aside, as its own irritation grows.\n\nHaving been swaying back and forth in the darkness for the past two hours, the lack of breakfast was really getting to the young kaiju. Growing urgent, she took to struggling to turn her head, to search around and licking for any scraps of remaining bits of egg she may have missed before. Some small nibbles clung to her body, and some stuck to the fleshy inner walls, but even those scraps quickly disappeared after 15 minutes. Hardly enough to last as anything more than a miniscule snack.\n\nGrowling once again, a wet sound overwhelms the MUTOS own. Just beyond the MUTO’s world, the guts of its holder beyond emit their own constant low churning. Growing more and more mushy by the minute, almost as if to taunt the MUTO, the mare’s stomach happily digests its own meal. Not exactly sure of every inner function of the animal’s insides, the MUTO was pretty close to an expert to all of the sounds and shifts that surround its own private world.\n\nGrowing impatient, the MUTO huffs out smoke like a dragon through long crossed arms. Sure the tiny space already forced her arms to partially cross already, but now she warps them tighter around her own growing angry belly. Curling around the MUTO like a dark shaky egg, the claustrophobic dark womb blocks the MUTO off from any possible prey.\n\nContinuously rocking the MUTO’s world without much thought, things continued normal as usual for the mare as her eyes look elsewhere besides her round and hairy orb like brown belly. However her mind does continue to grow worried. Not for how she shook the MUTO’s world with each forward moving step, and not for her own filled stomach, but for the MUTO’s need to eat. “I really need to find something soon,” slight panic damps her vocal chords as her pointed ears and worried eyes continue to scan the green forest around her. Yet just like before, only birds and now a couple squirrels appear up in trees, outside of her reach.\n\nWorry grows by the second. Recently, there was only a brief stint of relaxation that did sneak into Mariana. That was, at one point earlier on- maybe 20 minutes ago- something inside her did feel strangely pleasant. Cool and nice in her filled womb, it was almost as if someone rubbed aloe on a non-existent sun burn inside her. Slowing her heavy steps, her head turned with an odd calmness in her eyes. Feeling something rubbing pleasantly, things looked as ‘normal’ as ever, yet she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in there.\n\nPleasant like a massage, the sensation of a tongue ‘tasting’ her walls soon became the only logical conclusion. Worrying her a moment, the tickling sensation was far too nice for her to dwell on any negative possibilities at the time. Whatever the MUTO was digging for, and lapping up, was enjoyable enough to cause the mare a few heavy breaths to start to blow out of the mare through slower steps. Like a big bunny nibbling on a finger, the tongue was relatively small, but it felt far too soft inside her special place. Closing her eyes and lifting her muzzle slightly, quick disappointment comes the next time the tongue parts from her inner wall.\n\nUnsure exactly what was going on, and just enjoying the sensation, she just hoped the MUTO wasn’t hungry enough to be trying to taste her! Now that’d be a far different battle than the night before. An actual fight between the two that she very much would enjoy avoiding. Unfortunately the womb wall licking didn’t last much longer, stopping only a minute or two after it started. With a short huff and flick of her long tail, Mariana continued on as normal, as if nothing had happened.\n\nBack to the present, the mare passes by another bark coated tree. Like the walls of a maze, it looks the same as the rest. Yet suddenly, her tail only sways back towards her right cheek one more time before slowing to a stop. Said tail eventually hangs straight down, as unmoving as her legs. * Shift shift *, her brown pointed ears each dart side to side. Like radar, they’re trying to focus on something.\n\nSwiveling just to the right, her snout follows their lead until the firm snout aims at her 2 o’clock. Just off to the right, the mare’s eyes scan the grass for any signs of movement. The wind deceives her a few times as the grass shifts. Bit by bit she searches for the familiar sound until suddenl- There! Resting on its rear, contrasting the green surroundings, Mariana picks up on the small bundle of white fur. Chewing away on green leaves with a quick jaw and without a care in the world, the horse spots a rabbit .\n\nNervousness is the first thing to rise within Mariana. There we go… I found one, the thoughts feel cold. Unmoving eyes continue to watch the rabbit munch from a distance. Digging down, the small white fluff takes another bite without a single care in the whole wide world. Glancing at the horse roughly 20 feet away for a second, the small animal is just glad there are no predators around. Now that would be scary! So what if the horse continues to glare towards the small mammal as if nothing else existed in the world.\n\nI need to shove that animal up my vagina, rethinking the task at hand doesn’t help it sound anymore sane. Gonna be roughhhh… ok, you can do this Mariana! With a light stomp into the dirt, the mare’s head nods in place. Yet more rigid, her eyes never stop staring at the little animal. Thoughts race as the girl coaches herself some more.\n\nThinking through the motions, her long front right leg goes to take a step, before stopping and hovering across the grass below. Just gonna give it a kick, and then it’ll be all over. Like someone with arachnophobia trying to kill a spider. Reaching forward, her hoof spreads and crushes the grass below. Predators do it all the time! I just need to act like one. Remember… gravity never stops tugging her big underbelly down. Her body is constantly winning the battle against gravity and mass as she remains on all four legs. Her thoughts continue, it’s either the rabbit or the MUTO.\n\nPicking up another mouthful in the opposite direction now, the rabbit likely senses her, but still sees her as nothing more than another horse. Horses only eat grass and hay, nothing that should concern the little critter. The size of the horse isn’t even a factor to the different species. What’s a fatter than usual horses gonna do to the little whiskered animal, after all?\n\nHunching down and faced towards the dirt, the rabbit sits on its rear once more with a new bite in its small maw. Chomping away as fast as a roadrunner, its surroundings grow darker as a shadow starts to cover the little animal’s surroundings. Assuming it to be a mere cloud, the silhouette has an odd shape to it. More vertical than horizontal, it appears widest around the rabbit’s own body, before curving round and narrowing upwards. It’s only above the round top of the shadow, do two triangle-like black tips signify the end of the sun’s blockage. Finally noticing something looks different than your typical cloud, the white furred head turns around fully, as its face aims up.\n\nTilting its head in chewing curiosity, it’s hard to tell if any thoughts really go through the smaller animal’s head. Food, fuck, and run are usually the only thoughts this species tends to have. Munching and swallowing bite after bite, it’s almost fascinated by the towering animal above. Expression not changing in any way. Not really one to recognize the emotions of a horse, the look of shaken worry looks the same as any other expression Mariana could show.\n\nYet before it can linger on the sight any longer, the face of the horse begins to disappear as the massive brown animal starts to turn its back to the rabbit. Looking like it’s ready to leave, the round and massive gut faces the small animal for a second, before waving goodbye like the mare’s head had. Now, the only expression the rabbit can make out, is the turning backside of the horse as it begins to face it.\n\nOut of food with its latest swallow, the rabbit bends down and picks up more delectable grass in its mouth. Focusing on what’s important, it only briefly glances at the relatively massive naked rear that now towers up above. With a swing of a tail that reaches right around the rip of the rabbit's tall pointed fuzzy ears, two massive legs, each almost as wide as the rabbit's own frame, bulk sturdily into the ground on both sides.\n\nAs the rabbit continues to munch away, the horse remains still, unmoving. Acting as a barely swaying statue, with only her tail slightly waving in the calm breeze, and her short brown hairs stiffly doing the same, the horse shows quite a good impersonation of how to hide from a t-rex. Remaining this way long enough to lose interest, the rabbit turns its head back all the way, dipping its upper body down to chomp on more of the green below. Figuring the- now apparent- mare would leave any second, the smaller herbivore just goes about its life munching and chewing away as it was.\n\nSeconds feel like minutes to the horse, as the big naked ass still hovers above. Similar to how a predator would hide and wait to ambush its prey, the horse’s ass remains as obvious as possible, yet just as equally deceptively dangerous. Unmoving, another slight breeze manages to slightly blow her long tail off to the side as the part buried within her ass appears to peek out, and glance at the rabbit.\n\nNervous, Mariana continues to have second, third, and endless thoughts. Come on, just do it. You need to. Her jaw clenches in worried concern. Unmoving externally, she starts to pick up on the slight tingling and shifting within her womb again. Always happening periodically, the small movements of the MUTO are more clearly felt this time as the animal stashed away and ‘protected’ inside rubs along her inner walls.\n\nI have to, she reasserts herself. If I don’t, I’ll just be trapping an innocent animal inside me without anything to eat. Leaving it to starve to death like some sort of cruel prison within my body. I can’t do that. To a Kaiju at that! Think about how much worse that would be than the fast… mercy I can quickly give this little bunny. She glances back, just barely enough to see a blur of white out the very corner of her round eye.\n\nHer ass begins to shake ever so slightly as if the earth were trembling below her. But of course, to the rabbit the ground’s as solid as ever. Shaky, Mariana knows she just needs to commit! Thinking she finally gave herself some cue, suddenly her left leg flexes as her left cheek grows firm. Tensing all her back half muscles with fear, she shakes her leg ready to deliver a fatal blow. Something quick and ruthless to just get it out of the way! Quickly it lifts up in the air, before at the last second, just as fast as the bravery came, a moment of cowardness drowns her.\n\nWait! Fear stops her dead in her tracks. The black bottom of her hoof faces the rabbit at the end of a big nervous and hairy ‘treebranch’ of a leg. Having fully committed just seconds before, she was already leaning back slightly, with her body expecting the hoof to continue its instinctual kick back. Powerful, it didn’t expect her to stop so suddenly.\n\nHovering awkwardly, Mariana starts to find herself a bit off balance. Her large rear no longer remains as prominent and still as before as her brown back half trembles more and more by the nanosecond. Oh wait, she makes to retreat her hoof back into the dirt from the spot from which it came. Yet it’s already too late. She finds the action, along with her overly shaking back end, to be too much. Beginning to goofily fall back, suddenly, the shadow around the rabbit grows bigger and wider.\n\nChewing away without a care in the world, for a brief moment the rabbit notices a change in the horse’s cloud. The grass in its little mouth stops in confusion, noticing the accelerating change as the darkness spreads out further and wider. Unsure what the deal is exactly, the grass spins within its fuzzy mouth one time before it calmly tilts its head back around.\n\nNow with only a few bites of green grass leaking from its maw, its wide eyes only make out the shifting back calves and knees of the brown animal. Knees seeming to lean away, her giant legs remain as muscular as before. Yet slowly they shift, as a rod seems to form underneath as her muscles tense in awkward desperation. Interesting, it’s not too strange to the rabbit, as they seem to only shift forward and bend a couple inches. But something light begins to brush on top of its short furred head. The tail of the horse in fact, caresses over, before sliding behind, even reaching down towards its bundled up tail. All of this only happening in the matter of a second, the rabbit isn’t even able to think what is already far too late to avoid. Noticing that movement, and sensing more above, all it can do is finally look up towards the sky, as a massive and heavy brown ‘pillow’, quickly darkens everything.\n\nFor all of a blink, the little hare is able to stare at the massive comet. As if the moon itself were crashing on earth, the massive brown ‘moon’ covered the rabbit's entire sky. Far too monstrously wide, and only inches away, all the rabbit could do was gape its jaw open in shock. A sliver of grass isn’t even able to reach its chin before the inner left cheek comes crashing down, on top of the much lighter animal. Impact instantly felt yet not heard by the rabbit, a loud and thunderous * THUD * crashes down and into the woods around.\n\nInstantly Mariana feels something solid- besides dirt- pressing up partially against the inside of her ass cheek. With a light pressure leaving her seat uncomfortable, and pushing against her dirt facing lips, it’s not hard to put two and two together. “ Shit!” Her initial thought shouts out, before a quick moment of relief washes over her. With the rabbit not moving at all under there, it appears the dead is uncharicteristically done. Like crushing a spider through a big bout of arachnophobia, as much as she hated to do it, it feels good to finally be over with it. “There’s no way a little rabbit could survive that ,” she figures, simply referring to the weight of her own heavy back half. Sure some of the fur crushed her tail between her cheeks, but that couldn’t be enough room for the smaller animal to avoid her weight and “escape” in any way shape or form. Just barely pressing against her back gate, even if it prematurely entered, that would just speed things up. After all, it would have to get slurped up through that part of me later anyways .\n\nStinging her cheeks only minimally, she sways her cheeks into the dirt, pressing down an extra 50 pounds to make sure there isn’t any movement. The short blades of grass tickle her brown ass hair, and while the dirt isn’t ‘soft’, she’s at least big enough to not mind the minimal scrapping. Sure enough, the lump within the white hairs feels limp below her exposed ass cheek. “Ok then,” she whispers, lifting her bottom half up, “step 1 is done. Now,” she turns around, “onto the next part.”\n\nFacing the site is quite the definition of ‘road kill’ if you asked anyone. Horse kill to be exact, the rabbit lies in the dirt motionless. Like a jagged white ball of fluff, it doesn’t look gross or mained in any way, but its crushed appearance is enough to remind Melinda just how ‘powerful’ she can be to most of the animal kingdom. Being a mare her whole life, afraid of wolves and the like, it’s easy to forget just how intimidating a horse can be to most of nature.\n\n“Ooo…,” her chest broadens as she takes a deep inhale, “...k. Yup, dead is done.” She gives an awkward smile, “Halfway there.” The right side muscles of her side flex, almost tighten for a second before relaxing once more. “Just gotta get this little rabbit in… there .” Unfortunately, she hadn't actually planned this far yet.\n\nHer initial thought is to sit on it again, but while she could work her hips back and forth like she uncharacteristically did with the last MUTO Queen, she couldn’t exactly slurp it up inside her like spaghetti. Vagina’s don’t exactly have that ‘throat’ muscle. Although that would make things much easier. But alas, her pussy didn’t come with that feature. However, she could tighten and flex it, “which may add some benefit.”\n\nLooking around, she’d have to go with the next option she had in mind; finding something to get it on so she could stick it up through her. So unfortunate, she mentally thinks, secretly not completely upset to have another excuse to tickle her seemingly always ready insides. Even that brush with the furred rabbit was enough to ‘tickle her nose’.\n\nWandering around the close area, she scavenges. A rock looks nice, but it’s “too spherical.” A fallen tree branch looks nice, “but too small and weak. A [green] bush wouldn’t do anything…” slowly her eyes continue to scan. Until calmly, they open just a bit extra, “ now that could work.”\n\n A few trees back, deeper in the woods, she sees it; a branch still connected to its tree, yet it hangs lower than the rest. High up for most animals, to her it looks to be just right. Not only that, but its size leaves her pretty sure she should be able to wrap around it. “Might need to stand on my toes a bit ,” she figures before remembering she could just drag it lower if need be. A bump slides along her underbelly, protruding a sliding curved line from her hairy belly. Barely glancing, she feels it press from the right side, sliding across, before stopping diagonally down her left side. “Don’t worry mamas almost got you something. Let's get you something to eat now, shall we?” Her tail flicks in the air proudly, as she bends down and picks up her fresh kill in mouth.\n\n Clomping along like an uncharacteristic ‘bad bitch’, her hips saunter a bit more than usual. Bloated, her big belly struggles to swing side to side, yet it just barely manages to reach out a couple of inches. If the MUTO starts to feel ‘carsick’, what she has for it should fix any protest.\n\nYes, Mariana should feel bad about what she did to the little rabbit, but surprisingly she starts to feel pretty good about this whole circle of life thing. Her shoulders bounce higher with her next step through a shrug. It’s not like she had a choice. Frankly, there’s nothing inherently bad to what she did. Simply put, she just did what she had to do.\n\nOn top of that, like her small feral urges, there is another power dynamic that she always secretly feels, yet grows exponential now. The fact being, that she controls, and is actually containing an entire kaiju inside her body. Just about all kaiju’s above and beyond any normal animal food chain. Trapping one within, and beating, surrounding, and containing it inside her own body… Now that’s a flex no other horse, mare, or any other animal can ever wield. Or say they’ve done at the least.\n\nBut what really allows her to think these thoughts, and saunter up to the branch is much much more simple than that. It’s the simple fact that once again, she has an excuse for what she’s going to do. Like what she did to the rabbit, what’s next is again, simply, what she’d have to do.\n\nClomping up as quiet as some 2 thousand pound mare can, Mariana stops in front of the low hanging branch. While the rest of the tree remained covered in a scale like bark from tree head to tree toe, this branch was different. Smoothed after years of deer scratching and shedding their antlers, the tan inside of the end of the branch had grown well exposed. Round like a nub, there’s only minor jagged lines throughout the bumped and relatively smooth extension. That is, before it grows and slashes back into the scaly branch that matches the rest of the tree. Roughly 2 to 3 feet of relative smoothness, it should be plenty for the feminine horse to handle.\n\nTaller than her equine cousins, deer antlers reach the branch perfectly as well. Just for Mariana, the height is for a different part of her body. “What’s say we give this one a try, shall we?” She talks out loud, directed towards the MUTO buried inside as if it were her own consciousness.\n\nPlacing the rabbit on the dirt, she raises her dense head and extends an open jaw forward. Using a bit of her long tongue, she lightly gnaws on the round end. The herbivore's flat teeth are perfect for clearing out any spurs or indentations that would be ‘uncomfortable’ in her sensitive region. Now that’s the last place I’d want to get a splinter, she thinks, rotating her head to bite with the other side of her mouth. Slowly but surely, the branch grows darker in spit, as bite marks coat the leg sized branch.\n\nAgain the deepest part within her inner ass subdues a kick, but she just ignores it. * Plop *, her wet muzzle leaves the branch, “gonna have to be a bit more patient,” she tells the ‘branch’ loudly. Sure she could take the wide and long tree like this, but that wouldn’t be too comfortable now would it? If you’re gonna do something, you gotta do it right! Giving a careful lick to moisten the wood, and make sure it was as smooth as it looked with her sensitive tongue, the wood remained slightly shifting and rigid, but over all it looked pretty solid. Plus, in the middle of the woods, beggars can’t be choosers now .\n\nLooking at how her spit lightly sparkles on the now wet wood, the ending 3 quarters of the wood appears just a slight shade darker than when she first found it. “Not bad… that’s not bad at all!” Clomping a step back, she gives a little shimmy dance that would leave her more than embarrassed if another sentient horse (like the one in her dream) saw. But with a quick glance around, she knows she can smile freely at the work that's been done. Sure most of the work had been taken care of by the tree and deer before, but she still ‘cleaned it up’ now. Another odd shift scratched the furthest back part of her underbelly, a little in front of her crotch. Holding the MUTO without hooves as usual, she allows herself to relax a bit in preparation.\n\n“Ok, and now for the food,” she looks down at the rabbit once more. Stretching her long brown neck down like a garage, it rises once more with rabbit in maw. Decently sized, the entire thing could fit inside her mouth with bulging cheeks if she so wanted. But shocking to strangers, that wasn’t the hole on her body that she was going to try to try to work the rabbit inside.\n\nUnable to impale it on the rounded end, she figures she might as well just try balancing the thing at the end. Unfortunately, the task is as tedious as she feared, as she just barely catches it from falling 3 to 4 times. Awkward with a delicate meal, it takes a good few minutes but eventually she gets it to lie over the wood the way she likes; with its hips and legs hanging off the edge, and its upper body resting along the wood. Ya that would make the whole thing a bit of a tighter fit she figures, but her back pocket should be able to handle the moldable animal. Mariana figures as long as she can get it as deep inside of her tunnel as she can, she should be able to squeeze, work, and even poke it deeper.\n\nStepping back once more, she waits a few moments to make sure the rabbit remains on. A short breeze passes and except for shifting the rabbit's fur, the meat of its body remains as still as she needed. “Whelp,” she calls out, “looks like you’ll be doing your duty soon little rabbit.” With that, she spins around like a dark cinderella, tail flowing high in the air for a moment. Tail coming to a rest once more, her brown rear faces the lighter brown wood and white of the animal. “Say goodbye to the outside world,” and with that, her tail lifts.\n\nHanging slightly off to the side, the mare exposes her closed black lips from behind her curtain. What came next would be beyond bizarre to just about all of earth’s creatures. Round and closed black lips vertically smile at the white beyond. While the black circular hole above is typically the exit for any past meals, it would remain out of the way for this meal. And while the closed black slit below it is one used for pleasure, sex, and birth, hardly for consuming and digesting an animal, it would take on a new role this time around. Strange as can be, the horse does what only makes sense to her, and walks backwards on four legs.\n\nMoving quicker than any ‘dignified’ mare would, it’s a short but quick burst of acceleration. Quick to press against and surround the rabbit and tree, things start to look something out of a horror movie. Greeting the rabbit as close as can be, her rear looks at the rabbit with great interest, only inches away. Backside not wanting just a look, quickly yet slowly presses on further, beginning to press into the white fur. The firm wood beneath the rabbit causes Mariana’s dark ass to seem to cave into itself momentarily from the friction. The pressing is short lived however, as Mariana excitedly loosens every warm muscle back there. Warm, and starting to grow a bit damp as one side of her inner lips begins to slide to the side, stretching over the white fur with a tingle of stickiness.\n\nAlready a few signals travel all the way through Mariana’s spine and up to her head. Feeling good already, things seem to be going to plan so far. With a careful step back of her back left hoof, slowly she leans back further, using the extended branch as support. Yet as the left side of her black nether lips also begin to take the rabbit in, the branch slowly becomes more akin to an anchor. Careful not to rush anything, she shifts her hips side to side, slowly taking in more of the rabbit’s white fur like a snake.\n\n“Nicee,” she hums out, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at the end of her special tunnel. Moistening the rabbit's fur, she continues to carefully sway her heavy ass, as her black lips begin to not only surround the rabbit, but the end of the smooth tree bark. While the wood doesn’t tickle her insides the same way as the rabbit, the smooth firmness is definitely well appreciated. Pressing inside her back crevice, Mariana feels her lips begin to open completely as she takes in the entire diameter of the rabbit and wood. Not as big as the MUTO Queen in the past, by maybe an inch in diameter, it definitely felt softer and smoother in her warmth.\n\nUnable to see the bottom half of the rabbit inside her, again she gives her ass a little shimmy. Intentionally she doesn’t take anymore of the branch in this time. Leaves further up the branch shake and rustle as she glances back. Sure enough, she can still only see the top mounds of her bare cheek, and the off center top of her tail as it all shifts side to side. Yet seeing the branch shake beyond, and feeling everything remain put in her pussy, tells her all she needs to know: Everything is all lined up, and ready to go! Quick to not waste a moment, she thrusts herself backwards, splitting her apart deeper within her darkness.\n\nThe rabbit slides through like butter. So smooth and easy in fact, that a lung lifting inhale, and a fluttering “U h-hh-hh ,” leaks out. Growing familiar with using this part of her body, like a young boy in puberty, it was going to take a long time before she grew accustomed to it. But with the menial experience she now has, she has no problem quickly rocking her hips back, wasting no time in letting her insides lap up the rabbit and wood within. Rubbing along her walls like a miner, the pleasure of course turns her on wildly. “ Ohh mm -yeah,” she mutters out, practically soaking the white fur now.\n\nWith the horse so large in comparison to the little animal, already only the unconscious head of the rabbit remains outside of her dark region. Like a large heavily musky sleeping bag, everything below the hare’s neck is completely taken in and blocked off from the rounded black lips. Fortunate to at least be unconscious, the mare’s heat is so strong and suffocating, it would be like inhaling a gas chamber at this close and direct range. Continuously rocking and cracking further parts of the branch, the long black tail waves back and forth in the air. Almost flicking back and forth, it lightly caresses the rabbits nearing head at times. Continuously however, it shadows the fur from the sun to an almost grey, at all times.\n\nInch by inch through each hump, the rabbit's lowest end pushes open the long doorway deeper inside. Warm as can be, the hare must feel like that of a hot summer day after basking in the sun for hours. If the rabbit was still alive at this time, and took this moment to wake up, it would find itself in quite the suffocating sleeping bag. One that would certainly push at least some of the air out of those little lungs with the wood below pinning the fuzzy animal hard against the narrow passageway.\n\nTaking the rabbit in deeper, Mariana begins to turn her back legs ever so slightly. Hooved heals facing further and further apart, she makes sure her mare ass is as open as can be. Making every little bit easier, she’s more than happy to welcome in the food delivery. And with a baby bump that wiggles and shifts her lower fur, it would appear she wasn’t the only one.\n\n“Almost there dear,” she practically purrs out, eyelashes flicking downwards. With minimal caution, her back legs step back a few inches, barely shaking the branch this time. With a wet * slurp *, the pressure inside her warm pussy rises, pushing the mass further through her hips. Outside those black lips her crusty hairs surround the wood and rabbit, not yet wet as all the moisture remains within her fleshy tunnel. And speaking of tunnel… fur just barely tickles the outside of her hungry lower lips. A puffy cotton ball, the top half of the bunny’s head rounds out the top of her opening. Just within the thicker outer black lips, it’s enough to stretch the next layer inside, causing her wet pink innards to wrap around the soaked fur like a furry gold ball. She doesn’t want to wait, all she wants to do is bury the rabbit's head inside her nasty hole. Get it to join the rest of it inside her stank, and intoxicating pleasure.\n\nAgain her deeper and larger occupant shifts. This time the weight leans in one direction, transferring more towards the back of her womb. “ Mannn ,” she exhales, “you just make me soooo,” her ass waves side to side, taking another second to lap up the wood and rabbit. She wants to use the word horny, but decided a different word would be more appropriate, “-sensitive.” And with that, her glutes tighten and stiffen, as the rabbit is sucked deeper within. Pulling the rabbit further between the mare’s hips, the fuzzy golf ball sinks, as her pink innards swallow it up, covering up the last of the rabbit’s head.\n\nEvery inch of her sensitive insides feel the rabbit slide on through her like a cramped elevator. Loving it and unable to help it, she makes sure to tighten her naked ass cheeks as much as she can, going so far as to try to squeeze them together. As the rabbit’s short travel slows down, the action does succeed in taking it deeper inside however. Not only that, but the pressure within grows, pressing it and the wood against her pleasurably itchy as can be vagina, noticeably.\n\nSure she would have the random wet dream or whatever every once in a while before all of this, but nothing at all compared to the real thing. And nothing compared to how irritatingly ‘in heat’ she’s been these last couple of months. “ Clear-,” she begins to talk, but the exertion leaves her finishing her thought in her head , -clearly ‘foals’ do more to your body than just make your belly grow. Tickling deeper past her cervix as well, the urge to feed the MUTO within causes her tunnel to continue to crave more, wanting the rabbit even deeper. Unable to slow down, she takes another step back, sliding more of the smooth tree further inside the horse.\n\nA couple moments earlier, through closed eyes the rabbit faced the base of the massive tree beyond it. Lying on top of the connected yet smoothened wooden branch, its lower body continues down the wooden feature, before quickly disappearing into the horse’s body. Surrounded on all sides, the massive brown booty quite literally appeared to be eating the hare. Like some otherworld predator, the massive cheeks surround the rabbit left and right, and even up and down. Tail just tickling the right side of the resting face, the massive ass shakes and quivers, as a wet *squelching* ominously squishes deep inside the middle.\n\nIn the center, where the rabbits body disappears too, are the mostly circular black lips which hang around the rabbits body like caring yet deadly lips. Seeming to blend into the narrowly squeezed smaller animal's body, it’s only uncommon common sense with the disappearing of more white fur that reveal just exactly what the mare is doing: Sliding further down the branch, and taking the animal deeper inside the mare’s own crotch. Swallowing the helpless animal’s body up like a snail.\n\nOne moment a brief glimpse of inner wet pink reveals itself around the rabbits neck, and the next it's gone, replaced by the squished head of the fuzzy little animal. Naturally squeezing into the rabbit, causes the white fur on its skin to turn, and spray out towards freedom. Almost as if the fur wanted to still save the rabbit, and pull it off to safety from the horse’s carnivorous depths. This isn’t how a horse should eat food, let alone another animal! One would think if they saw the sight. Yet with what would be an embarrassing, *Plopp* of the horses now very quite warm crotch, only more of the rabbit disappears inside.\n\nEyes closed, the pressure only continues to rise up as the mare takes the rabbits head in. Appearing like their time together would end soon, Mariana knew full well now that she would have no problem taking in the last of the white fur into her body. Warm open air cheeks squish into each out, squeezing the rabbits own smaller white facial cheeks together as well. It’s at this moment, where Mariana had squeezed and flexed hard, taking just about the rest of the rabbit’s body within her own superior one.\n\nA tiny bit of light manages to penetrate through the wet pink flesh over the rabbit’s face. Yet soon, darkness begins to take over, as just beyond, Mariana’s thicker black lips begin to close. Still wrapped around the wooden branch inside, the hare’s ears are forced together like a hand squeezing a pair of socks. Looking like two odd extensions and nothing more, the long small parts are the last indication there was ever a rabbit not consumed by the mare’s vagina. Well, that and a very temporary bump of pink that just barely remains hidden between a gap within the tangy black lips. Yet that wouldn’t last long either as Mariana flexes and pulses her vagina, wetly sucking the ears deeper inside like a leach swallowing a frog.\n\nContinuing to huff meters away from her other end, Mariana wants to practically crush the rabbit within her squishy crotch. Penetrated by the firm branch and animal body, she rides her anchor with vigor. Soaking numb and wet, it’s like a new cruel part of her comes out everytime, always so opposite of her typical calm and polite demeanor. Yet for the MUTO within, she holds off her inner muscles, as she slides back another inch, reflectively ‘clenching’ the head and body of the rabbit deeper inside her mare pussy.\n\nFar too good to handle, her vagina walls instantly relax as the numbness practically shakes her back right ass cheek. “ MMhooooo yessss ,” she purrs like a pregnant cat. With her tunnel almost completely occupied, only the final ends of the rabbit's ears remain out in the outside world. That is, before they each slide back once more, as Mariana slides back herself, penetrating herself deeper with the log. With her hole tightly pinning them together, dragging them inside. Slowly, the last bit of the rabbit’s main body becomes as soaked as its toes by the second.\n\nSaid pleasure hole visibly relaxes for a moment, adjusting to the rabbit within. Or rather, as crazy as it seems, adjusting to consuming the animal whole. Vaginas weren’t meant to ‘eat’ animals, and horses weren’t meant to eat rabbits, yet as crazy as it is, the rabbit’s only the second strongest/strangest animal lurking within the Mare’s big depths.\n\nSuddenly, her backdoor lips flex. Tightening the upper half of her dark nethers, the lower part seems to widen and stiffen like it were sticking out like it had an invisible tongue. In sync, just barely noticeable, her inner cheeks seem to flex as well just for a moment as they follow her inner tubes lead. This is a good way to tighten her inner tube, and help get a grip on things. Lifting her snout slightly as the pressure within grows, the added benefit of the rabbit getting sucked in a centimeter does not go lost.\n\nYet numbly ‘gripping’ the animal with her cooch, she decides now is the time to part from the tree. Yes the branch was nice, but as she began to reach the still barked tree, which now uncomfortably poked against her inner rear, she figured she had enough of its help. I can take it from here, she tells herself. Surprising even herself, she’s a little bit deeper than she thought she was.\n\nCarefully tipto-ing forward, slowly wet slicked wood seems to form out of nowhere below a curved and tensed horse tail. Like some sort of organic 3D printing machine, more bumps and shifts of the long branch slowly just keeps coming out inch by inch, to even a foot or two. Of course, while the very end of the smooth part of the branch was damp, it wasn’t nearly as colored and soaked as these warm deeper parts were. As if they experienced a heavy rainfall, the once tan wood glistens wetly darker, like that of a different tree.\n\nStill impossible to see, it’s easy to imagine something similar happening to the rabbit that remains buried inside the mare’s backside. The unbreathable aroma likely seeping into its skin at this point.\n\nTightly held, the horse’s back hole continues to grip the rabbit tightly. With pink flesh wrapped over the head, the narrow friction does a good job cupping, holding the prey down within, while unfortunately giving up the last of the tree branch. Through a light *cracking* and shaking off the branch, finally it says goodbye to Mariana’s insides, waving up and down.\n\nMissing the branch already, her innards instinctively clench as the rabbit is quickly pressed dead center of crotches’ innards. Now it wasn’t Mariana on top and wood on bottom, now it was powerfully and unilaterally Mariana squeezing into the fragile animal on all sides; from hairy lighter brown underbelly, to spine.\n\nThe clench causes her to buck her hips forward ever so slightly as she adjusts to the new situation. Mimicking what she feels, the mare’s long snout buries into her left shoulder just a bit as she exhales more moisture. Body tightening an extra second longer to make sure it did have good control again, slowly her pussy relaxes, returning to how it was a few mere moments ago.\n\nThat is, before once again, her moist hole flexes around the rabbit once again, jerking the long ears inside her tight depths in the process. You see, without the big log buried inside her, there wasn’t as much mass for her to play with. Leaving Mariana a bit unsatisfied, her teeth just poke out from beneath her flap lips, as she tries to suck out any extra pleasure she can from the little fluffball.\n\nWith the motion, the very bottom of her lower innards reveals just a shade of her wet pink insides, as if the sparkling wet flesh were looking out a window. Just barely, once again the smallest puff of the now drenched fur of the white head becomes visible once more. Quickly the door shuts, as once again, everything loosens. With that, her lips and pussy return to how they were, with the pair of ears just barely reaching out to the world within the massive and strong brown cheeks.\n\nNot amazing, but it’s still enough to enjoy for such a newly sexed beast like herself. Breathing a bit heavier, almost moaning, the process would only continue for warm Mariana. Flex and relax, flex and relax, as the rabbit's body is squeezed and loosened. It doesn’t exactly do the best job of pulling the rabbit in further each time, but the wiggling and squishing it causes within her numb crotch is quite enjoyable. It’s almost like her vagina was tasting, lapping up the rabbit inside. If said rabbit were still alive, it would actually really hope to remain unconscious at this time. Hard to think of something more demeaning and demoralizing to having your body being used like this in the entire animal kingdom.\n\nWhile the goal was to work the rabbit into her womb, deep down (in her deep down), this was simply just her playing with the animal. Rubbing her inner walls into the inner commotion as much as she could. Clearly, any guilt she had was not only replaced with a sense of duty, but with a sense of dark urge to take advantage of the situation.\n\n“ Ohhh ,” again she tightens her vagina, flexing over the rabbit. Coincidentally, it also pulls her ‘prey’ further just a little bit this time. “ Yeahhh fuckk ,” she tries to remain somewhat quiet as her back lips loosen back into their more vertical shape. Unfortunately, she could tell while this all was great, this wasn’t going to be enough to make her cum once again. But still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to suck out as much joy from this opportunity as she could. Plus, the rabbit didn’t ‘only’ need to be food for the MUTO inside. Even if she didn’t finish, none of this would go to waste. She was just enjoying the ‘side effects’ of doing her job.\n\nSnout lifted with eyes closed, the mare continues to stand in the open. Her moist snout blows in the air as her highly lifted tail twitches further up and back down for some strange reason. Felt only to her, slowly the rabbit is pulled inside the heavy depths as the back door ‘throat’ takes in the smaller animal. By now, the long white almost grey ears are practically nailed together, revealing only a last inch as they remain just outside of the rabbit’s new home. With only the last curving ends of the ears now horizontal, the pussy lips ‘triangulate’ once more as the mare enjoys flexing her pleasure hole once more. With it, the ears take a moment to relax again. Then, as the lips round out into their wide slit once more, the ears slowly slide closer towards the wet dark depths once more as well.\n\nGrowing wetter and wetter with each lap of the rabbit’s entire body, soon enough only the very tips of those ears poke outside. Occurring strangely in some strange part of the mare, the brown hairy (and partially crusty) rear transitions into the black hairless lips, before those turn into a thin row of pink wet flesh, before those finally turn into the center of the hole, where held tightly and gripped in the center, are two small white furred middle bumps.\n\nTaking a moment, the lips soon flex once more. Jerking up, the fur remains as is, tighter on the sides, with more breathing room in the widened bottom, yet this time, buried deeper inside, the round soaked head isn’t visible anymore. Now, it’s just the drenched rest of the rabbit's ears.\n\nSlowly, as those dark typically ‘welcoming’ lips return to how they were, the round fuzzy ends slide deeper inside. The black replaces the white until all too eagerly, frankly almost impatient, her ass lips reach a bit out, closing together over the fur like a gate. Bulging out just slightly, they connect against one another with a slim pool of liquid that creampies a thick drop downward. With that, the last of the white rabbit is gone, replaced with the moist dark black lips of the mare’s exposed vagina. That, and a thin slime that slowly slides down the exposed coochie.\n\nWith a tight shift, it almost seems like Mariana’s pussy is going to flex once more. Yet, with the rabbit fully inside the middle of her heavy hips, the feminine crotch tells her things are just fine as they are. With a slight bit of disappointment, the rabbit just feels too ‘right’ and sensitive where it is to give it another tug and ‘lick’. Feeling warm and filled, she simply enjoys the ‘flavor’ of the entire rabbit's body within the length of her nasty dirty tunnel. If the rabbit was still alive at this point, it would be much more fortunate to stay knocked out, rather than wake up within the dark, cramped and wet cave.\n\nSimultaneously, without needing to control things anymore, her dark ass lips begin to bulge less into the outside world within her crack. Slowly receding, the bump lessens and lessens, returning back the few half centimeters within her crevices. Eventually, the squishy sparkling black oval of the female horse’s body flattens once more within her musky. Closed and only glossed over with her juices, her entrance returns to how it was earlier.\n\nStill feeling numb pleasure, her tail starts to relax as well. No longer pointing directly up, hanging off to the side from the back of her back, the appendage begins to loosen, lowering itself more and more. Through muscle clenches, downward it relaxes, before flexing back up once more, this time just a bit lower than prior. The process repeats. Unmoving, her vagina and even butthole seem to pulse minimally as well. Repeating, soon the tail shimmies back downwards enough that the ‘broom’ starts to cover her privates.\n\nAlready, any sight of the rabbit is long gone from the outside world. Covering that same hole that swallowed it up even more, this is just for decency purposes over anything. Horse standing next to a massive tree in the middle of the woods, soon enough its tail begins to cover up Mariana’s closed gate. Almost returning to normal, a slight arc still remains, hovering outward close enough that her back warmth still reaches it.\n\nLike a fox investigating a rock, her fleshy insides touch and prod at the animal’s body held within. Now soaking wet, her pleasure has done an excellent job lubing it up like a wet sock. Lowering her snout and long neck back down to its normal height, she allows her insides to lightly clench, and swallow it deeper and deeper inside her heavy crotch. Painfully slow, it's hard to tell if any progress is really being made. However, starting to really sense something, a different creature begins to move a bit quicker.\n\nAlready buried within the furthest heavy depths of the mare, within a larger yet still small round fleshy home, the MUTO already had an idea something was going on. After all, when every waking second of your existence is nothing but the cramped womb of another animal, you start to notice all the little things that take place inside the living body. From heart beat, to words, to even a sneeze, those were heard quite well even on the complete other end of the animal she found herself inside.\n\nSo when the queen’s world began to move a bit… ‘out of the ordinary’, that was the first clue something was up. The second however, and much more clear message came soon after, as the scent began to change. Along with an unexplainable sense of change.\n\nLike hotboxing a car with weed, the change was much slower and weaker, but soon a smellable mist in scent only began to form. One that sort of reminded the MUTO of when it tried to break out of its cage the night before. Very strong, the MUTO’s attention was more focused on trying to be born at the time vs paying attention to anything like that. Barely noticeable at first, the hard grey snout flicked up and down in the darkness with each sniff, but quickly brushed it off as it miss-smelling something at first. While rare, soft small bouts of gas or something else would manage to somehow leak through at times. So faint, the MUTO just pressed its grey cheek against the warm flesh and assumed it was nothing. Yet, as time passed, the aroma only grew.\n\nEventually turning stronger than cologne on a person's chest, that certain scent grew to be unmistakable. Now really filling up the fetal position of a room, it was as if a pound of expired limes were being lightly blown into the enclosed space. Trying to not think anything of it at first, the young queen simply tossed and turned to bury its snout between its claws and the walls. But with verrrry piss poor ventilation inside the small and finite room, it’s impossible to avoid the stench within the body sized sauna at this point. While the young MUTO Queen didn’t have the best sense of smell yet, the gas was still growing far too much to be ignored. Sliding along the border that gravity pulls the crouched creature towards, she begins to turn towards the only cause that makes any sense.\n\nHard to see even at this short distance, she figures it must be coming from that slit on the other side of the womb’s wall. Used to the same body temperature as always, luckily the sweltering feeling only came in the form of a thick almost tangy like smell, and only barely a warmer increase in temperature. Curious, the MUTO pushed against the firm yet moldable flesh bag which surrounds it again, as it starts to roll around.\n\nNot as easy as months ago, its head continued to slide into the firm roof as well as its curled legs struggled for any footing in unbalancing darkness. Like a very firm slick air mattress, its footing doesn’t give too much, but it’s still definitely no rock. Fortunately the MUTO had learned to manage its limited terrain quite well. Seconds later, and it comes face to face with the closed air vent. Earlier the MUTO noticed what it had grown to assume are ‘steps’ of its captor, as its world had begun to stiffly sway once more. However now, its world remains calm and still, as it ignores the higher heartrate, and slightly heavier breaths far behind it. Instead its attention is focused on the growing smell, that’s not only a result of the MUTO’s closer proximity position.\n\nEven if close proximity would be a massive understatement. At all times the MUTO has to curl its arms into itself as of late. Whether facing up, down, left, or even further left, (with the slit being the MUTO’s only marker, left and right usually feel pretty much the same), it was always forced to be balled up quite decently within its limited boundaries. Only if it reallllyy tried could it stretch a limb out mayyybe a half a foot, but its surroundings remained far too strong and powerful. Seconds later, the MUTO was always forced to curl back into itself. To the MUTO Queen that makes sense, it’s not like she’d be stronger than the body of a full grown MUTO Queen after all, right? So, with its rear legs bent and hugging against the other side of the inner wall, whether it wants to or not, its snout is forced to practically tickle the dark pink slice in front of its nose as it investigates.\n\nIts surroundings remain firm, but that first clue from earlier continued to remind the MUTO something was up. Even as things remained held and contained in its environment, some odd movement was happening just beyond these impenetrable walls. Yet as time passed, things only continued to change more and more. That is, as the MUTO finally begins to pick up on another scent through the seemingly sealed slit.\n\n* Sniff sniff *, its nostril remains still, yet its head bobs forward and back the miniscule distance it can. What that ? The MUTO begins to wonder, as a new unique scent leaks through the closed passageway in front. Still primarily overwhelmed by the moist aroma, something almost… tangy, begins to seep through. Smell , *sniff* *sniffff*, good. Suddenly, saliva begins to wet inside its almost reptilian mouth. The scent and idea of food brings hope to its empty hunger pains. Feeling impatient, it takes a cramped *step* or rather * slide * in place, pressing its nose forward. So hungry, it doesn’t care as it presses against the closed slit, investigating further with a loooong and calm * Snifffffff *.\n\nOOH- WOw, Mariana’s mouth moves but words don’t come out as her eyes suddenly become as round as the sun. Dark brown and black tail, having just begun to lower itself down once more, suddenly limps upward a hair, flexing stiffly once more. Inaudible and unnoticeable in every perceivable way to the outside world, Mariana definitely feels something verryyy noticeable inside her body. Cool like an autumn breeze, a sudden and sharp tickling of tugged air assaults her vagina. This time actually coming from inside her womb, the air is much more direct and noticeable than any powerful breeze she’s ever experienced in the past… by far! Starting to somehow grow used to the odd and strange little brushes or pokes against the inner entrance of her vagina, this one is somehow still completely new to her. Brushing with her innards more than it actually physically presses against the darkest part of her pussy, the warm air directly assaults her inner slit.\n\nRelaxing, her moist vagina doesn’t change, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate it. Loosening her tunnel for a moment, her vagina remains still a moment longer than usual, before taking its next, as soft as a tissue, clench.\n\nNot sure if her hips pulled in the rabbit another centimeter or frankly nanometer for that matter, her tail just barely flicks beyond her bare naked ass. Hard to see between her large round mounds of cheeks, her outward slit definitely appears as normal as ever. That is, with the exception of some moisture drying within the crevice, and even curving crotch area. A nearby bird or squirrel would have to get just the right diagonal angle to see any of that view however. But would be easier to notice, is how the skin of her muscular brown back right leg shakes for a moment reflectively.\n\n“That was interesting,” her words almost sound tired, as she notes the inner tickle and leg flinch. Interesting her from pausing a moment before trying to suck the rabbit in deeper. Not exactly a sensing expert, with the head about a quarter of the way in, she could tell the lower end of the rabbit had to be maybe an inch away from its new home. Wanting to step in place, but the warmth within her loins recommending she doesn’t, it's the other inner occupant that decides to take the next action.\n\nFeeling something shift inside once again, her heavy belly is forced to bulge left and right momentarily. Pulling the bumps back into her round frame, she glances back at her own thick body with interest. Missing the sight, her belly remains as round and bloatedly smooth as usual. Everything looks the same as any fully pregnant mare would look. And things continue to look the same, even through the next action, as it's only her absolutely AGASP expression that looks out of the ordinary in any way.\n\nThis time reaching through her body and into her inner eardrums like a whisper, suddenly a snout presses against her inner slit, as a very powerful * SNIFFFFFFF* assaults the inside of her rear. Completely taken aback, her expression looks as if she suddenly teleported to the top of the empire state building… and fell off. Cranking her muscular neck and big head sideways stiffly, even the white of her teeth leak through as her own mouth winces out a short “ ssssshhhhhh-aa ,” as she seems to flinch and even buck her hips for no reason.\n\nYet inside that toned and big round big ass of the girl, there definitely was a reason. At the same level of her womanhood, yet dug deeper somewhere where her ass muscles begin to switch into her intestines and other innards, lay a smaller, grey snout held within her confines. A smaller grey snout that only knows the world within its small perimeter, as it goes to investigate something intriguing.\n\nEntire body still within the horse’s womb, the MUTO smells was must be an incoming meal with excitement. Unsure what it is, it smells absolutely delicious to the starving creature. Now, if a living rabbit were on the outside, with a sensitive ear placed against the mare’s hairy underbelly, or even firm back, only then would it just be able to make out the strange muffled sounds occurring inside. Yet out here in the open, the mare’s heavy body muffles just about everything, as her outer skin doesn’t so much as wince. Even as her insides tickle with a sensation that was never meant to be experienced.\n\nAs if a thousand pounds were suddenly hooked on Mariana’s neck, suddenly her head drops down towards the ground. Eyelids doing the same while growing cloudy, it’s only her tail on the other end that takes this opportunity to rise. Eyes weakly stare out at the grass beyond, yet she doesn’t look at the green dirt covered grass. With an almost grunting exhale, it’s almost like she suddenly became a victim of her own body; losing her senses, and losing control of herself.\n\nAnother intent sniff twists her neck even further as her legs try to separate from one another. Between and higher up, her tail stiffens further, rising as high up and far out as it can, opening the mare up in every way possible. Then, as the MUTO continues to press its nose around and against her inner slit, sniffing with rabid interest, Marian’s breath starts to shutter uncontrollable, as she moans.\n\nEyes closed completely, only her snout is able to rise as her tail and hole completely dilate. Strange as any other action of this horse, the only clue to what is happening, is the sudden small trickle of liquid that pours out from the mare’s cooch, and falls from somewhere between her dirty, fewly white fur littered buttcheeks.\n\nOpening her up like an inhaler to lungs, the sensation even took her innards by surprise. Unlike anything experienced before, it's like an electrical shock was sent through her already numb and mushy pussy. One that once again flipped that switch she had grown to enjoy, and prematurely turned on her narrow waterworks. An orgasm that she didn’t expect to feel the pleasure of today.\n\nNeck receding towards her chest, and head lifting and turning slightly with tension, her breathing continues to flutter through grunted breaths. Almost wincing, it's like it's hard work for the mare to enjoy getting her orgasm out. Even if it’s anything but hard in fact, she still concentrates on making sure she squirts out all her smelly pleasure juice, which had so quickly decided to make itself known once again.\n\nNumbing her entire pussy from end to end, everything still feels rushed, yet she still continues to grunt through her next inhale. Basking in the sensation, this time it's her mouth that gaps open in surprise as once again, noticing the odd change on the other side, her inner occupant decides to take another strong, investigating yet deep, *SNIFFFFFFFF-*.\n\n“ UUGHHhhh-mygoodddd, ” she practically begs into the air, as any surprise over what's happening, gets completely overwhelmed. Opening the floodgates, it’s enough to even splash and water around her where her tail hovers beyond. Already her vaginal tunnel felt as tender as beaten meat (as the rabbit had turned into), as her inner non acidic juices soak through and beyond the rabbit like food in a stomach after an hour. A significant amount, it’s hard to imagine that more of it simply waterfalls out of her, into the free and open air beyond.\n\nStill cocked to the side, her head lowers back down as a faint * Dribble * of water pours and trickles into the dirt in her rearview. Eyes as closed as a bat in a cave, only air is able to escape her nostrils as her long snout grooannnss and even once again “ neighsss” through the horse's closed mouth. Sparkling the inside of her outstretched tail, her pussy continues to evict the water through now flexing bursts; each one tightening and loosening her black lips as she had previously.\n\nLoving every sensation inside, her innards secondarily tug the soaked rabbit deeper inside her musky dark tunnel. When it breaches her cervix, the warmth only feels all the better. Dilated as can possibly be, what would typically hurt, only feels all the smoother as the MUTO chomps on the top of the rabbit, and slurps it inside. Sliding through her vagina like a water slide, so wet, the narrowness of her tunnel isn’t a problem in the slightest as her tunnel easily relinquishes the rabbit.\n\nAs the rabbit enters her womb completely, her wet vaginal cavity only lightly begins to close into itself once more. With her eyes starting to warm open again, the last of her small waterfall dribbles begins to drip out, as her completely numb tunnel narrows for the last time today.\n\nLeaving the mare panting heavily, her orgasm finally comes to a close. She’s out of liquid. Inside her pussy, it's like the rabbit just suddenly disappeared out of thin air from her grasps. Sure, technically in her womb, but after a few quick shifts of the sides of her belly, she’s unsure of how true that is anymore as things quickly calm down. Regardless, whether the MUTO already swallowed it or was a surprisingly slow eater didn’t matter to Mariana anymore. What mattered to her was the simple fact she was done with it: She’d done what she needed to do.\n\nInside, it turned out Mariana’s first suspicions were more than accurate. Starving and with ravenous intent, the second the MUTO Queen got her mouth on the rabbit, it was over. Like a komodo dragon downing a smaller goat, the MUTO took gulping bites with fury. Chomping over the legs, the next gulp brought its snout to the shoulders, and in no time, only the poor hare’s ears remained outside of the MUTO’s own wet cavern. In the span of seconds, its throat was already filled with delicious rabbit. So hungry, the great flavor wasn’t even much of a factor as it continued on with rigor, gulping and swallowing the rabbit as if the kaiju were desperate. And having felt such hunger prior (relative to her), she pretty much was. And just like that, it was over, and the MUTO Queen had finally eaten. Satisfied, she curled up, with a stomach full of her first prey.\n\nHorse undercarriage growing still in a few seconds, Mariana continued to catch her bearings for at least another minute. Catching her breath took a lot of breath. On the other end, her body took care of its own job, lowering her long tail slowly. Dropping with a pulse, it reached closer and closer to the dirt below, simultaneously relaxing closer to the mare’s now- frankly- smelly crack. Lifting her horse head only halfway, she takes a long and calm, * inhaaaale * once more, closing her eyes once more to collect herself. By the time her head is up all the way, and her eyes open once more, her tail has relaxed against her crevice once more covering up her privates, and at least partially containing her nether’s scent. Things were still damp, warm, and relaxed back there, but at least things were back to normal.\n\nRumbllee , the belch of the MUTO vibrates her inner wall in an odd manner. Having eaten nothing but the eggs its whole life, Mariana finds it quite interesting how the young body learns how to belch up actual meat. Having just worn all her inner muscles out to the core, of course the gas bubble reluctantly tickles her nicely. Not as nicely, yet not uncomfortable, is the way the gas decides to continue its travel, but that wouldn’t come for another minute.\n\nBig and bloated, her womb now holds both Kaiju and… well, maybe not mammal anymore. “O, k,” knowing she’s more in shape than this, the stall in letters leaves her side-eyeing herself. “Ok,” she says it's normal this time, “ that’s better.” She glances back, “looks like you got your delivery and ate it no problem.” She smiles, swiping her tail off to the side a moment. A few small speckles of cum juice mist in the air before disappearing. “Hope you, enjoyed your meal… You should be all taken care of for now.” A soft hunger tickles her own stomach. Sure she’s been eating already, but having just worked up an appetite, her own stomach seems to get a bit jealous of her womb's occupant.\n\n“ Now… time.. to-,” she stops as that tickling in her middle shifts around. Thinking it was stomach, rubbing against a wall so close, it slides back beyond her stomach's limits. Assuming she was set to pass her own gas, surprisingly the sensation rubs along her insides lower. Head flicking in confusion, the ‘gas’ seems to be in her womb. Sliding on through, she feels a natural movement, with an unnatural part of her body as suddenly, her body works out the same gas the MUTO burped up.\n\nWith a lower then she’s used to clench, the brown hairs on her side just barely wiggle, as a little bubble travels within hundreds of pounds of horse. Sliding through the mare from where the rabbit came, her vagina does a quite good impression of its upstairs neighbor. With a wet, almost slap like ‘toot’, the bubble of gas “* plops* ” out from within the middle of her backside. Embarrassingly audible, her tail does a poor job muffling the queef.\n\nShe shakes her head and winces her eyes. Glad no one was around to hear that, that would have been more than quite embarrassing! Life as the only talking horse in existence is a quite lonely one, any hopeful friends or even strangers noticing that would literally cause the hair’s to burn off her face.\n\nAnd after being in such a good mood from her- almost situationally hypocritical- joy, her mane felt like it was practically sunlight. Not only that, she was just starting to think she looked beautiful! Well, there goes that ‘high’ she winces, rolling her eyes to the trees. “ You really do embarrassing things to my body, you know that ?” She quietly grumbles to “herself”, before walking forward. “Come on, let's go,” she sighs, clomping forward once more.\n\nRight away another weird tickle seems to rub the muscles beyond her womb wall. One that even causes an eye to squint. But not wanting to deal with that again, she’s quick to tense her middle and subdue it this time, continuing to walk on through it anyway. Even as the odd sensation soon revealed it would not be ignored so easily, and would soon enough, only grow. But that issue wouldn’t come for at least another minute.\n\nFrom behind, the large mare walks away from the branch, with a few small white furs poking from underneath her tail, abstract to her large brown rear. Tail not yet sharing the sentiment of her embarrassment, the relieved warmth still leaves her entire ass feeling as warm and calm like she just left a masseuse. Focused between a post nut high and a drop of her ego, clearly what she did to the rabbit isn’t even a concern to her anymore.\n\nIf Mariana thought back on that, she did what she had to do, and that was that. Hell, at this point she could just think, what rabbit? Behind her, she left absolutely no trace it ever existed besides what few specs of fur now cling to her now sticky behind. Where the rabbit once stood, munching away on its grass without a care in the world, remained nothing left of the little critter. In fact, the only other clue that anything even happened here in this very spot at all was a small wet patch of dirt, pooling darker than the rest. Soon enough, even that would evaporate and dry, matching the rest of the terrain once more.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

    

Mariana’s Duty

Chapter 3: Food Duty

“ Chirp Chirp chirp, chirrrrr-chirp chirp chirp ,” two stiff short haired brown ears point up in the cool open air. Like small brown satellites, they shift and turn, detecting the air for noises. Turning left, flicks to the right quickly like a hummingbird. Following the lead, the much larger, solid bone, also covered in short hairs, head of a horse carry both ears in the same direction.

Picking up on the tweets coming from a branch above, Mariana is unable to turn off nature's far to early morning alarm. The early bird gets to be annoying, the mare groggily protests mentally, wet closed eyes squinting harder as her mane moves in a breeze. Shifting with the rest of the horse's head, Mariana’s snout slidess inches over the rocky dirt and grass below. The small rocks would scratch most animals, but they’re not a bother for the massive horse snout.

     “ Mmmmm ,” this time she groans out loud, eyes still as heavy as ankle weights. Having apparently rolled over again in her sleep, she didn’t even realize how craned her neck was as she rests with her back over the dirt. Snout rolled off to the side, her neck twists in such a way that her mane faces upwards. Contorted in such a way that most animals would find her relaxing state quite uncomfortable.

Aimed upwards to the morning sky, her big brown underbelly basks in the slanted sun rays. Widen like a very stiff jello, the weight of a full ready to be birthed young MUTO is carried within her internals. Weighing her insides down, the internal pressure also adds to some slight morning discomfort. Kids, she thinks as she goes to shift her gut into a more comfortable position, yet she gives up before even trying.

Fortunately her back is wide enough to mostly contain her swollen belly. Said belly flattens only slightly due to gravity at the highest point, making a table top wide enough only for squirrels. That would be if they didn’t mind eating nuts on the straggly hairy gut of the large herbivore. A table that would leave their nuts smelling a little musky. Sure Mariana was a clean mare, but she still was a wild one after all.

After the small flat surface of her guts holding skin- which manages to just barely appear visible between the less dense brown hairs- her body begins to dome downwards in all directions: Rounding wide and firm over her sides, towards the bottom of her chest, and down between her separated thighs. All of which completely block any site of the fetal MUTO Queen that curls up and lives inside.

Her head turns, still resting sideways along the dirt. So intrusive her larger than usual underbelly is, that her lower legs are forced to widen her hips open if she wants to rest comfortably. Sure she could handle the MUTO Queen, but managing an entire kaiju inside your body definitely was a two way street that left some ‘impacts’ on her frame and demeanor.

Another impact is found in her upper legs as well. Holding them up and lowering them downwards, they now need to bend just a little bit less than before for her hooves to rest on that table that is her belly fur. Eyes still closed, her belly hairs tickle her hooves, just as much as her hooves scratch her big belly. Scratching a little bit more, the base of one hooves slides over. Not enough to wiggle her lower gut, but enough to be felt.

     Further south, well dry now after the eventful night she had before, her black lower womanhood continues to bask in the open air. Visible to the trees, birches, even birds, her tail provides absolutely no cover as it lies along the dirt. Black and hairy, it snakes off to the side. Upside down along with the rest of her, her lower pucker rests below the closed vertical slit above, looking into the open world as well. Exception being that its view is a bit closer to the dirt and grass below.

Around each closed hole- especially the slit above)- little bunches of her brown ass hairs stick together mangled and messy as if they were glued in strange pathways. Stiff and crusty, they’re the unkempt evidence of the night she had. Yet as strange as it is, in the end things remain the same, as the MUTO still remains held deeper beyond those messy hairs. Chest rising and falling calmly, her womb and lower hole remain even more calm and still. With things much calmer now, they calmly contained the MUTO deeper inside that was much more active about… 5 hours ago.

     Checking to see if all that activity from last night was a dream- with eyes still closed- she lifts and lightly kicks her right leg. Tensing her glutes, the skin beneath her hairs slightly shift. With it, her thighs rise until they skim along the lowest bulge of her belly. That is, before stretching out back down towards the dirt. Even though the horse is very heavy, the kick is enough to lightly wiggle her almost wiggly underbelly, but not much else. However, that nor the dirt scratching along the backside of her right ass cheek are not where her attention is focused.

Focused further south and in the space in the middle, her suspicions are confirmed as sure enough she feels it. The lowest bottom curve of her ass cheek, right around her ass-crack area does feel a bit dry and sticky to the mare. Stiff hairs just barely noticeable out of the mare’s view, the tickles tell her what the birds could already see. Guess it really wasn’t a dream, she notes, blowing air out of her nostrils on the opposite end.

Having her answer, her leg rests all the way back onto the bent grass below, as her belly stills once more. Of course the sticky hairs around her ass remain dirty and open, but she’d clean that up later. “ I think I still remember where the river is,” she assumes into the grass. Still gripped and sealed away inside, she just hopes her insides do a good job of keeping things clean enough inside for the MUTO.

     The birds continue to chirp above her head, still nagging her from her blissful sleep. Okkkk, I guess, she tiredly moans, wincing her face in tired agony, guess it’s time to get this day started. Against her wishes, she starts to wobble her big round body side to side a few times.

Rear *scraping* over the dirt beneath the delicate grass like a weird ass tail wag, and with her back shoulders doing the same, rolling over definitely isn’t quite as easy as it used to be. Like a turtle on its back, sure she doesn’t look huge by any means, but she definitely feels a very noticeable amount of weight between her organs.

     With an extra push, her big body finally heaves past its horizontal limit. Like a big fleshy ball, the mare is just able to fall over her right side. Hairy and swollen underbelly wobbles around, facing new parts of the woods until the swollen mass rests against the dirt below. Huffing out a breath, the clearly pregnant mare takes a moment to still things. With all her legs stretched out, it’s an almost comical position as it almost like she was standing up while lying on her side.

“Blow it,” she fake cusses to herself, “is this really what it’s like to be pregnant? You reeeeally -,” ready now, she continues, rolling over her noticeable center of mass. The mare rolls until her belly and chest face the dirt. “Get in the way,” she tells ‘the dirt’ as her big back starts to face the sky. Balanced on her pressing belly, she feels a lot of dirt pressing back and far around her belly button. Slowly those strong brown legs bend below her once more, curving her rear and front until she rests like the sphinx.

Now quite literally resting on her belly, she looks down at her broad brown chest. Not seeing anything of note, inner judgement leaves her feeling a bit foolish. Eyes roll like small bowling balls before the snouted animal turns to look over her shoulder. Mane flicking, she’s definitely a bit more ‘noticeable’ now.

“I’m getting fat,” she says the only thing that seems to matter for a moment as her mane falls down in the air behind her. Mane flicking once more, now in the opposite direction, she goes to check and see how the other side of her round middle looks. Not surprising, her expression shows the same disapproval as her belly rounds out just as far to the left as it had the right (which reaches almost half a foot beyond her unpregnant levels).

Is it too late to go back? She jokes mentally, knowing fully damn well that if she really meant it, that answer would be an obvious no. In her horse brain- even though she should actually be done with the MUTO inside already- she still had another 8 months to go. “I’m not even halfway and I already look big,” she complains. She sways, watching her body as it rocks side to side. It almost feels uncomfortable with how much her large filled middle touches the dirt below.

“ Hur-, ” tightening her leg muscles so that the skin seems to narrow underneath her rug like hairs, she struggles just a tad bit more than she would have expected once again as she lifts herself up a few inches. Hip to shoulders rise and with it, her belly circles out just a bit more. Up a few hairs now, only the very center of her belly reaches down against the dirt and grass below. Letting go, she lowers herself down once more. Relaxing her muscles, the pressure around her lower guts grows again as her round middle widens again. The heavier inner density is enough to make her want to lift her normal sized ribs up towards her throat.

“ Ha ,” she gives out a calm chuckle, “I really do look like,” * gurrgleee * “a-,” the horse’s belly rumbles quietly. Making room for the MUTO, other parts of her intestines and innards are forced to move and be affected by her pregnancy. Quickly rising, a little bubble flows up her long throat, ending in a short little, “ burp .” Mixing into the open air in front of the mare’s face, it carries a noticeable morning breath along with it. Not strange in anyway, she gets back to finishing her thought, “-like a pregnant sphinx.”

The lowest third of her body, yet almost half of her weight, continues to rest against the dirt. Facing back is her naked ass, now covered by a long resting tail. Remaining large and still as ever, her cheeks are like two stiff big guards, watching the woods behind. In the middle, her tail flicks off to her left for a moment, before falling back, resting into her crevice once more.

     “Ok,” she mutters to herself, trying to recall what last night meant. “ Let me think, let me think . You were trying to get out my rear back through me if I remember right,” her snout turns, but she only sees her view of her own back and top of her round ass. “It’s probably been fiveeee , or I guess 6 months now. If I remember right,” a gurgle in her intestines tickles her lower digestive tract near the MUTO, “that probably means you finished your egg. You were hungry!” She recalls, looking out into the foliage beyond, “I need to get you some food.” She knows what that means, “... some meat.” Her snout looks outwards still, but her words dip.

     “That’s going to be a bit of a problem,” she mutters to the small grass below. A herbivore her entire life, all she ever knew was plants. In fact, the only ‘meat’ she’s ever known was well… herself. That is, making sure to keep herself off the menu of wolves and other dangerous predators. “ How am I going to do this?” Worried eyes glancing around the open forest with both hope and fear of actually finding a smaller animal.

A moment passes before her eyes tighten and flat teeth snarl, “ Ahhh - I don’t know the first thing about tracking. Let alone actually killing!” The hairs on her neck practically flare from the stress. Falling down, her long neck flattens into the dirt, kicking up a cloud of light brown, “What was that crazy MUTO thinking getting me of all animals pregnant? I’m not cut out for this.” She mutters the last word like she was telling the grass a secret. It was definitely going to suck, but she knew she’d have to find some way to do what she had to do.

A light brush within her womb’s wall catches her focus. Soft like a bristled brush, there’s usually far too many of those little (and big) tickles throughout the day to focus on any one in particular. But with the heavy mare calm and unmoving, this one’s enough to catch her attention. Shifting focus from the calm woods, the mare glances back at her round body once more. Inside, a slight stirring begins, as another movement inside her grasps rubs her innards. Sliding along her womb’s wall, clearly the MUTO Queen inside has woken up as well. “ It’s h ard to keep sleeping when your entire snug world starts to move,” she figures out loud.

One inner movement brushes the south side of her closed cavern, reflectively causing her glutes to flex for a moment. Strange out of seemingly no context, it’s almost as if they have their own instincts/memory of the MUTO’s prior escape attempt the night before. Prematurely trying to stop the MUTO’s escape, even as it only shifted itself into a more comfortable position deeper within the Mare’s rear.

In the end the mare’s action is all for naught. Completely pointless as her tunnel remains calm, closed, and dry as usual. It’s only a bump that smacks along the lower right of her belly’s perimeter next, causing it to give a tiny shimmy that gives any sign of ‘protest’.

     “Ya ya don’t you worry,” the mare grumbles as her head looks back out into the open world in front. “I’m going to try to find you something to eat,” Mariana finishes. With that, she bends and tightens her hairy front legs, back legs, and glutes all at once, before flattening her hard hooves flat into the dirt. Tensing a series of muscles during a heavy push off, she stands upright a few seconds later. Afterwhich, her tail reaches down, hanging loosely behind her back knees once more like a long paintbrush.

Leaning on the end of her hooves, she decides to push just a bit extra to give her legs a nice morning stretch. Legs narrowing as they tighten, a groaning “ uurrrr ,” escapes her long snout. Lifting her nose in the air, and even flexing her belly as little as she can, the rest of her body begins to wake up. With the rest of her, the sides of her belly just barely unnarrows as she eventually relaxes, returning back to a horse's normal stance once more. Ready for the day again, she lifts her front left hoof, placing it further ahead into the dirt. Back legs following her lead, she begins to walk once more. In tow, her swollen hairy underbelly starts to find a small rhythm, swaying like a tightly held hammock, as the mare goes on the hunt.

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     An hour passes and… I still haven’t found a single thing . Eyes within brown hairs look down at the dirt in disappointment, before turning up towards the tree branches above. Birds chirp high above as the only possible food source around these parts. Yet like her dream last night, they remain far too high up for a horse like her to reach. Down on the ground there was plenty of grass for herself, but the MUTO obviously couldn’t enjoy the same vegetation the mare could. Not even sure how I’d get something as small and light as grass in there, Mariana feels her vagina resting behind her tail’s curtain.

Truthfully she still wasn’t exactly sure how she’d get any actual ‘meat-food’ to the hungry child in the end. One step at a time, she’d tell herself, one step… at a time . Hungry herself, she’d periodically lower her snout and munch on quick bite after quick bite, but her satisfied belly didn’t do a single thing for the child. That other end needs a different food of course.

Two hours later, and the sun is directly above the mare’s head now. Yet still, only one of the two animals had anything to eat this day. * Grumblleee *, the MUTO’s empty stomach groans in contempt within the cramped and damp black cave. The sound would have probably echoed inside if the womb wasn’t directly touching the MUTO. Well, that and if the pounds of flesh on the other side weren’t so good at absorbing sounds. The MUTO wonders if its stomach rumbled enough to vibrate its surroundings. But curiosity is quickly pushed aside, as its own irritation grows.

Having been swaying back and forth in the darkness for the past two hours, the lack of breakfast was really getting to the young kaiju. Growing urgent, she took to struggling to turn her head, to search around and licking for any scraps of remaining bits of egg she may have missed before. Some small nibbles clung to her body, and some stuck to the fleshy inner walls, but even those scraps quickly disappeared after 15 minutes. Hardly enough to last as anything more than a miniscule snack.

Growling once again, a wet sound overwhelms the MUTOS own. Just beyond the MUTO’s world, the guts of its holder beyond emit their own constant low churning. Growing more and more mushy by the minute, almost as if to taunt the MUTO, the mare’s stomach happily digests its own meal. Not exactly sure of every inner function of the animal’s insides, the MUTO was pretty close to an expert to all of the sounds and shifts that surround its own private world.

Growing impatient, the MUTO huffs out smoke like a dragon through long crossed arms. Sure the tiny space already forced her arms to partially cross already, but now she warps them tighter around her own growing angry belly. Curling around the MUTO like a dark shaky egg, the claustrophobic dark womb blocks the MUTO off from any possible prey.

Continuously rocking the MUTO’s world without much thought, things continued normal as usual for the mare as her eyes look elsewhere besides her round and hairy orb like brown belly. However her mind does continue to grow worried. Not for how she shook the MUTO’s world with each forward moving step, and not for her own filled stomach, but for the MUTO’s need to eat. “I really need to find something soon,” slight panic damps her vocal chords as her pointed ears and worried eyes continue to scan the green forest around her. Yet just like before, only birds and now a couple squirrels appear up in trees, outside of her reach.

Worry grows by the second. Recently, there was only a brief stint of relaxation that did sneak into Mariana. That was, at one point earlier on- maybe 20 minutes ago- something inside her did feel strangely pleasant. Cool and nice in her filled womb, it was almost as if someone rubbed aloe on a non-existent sun burn inside her. Slowing her heavy steps, her head turned with an odd calmness in her eyes. Feeling something rubbing pleasantly, things looked as ‘normal’ as ever, yet she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in there.

Pleasant like a massage, the sensation of a tongue ‘tasting’ her walls soon became the only logical conclusion. Worrying her a moment, the tickling sensation was far too nice for her to dwell on any negative possibilities at the time. Whatever the MUTO was digging for, and lapping up, was enjoyable enough to cause the mare a few heavy breaths to start to blow out of the mare through slower steps. Like a big bunny nibbling on a finger, the tongue was relatively small, but it felt far too soft inside her special place. Closing her eyes and lifting her muzzle slightly, quick disappointment comes the next time the tongue parts from her inner wall.

Unsure exactly what was going on, and just enjoying the sensation, she just hoped the MUTO wasn’t hungry enough to be trying to taste her! Now that’d be a far different battle than the night before. An actual fight between the two that she very much would enjoy avoiding. Unfortunately the womb wall licking didn’t last much longer, stopping only a minute or two after it started. With a short huff and flick of her long tail, Mariana continued on as normal, as if nothing had happened.

Back to the present, the mare passes by another bark coated tree. Like the walls of a maze, it looks the same as the rest. Yet suddenly, her tail only sways back towards her right cheek one more time before slowing to a stop. Said tail eventually hangs straight down, as unmoving as her legs. * Shift shift *, her brown pointed ears each dart side to side. Like radar, they’re trying to focus on something.

Swiveling just to the right, her snout follows their lead until the firm snout aims at her 2 o’clock. Just off to the right, the mare’s eyes scan the grass for any signs of movement. The wind deceives her a few times as the grass shifts. Bit by bit she searches for the familiar sound until suddenl- There! Resting on its rear, contrasting the green surroundings, Mariana picks up on the small bundle of white fur. Chewing away on green leaves with a quick jaw and without a care in the world, the horse spots a rabbit .

Nervousness is the first thing to rise within Mariana. There we go… I found one, the thoughts feel cold. Unmoving eyes continue to watch the rabbit munch from a distance. Digging down, the small white fluff takes another bite without a single care in the whole wide world. Glancing at the horse roughly 20 feet away for a second, the small animal is just glad there are no predators around. Now that would be scary! So what if the horse continues to glare towards the small mammal as if nothing else existed in the world.

I need to shove that animal up my vagina, rethinking the task at hand doesn’t help it sound anymore sane. Gonna be roughhhh… ok, you can do this Mariana! With a light stomp into the dirt, the mare’s head nods in place. Yet more rigid, her eyes never stop staring at the little animal. Thoughts race as the girl coaches herself some more.

Thinking through the motions, her long front right leg goes to take a step, before stopping and hovering across the grass below. Just gonna give it a kick, and then it’ll be all over. Like someone with arachnophobia trying to kill a spider. Reaching forward, her hoof spreads and crushes the grass below. Predators do it all the time! I just need to act like one. Remember… gravity never stops tugging her big underbelly down. Her body is constantly winning the battle against gravity and mass as she remains on all four legs. Her thoughts continue, it’s either the rabbit or the MUTO.

Picking up another mouthful in the opposite direction now, the rabbit likely senses her, but still sees her as nothing more than another horse. Horses only eat grass and hay, nothing that should concern the little critter. The size of the horse isn’t even a factor to the different species. What’s a fatter than usual horses gonna do to the little whiskered animal, after all?

Hunching down and faced towards the dirt, the rabbit sits on its rear once more with a new bite in its small maw. Chomping away as fast as a roadrunner, its surroundings grow darker as a shadow starts to cover the little animal’s surroundings. Assuming it to be a mere cloud, the silhouette has an odd shape to it. More vertical than horizontal, it appears widest around the rabbit’s own body, before curving round and narrowing upwards. It’s only above the round top of the shadow, do two triangle-like black tips signify the end of the sun’s blockage. Finally noticing something looks different than your typical cloud, the white furred head turns around fully, as its face aims up.

Tilting its head in chewing curiosity, it’s hard to tell if any thoughts really go through the smaller animal’s head. Food, fuck, and run are usually the only thoughts this species tends to have. Munching and swallowing bite after bite, it’s almost fascinated by the towering animal above. Expression not changing in any way. Not really one to recognize the emotions of a horse, the look of shaken worry looks the same as any other expression Mariana could show.

Yet before it can linger on the sight any longer, the face of the horse begins to disappear as the massive brown animal starts to turn its back to the rabbit. Looking like it’s ready to leave, the round and massive gut faces the small animal for a second, before waving goodbye like the mare’s head had. Now, the only expression the rabbit can make out, is the turning backside of the horse as it begins to face it.

Out of food with its latest swallow, the rabbit bends down and picks up more delectable grass in its mouth. Focusing on what’s important, it only briefly glances at the relatively massive naked rear that now towers up above. With a swing of a tail that reaches right around the rip of the rabbit's tall pointed fuzzy ears, two massive legs, each almost as wide as the rabbit's own frame, bulk sturdily into the ground on both sides.

As the rabbit continues to munch away, the horse remains still, unmoving. Acting as a barely swaying statue, with only her tail slightly waving in the calm breeze, and her short brown hairs stiffly doing the same, the horse shows quite a good impersonation of how to hide from a t-rex. Remaining this way long enough to lose interest, the rabbit turns its head back all the way, dipping its upper body down to chomp on more of the green below. Figuring the- now apparent- mare would leave any second, the smaller herbivore just goes about its life munching and chewing away as it was.

Seconds feel like minutes to the horse, as the big naked ass still hovers above. Similar to how a predator would hide and wait to ambush its prey, the horse’s ass remains as obvious as possible, yet just as equally deceptively dangerous. Unmoving, another slight breeze manages to slightly blow her long tail off to the side as the part buried within her ass appears to peek out, and glance at the rabbit.

Nervous, Mariana continues to have second, third, and endless thoughts. Come on, just do it. You need to. Her jaw clenches in worried concern. Unmoving externally, she starts to pick up on the slight tingling and shifting within her womb again. Always happening periodically, the small movements of the MUTO are more clearly felt this time as the animal stashed away and ‘protected’ inside rubs along her inner walls.

I have to, she reasserts herself. If I don’t, I’ll just be trapping an innocent animal inside me without anything to eat. Leaving it to starve to death like some sort of cruel prison within my body. I can’t do that. To a Kaiju at that! Think about how much worse that would be than the fast… mercy I can quickly give this little bunny. She glances back, just barely enough to see a blur of white out the very corner of her round eye.

Her ass begins to shake ever so slightly as if the earth were trembling below her. But of course, to the rabbit the ground’s as solid as ever. Shaky, Mariana knows she just needs to commit! Thinking she finally gave herself some cue, suddenly her left leg flexes as her left cheek grows firm. Tensing all her back half muscles with fear, she shakes her leg ready to deliver a fatal blow. Something quick and ruthless to just get it out of the way! Quickly it lifts up in the air, before at the last second, just as fast as the bravery came, a moment of cowardness drowns her.

Wait! Fear stops her dead in her tracks. The black bottom of her hoof faces the rabbit at the end of a big nervous and hairy ‘treebranch’ of a leg. Having fully committed just seconds before, she was already leaning back slightly, with her body expecting the hoof to continue its instinctual kick back. Powerful, it didn’t expect her to stop so suddenly.

Hovering awkwardly, Mariana starts to find herself a bit off balance. Her large rear no longer remains as prominent and still as before as her brown back half trembles more and more by the nanosecond. Oh wait, she makes to retreat her hoof back into the dirt from the spot from which it came. Yet it’s already too late. She finds the action, along with her overly shaking back end, to be too much. Beginning to goofily fall back, suddenly, the shadow around the rabbit grows bigger and wider.

Chewing away without a care in the world, for a brief moment the rabbit notices a change in the horse’s cloud. The grass in its little mouth stops in confusion, noticing the accelerating change as the darkness spreads out further and wider. Unsure what the deal is exactly, the grass spins within its fuzzy mouth one time before it calmly tilts its head back around.

Now with only a few bites of green grass leaking from its maw, its wide eyes only make out the shifting back calves and knees of the brown animal. Knees seeming to lean away, her giant legs remain as muscular as before. Yet slowly they shift, as a rod seems to form underneath as her muscles tense in awkward desperation. Interesting, it’s not too strange to the rabbit, as they seem to only shift forward and bend a couple inches. But something light begins to brush on top of its short furred head. The tail of the horse in fact, caresses over, before sliding behind, even reaching down towards its bundled up tail. All of this only happening in the matter of a second, the rabbit isn’t even able to think what is already far too late to avoid. Noticing that movement, and sensing more above, all it can do is finally look up towards the sky, as a massive and heavy brown ‘pillow’, quickly darkens everything.

For all of a blink, the little hare is able to stare at the massive comet. As if the moon itself were crashing on earth, the massive brown ‘moon’ covered the rabbit's entire sky. Far too monstrously wide, and only inches away, all the rabbit could do was gape its jaw open in shock. A sliver of grass isn’t even able to reach its chin before the inner left cheek comes crashing down, on top of the much lighter animal. Impact instantly felt yet not heard by the rabbit, a loud and thunderous * THUD * crashes down and into the woods around.

Instantly Mariana feels something solid- besides dirt- pressing up partially against the inside of her ass cheek. With a light pressure leaving her seat uncomfortable, and pushing against her dirt facing lips, it’s not hard to put two and two together. “ Shit!” Her initial thought shouts out, before a quick moment of relief washes over her. With the rabbit not moving at all under there, it appears the dead is uncharicteristically done. Like crushing a spider through a big bout of arachnophobia, as much as she hated to do it, it feels good to finally be over with it. “There’s no way a little rabbit could survive that ,” she figures, simply referring to the weight of her own heavy back half. Sure some of the fur crushed her tail between her cheeks, but that couldn’t be enough room for the smaller animal to avoid her weight and “escape” in any way shape or form. Just barely pressing against her back gate, even if it prematurely entered, that would just speed things up. After all, it would have to get slurped up through that part of me later anyways .

Stinging her cheeks only minimally, she sways her cheeks into the dirt, pressing down an extra 50 pounds to make sure there isn’t any movement. The short blades of grass tickle her brown ass hair, and while the dirt isn’t ‘soft’, she’s at least big enough to not mind the minimal scrapping. Sure enough, the lump within the white hairs feels limp below her exposed ass cheek. “Ok then,” she whispers, lifting her bottom half up, “step 1 is done. Now,” she turns around, “onto the next part.”

Facing the site is quite the definition of ‘road kill’ if you asked anyone. Horse kill to be exact, the rabbit lies in the dirt motionless. Like a jagged white ball of fluff, it doesn’t look gross or mained in any way, but its crushed appearance is enough to remind Melinda just how ‘powerful’ she can be to most of the animal kingdom. Being a mare her whole life, afraid of wolves and the like, it’s easy to forget just how intimidating a horse can be to most of nature.

“Ooo…,” her chest broadens as she takes a deep inhale, “...k. Yup, dead is done.” She gives an awkward smile, “Halfway there.” The right side muscles of her side flex, almost tighten for a second before relaxing once more. “Just gotta get this little rabbit in… there .” Unfortunately, she hadn't actually planned this far yet.

Her initial thought is to sit on it again, but while she could work her hips back and forth like she uncharacteristically did with the last MUTO Queen, she couldn’t exactly slurp it up inside her like spaghetti. Vagina’s don’t exactly have that ‘throat’ muscle. Although that would make things much easier. But alas, her pussy didn’t come with that feature. However, she could tighten and flex it, “which may add some benefit.”

Looking around, she’d have to go with the next option she had in mind; finding something to get it on so she could stick it up through her. So unfortunate, she mentally thinks, secretly not completely upset to have another excuse to tickle her seemingly always ready insides. Even that brush with the furred rabbit was enough to ‘tickle her nose’.

Wandering around the close area, she scavenges. A rock looks nice, but it’s “too spherical.” A fallen tree branch looks nice, “but too small and weak. A [green] bush wouldn’t do anything…” slowly her eyes continue to scan. Until calmly, they open just a bit extra, “ now that could work.”

     A few trees back, deeper in the woods, she sees it; a branch still connected to its tree, yet it hangs lower than the rest. High up for most animals, to her it looks to be just right. Not only that, but its size leaves her pretty sure she should be able to wrap around it. “Might need to stand on my toes a bit ,” she figures before remembering she could just drag it lower if need be. A bump slides along her underbelly, protruding a sliding curved line from her hairy belly. Barely glancing, she feels it press from the right side, sliding across, before stopping diagonally down her left side. “Don’t worry mamas almost got you something. Let's get you something to eat now, shall we?” Her tail flicks in the air proudly, as she bends down and picks up her fresh kill in mouth.

     Clomping along like an uncharacteristic ‘bad bitch’, her hips saunter a bit more than usual. Bloated, her big belly struggles to swing side to side, yet it just barely manages to reach out a couple of inches. If the MUTO starts to feel ‘carsick’, what she has for it should fix any protest.

Yes, Mariana should feel bad about what she did to the little rabbit, but surprisingly she starts to feel pretty good about this whole circle of life thing. Her shoulders bounce higher with her next step through a shrug. It’s not like she had a choice. Frankly, there’s nothing inherently bad to what she did. Simply put, she just did what she had to do.

On top of that, like her small feral urges, there is another power dynamic that she always secretly feels, yet grows exponential now. The fact being, that she controls, and is actually containing an entire kaiju inside her body. Just about all kaiju’s above and beyond any normal animal food chain. Trapping one within, and beating, surrounding, and containing it inside her own body… Now that’s a flex no other horse, mare, or any other animal can ever wield. Or say they’ve done at the least.

But what really allows her to think these thoughts, and saunter up to the branch is much much more simple than that. It’s the simple fact that once again, she has an excuse for what she’s going to do. Like what she did to the rabbit, what’s next is again, simply, what she’d have to do.

Clomping up as quiet as some 2 thousand pound mare can, Mariana stops in front of the low hanging branch. While the rest of the tree remained covered in a scale like bark from tree head to tree toe, this branch was different. Smoothed after years of deer scratching and shedding their antlers, the tan inside of the end of the branch had grown well exposed. Round like a nub, there’s only minor jagged lines throughout the bumped and relatively smooth extension. That is, before it grows and slashes back into the scaly branch that matches the rest of the tree. Roughly 2 to 3 feet of relative smoothness, it should be plenty for the feminine horse to handle.

Taller than her equine cousins, deer antlers reach the branch perfectly as well. Just for Mariana, the height is for a different part of her body. “What’s say we give this one a try, shall we?” She talks out loud, directed towards the MUTO buried inside as if it were her own consciousness.

Placing the rabbit on the dirt, she raises her dense head and extends an open jaw forward. Using a bit of her long tongue, she lightly gnaws on the round end. The herbivore's flat teeth are perfect for clearing out any spurs or indentations that would be ‘uncomfortable’ in her sensitive region. Now that’s the last place I’d want to get a splinter, she thinks, rotating her head to bite with the other side of her mouth. Slowly but surely, the branch grows darker in spit, as bite marks coat the leg sized branch.

Again the deepest part within her inner ass subdues a kick, but she just ignores it. * Plop *, her wet muzzle leaves the branch, “gonna have to be a bit more patient,” she tells the ‘branch’ loudly. Sure she could take the wide and long tree like this, but that wouldn’t be too comfortable now would it? If you’re gonna do something, you gotta do it right! Giving a careful lick to moisten the wood, and make sure it was as smooth as it looked with her sensitive tongue, the wood remained slightly shifting and rigid, but over all it looked pretty solid. Plus, in the middle of the woods, beggars can’t be choosers now .

Looking at how her spit lightly sparkles on the now wet wood, the ending 3 quarters of the wood appears just a slight shade darker than when she first found it. “Not bad… that’s not bad at all!” Clomping a step back, she gives a little shimmy dance that would leave her more than embarrassed if another sentient horse (like the one in her dream) saw. But with a quick glance around, she knows she can smile freely at the work that's been done. Sure most of the work had been taken care of by the tree and deer before, but she still ‘cleaned it up’ now. Another odd shift scratched the furthest back part of her underbelly, a little in front of her crotch. Holding the MUTO without hooves as usual, she allows herself to relax a bit in preparation.

“Ok, and now for the food,” she looks down at the rabbit once more. Stretching her long brown neck down like a garage, it rises once more with rabbit in maw. Decently sized, the entire thing could fit inside her mouth with bulging cheeks if she so wanted. But shocking to strangers, that wasn’t the hole on her body that she was going to try to try to work the rabbit inside.

Unable to impale it on the rounded end, she figures she might as well just try balancing the thing at the end. Unfortunately, the task is as tedious as she feared, as she just barely catches it from falling 3 to 4 times. Awkward with a delicate meal, it takes a good few minutes but eventually she gets it to lie over the wood the way she likes; with its hips and legs hanging off the edge, and its upper body resting along the wood. Ya that would make the whole thing a bit of a tighter fit she figures, but her back pocket should be able to handle the moldable animal. Mariana figures as long as she can get it as deep inside of her tunnel as she can, she should be able to squeeze, work, and even poke it deeper.

Stepping back once more, she waits a few moments to make sure the rabbit remains on. A short breeze passes and except for shifting the rabbit's fur, the meat of its body remains as still as she needed. “Whelp,” she calls out, “looks like you’ll be doing your duty soon little rabbit.” With that, she spins around like a dark cinderella, tail flowing high in the air for a moment. Tail coming to a rest once more, her brown rear faces the lighter brown wood and white of the animal. “Say goodbye to the outside world,” and with that, her tail lifts.

Hanging slightly off to the side, the mare exposes her closed black lips from behind her curtain. What came next would be beyond bizarre to just about all of earth’s creatures. Round and closed black lips vertically smile at the white beyond. While the black circular hole above is typically the exit for any past meals, it would remain out of the way for this meal. And while the closed black slit below it is one used for pleasure, sex, and birth, hardly for consuming and digesting an animal, it would take on a new role this time around. Strange as can be, the horse does what only makes sense to her, and walks backwards on four legs.

Moving quicker than any ‘dignified’ mare would, it’s a short but quick burst of acceleration. Quick to press against and surround the rabbit and tree, things start to look something out of a horror movie. Greeting the rabbit as close as can be, her rear looks at the rabbit with great interest, only inches away. Backside not wanting just a look, quickly yet slowly presses on further, beginning to press into the white fur. The firm wood beneath the rabbit causes Mariana’s dark ass to seem to cave into itself momentarily from the friction. The pressing is short lived however, as Mariana excitedly loosens every warm muscle back there. Warm, and starting to grow a bit damp as one side of her inner lips begins to slide to the side, stretching over the white fur with a tingle of stickiness.

Already a few signals travel all the way through Mariana’s spine and up to her head. Feeling good already, things seem to be going to plan so far. With a careful step back of her back left hoof, slowly she leans back further, using the extended branch as support. Yet as the left side of her black nether lips also begin to take the rabbit in, the branch slowly becomes more akin to an anchor. Careful not to rush anything, she shifts her hips side to side, slowly taking in more of the rabbit’s white fur like a snake.

“Nicee,” she hums out, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at the end of her special tunnel. Moistening the rabbit's fur, she continues to carefully sway her heavy ass, as her black lips begin to not only surround the rabbit, but the end of the smooth tree bark. While the wood doesn’t tickle her insides the same way as the rabbit, the smooth firmness is definitely well appreciated. Pressing inside her back crevice, Mariana feels her lips begin to open completely as she takes in the entire diameter of the rabbit and wood. Not as big as the MUTO Queen in the past, by maybe an inch in diameter, it definitely felt softer and smoother in her warmth.

Unable to see the bottom half of the rabbit inside her, again she gives her ass a little shimmy. Intentionally she doesn’t take anymore of the branch in this time. Leaves further up the branch shake and rustle as she glances back. Sure enough, she can still only see the top mounds of her bare cheek, and the off center top of her tail as it all shifts side to side. Yet seeing the branch shake beyond, and feeling everything remain put in her pussy, tells her all she needs to know: Everything is all lined up, and ready to go! Quick to not waste a moment, she thrusts herself backwards, splitting her apart deeper within her darkness.

The rabbit slides through like butter. So smooth and easy in fact, that a lung lifting inhale, and a fluttering “U h-hh-hh ,” leaks out. Growing familiar with using this part of her body, like a young boy in puberty, it was going to take a long time before she grew accustomed to it. But with the menial experience she now has, she has no problem quickly rocking her hips back, wasting no time in letting her insides lap up the rabbit and wood within. Rubbing along her walls like a miner, the pleasure of course turns her on wildly. “ Ohh mm -yeah,” she mutters out, practically soaking the white fur now.

With the horse so large in comparison to the little animal, already only the unconscious head of the rabbit remains outside of her dark region. Like a large heavily musky sleeping bag, everything below the hare’s neck is completely taken in and blocked off from the rounded black lips. Fortunate to at least be unconscious, the mare’s heat is so strong and suffocating, it would be like inhaling a gas chamber at this close and direct range. Continuously rocking and cracking further parts of the branch, the long black tail waves back and forth in the air. Almost flicking back and forth, it lightly caresses the rabbits nearing head at times. Continuously however, it shadows the fur from the sun to an almost grey, at all times.

Inch by inch through each hump, the rabbit's lowest end pushes open the long doorway deeper inside. Warm as can be, the hare must feel like that of a hot summer day after basking in the sun for hours. If the rabbit was still alive at this time, and took this moment to wake up, it would find itself in quite the suffocating sleeping bag. One that would certainly push at least some of the air out of those little lungs with the wood below pinning the fuzzy animal hard against the narrow passageway.

Taking the rabbit in deeper, Mariana begins to turn her back legs ever so slightly. Hooved heals facing further and further apart, she makes sure her mare ass is as open as can be. Making every little bit easier, she’s more than happy to welcome in the food delivery. And with a baby bump that wiggles and shifts her lower fur, it would appear she wasn’t the only one.

“Almost there dear,” she practically purrs out, eyelashes flicking downwards. With minimal caution, her back legs step back a few inches, barely shaking the branch this time. With a wet * slurp *, the pressure inside her warm pussy rises, pushing the mass further through her hips. Outside those black lips her crusty hairs surround the wood and rabbit, not yet wet as all the moisture remains within her fleshy tunnel. And speaking of tunnel… fur just barely tickles the outside of her hungry lower lips. A puffy cotton ball, the top half of the bunny’s head rounds out the top of her opening. Just within the thicker outer black lips, it’s enough to stretch the next layer inside, causing her wet pink innards to wrap around the soaked fur like a furry gold ball. She doesn’t want to wait, all she wants to do is bury the rabbit's head inside her nasty hole. Get it to join the rest of it inside her stank, and intoxicating pleasure.

Again her deeper and larger occupant shifts. This time the weight leans in one direction, transferring more towards the back of her womb. “ Mannn ,” she exhales, “you just make me soooo,” her ass waves side to side, taking another second to lap up the wood and rabbit. She wants to use the word horny, but decided a different word would be more appropriate, “-sensitive.” And with that, her glutes tighten and stiffen, as the rabbit is sucked deeper within. Pulling the rabbit further between the mare’s hips, the fuzzy golf ball sinks, as her pink innards swallow it up, covering up the last of the rabbit’s head.

Every inch of her sensitive insides feel the rabbit slide on through her like a cramped elevator. Loving it and unable to help it, she makes sure to tighten her naked ass cheeks as much as she can, going so far as to try to squeeze them together. As the rabbit’s short travel slows down, the action does succeed in taking it deeper inside however. Not only that, but the pressure within grows, pressing it and the wood against her pleasurably itchy as can be vagina, noticeably.

Sure she would have the random wet dream or whatever every once in a while before all of this, but nothing at all compared to the real thing. And nothing compared to how irritatingly ‘in heat’ she’s been these last couple of months. “ Clear-,” she begins to talk, but the exertion leaves her finishing her thought in her head , -clearly ‘foals’ do more to your body than just make your belly grow. Tickling deeper past her cervix as well, the urge to feed the MUTO within causes her tunnel to continue to crave more, wanting the rabbit even deeper. Unable to slow down, she takes another step back, sliding more of the smooth tree further inside the horse.

A couple moments earlier, through closed eyes the rabbit faced the base of the massive tree beyond it. Lying on top of the connected yet smoothened wooden branch, its lower body continues down the wooden feature, before quickly disappearing into the horse’s body. Surrounded on all sides, the massive brown booty quite literally appeared to be eating the hare. Like some otherworld predator, the massive cheeks surround the rabbit left and right, and even up and down. Tail just tickling the right side of the resting face, the massive ass shakes and quivers, as a wet *squelching* ominously squishes deep inside the middle.

In the center, where the rabbits body disappears too, are the mostly circular black lips which hang around the rabbits body like caring yet deadly lips. Seeming to blend into the narrowly squeezed smaller animal's body, it’s only uncommon common sense with the disappearing of more white fur that reveal just exactly what the mare is doing: Sliding further down the branch, and taking the animal deeper inside the mare’s own crotch. Swallowing the helpless animal’s body up like a snail.

One moment a brief glimpse of inner wet pink reveals itself around the rabbits neck, and the next it's gone, replaced by the squished head of the fuzzy little animal. Naturally squeezing into the rabbit, causes the white fur on its skin to turn, and spray out towards freedom. Almost as if the fur wanted to still save the rabbit, and pull it off to safety from the horse’s carnivorous depths. This isn’t how a horse should eat food, let alone another animal! One would think if they saw the sight. Yet with what would be an embarrassing, *Plopp* of the horses now very quite warm crotch, only more of the rabbit disappears inside.

Eyes closed, the pressure only continues to rise up as the mare takes the rabbits head in. Appearing like their time together would end soon, Mariana knew full well now that she would have no problem taking in the last of the white fur into her body. Warm open air cheeks squish into each out, squeezing the rabbits own smaller white facial cheeks together as well. It’s at this moment, where Mariana had squeezed and flexed hard, taking just about the rest of the rabbit’s body within her own superior one.

A tiny bit of light manages to penetrate through the wet pink flesh over the rabbit’s face. Yet soon, darkness begins to take over, as just beyond, Mariana’s thicker black lips begin to close. Still wrapped around the wooden branch inside, the hare’s ears are forced together like a hand squeezing a pair of socks. Looking like two odd extensions and nothing more, the long small parts are the last indication there was ever a rabbit not consumed by the mare’s vagina. Well, that and a very temporary bump of pink that just barely remains hidden between a gap within the tangy black lips. Yet that wouldn’t last long either as Mariana flexes and pulses her vagina, wetly sucking the ears deeper inside like a leach swallowing a frog.

Continuing to huff meters away from her other end, Mariana wants to practically crush the rabbit within her squishy crotch. Penetrated by the firm branch and animal body, she rides her anchor with vigor. Soaking numb and wet, it’s like a new cruel part of her comes out everytime, always so opposite of her typical calm and polite demeanor. Yet for the MUTO within, she holds off her inner muscles, as she slides back another inch, reflectively ‘clenching’ the head and body of the rabbit deeper inside her mare pussy.

Far too good to handle, her vagina walls instantly relax as the numbness practically shakes her back right ass cheek. “ MMhooooo yessss ,” she purrs like a pregnant cat. With her tunnel almost completely occupied, only the final ends of the rabbit's ears remain out in the outside world. That is, before they each slide back once more, as Mariana slides back herself, penetrating herself deeper with the log. With her hole tightly pinning them together, dragging them inside. Slowly, the last bit of the rabbit’s main body becomes as soaked as its toes by the second.

Said pleasure hole visibly relaxes for a moment, adjusting to the rabbit within. Or rather, as crazy as it seems, adjusting to consuming the animal whole. Vaginas weren’t meant to ‘eat’ animals, and horses weren’t meant to eat rabbits, yet as crazy as it is, the rabbit’s only the second strongest/strangest animal lurking within the Mare’s big depths.

Suddenly, her backdoor lips flex. Tightening the upper half of her dark nethers, the lower part seems to widen and stiffen like it were sticking out like it had an invisible tongue. In sync, just barely noticeable, her inner cheeks seem to flex as well just for a moment as they follow her inner tubes lead. This is a good way to tighten her inner tube, and help get a grip on things. Lifting her snout slightly as the pressure within grows, the added benefit of the rabbit getting sucked in a centimeter does not go lost.

Yet numbly ‘gripping’ the animal with her cooch, she decides now is the time to part from the tree. Yes the branch was nice, but as she began to reach the still barked tree, which now uncomfortably poked against her inner rear, she figured she had enough of its help. I can take it from here, she tells herself. Surprising even herself, she’s a little bit deeper than she thought she was.

Carefully tipto-ing forward, slowly wet slicked wood seems to form out of nowhere below a curved and tensed horse tail. Like some sort of organic 3D printing machine, more bumps and shifts of the long branch slowly just keeps coming out inch by inch, to even a foot or two. Of course, while the very end of the smooth part of the branch was damp, it wasn’t nearly as colored and soaked as these warm deeper parts were. As if they experienced a heavy rainfall, the once tan wood glistens wetly darker, like that of a different tree.

Still impossible to see, it’s easy to imagine something similar happening to the rabbit that remains buried inside the mare’s backside. The unbreathable aroma likely seeping into its skin at this point.

Tightly held, the horse’s back hole continues to grip the rabbit tightly. With pink flesh wrapped over the head, the narrow friction does a good job cupping, holding the prey down within, while unfortunately giving up the last of the tree branch. Through a light *cracking* and shaking off the branch, finally it says goodbye to Mariana’s insides, waving up and down.

Missing the branch already, her innards instinctively clench as the rabbit is quickly pressed dead center of crotches’ innards. Now it wasn’t Mariana on top and wood on bottom, now it was powerfully and unilaterally Mariana squeezing into the fragile animal on all sides; from hairy lighter brown underbelly, to spine.

The clench causes her to buck her hips forward ever so slightly as she adjusts to the new situation. Mimicking what she feels, the mare’s long snout buries into her left shoulder just a bit as she exhales more moisture. Body tightening an extra second longer to make sure it did have good control again, slowly her pussy relaxes, returning to how it was a few mere moments ago.

That is, before once again, her moist hole flexes around the rabbit once again, jerking the long ears inside her tight depths in the process. You see, without the big log buried inside her, there wasn’t as much mass for her to play with. Leaving Mariana a bit unsatisfied, her teeth just poke out from beneath her flap lips, as she tries to suck out any extra pleasure she can from the little fluffball.

With the motion, the very bottom of her lower innards reveals just a shade of her wet pink insides, as if the sparkling wet flesh were looking out a window. Just barely, once again the smallest puff of the now drenched fur of the white head becomes visible once more. Quickly the door shuts, as once again, everything loosens. With that, her lips and pussy return to how they were, with the pair of ears just barely reaching out to the world within the massive and strong brown cheeks.

Not amazing, but it’s still enough to enjoy for such a newly sexed beast like herself. Breathing a bit heavier, almost moaning, the process would only continue for warm Mariana. Flex and relax, flex and relax, as the rabbit's body is squeezed and loosened. It doesn’t exactly do the best job of pulling the rabbit in further each time, but the wiggling and squishing it causes within her numb crotch is quite enjoyable. It’s almost like her vagina was tasting, lapping up the rabbit inside. If said rabbit were still alive, it would actually really hope to remain unconscious at this time. Hard to think of something more demeaning and demoralizing to having your body being used like this in the entire animal kingdom.

While the goal was to work the rabbit into her womb, deep down (in her deep down), this was simply just her playing with the animal. Rubbing her inner walls into the inner commotion as much as she could. Clearly, any guilt she had was not only replaced with a sense of duty, but with a sense of dark urge to take advantage of the situation.

“ Ohhh ,” again she tightens her vagina, flexing over the rabbit. Coincidentally, it also pulls her ‘prey’ further just a little bit this time. “ Yeahhh fuckk ,” she tries to remain somewhat quiet as her back lips loosen back into their more vertical shape. Unfortunately, she could tell while this all was great, this wasn’t going to be enough to make her cum once again. But still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to suck out as much joy from this opportunity as she could. Plus, the rabbit didn’t ‘only’ need to be food for the MUTO inside. Even if she didn’t finish, none of this would go to waste. She was just enjoying the ‘side effects’ of doing her job.

Snout lifted with eyes closed, the mare continues to stand in the open. Her moist snout blows in the air as her highly lifted tail twitches further up and back down for some strange reason. Felt only to her, slowly the rabbit is pulled inside the heavy depths as the back door ‘throat’ takes in the smaller animal. By now, the long white almost grey ears are practically nailed together, revealing only a last inch as they remain just outside of the rabbit’s new home. With only the last curving ends of the ears now horizontal, the pussy lips ‘triangulate’ once more as the mare enjoys flexing her pleasure hole once more. With it, the ears take a moment to relax again. Then, as the lips round out into their wide slit once more, the ears slowly slide closer towards the wet dark depths once more as well.

Growing wetter and wetter with each lap of the rabbit’s entire body, soon enough only the very tips of those ears poke outside. Occurring strangely in some strange part of the mare, the brown hairy (and partially crusty) rear transitions into the black hairless lips, before those turn into a thin row of pink wet flesh, before those finally turn into the center of the hole, where held tightly and gripped in the center, are two small white furred middle bumps.

Taking a moment, the lips soon flex once more. Jerking up, the fur remains as is, tighter on the sides, with more breathing room in the widened bottom, yet this time, buried deeper inside, the round soaked head isn’t visible anymore. Now, it’s just the drenched rest of the rabbit's ears.

Slowly, as those dark typically ‘welcoming’ lips return to how they were, the round fuzzy ends slide deeper inside. The black replaces the white until all too eagerly, frankly almost impatient, her ass lips reach a bit out, closing together over the fur like a gate. Bulging out just slightly, they connect against one another with a slim pool of liquid that creampies a thick drop downward. With that, the last of the white rabbit is gone, replaced with the moist dark black lips of the mare’s exposed vagina. That, and a thin slime that slowly slides down the exposed coochie.

With a tight shift, it almost seems like Mariana’s pussy is going to flex once more. Yet, with the rabbit fully inside the middle of her heavy hips, the feminine crotch tells her things are just fine as they are. With a slight bit of disappointment, the rabbit just feels too ‘right’ and sensitive where it is to give it another tug and ‘lick’. Feeling warm and filled, she simply enjoys the ‘flavor’ of the entire rabbit's body within the length of her nasty dirty tunnel. If the rabbit was still alive at this point, it would be much more fortunate to stay knocked out, rather than wake up within the dark, cramped and wet cave.

Simultaneously, without needing to control things anymore, her dark ass lips begin to bulge less into the outside world within her crack. Slowly receding, the bump lessens and lessens, returning back the few half centimeters within her crevices. Eventually, the squishy sparkling black oval of the female horse’s body flattens once more within her musky. Closed and only glossed over with her juices, her entrance returns to how it was earlier.

Still feeling numb pleasure, her tail starts to relax as well. No longer pointing directly up, hanging off to the side from the back of her back, the appendage begins to loosen, lowering itself more and more. Through muscle clenches, downward it relaxes, before flexing back up once more, this time just a bit lower than prior. The process repeats. Unmoving, her vagina and even butthole seem to pulse minimally as well. Repeating, soon the tail shimmies back downwards enough that the ‘broom’ starts to cover her privates.

Already, any sight of the rabbit is long gone from the outside world. Covering that same hole that swallowed it up even more, this is just for decency purposes over anything. Horse standing next to a massive tree in the middle of the woods, soon enough its tail begins to cover up Mariana’s closed gate. Almost returning to normal, a slight arc still remains, hovering outward close enough that her back warmth still reaches it.

Like a fox investigating a rock, her fleshy insides touch and prod at the animal’s body held within. Now soaking wet, her pleasure has done an excellent job lubing it up like a wet sock. Lowering her snout and long neck back down to its normal height, she allows her insides to lightly clench, and swallow it deeper and deeper inside her heavy crotch. Painfully slow, it's hard to tell if any progress is really being made. However, starting to really sense something, a different creature begins to move a bit quicker.

Already buried within the furthest heavy depths of the mare, within a larger yet still small round fleshy home, the MUTO already had an idea something was going on. After all, when every waking second of your existence is nothing but the cramped womb of another animal, you start to notice all the little things that take place inside the living body. From heart beat, to words, to even a sneeze, those were heard quite well even on the complete other end of the animal she found herself inside.

So when the queen’s world began to move a bit… ‘out of the ordinary’, that was the first clue something was up. The second however, and much more clear message came soon after, as the scent began to change. Along with an unexplainable sense of change.

Like hotboxing a car with weed, the change was much slower and weaker, but soon a smellable mist in scent only began to form. One that sort of reminded the MUTO of when it tried to break out of its cage the night before. Very strong, the MUTO’s attention was more focused on trying to be born at the time vs paying attention to anything like that. Barely noticeable at first, the hard grey snout flicked up and down in the darkness with each sniff, but quickly brushed it off as it miss-smelling something at first. While rare, soft small bouts of gas or something else would manage to somehow leak through at times. So faint, the MUTO just pressed its grey cheek against the warm flesh and assumed it was nothing. Yet, as time passed, the aroma only grew.

Eventually turning stronger than cologne on a person's chest, that certain scent grew to be unmistakable. Now really filling up the fetal position of a room, it was as if a pound of expired limes were being lightly blown into the enclosed space. Trying to not think anything of it at first, the young queen simply tossed and turned to bury its snout between its claws and the walls. But with verrrry piss poor ventilation inside the small and finite room, it’s impossible to avoid the stench within the body sized sauna at this point. While the young MUTO Queen didn’t have the best sense of smell yet, the gas was still growing far too much to be ignored. Sliding along the border that gravity pulls the crouched creature towards, she begins to turn towards the only cause that makes any sense.

Hard to see even at this short distance, she figures it must be coming from that slit on the other side of the womb’s wall. Used to the same body temperature as always, luckily the sweltering feeling only came in the form of a thick almost tangy like smell, and only barely a warmer increase in temperature. Curious, the MUTO pushed against the firm yet moldable flesh bag which surrounds it again, as it starts to roll around.

Not as easy as months ago, its head continued to slide into the firm roof as well as its curled legs struggled for any footing in unbalancing darkness. Like a very firm slick air mattress, its footing doesn’t give too much, but it’s still definitely no rock. Fortunately the MUTO had learned to manage its limited terrain quite well. Seconds later, and it comes face to face with the closed air vent. Earlier the MUTO noticed what it had grown to assume are ‘steps’ of its captor, as its world had begun to stiffly sway once more. However now, its world remains calm and still, as it ignores the higher heartrate, and slightly heavier breaths far behind it. Instead its attention is focused on the growing smell, that’s not only a result of the MUTO’s closer proximity position.

Even if close proximity would be a massive understatement. At all times the MUTO has to curl its arms into itself as of late. Whether facing up, down, left, or even further left, (with the slit being the MUTO’s only marker, left and right usually feel pretty much the same), it was always forced to be balled up quite decently within its limited boundaries. Only if it reallllyy tried could it stretch a limb out mayyybe a half a foot, but its surroundings remained far too strong and powerful. Seconds later, the MUTO was always forced to curl back into itself. To the MUTO Queen that makes sense, it’s not like she’d be stronger than the body of a full grown MUTO Queen after all, right? So, with its rear legs bent and hugging against the other side of the inner wall, whether it wants to or not, its snout is forced to practically tickle the dark pink slice in front of its nose as it investigates.

Its surroundings remain firm, but that first clue from earlier continued to remind the MUTO something was up. Even as things remained held and contained in its environment, some odd movement was happening just beyond these impenetrable walls. Yet as time passed, things only continued to change more and more. That is, as the MUTO finally begins to pick up on another scent through the seemingly sealed slit.

* Sniff sniff *, its nostril remains still, yet its head bobs forward and back the miniscule distance it can. What that ? The MUTO begins to wonder, as a new unique scent leaks through the closed passageway in front. Still primarily overwhelmed by the moist aroma, something almost… tangy, begins to seep through. Smell , *sniff* *sniffff*, good. Suddenly, saliva begins to wet inside its almost reptilian mouth. The scent and idea of food brings hope to its empty hunger pains. Feeling impatient, it takes a cramped *step* or rather * slide * in place, pressing its nose forward. So hungry, it doesn’t care as it presses against the closed slit, investigating further with a loooong and calm * Snifffffff *.

OOH- WOw, Mariana’s mouth moves but words don’t come out as her eyes suddenly become as round as the sun. Dark brown and black tail, having just begun to lower itself down once more, suddenly limps upward a hair, flexing stiffly once more. Inaudible and unnoticeable in every perceivable way to the outside world, Mariana definitely feels something verryyy noticeable inside her body. Cool like an autumn breeze, a sudden and sharp tickling of tugged air assaults her vagina. This time actually coming from inside her womb, the air is much more direct and noticeable than any powerful breeze she’s ever experienced in the past… by far! Starting to somehow grow used to the odd and strange little brushes or pokes against the inner entrance of her vagina, this one is somehow still completely new to her. Brushing with her innards more than it actually physically presses against the darkest part of her pussy, the warm air directly assaults her inner slit.

Relaxing, her moist vagina doesn’t change, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate it. Loosening her tunnel for a moment, her vagina remains still a moment longer than usual, before taking its next, as soft as a tissue, clench.

Not sure if her hips pulled in the rabbit another centimeter or frankly nanometer for that matter, her tail just barely flicks beyond her bare naked ass. Hard to see between her large round mounds of cheeks, her outward slit definitely appears as normal as ever. That is, with the exception of some moisture drying within the crevice, and even curving crotch area. A nearby bird or squirrel would have to get just the right diagonal angle to see any of that view however. But would be easier to notice, is how the skin of her muscular brown back right leg shakes for a moment reflectively.

“That was interesting,” her words almost sound tired, as she notes the inner tickle and leg flinch. Interesting her from pausing a moment before trying to suck the rabbit in deeper. Not exactly a sensing expert, with the head about a quarter of the way in, she could tell the lower end of the rabbit had to be maybe an inch away from its new home. Wanting to step in place, but the warmth within her loins recommending she doesn’t, it's the other inner occupant that decides to take the next action.

Feeling something shift inside once again, her heavy belly is forced to bulge left and right momentarily. Pulling the bumps back into her round frame, she glances back at her own thick body with interest. Missing the sight, her belly remains as round and bloatedly smooth as usual. Everything looks the same as any fully pregnant mare would look. And things continue to look the same, even through the next action, as it's only her absolutely AGASP expression that looks out of the ordinary in any way.

This time reaching through her body and into her inner eardrums like a whisper, suddenly a snout presses against her inner slit, as a very powerful * SNIFFFFFFF* assaults the inside of her rear. Completely taken aback, her expression looks as if she suddenly teleported to the top of the empire state building… and fell off. Cranking her muscular neck and big head sideways stiffly, even the white of her teeth leak through as her own mouth winces out a short “ ssssshhhhhh-aa ,” as she seems to flinch and even buck her hips for no reason.

Yet inside that toned and big round big ass of the girl, there definitely was a reason. At the same level of her womanhood, yet dug deeper somewhere where her ass muscles begin to switch into her intestines and other innards, lay a smaller, grey snout held within her confines. A smaller grey snout that only knows the world within its small perimeter, as it goes to investigate something intriguing.

Entire body still within the horse’s womb, the MUTO smells was must be an incoming meal with excitement. Unsure what it is, it smells absolutely delicious to the starving creature. Now, if a living rabbit were on the outside, with a sensitive ear placed against the mare’s hairy underbelly, or even firm back, only then would it just be able to make out the strange muffled sounds occurring inside. Yet out here in the open, the mare’s heavy body muffles just about everything, as her outer skin doesn’t so much as wince. Even as her insides tickle with a sensation that was never meant to be experienced.

As if a thousand pounds were suddenly hooked on Mariana’s neck, suddenly her head drops down towards the ground. Eyelids doing the same while growing cloudy, it’s only her tail on the other end that takes this opportunity to rise. Eyes weakly stare out at the grass beyond, yet she doesn’t look at the green dirt covered grass. With an almost grunting exhale, it’s almost like she suddenly became a victim of her own body; losing her senses, and losing control of herself.

Another intent sniff twists her neck even further as her legs try to separate from one another. Between and higher up, her tail stiffens further, rising as high up and far out as it can, opening the mare up in every way possible. Then, as the MUTO continues to press its nose around and against her inner slit, sniffing with rabid interest, Marian’s breath starts to shutter uncontrollable, as she moans.

Eyes closed completely, only her snout is able to rise as her tail and hole completely dilate. Strange as any other action of this horse, the only clue to what is happening, is the sudden small trickle of liquid that pours out from the mare’s cooch, and falls from somewhere between her dirty, fewly white fur littered buttcheeks.

Opening her up like an inhaler to lungs, the sensation even took her innards by surprise. Unlike anything experienced before, it's like an electrical shock was sent through her already numb and mushy pussy. One that once again flipped that switch she had grown to enjoy, and prematurely turned on her narrow waterworks. An orgasm that she didn’t expect to feel the pleasure of today.

Neck receding towards her chest, and head lifting and turning slightly with tension, her breathing continues to flutter through grunted breaths. Almost wincing, it's like it's hard work for the mare to enjoy getting her orgasm out. Even if it’s anything but hard in fact, she still concentrates on making sure she squirts out all her smelly pleasure juice, which had so quickly decided to make itself known once again.

Numbing her entire pussy from end to end, everything still feels rushed, yet she still continues to grunt through her next inhale. Basking in the sensation, this time it's her mouth that gaps open in surprise as once again, noticing the odd change on the other side, her inner occupant decides to take another strong, investigating yet deep, *SNIFFFFFFFF-*.

“ UUGHHhhh-mygoodddd, ” she practically begs into the air, as any surprise over what's happening, gets completely overwhelmed. Opening the floodgates, it’s enough to even splash and water around her where her tail hovers beyond. Already her vaginal tunnel felt as tender as beaten meat (as the rabbit had turned into), as her inner non acidic juices soak through and beyond the rabbit like food in a stomach after an hour. A significant amount, it’s hard to imagine that more of it simply waterfalls out of her, into the free and open air beyond.

Still cocked to the side, her head lowers back down as a faint * Dribble * of water pours and trickles into the dirt in her rearview. Eyes as closed as a bat in a cave, only air is able to escape her nostrils as her long snout grooannnss and even once again “ neighsss” through the horse's closed mouth. Sparkling the inside of her outstretched tail, her pussy continues to evict the water through now flexing bursts; each one tightening and loosening her black lips as she had previously.

Loving every sensation inside, her innards secondarily tug the soaked rabbit deeper inside her musky dark tunnel. When it breaches her cervix, the warmth only feels all the better. Dilated as can possibly be, what would typically hurt, only feels all the smoother as the MUTO chomps on the top of the rabbit, and slurps it inside. Sliding through her vagina like a water slide, so wet, the narrowness of her tunnel isn’t a problem in the slightest as her tunnel easily relinquishes the rabbit.

As the rabbit enters her womb completely, her wet vaginal cavity only lightly begins to close into itself once more. With her eyes starting to warm open again, the last of her small waterfall dribbles begins to drip out, as her completely numb tunnel narrows for the last time today.

Leaving the mare panting heavily, her orgasm finally comes to a close. She’s out of liquid. Inside her pussy, it's like the rabbit just suddenly disappeared out of thin air from her grasps. Sure, technically in her womb, but after a few quick shifts of the sides of her belly, she’s unsure of how true that is anymore as things quickly calm down. Regardless, whether the MUTO already swallowed it or was a surprisingly slow eater didn’t matter to Mariana anymore. What mattered to her was the simple fact she was done with it: She’d done what she needed to do.

Inside, it turned out Mariana’s first suspicions were more than accurate. Starving and with ravenous intent, the second the MUTO Queen got her mouth on the rabbit, it was over. Like a komodo dragon downing a smaller goat, the MUTO took gulping bites with fury. Chomping over the legs, the next gulp brought its snout to the shoulders, and in no time, only the poor hare’s ears remained outside of the MUTO’s own wet cavern. In the span of seconds, its throat was already filled with delicious rabbit. So hungry, the great flavor wasn’t even much of a factor as it continued on with rigor, gulping and swallowing the rabbit as if the kaiju were desperate. And having felt such hunger prior (relative to her), she pretty much was. And just like that, it was over, and the MUTO Queen had finally eaten. Satisfied, she curled up, with a stomach full of her first prey.

Horse undercarriage growing still in a few seconds, Mariana continued to catch her bearings for at least another minute. Catching her breath took a lot of breath. On the other end, her body took care of its own job, lowering her long tail slowly. Dropping with a pulse, it reached closer and closer to the dirt below, simultaneously relaxing closer to the mare’s now- frankly- smelly crack. Lifting her horse head only halfway, she takes a long and calm, * inhaaaale * once more, closing her eyes once more to collect herself. By the time her head is up all the way, and her eyes open once more, her tail has relaxed against her crevice once more covering up her privates, and at least partially containing her nether’s scent. Things were still damp, warm, and relaxed back there, but at least things were back to normal.

Rumbllee , the belch of the MUTO vibrates her inner wall in an odd manner. Having eaten nothing but the eggs its whole life, Mariana finds it quite interesting how the young body learns how to belch up actual meat. Having just worn all her inner muscles out to the core, of course the gas bubble reluctantly tickles her nicely. Not as nicely, yet not uncomfortable, is the way the gas decides to continue its travel, but that wouldn’t come for another minute.

Big and bloated, her womb now holds both Kaiju and… well, maybe not mammal anymore. “O, k,” knowing she’s more in shape than this, the stall in letters leaves her side-eyeing herself. “Ok,” she says it's normal this time, “ that’s better.” She glances back, “looks like you got your delivery and ate it no problem.” She smiles, swiping her tail off to the side a moment. A few small speckles of cum juice mist in the air before disappearing. “Hope you, enjoyed your meal… You should be all taken care of for now.” A soft hunger tickles her own stomach. Sure she’s been eating already, but having just worked up an appetite, her own stomach seems to get a bit jealous of her womb's occupant.

“ Now… time.. to-,” she stops as that tickling in her middle shifts around. Thinking it was stomach, rubbing against a wall so close, it slides back beyond her stomach's limits. Assuming she was set to pass her own gas, surprisingly the sensation rubs along her insides lower. Head flicking in confusion, the ‘gas’ seems to be in her womb. Sliding on through, she feels a natural movement, with an unnatural part of her body as suddenly, her body works out the same gas the MUTO burped up.

With a lower then she’s used to clench, the brown hairs on her side just barely wiggle, as a little bubble travels within hundreds of pounds of horse. Sliding through the mare from where the rabbit came, her vagina does a quite good impression of its upstairs neighbor. With a wet, almost slap like ‘toot’, the bubble of gas “* plops* ” out from within the middle of her backside. Embarrassingly audible, her tail does a poor job muffling the queef.

She shakes her head and winces her eyes. Glad no one was around to hear that, that would have been more than quite embarrassing! Life as the only talking horse in existence is a quite lonely one, any hopeful friends or even strangers noticing that would literally cause the hair’s to burn off her face.

And after being in such a good mood from her- almost situationally hypocritical- joy, her mane felt like it was practically sunlight. Not only that, she was just starting to think she looked beautiful! Well, there goes that ‘high’ she winces, rolling her eyes to the trees. “ You really do embarrassing things to my body, you know that ?” She quietly grumbles to “herself”, before walking forward. “Come on, let's go,” she sighs, clomping forward once more.

Right away another weird tickle seems to rub the muscles beyond her womb wall. One that even causes an eye to squint. But not wanting to deal with that again, she’s quick to tense her middle and subdue it this time, continuing to walk on through it anyway. Even as the odd sensation soon revealed it would not be ignored so easily, and would soon enough, only grow. But that issue wouldn’t come for at least another minute.

From behind, the large mare walks away from the branch, with a few small white furs poking from underneath her tail, abstract to her large brown rear. Tail not yet sharing the sentiment of her embarrassment, the relieved warmth still leaves her entire ass feeling as warm and calm like she just left a masseuse. Focused between a post nut high and a drop of her ego, clearly what she did to the rabbit isn’t even a concern to her anymore.

If Mariana thought back on that, she did what she had to do, and that was that. Hell, at this point she could just think, what rabbit? Behind her, she left absolutely no trace it ever existed besides what few specs of fur now cling to her now sticky behind. Where the rabbit once stood, munching away on its grass without a care in the world, remained nothing left of the little critter. In fact, the only other clue that anything even happened here in this very spot at all was a small wet patch of dirt, pooling darker than the rest. Soon enough, even that would evaporate and dry, matching the rest of the terrain once more.

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