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And so we reach chapter 4 in Mariana's tale. Last time we found the pregnant mare, she had just finished getting the MUTO Queen a much needed meal. Goal completed, she had made off to continue her journey. However, something strange seemed to tickle her insides. But no big deal, it didn't seem like anything at the time.

Now, catching up right about where we left off, a couple minutes later, that strange feeling only seems to grow. Tightening around her womb and insides, it spreads, appearing to come in waves. Not only that, but the tightening grows by the minute. Unsure what exactly is going on at first, Mariana soon begins to realize the obvious; she's having contractions. Her body prepares itself to give birth. As a result, Mariana grows worried. No, not because of the strong strain she's feeling (that doesn't feel comfortable one bit), but due to the fact that according to her- unknown mistake- there's still another 8 months left before she should birth the MUTO!

And so begins, the battle between Mariana and her own body. Unfortunately for her, while she resists, it is quite the losing battle. So, if she doesn't want the MUTO to dangerously face the world too early, she'll need to get 'creative' to keep it inside.
", "writing": "\n\n \n\nMariana’s Duty\n\nChapter 4: Not Ready\n\nA large bush tickles around a horse’s knees. Gripping weakly, the brown sharp edges of the woods are no match for the mare’s thick protective layer of brown leg hair. Each coating the mare’s skin densely like a coating of paint. Yet, her protection isn’t foolproof however. One small, sharper blade then the rest manages to poke its way through, and scratch the skin buried underneath. Just trying to cut right through the shrubbery, the light pain scratches a small part of her uncomfortably, yet it’s easily ignored. Mariana is busy dealing with a whole new pain at the moment.\n\n Rocking her entire body forward and back like a boat, Mariana jumps through the shrub completely, and out into the open forest floor on the other side. Bits of the bush remain attached to the mare, sprinkling green along her long brown legs like dust. Quickly standing on all fours, flattening her back parallel to the ground again. It takes just a moment for the mare’s clearly pregnant middle to shimmy its way still again. Afterwhich, the mare stretches her neck a bit higher than usual. To the untrained animal eye, the slight extension wouldn’t mean anything more than a simple afternoon stretch to get the flood moving. To Mariana however, it was a stretch of discomfort. A stretch that provided no aid over what else was going on, elsewhere inside her body.\n\n Appearing to increase in tension over the past minute, the odd ‘tickling’ along her womb had started to grow into something more. Almost like dully pulling a muscle, rows of muscles began to present themselves seemingly out of nowhere along the hammock of her body. No matter how she stretched her neck, or shifted her back half awkwardly, it didn’t seem to do a thing as the tension continued to grow uncontrollably. Now, she begins to walk a bit awkwardly, swaying side to side a bit less through each stiff step.\n\nHer round bloat waves ever so slightly as she tries to adjust her internals, relaxing her heavily stretched middle as much as she can. She figures, maybe if I relax things, that will help, still assuming it’s nothing more than some odd muscle cramped. Yet still, no matter how she shifts or relaxes her middle and sides, the tension only begins to grow in waves.\n\n Yes, waves. Rising and dulling between seconds at a time, the tension once more begins to dull for a moment in the horse’s body. A momentary relief, Mariana takes a nice long inhale, before slowly releasing her carbon dioxide back into the woods. “Ok, are we good?” She asks herself, having been dealing with this for about 3 minutes now. Yet an answer comes quickly, and it’s not the one she hopes for as once again, the tension returns. “O-hh ok no we’re not good,” the mare grits her teeth, stretching her neck forward once more.\n\n Like tightening the strings on a guitar, slowly the horse feels the muscles inside her underbelly once more want to strain like her neck does. Cramping, it feels as if her muscles were actually bulging against her skin. Surprised they weren’t actually after an earlier glance, she wonders if maybe that’s the case now, as the discomfort only seems to spread. Stretching and reaching farther through each wave, the tension seems to slowly creep up her sides, curving along the sides of her round middle.\n\n “ What the hellll is this? ” She winces down the striking cramp once more. Maybe I should have drank more water? She wonders, still unsure of the cause. Not letting up, it’s like she’s somehow continuously pulling a muscle: A new muscle she didn’t even know she had at that. One that remains somewhere inside her body, making itself very known. Wondering if it was the MUTO Queen doing something strange at first, she soon realized that couldn’t be right. While the mass inside was spread out wide and tall within her body, she could tell this was happening somewhere not inside her womb. Even seeming to feel it in her stomach, it’s as if a web along her entire lower belly decided it wanted to fight the horse for a little.\n\n Hairs of her long dark tail flicks as her nose blows a “ Neighhh ” towards the dirt. Nodding her head in unison, she capitalizes the sound with a stomp of her front right hoof crushing a few spread blades of grass and rocks in the process. Not the most painful experience she’s ever experienced, it still felt very uncomfortable… and weird. Lasting some 20 seconds this time, finally the relief returns, as the inflammation dies down for the time being.\n\n Inhaling and exhaling a bit more sharply this time, Mariana scratches the dirt with her hoof, trying to calm her irritation. “It’s getting worse,” the air sounds more labored from the mare’s long throat. Focusing on the dirt below, it feels like hard sand beneath her feet bones. Carving a line of dirt, the loud * Scratches * ease the slightly shaken horse. Still not sure what’s going on, she’d much rather her body just stop acting up. Things were still manageable at the moment, but a small bit of concern did bite at the emotional part of her insides. If it keeps getting worse, how bad will it get? She worries, as once again, the early signs of the belly cramps make themselves known.\n\n The mare’s long neck dips this time, as an expression of pain paints itself through clenched eyelashes. “ Mmmm ,” her groans translate to something along the lines of, what the hell is going on in there, as her nostrils flare. Stronger than the past sensations, her belly seems to actually give a flinching wiggle along the lower left curve of her heavy form. Just barely waving her belly fur, her gut doesn’t seem to relax at all when the light wave dies down. Instead, only continuing to constrict. Feeling the pain grow and spread along her womb, only then does she get an idea of what may be going on; Wait. Am I having, oweeee, her hoof slams into the dirt again, “contractions?”\n\n Now half of each of the mare’s sides and hanging swollen gut go numb with pain, until eventually her inner turmoil dies down again. Feeling the urge to lightly pant, she looks left and right in thought. The green and brown of her surroundings, nor blue birds above provide any answers. With her body protesting the way it is, contractions seem to be the only reasonable conclusion. “I am pregnant, * huff*, is that… is that what these are?”\n\nOnce more her strength returns as her wide middle calms down. Very nice compared to the alternative, Mariana knows this relief is unfortunately only temporary. “But why now? You’re still not ready to come out,” she calls back. She needs to stay inside for another 8 months! Already feeling dense, Mariana doesn’t even want to worry about if things were getting cramped for the MUTO inside. It’s probably nothing bad, but she at least hopes her body isn’t causing too much trouble for the young creature inside. Still not feeling any odd movement from her inner tenant, as the warning signs of her next contraction return, Mariana comes to the only conclusion that makes sense; “The food!” The food must have caused this .\n\n Warming up the flesh beneath her skin, she realizes there’s only one logical conclusion (even if it’s not exactly right). “The food must have -,” slowly her inner muscles prepare themselves once more, numbing even the area close to her back now, “ confused my bo-dy.” Like trying to strangle a watermelon, everything around her belly and womb grips and tightens. Feeling much more intense, it’s enough to visually narrow her wide middle just a little, as her gut rises a few inches. Building up through contractions, it seems her body is trying to squeeze into itself, outside of Mariana’s control. Overwhelming any chance of just ‘relaxing it out’, this is when Mariana starts to notice something else about these supposed contractions. That being, while her large and filled lower middle was gripping into itself tightly, her actual vagina and and rear felt oddly relaxed. Even a tiny bit numb, actually.\n\n Able to resist actually pushing the MUTO out of her body, it’s almost as if the mare’s back end were now nothing more than a screen. A weak one at that, closed at the moment, but easily ready to be broken and torn open. With her womb as solid as a firm yoga mat, and her flesh priming itself, ready to squeeze into the MUTO it surrounds, Mariana starts to feel no doubt over what will come next. With the pink of her back tunnel seeming to dilate, her body was clearly preparing to birth the MUTO Queen already. Knowing her tail wouldn’t actually do a single thing about any escape attempt, she not only feared she’d have to overpower her own body's instincts, but she also feared whether or not she’d be able to. Regardless, things were going to get unpleasant for the poor girl.\n\n It’s almost 25 seconds later before her abdomen finally relaxes this time. Really feeling the strain, the mare looks on the verge of breaking biology and somehow being able to sweat. Things are quite the unpleasant switch to how things were only 5 minutes ago, to put it lightly. Breathing with an open maw now, she can already sense her lower muscles preparing to tighten in another 20-30 seconds. It takes the first 15 of those for her to simply catch her bearings. Pain is one thing, but this sort of self-inflicted inner pain in your baby making area is its own unique breed of animal. All the way around her belly, she can practically feel the clenches in her spine.\n\nA horse’s back is wide and strong. Great for protection and support, but Mariana is really starting to find out it can also redirect a lot of strength internally as well. Huffing and puffing, her lungs don’t seem to move this part of her body a hair. Yet through it all, the area around her back end and hole remains nimbly relaxed and dilated beyond anything else she’s ever experienced. A strong middle and relaxed back leaves the mare very easily able to predict the future.\n\nAll around the wide domed belly, and buried inside her back, the mare’s body starts to flex once more. “If my body starts trying to-,” already the tension twists her long nose sideways, bringing her eyelashes down to face the same direction her snout does. Like a panther ready to pounce, she can slowly feel her body clenching, beginning to prepare itself once more. Like throwing up with food poisoning, it seems to be inevitable.\n\nShe attempts to clench her tail back into her rear a bit tighter. However, it's like there’s some numbing cream spread about and going through her back area. “If my body tries to,” she returns to her thought as the rising pressure doesn’t stop, “push you out of me.” The mare glances down her wide brown back once more. She has more words to say but the grip seems to even pull on her lungs. “It’s too early,” she practically squeezes the words out as her abdomen tightens once more. “You can’t!” Voice breaking a bit, her belly visibly flexes, tightening to look like when she was ‘only’ 5 months pregnant. Sure enough, this flex is different. This time she feels the pressure inside shift, beginning to work its way further back inside her body. Much more unpleasant this time around, deep inside her hips. The MUTO’s snout perks open her inner lips.\n\n“ Urrr, ahh ,” her neck twitches and tightens in discomfort as muscular tubes bulge underneath the skin. “OH-no,” her words remain tight, as her belly clenches one more time, further intruding on the lower end of Mariana. The mare’s wide body flexes, gut narrowing once more through a quick and fast squeezing motion. It’s enough to even tighten the front of her hips, almost as if her skin were trying to pull the fronts together. 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At least she had, until something started to… change.\n\nWhile the night before was a new exploration for the small kaiju, never had anything along her womb home changed before. Exception, sometimes the pressure in the walls would grow for short or long periods of time. Usually this happened around when the MUTO preferred to sleep anyway. But even when that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t anything uncomfortable to the relatively strong animal. Just a little added pressure. Something that made her home a tiny bit more cramped, and a little bit firmer. But nothing too bad. And eventually, her world would turn or appear to ‘lift’ upwards, and things would go back to how they were. After ‘lifting’, typically that would include some very light swaying for an extended period of time. But again, her surroundings felt heavy and secure, so even that wasn’t anything the young MUTO minded.\n\nYet this sudden change was eerily different. It started as an odd spasm along her borders. One that flinched somewhere beyond her walls, and only gave the slightest of wiggles where the side of the MUTO’s cheek rested again. Nothing noticeable, the Queen simply ignored it. After all, living inside the animal’s body, it had grown to notice a lot of stranger sounds and sensations beyond all parts of these walls. No bother at first, soon enough, the situation would begin to show itself as something different.\n\nChanging, the spasms became slower, and more spread out. Now, coming from all directions, the MUTO lifted her cheek off the wall, touching her head against the very close roof instantaneously. Looking around in the darkness, the MUTO couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary (which to be fair, was very little), yet she began to feel almost as if she were being watched. Obviously, she sensed that would be ridiculous. After all, things were almost pitch black, the walls were covered, and it felt like there was more ‘mass’ beyond every direction, yet still, she felt something odd. Something strange, as if there were some weird ‘focus’ on her. Looking at her, through the walls. Then, as if to confirm her instincts, slowly and from all directions, those very walls began to shrink. And just like that, her surroundings began to close in on her.\n\n Nothing bad or overwhelming, yet it was enough to slide the creature's legs even further back into herself. Curling up as if she were wrapping herself into a straight jacket, slowly the ball she called her home began to shrink a fifteenth of the size. The wet sound of her limbs sliding along the slick walls provided some contrast to the loud bass of the cave, along with the periodic inner working squelches, breathing, and possible heartbeat she’d typically hear. Just enough to give her whole body a nice firm hug, the MUTO remained still in this ‘protective’ grip for some time before eventually, it relented.\n\n Completely manageable, but it was still quite noticeable. Now with it over, the small kaiju couldn’t help but look around curiously once her home provided that extra inch of room she had surprisingly come to appreciate. Nose just barely skimming the walls as her head rotates against it, everything looked just as dark and smooth as ever. Strange, the creature thinks with lost eyes. Shrugging her shoulders against the warm flesh once more, she begins to lie her head back down. Content to relax and digest once more. Yet just before her cheek presses against her curved pillow, the wall seems eager to ‘do her job for her’, and pull back once more. And just like that, the MUTO Queen was squeezed back into herself once more, in the beginning to a repeating pattern.\n\n Squeezing into her, and relaxing, it still wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Becoming a bit annoying, she just sat there in her round room as things constantly changed and repeated all around her. Practically pouting now, her sour expression clearly showed her feelings in the darkness as the womb tightened once more, pressing into her quite firmly now, before relenting again. Upset with whatever her world was doing, the continuing motion was quite irritating to say the least. Giving up on resting, she just wanted whatever this was to stop so she could go back to how things were. Unfortunately for the wishes of some, things would only grow worse.\n\nThe next compression really squeezes her into a ‘MUTO ball’ of sorts. One that leaves her arms pressing into her chest and middle, as her surroundings flex into her. Quite strong now, she seems to only find the smallest forgiveness in tension, in allowing her head to rotate. Figuring there was a bit of an oval shape to her room, it doesn’t even register to the animal that that latest squeeze lined her head up directly with the slit in the back room.\n\nHell, she still doesn’t even see the sharp line. Nor does she pick up on the fact it seems to have grown a good 15% longer and even somehow wider. So dark, it blends into the almost slimy wall with the rest of the room, as she only focuses on trying to remain as comfortable as she could. Luckily this still just felt like an extra strong massage, nothing she couldn’t handle. Said massage relents once more, as if her room was taking a nice big inhale. Resting in her ball, not feeling like going through the effort of stretching her limbs to have them pulled back again, she waits. Eventually, the next squeeze does come, and ready for this one to be over with the MUTO simply relaxes as the pressure squeezes into her from all sides. As expected, the pressure grows, and she manages to handle it all the same. The thing she doesn’t expect however, is how she’s suddenly pressed forward, as her head seems to slide through the wall!\n\nSeeming to literally break through, the MUTO’s eyes and front face squish in surprise. Pressed in all directions, things are wet and moist, yet very narrow. Instinctively, she tries to twist and turn her face to find room before suddenly, she realizes this seems familiar. Tight like a tunnel and with this different aroma, the MUTO realizes not only has she been here before, but she was here just yesterday! Unsure why exactly, it seemed her surroundings were trying to push her through.\n\nOn the outside, Mariana’s back lips rest towards the bottom of her crevice; lips just barely bulging out downwards. Seemingly as calm as ever, it’s straight deeper inside that Mariana feels the change. A mass of weight wedges itself through the opposite end of her tunnel. Opening her up, it feels just a bit higher up then she expected, yet it still remains lodged in the lower middle of her body: Lodged within the front of her hips.\n\nAs open as ever, it’s no use even trying to stop the MUTO’s birth by flexing her vagina the same way she worked the rabbit in. Oh yeah, that rabbit’s technically still buried in there , a quick thought of interest crosses her mind. But a head wiggle in her crotch brings her attention back.\n\nThat’s right focus! I need a plan. Flexing my vagina ? It’s almost like all those muscles in her body disappeared with how numb and dilated she has become. Not only that, but she doubted that little motion would do much compared to the other hundreds of pounds of her horse body, trying to push the whole MUTO out of her ass. However, it may not be the best, but she does at least have a plan B.\n\nAs strange and weird a feeling as they come, she begins to fight her instincts. Squeezing whatever hip and rear muscles she can, desperately she tries to clench her buttox. “My body must,” she finishes her words in thought, think you’reeee a foal. She manages to just barely slow down the next push so that the MUTO only slides another inch through her tight pathway. Oddly enough, it feels so small, yet so big compared to the rest of her.\n\nThe round of contractions die down for a moment.\n\nMariana, the horse that she is, huffs in place. Head bobbing with each long breath, she takes in as much oxygen and releases as much carbon dioxide as she can. On all fours with a now just barely smaller belly, the mare looks as normal as usual. It’s only her senses that tell her of the change that occurred. How the head of the MUTO is resting, buried deep inside beneath her tail. “I just ne- * huhhhh *, nneed to hold you inside… You’re no, foal. Ughh , you need to stay innn- * huff *, longer.” The words slide whenever she can get them out. Unable to recover completely, her body prepares to begin pushing again.\n\n Inside the action, the MUTO remains where it is. Fortunately, the old dampness helps moisten things up a little. Unfortunately, Mariana didn’t want to let MUTO get out of her so easily. Two bare naked ass cheeks, each bigger than the MUTO’s head, flex and tighten, giving them a more firm and oval like appearance. Indenting on the furthest ends, the brown haired glutes narrow, pressing against one another. Yet that’s just what’s visible. Inside the pressure grows, trying to cave into the horse’s lower passageway. With her vagina somewhat below her glutes, it does a decent job blocking her exitway at that, but it’s clearly not gonna be enough. With her tail lifted up ever so slightly from her ass’s numb exposition, through the next painful contraction, the MUTO still manages to slide through her heavy tunnel like wet concrete.\n\n“ DAmmit ,” Mariana groans through closed teeth. Sure she was slowing things down, but as clear as day the MUTO slides through her hips further, growing ever closer to the exit of her pussy. A few clenches later, and that grey snout may very well be wearing a brown horse haired goatee. Spreading her warm inner flesh wider with each push, as narrow as her back hole was relative to the MUTO and her ass, the rest of her body was fighting her all too much. After all, it was still a birth canal built for this kind of thing. Maybe the rest of the MUTO will be too big to get out? Hope tries to calm the physically stressed animal, yet Mariana knows that hope is unjustified. The MUTO Queen will already be partly out of me by then. She fights through another tightening of her abdomen as the grey snout is pushed closer to her tail. She could just fall out of my ass by that point.\n\n“Come on, think, thinkkkkk ,” she growls to the grass below. “How can I fix this?” The last thing she needs is this creature to die in the wild because of her body's impromptu mistake. She looks out into the woods for a solution, looking for some form of outside help. Seeing nothing but trees and bushes still, as expected, nothing answers her worries. “Come on come on,” she tries to cross her back legs, but finds herself unable to halt the creature like last time when she was resting on her side. If anything, the MUTO’s advance just presses her hips further apart.\n\nThe pressure builds, but it still won’t be enough. “Theres gotta be something,” she pleads, desperate to not leak out anymore of the creature inside. Bushes, trees, bushes, trees, grass, dirt, rocks, birds, leaves, “wait! ahhh,” as an idea forms, the wiggling kaiju, slithering forward another centimeter reminds her she can’t wait too long. “ I think I got it,” left eye winced closed, the wet grey snout threatens to reach the air behind her ungroomed tail.\n\nTo get her plan in action, she was going to have to move. Back legs crossed and buttox flexed, the mare waddles like a four legged duck. Obviously, it’s quite the awkward site for what used to be a graceful horse. While she wishes it weren’t the case at times, times like this make her feel glad she’s the only sentient horse that exists, out in the middle of the forest like this. Tip-toe *clomp* through tip–toe *clomb*, her legs remain as close to her center line of gravity as possible. Funny enough, it almost looks as if she were struggling to hold a real big piss in. Not too far off, there’s something much greater and solid that she continuously struggles to contain.\n\n* Slurk *- “ mmm ,” she groans in frustration as the neck of the MUTO joins its head inside her rear. At this point she’s unsure if the snout has even reached the air beneath her tail at this point. With so much mass in her womb, and narrow tunnel, she’s not exactly able to pinpoint every feature of the creature. Everything just sort of becomes one massive overwhelming intrusion, especially when it's within her loosened genitals like this. Sure she wraps around the kaiju from top to bottom, but like a tingling in your arm, it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where the kaiju’s snout begins, and its curled back legs end. Still, Mariana thinks the queen is still fully contained inside her body for the time being. Slowly losing her grip however, relief washes over her like a pool as her target shows itself. “Eureaka,” she exhales, seeing the low hanging smooth branch once again.\n\n“Long time no see,” the mare mutters to the unconscious tree arm. Speeding up through tiny steps, she struggles her way up to the wooden feature. Unlike before, her tail barely wags behind her rear though each step. However, her tail does manage to do one thing different, albeit uncontrollably. Closing the distance, her tail suddenly flicks… outwards, away from Mariana!\n\nParting from her ass like a massive passing of gas, something manages to press into her tail, building it out. It doesn’t stop there. Remaining in the way, it holds her tail outwards continuously, as if some sort of rock were wedged under there. With a look of distraught, Mariana knows what that is. It’s a slip in control. Fighting with as little control as she has, her abdomen took it on itself to give her womb, and in a result the MUTO, another strong squeeze. Not even caring a little bit about the fact that Mariana was still ‘walking’, it continued doing its job, and squeezed out more of the small kaiju.\n\n“ Dammmn,” the words squeeze out of Mariana’s mouth. Long haired mohawk dips down. It’s impossible for her to squeeze her back legs any tighter. In actuality, all she seems to be doing is trying to crush the MUTO at this point. No use, she figures, finally relaxing her stance just a little bit. Her legs stand just a bit more vertically, once more directly between her cheeks and the dirt. Unable to pull the MUTO back in at all, crushing it with her crotch wouldn’t do either of them any good. Out of her control, her tail starts to shift and turn. Like it had a mind of its own, the bump presses it left and right. Yet still completely covered, the long hairs remain the only thing visible.\n\nHead still secure, the MUTO’s eyes on the hand, finally see something that isn’t just the tight fleshy tunnel it's ever known. Well… besides the obvious room it's always been a part of, but even that interior looked pretty much the same. The only difference was this area was wetter, much tighter, and smellier.\n\nSaid wet inner flesh continues to suffocate both sides, top and bottom of the MUTO’s face. Smooth against its young scale like skin, it’s a strong grip, but one that remains overly snug, vs hard and painful. The MUTO’s dark black eyes remain inside Mariana’s dense area, looking at the small opening. Mostly round, it’s still too dark to see anything, but a sort of shadowed light manages to just slip through. Fortunately for the MUTO, with eyes trained in the darkness since birth (from the egg), it’s enough to make out the almost black lines that squiggle and shift up ahead. That, and she’s able to actually see a bit of her surroundings.\n\nInside the narrow tunnel, the flesh that squishes and squeezes into the kaiju, easily muffling any sounds as if she were 30 feet below water, looks smooth. ‘Stretched’ is more accurate, as while there are no bumps or folds in the lining, it seems like the MUTO’s body is the only cause of this. Likely, this area is folded into itself, comfortably much smaller most of the time. Glancing ahead right towards where the opening is seems to only confirm the MUTO’s hypothesis, as light folds of this flesh try to close in front of the MUTO’s snout. It fails, but where it’s the brightest, is where she’s able to just see where the pink flesh scrunches up, seeming to wiggle and shift just a little bit. Eye’s on top of the creature's long triangular head, it’s only a curve of her head into her nostrils that allows the slightest of give that allows her to see any of this. In fact, oddly enough, with her right eye completely covered, it’s just her left eye that seems to be able to see anything at all. And even then, she’s only able to see just below the moist walls that coats over 98% of her vision. Another squeeze, and while her vision becomes completely blocked again, the end of her snout suddenly feels an opening.\n\nWrapping around the end of her snout like a muzzle, her grey nose breaches into the open space beyond. Unknown to the MUTO that she was still within the large asscheeks of a horse, and ignoring the fact that 99% of her body was still buried deeper inside said horse, this was the most freeing feeling the MUTO Queen had ever experienced. So what her shoulders were entering and getting squished in that same far too tight tube her neck and head found itself in, this was where all of her attention was focused. Not gripped and held in the wet darkness, the end of her face was actually squeezing beyond this particularly dense area, and into the forgiving area beyond. Sure, the unknown to it “tail” was still in the way, wrapping around and blocking even this part of her from being ‘beyond’ the mare, but everything is relative in life.\n\nPressed against the MUTO’s nose, the dry and prickly thing is pulled against its snout. Scratchy, it’s quite different compared to what the Queen has ever known. With the exception of the tunnel it partially still finds itself in, everything has been relatively consistent in texture and feel: Slick, almost sweety in substance, warm, and stretched around the MUTO till the inner skin was smooth, things have always remained tight, yet comfortable. Yet besides the still warm yet slightly ‘fresh’, almost ‘light’ air that manages to slide through in the shadow of the Mare, this strange extension of air is the opposite of what the MUTO has known to find reluctant comfort in.\n\nBreaking new grounds, she wiggles and turns her nose, trying to snake her way forward, or at least investigate some more. The action is mostly pointless as besides a light *scratchy* like substance sliding over her nose, she still can’t really turn her head at all. Still held deeper inside, with an unusually extra heavy weight squeezing into and pressing against her cheeks on each side, she takes a moment to enjoy the new opportunity. Nostrils reaching out just beyond the ring that so tightly suffocates the rest of her movements, she takes this moment to breath in some new air, with one nice big wind swishing * iiinnnnnhaaaalleeeee. *\n\nMariana’s glances back curiously for a moment, as her ass seems to take a large breath. Now that’s not something you see everyday.\n\n‘Lighter’ than usual, the air feels quite different in its lungs. As if the air were filtered or something, it almost seems to slightly scratch her lungs as it slides through. Where usually the air felt damp to the MUTO, here it was like drinking a diet soda vs a regular soda. Still musky, but with just a tiny bit more ‘fresh air’ mixed in. Yet, not only did the air feel different, but it smelled different too. More scented, there’s still an odd mix of aromas, all of which appear foreign and strange to the creature's senses: Some pleasant, some unpleasant. But again, its senses focus once more on its sense of touch.\n\nPulling the long hairs towards its face like some dry waterboarding, the thing wraps tightly around the MUTO’s snout. Hugging tightly, it seals against the animal’s unseen and surrounding smaller, yet dense rear brown hairs. The tail scratches the MUTO’s bare skin moreso. It’s itchy. It’s prickly. With black shadows of flesh covering the MUTO’s view, it tries to wiggle the snout once more. Yet just barely poking inches beyond its home/hole, still not even reaching further than the horse’s cheeks, the event is once again a failing struggle.\n\nTiny side to side shifts prickle its face, as its next smaller yet necessary inhales only add to it. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but like a hair on your nose that you just can’t reach, it’s quite uncomfortable. Freedom feels nice, but it also kind of enjoys the smooth comfort it's ever known. Things are warm, snug of course, and smooth along the rest of its still concealed body.\n\nNot inhaling anymore, the tail shifts away from the MUTO’s lead as a result of some reflex above the MUTO’s noggin. The weird dark brown feature wiggles, and waves effortlessly against the MUTO’s snout some more. To the smaller animal, it’s still an odd change compared to everything else that’s been tight and narrow in its life. But what’s different now, is when pushed side to side enough, just barely slivers of light slice through.\n\nStill far too covered inside the tunnel and out, what reveals itself is far too blurry to make anything out, yet the colors of what most know as ‘green’ and an almost ‘yellow’ light seem to glare into the creature's pupils. While appearing warm and pleasant, even this tiny glimpse of the outside world is blinding for its untrained eyes. Far too used to just barely being able to make out the shifting walls in the inner black darkness of a heavy multihundred pound meat filled and brown hair covered mammal, this is quite the sudden shift from literal 1 to 80.\n\nWincing, the MUTO’s surprisingly glad its eyes are still protected behind the covering mass of flesh. Its snout on the other hand… it will try to keep stiff for the time being. The less it pokes the prickly material, the less it scrapes its smooth snout.\n\nIts world begins to move as the horse walks. With a heavy, ear canal filling * swash * and * swish*, the heavy hairy mounds that press in from beyond the animal’s left and right cheek begin to take turns shifting and bobbing. The motion seems familiar to when the MUTO was further back in the narrow tube she found herself in. Back then, it was just some unseen, barely felt motion buried ahead somewhere. Now however, each rise and lift of her surroundings, change her upper world as her captor begins to walk once more.\n\nThe walls tightly resist sliding up and down against the MUTO Queen’s gripped cheeks. They seem to try to rotate the queen’s head clockwise and counterclockwise in the middle lips, yet she remains far too heavily secured to rotate at all. Like stiff shelves, up above on each side the horse’s rear, which holds the MUTO, rises up and down with each seemingly heavier thump of her hooves. Directly above the still hidden snout, the base of the tail seesaws side to side, waving and appearing ready to fall off any second. Yet it remains connected to the base of the mare’s hard upper rear, and lower back of course. Staying put, buried inside whatever animal it is as it adjusts, the MUTO Queen’s snout is forced to slide and scrape against the tail once more- as it wafts side to side through each clenched step.\n\nThe slick fleshy innards take turns trying to ride up on one of the MUTO’s cheeks, while falling down on the other. Pressure still pressing in through the walls, the hairy extension begins to flap back and forth slightly against the snout. Itchy, the scent of the MUTO’s whole life remains strong to her nose, yet new aromas, some pleasant and some slightly unpleasant, continue to waft through.\n\n“ Almost there ,” Mariana mutters out, wincing through every delicate clomp. While she was only some 15 feet away, she might as well have been 15 meters away with how carefully she was balancing the creature inside. Partially in her womb, partially in her pussy, and now even partially inside her asscrack, not only did she feel the weight spread out through her body, but she felt her control losing its grip more and more by the second. Another contraction tightens her underbelly, and she’s surprised she doesn’t loosen it entirely. Fortunately, it's weaker than the last one, only sliding the MUTO another half an inch through and out of her ass.\n\nA slim sliver of some liquid slides down her stretched black lips, trickling down towards the ground. Not one of pleasure, it probably has something to do with her body’s intentions. Why can’t my body just listen to me? She wobbles another delicate few steps forward, dirt sliding along her bony hooves. This isn’t a foal! The kaiju isn’t ready yet!\n\nContinuing towards the tree in front of her with stressed desperation, no longer does she go for the low hanging branch. Game time decision in the making, with the MUTO now partially out of her body, she’ll need to use a different part of the tree to get the creature at least back inside.\n\nRoots of the tree that snake through the dirt get kicked by bony feet. Some shards of dirt brown roots shave off, flying in the air. Quickly tip-toing and taking as short steps as the mare can manage, she tries to shimmy her way towards the base of the structure. Another push or two longer, and she doubts she’ll be able to walk anymore. With her undercarriage beginning to flex once more, she practically sprints through her careful waddle.\n\n“Ok ok I’m here I’m here,” she whispers to the tree. Quickly spinning herself around, she sashays her naked body up to the base. Branch now stretching far beyond her, the mare darts to the base. Inner muscles beginning to uncontrollably tighten and flex once more, her ass feels literally stretched open. “Nooo not yet,” she winces with squinted eyes before reversing herself around. “Almossst,” her abdomen tightens, “there!” She grunts, as her middle narrows once more.\n\nWith an uncontrollable exhale, she practically growls as her belly periodically shrinks down to when she was only 4 months pregnant. With a heavy internal force, the MUTO inside is of course squeezed backwards, ‘crapped’ through her birth canal. Fortunately, while cutting it a bit late, Mariana is able to make it just in the nick of time.\n\nBaring her ass towards the base of the tree, with urgency, she lunges her naked ass against the tree bark coated structure. With a powerful inner squeeze and push, the inner workings of her pregnant body give everything to push out the MUTO. However, it's her insides turn, to feel something not go according to plan.\n\nDelicately yet heavily * Smacking * her nude ass into the tree, her rear cheeks press against the wooden base. Large and firm, the hairs on her naked rear do a good job cushioning the blow. However, the force she jams herself back with is enough to even scrape the massive horse's skin underneath. Fortunately, the fat and mass she sports is enough to evenly spread the impact along her cheeks. A slight signal of impact spreads along and throughout her cheeks. Nothing painful, but it’s enough to almost make her clench all the holes in her crevice. Snout lifting, it’s quite uncomfortable to the pregnant mare, yet it does the trick. Just she hopes that part at least didn’t bump or bother the MUTO too much.\n\nInside the chaos, the MUTO feels its world shimmy and shake with pure sporadic chaos. Tossing and turning, if it wasn't held so securely and tightly in the heavy flesh, it would quite literally feel like being a ball in a game of bingo. Its world bobs up and down, and shakes side to side with chaos unlike anything the young animal had ever witnessed before. Enough to make the MUTO dizzy, it just tries to hold its entire body spun around, along with the body it's encompassed in. Ears still moist and now sticky filled, the flesh bobs and wetly sucks against its cheeks and neck. Yet as discombobulating as it is, that’s still not even the bad part. The bad part comes in the tail.\n\nWhile the bobbing and shaking scratched its snout much more against the string like appendage, it was easily ignored for the moment the way the MUTO’s world bounced out of control in this wild roller coaster. However, what isn’t easily ignored, is the way the tail suddenly becomes much harder, as it suddenly presses against the MUTO’s snout.\n\n“ Guurrrr - ahhhhh !” Mariana shouts out, louder than even she suspected as her body deals with an odd stalemate. Middle flexing strongly, her insides push back with everything they have. Her body still only has one goal in mind; try to push the MUTO further out of Mariana’s small tube with everything it has. Yet as her insides squeeze, tightening Mariana’s face and even throat in the process, she’s- fortunately - no match for the solid wood behind her. Standing firm, she leans back, making sure things stay this way. Pushing the MUTO out so hard, the bump in her tail actually seems to press the creature back into her. Sure, she’s trying to push it out, but as heavy and strong as the multi hundred pound mare is, the tree is much heavier, and stronger.\n\nPressed between a rock and a hard place, the tail becomes pinned against the bark structure and the MUTO’s snout. Similarly pressed between a rock and a firm place, lies the MUTO’s body and nose. On one side the MUTO’s snout is flexed further outwards through pounds of heavy muscle, pressing and working it forward. On the other side however, this time a tree intrudes, making the tail suddenly appear rock solid. Enough to even lean Mariana forward, she has to remind herself to put her front hooves down into the dirt, and push herself backwards against her irritated innards.\n\nIt’s uncomfortable. Her body tells her it wants the MUTO out, but she doesn’t allow it. The grip along her belly and spine, even down inside her hips begins to feel inflamed. It’s tough, but she stays strong as she continues to force her ass backwards. Sliding back, whatever progress this recent contraction makes, is quickly canceled out as the MUTO remains held firm back inside. Yet not only does she nullify her abdomen's wishes, but as the tightening fades, and as the muscles along her womb finally subside, she stays strong in this battle, and finds herself able to keep pushing.\n\nGrunting like that of a wild animal, it quite literally feels like a war with herself. But numb and already growing used to the entire commotion, she finds strength. With it, Mariana doesn’t stop, pressing her ass even further backwards into the tree.\n\nThe MUTO stiffly slides back into the dense moisturized area. The walls are slick, but she has so much weight back there, it’s an effort to work the Queen back inside. And most importantly, she needs to remain careful not to hurt the strong yet young animal. As her insides rest again completely between the last and next contraction, she finds some give in herself, sliding the snout back through her cheeks grip, and back into the smaller grip of her black lips.\n\nAlmost burning the walls within her vagina, it’s uncomfortable, yet she still manages to back up even further, forcing the MUTO even further back inside her. Sure this probably wasn’t uncomfortable for the Queen within her butt cheeks (quite unroyally), but she simply had to do what she had to do. And that simply involved jamming her ass backwards.\n\nHer rear cheeks become slightly forced apart. Slowly, with a wet and heavy * SLICKKKK *, she manages to go against her body's wishes, and actually slides the MUTO’s snout an inch inside the outside of her ring. It’s painful, and feels oddly as backwards as hell, yet it happens. Uncomfortable against her delicate lips, that suddenly seem to be able to taste the hard wood compared to their usual numbness, she seeks the MUTO inside herself fully once more- for the time being. Through this rough internal battle, this is the first time she’s able to actually get the upper hand on her unwilling birth.\n\n“Ooo- k ,” she stops, unmoving yet stiffly holding her ass pressed and firm against the tree. The horse * huffs*, ‘neighing’ her nose as if there were dry bubbles in there. Out in the open forest, surrounded by the green trees above and bird chirpings- including a distant woodpecker- she stands there against a tree. Awkwardly, not only does her back end stand close against a base, but it quite literally presses into it, perking her rear up just slightly. Her hooves scrape over the dirt only a few inches, as she makes sure her ass remains as pressed against the tree as possible. Suffocating her middle, it does.\n\nDelicately balancing the mass hidden beneath her tail, each of her cheeks only manages to lightly scrape the bark behind. If she were to shimmy her naked ass side to side, the wood would be firm enough to even scrape her skin through her ass hairs- more so then the bush to her shins. Yet for the time being, there’s no reason for her to do that. No, just catching her breath is what matters for a second. So, she huffs into the open air on the other side of her rear through this checkpoint of a stalemate.\n\n(A couple seconds earlier)\n\nIf a person were to press the palms of their hands tightly against their ears, then they’d almost hear what filled the MUTO’s ear canals. That sound, muffled three times as much, wet, and with many large distant inner workings of a horse’s body leaking through, would finally start to match everything that fills the MUTO Queen eardrums. So heavily clogged deeper within the glutes of brown mare, all those pounds of flesh muffle any other sound of the outside world that its ears might get a whiff of. Even as her nose is free. Yet soon enough, even that small glimpse of the outside world seems to disappear, as suddenly, that irritatingly itchy tail presses hard against the MUTO’s snout, with the weight of a horse.\n\nJamming into the end of the MUTO, the pressure was quite uncomfortable. Frankly, even slightly painful. While young, at least the MUTO was still fortunate it had the body of a kaiju. Which meant that it could at least handle the assault on its face. Tail spreading to block out the slivers of light on the creature’s narrow peripherals, things grew darker once again. Not dark like where it came from, but dark like a heavy shadow 4 feet below sea water.\n\nHaving known nothing but the cramped depths of the mare’s birth canal and womb, the MUTO was no stranger to dark and tight places. Yet even this was enough to bring about a tiny sliver of a new emotion; claustrophobia. Worrisome like a bite of a bad apple, the MUTO wants to wiggle its protruding snout within the wrapping horse’s tail, yet the weight and scratch of the horse’s hanging feature keep the snout firmly in place. Depending on how you look at it, that would soon turn into either a good or bad thing as the pressure grows stronger and stronger.\n\nFace aimed straight like an arrow, the grown snout of the MUTO begins to push back into the creature’s face. Strong boned, and with nowhere to go, of course things begin to lead the MUTO back into its slick and narrow home. Burrowing backwards, with no say whatsoever mind you, a wet yet sticky * slip* fills the creature's eardrums. Her surroundings feel like a tight yet firm waterslide as the sound of moving compression assaults the kaiju’s ears. Loud and overwhelming, yet fortunately not painful, the few inches wide walls seem to slide forward as the MUTO’s shoulders once again enter the womb in the darkness her back is already in. Sliding back a similar few inches, the cave begins to welcome the MUTO back home once more.\n\nMushy flaps begin to cover the eyes within the grey head once more. Blurry the sliver is so small, the MUTO can just barely make out the shadow of a vertical sliver. Yet even that misty view seems to blend with the dark pink flesh, making it hard to decipher the difference between the wet dark flesh and the dry dark brown tail hanging beyond. At this point, just the very end of her air dried and sticky snout pokes out from within the warm asscheeks. With one ‘stroke of light’ in the darkness, at least now her face barely brushes the uncomfortable appendage hanging beyond. Gotta take your victories where you can.\n\nContinuing on and on, the MUTO is buried further deeper inside the flesh within the mass. With it, the hole which welcomes her shifts and molds around the remaining MUTO. More covered up, mostly felt by Mariana, the deeper depths shift and mold all the same. Buried within the crevice, with every inch the MUTO slides deeper into the mare’s body, the outer lips closer and closer together. Soon, the tree bark presses firmly against the tail, into the gelatinous black lips, as even Mariana’s hairy inner crack seems to cover the tip of the nostrils covered snout.\n\nConfused, Mariana’s body subsides itself for a bit longer than usual for the time being. It tells Mariana of an uncomfortable pain which lingers. As if her entire insides in front of and within her hips were strained and inflamed, clearly they only had one direction in mind for the ‘foal’ to go. This? This was against her biological wishes. Standing there in place, for that very reason, Mariana’s ass and insides remain forced as open and dilatedly ‘relaxed’ as can be. With her back hooves finally separated from one another a decent two feet, it still oddly feels like someone was able to pull her back cheeks apart. The strange part being, how it seems to tear her open from the inside.\n\nSo, in this odd purgatory she remained. Neck stretched forward, she huffs pounds of air. She’s lucky she’s able to regroup some energy before once again, the muscles of her body begin to flex, starting up the next round of contractions.\n\nGripping her middle with the inner workings of a horse, Mariana “ grunts” heavily as a circle squeezes around her body. Like a lower body inhale, it shrinks in diameter just a little bit. As if to make up for the recent ‘failure’, her body decides to give extra in this attempt to birth the animal inside. Eyes wincing almost closed, Mariana’s head turns on her neck awkwardly once more. Nose almost parallel to the ground, her ass tries to separate itself even more as even her tube feels like it's waving towards the exit. Yet through the inner turmoil and assault, the creature remains lodged just where she is, within the hole of Mariana’s hip bone. Tree in the way, the point of pressure remains pressed against the tail, which remains pressed against the tree.\n\nDropping her head until closed eyes are only inches away from the light grass and dirt below, she allows her insides to push and ‘birth’ with all they have. Painful, seeming to even slightly burn her insides, she’s glad her plan works as her hips continue to push with everything, yet the MUTO remains balanced firmly inside. This time, she doesn’t even lose an inch of her pregnancy. Nothing but a singly goopy drop of a light milky lite substance falls down to the ground.\n\nSure, the snout pushing against the tree tries to push Mariana forward, but she still had the weight of her entire horse body on her side. Pressing against the dirt lightly, that’s easily enough to overcome her birthing muscles. So, now with momentum on her side, she’s able to just bear the effort for the time being until once again, the contraction dies down.\n\n“ Feeewww ,” she calmly exhales. Head lifting only slightly, her eyes rotate towards the lower branches. Neck still hanging downwards, the mare looks out at nothing in particular as her innards calm down. Still on all four long legs, her other end still tries to weakly wrap around the large tree behind. Being the horse that she is, the bark feels dry and uncomfortable against her crevice. Especially where it’s most delicate, as it seems to poke through her tail at times . Yet it’s not only because of the size of the tree that the bark does reach further inside her spread crevice. Nope, it’s a small round point, maybe a tenth the size of her round rear diameter, that returns and carries a point of pressure. Not one to wait, it's this point of pressure that Mariana utilizes, as her legs all begin to lean backwards.\n\nTunnel as open as can be, she’s at least getting used to all this. Even so, it's still quite the feeling to feel the creature inside go back into her in reverse. Pressing back, using the weight of the tree mixed with her own weight, slowly she manages to slide back, pressing her naked ass further against the wood. Her tail begins to smoothen and compress even more, tightly pressing deeper inside her mucky crevice. In return, she feels the neck and head of the MUTO slide further back through her from which it came. Back into her rounding undercarriage, where it belongs.\n\nCalmly the mare grunts and exhales, “urr-ahhhh.” Still uncomfortable against her body's momentarily non resisting wishes, it feels good at least mentally to feel her control over the situation grow. Each inch she manages to get the MUTO back in there, more of it disposes back into her womb, where things are the safest. That’s the home base, and no part of the harsh surrounding nature could get to the MUTO then. That is, without literally going through the defensive horse first. “Don’t worry,” long chin rises, “my womb will keep you nice and safe again in no time. ” Safe inside her calm clutches.\n\nPressing back so forcefully, bark begins to poke through her tail, pressing against her lips and even her asshole above. It’s enough to break through her sense of numbness, reflectively initiating a clench or two. Mostly shifting her black donut above, it does suck the MUTO in another millimeter at least. Still however, as uncomfortable as it may be for her, and maybe even the MUTO, she needs to remain a bit aggressive right now.\n\nThe next time her contractions act up, only a little bump of the snout remains outside of her butt lips. Completely blocked off from any light by her tail, the slanted nostrils and ending mouth are just buried within the mare’s buttcheeks. Each one molds tightly against and around like someone lying within two grassy hills. Taking a quick step back, Mariana leans back, this time with her head back, as she braces through her lower belly’s next push.\n\nAgain her underbelly lifts higher with a flex, closer towards her back as she tries to push out the kaiju from her woman hole. Yet again, the tree easily brunts the added force. With no movement, only a * slick * wet yet sticky sound is heard. The cause of the weird suction sound is completely hidden from the outside world as her tunnel flexes. Yet of course, the snout and the rest of the Kaiju remains lodged inside her ass. 22 seconds later, and the wave passes.\n\n “My turn,” she breathes out a bit laboriously, not caring about the irony that it’s ‘her turn’ against herself. Taking action, she backs her hooves up once more. This time, as far back as she can go until she’s forced to lean forward slightly, she does the opposite of her earlier actions, and actually widens her stance. Stretching beyond her hips, her back legs form a triangle with the ground. Her cheeks turn, aiming towards her tail above, and apart from one another where they mix in with her large legs. Her tail hangs in the middle, more separated from her lower glutes. Carefully sliding back, she backs her legs up beyond the tree, until her hooves are somewhat even on each side of the wooden structure. One even awkwardly balances on another small root.\n\nWrapping around the base of the giant plant, she presses the inside of her ass back into the wood with as much force as she can muster. Unable to see it, she feels her lips kiss the back of her tail like a teenager with passion, as the bark pokes and presses through her tail. Leaning forward and even downwards just a tad, she keeps the pressure on her crotch.\n\n Black lips pressed, even getting poked just barely inside, she forces the last of the MUTO completely back into her body. It scratches and even stabs at her sensitive area slightly, but she has to do what she has to do. Baring her crotch through the thin long hairs, she focuses more on the mass that matters. Wedging the MUTO back in, which reflectively flinches inside the narrow tunnel, it’s as if she were taking in a football back there. Remaining open as can be, it’s no easy task to take the full foal sized MUTO back inside her depths. Still, she manages to fit it back within her, as the round tip of grey shrinks inside the wrinkled foil of her inner pink lips. Yet as she gets the snout back inside, she continues to only press her rear back, further and harder into the tree until both lips of her backside are forced to flatten.\n\n Unsatisfyingly not able to ‘get enough’ of the MUTO back inside, her ass struggles to spread any farther around the wide wood. Her ass feels ripped slightly. Frankly, pressing against the structure more than it spreads her at this point, she opens every part of her backside as much as she’s able to. Yet that small separation of her haired covered body isn’t too critical. It's the lower and middle part of her that really presses flat against the curve of the wood.\n\n Wide lips buried underneath her tail, she lifts her rear to really get her lips flush against the now firm tail. Sticky from before, yet moist from her bowel’s birth attempt, most of her pink flesh separates, pressing as wide as her insides can against the solid mass. Not much in reality, every little bit feels major to the mare. The reason being, is that for every little bit she separates her womanhood, she also manages to ‘reach’ deeper, and nudge the round snout further back inside its home. Even as all of this only happens to a small portion of the large mare’s entire body, to her each tiny shift feels more than significant.\n\n Her next contraction sneaks up on her. Snout lifting up and off to the left with some wincing in her expression, the mare continues to hold her lower crotch jammed against the base of the tree. Like a wave, her guts begin to shift. Feeling the weight transfer just a few inches back inside, the pain doesn’t feel as bad as usual as her next wave of contractions flex her innards once more, resisting the advance of the foal inside.\n\n“Ya how does that feel,” she taunts her own body through gritted teeth. Having dealt with this losing war, she grows proud to really be winning this unnatural battle against her body. Dominating, every flex and push of her body becomes virtually useless in trying to get the animal through her vagina. Remaining firm and strong, all it manages to do is dilate her tunnel, swelling it if anything, but not even able to open it anymore as she presses her crotch firmly into the wood with a wet * shlink * that wetly sounds out like a sponge from underneath her pressed tail.\n\nThe more time passes, the more her contractions fail. As they eventually die down, and as she leans away from the tree, this time the muto remains relaxed. The pressure remains heavy like a very weighted blanket. Still inside the warmth, its snout remains buried just inside Mariana’s closed personal tunnel.\n\n The muscles in her undercarriage grow dull. Growing a tad bit weaker, these are no cardiac muscles. For that reason, the weight of the MUTO almost seems to drag from above her knees. It’s an odd feeling, but it’s easily lost in the mix of other odd feelings she's felt this past year. Hell, even though the MUTO still shifts and squirms inside her nethers ever so slightly, like an animal’s breathing she doesn’t even pay that any attention for the moment. Ready to wrap things up, she remains preoccupied for the time being.\n\nQuick to take action, her hooves change directions, leading the mare forward. Ready to finish this, like a marathon runner at the final stretch she verbally tells the air, “just need to take things home now.” The end of the branch only remains another 8 slight belly swaying steps away. Her hips seesaw, and her cheeks rise and fall just a tad bit more loosely than before. Yet things still seem a bit stiffer than usual in the middle. Imagining x-ray vision, it’s not hard to imagine where between those legs the MUTO’s stiff body remains lodged inside. Mostly curled up inside the big ball in the middle, its head and neck force the mare’s hips to compensate around with wider steps. Like a deformed rod it goes straight through the middle, slightly bottom half of her, dispensing largely into that swollen round and hairy underbelly. That part sways a bit more naturally, even as bloated as it is.\n\n Soon enough, the still very solid mare reaches her mark. Just in time too. Only a few seconds to spare . Through a different form of ‘practice’ that occurred, believe it or not, only 20 or so minutes ago, she’s able to line herself up quite efficiently. Flicking her tail to the side without arms, there’s only a brief moment of her almost regular black lips.\n\nAlmost closed fully as normal, there’s just two things slightly off about the horse’s privates. One being how full and large they appear. Almost like they were juiced up with water (or blood), they seem almost puffy. Maybe some 10-15% bigger than usual. Expanding her back entrance/exit, the other strange part would be that small bit of pink flesh that still remains exposed. Parted slightly, even with the slight inflation, things deeper inside should be covered and hidden within her mounds. Yet something deeper inside, still forces the outer portion of the mare slightly agape, just barely showing a glimpse of the steamy insides. Widening her lower lips sideways just slightly, it may still be buried within the pink flesh, yet the MUTO’s long and especially wide snout still leaves its mark. Fortunately for Mariana, that just makes the next part of things easy, as with haste, she backs herself into the protruding brown branch.\n\nStill somehow just a tad bit darker than the rest of the tree from her last ‘experience’ with the thing, most of the branches' once dark appearance has already dried up from the open air and dim sunlight. It’s only the very round end that still remains unusually dark like a day after rainfall. Besides that, now the only thing that remains exactly the same, is its smooth and round appearance. Perfect for the mare, with her lips already partially opened, it works its way through her like a butter knife.\n\nGrrrrrrr , an almost growl-like grunt tickles through the horse’s long throat. Enough to even vibrate her neck, shaking the hairs around it quickly. Cylinders of throat muscles manage to bulge the thick hairs. On the opposite side, out of her view, her backdoor flesh swallows its second object at once. Sliding through her walls, it doesn’t even get the chance to really open her before it instantly comes into contact with the ‘first object’. Also round and just an inch smaller in size, the wood pokes the wide tip of the MUTO’s muzzle. In reaction, the nostrils flair out lung air.\n\n“Perfect timmmming ,” the throat muscles of the mare shift as the bottom of her gut goes through its next round of contraction. Out in the open air, while she may not be able to see everything going on, she sure as hell feels it. Straining and pushing everything towards her tunnel once more, it’s a little bit duller than past attempts. Strong enough to overwhelm Mariana without the branch in the way absolutely, but now she notes how a bunch of struggling muscles underneath her skin are growing quite overworked. Impatient and with her back hole open already, she decides to get a bit greedy and try something new to speed things up.\n\nSimilar to with the tree, her back hooves slowly glide over the dirt below. Carefully backing up, she leans forward for a moment until her back legs are in position. Then, once ready, she leans herself back, allowing the branch to press further through her delicate back lips.\n\nAlmost like an abomination, the muscles in her belly walls do not take kind to the treatment. Cramping her wide abdomen, the skin underneath her dark hairs begin to tremble. “ Oh ,” big round eyes on top of her snout wince, maybe this wasn’t the best idea . Having been pressing and squeezing her some 400 pound belly, the cramps seem to overly clench into the muscles themselves. Flipping things, it’s as if her insides were folding in on herself. Sharply inhaling,it’s enough to even tremor her tunnel and black lips as if they were just frightened. Stopping herself short from the cramping, that motion only managed to bury the MUTO another 2 inches inside. Still, progress is progress , even if verrry uncomfortable.\n\nWide thighs shift towards one another as her butt flexes to subdue the tension. “ Easssshy ,” she calls through clenched teeth, “take it easy now girl.” The mare’s eyelids cover her pupils as she clenches over the branch carefully. Whether she was coaching herself or her body is unknown, all she knows is that this cramping is as bad as her worst contraction. Another shift of her legs and hips take place as the girl adjusts, accidentally wedging the MUTO further through her another inch. Eyes clenching in premedicated worry, it’s surprising when the cramping doesn’t grow. No, already irritated, her womb walls almost seem to ignore this action as they continue to try to calm down; like ice on a stove.\n\nLikely never having stopped wiggling, at least a little, the MUTO takes this chance to really move. 6 legs and 2 arms stretch and begin to press out against the surrounding womb like a spider. Trying to push things out, the tight inner muscles of Mariana prevent even the smallest of bumps to breach her skin this time. Obviously things were still a bit tense with everything. However, Mariana definitely still feels things, as they’re enough to bump out her womb. It’s just that her skin and hair remain just too far away through her guts and flesh from her womb walls.\n\nWorrisome, Mariana exhales a sigh of relief as the limbs only seem to apply pressure to her cramps; calming and subduing them. “ Thank you ,” she whispers mostly to herself, not expecting that ‘help’ to have been intentional. Inhaling slowly this time, her head hovers another inch higher. The limbs inside press and push like that of a forceful massage. A bit painful how it presses into the knots in her abdomen, but the burn feels good as it eases the tension. Slowly, time cools things as well, as the fire inside begins to dwindle.\n\nGrowing dull like before, Mariana takes only another moment. She pants, “I gotta get this over with,” before carefully leaning back once more. Inside the inner half of her body, the MUTO tries to wiggle within her tight wall as the wood presses harder against its snout. Pushing into it once more, the surrounded creature begins to slide further inside Mariana’s darkness another inch. And then, something strange, yet convenient happens.\n\nHaving grown annoyed by this hard, irritable thing pressing against its face, the MUTO’s limbs shift closer towards the horse’s rear. Pulling itself back, its head slides into the womb. Sliding through, frankly too easy, Mariana’s eyes widen into circles. Open, yet cloudy with relief. It’s like a heavy pressure was just lifted off her wide shoulders, as the MUTO slips back out of her organic fleshlight with a light * pop*. Wet and slippery, even as her brown sturdy ears face outwards, just barely her inner ear drums are able to hear the sudden release she gladly feels.\n\nSounding even quieter than a whisper, a short “ wow ,” leaves her lips. Like a feather to a rock, it’s such a dichotomy compared to the past 30 minutes. Just barely her swollen belly shifts left down and right as its prodded about from the inside. Until the hanging almost curly hairs of her hanging gut calm, as her wide belly rounds once more. Standing like a statue, she doesn’t move any of her long legs. Or body, for that matter. Frankly, the only part of her that moves is her womb wall just barely, as it presses into the wiggles and small adjustments of the MUTO inside. “Good,” her closed eyelids seem to exhale a calm breath, “I got you now.” Still penetrated with the wooden branch, she feels a calmness wash over her horse body like never before. That is, at least until her contractions need to ruin things once more.\n\nClearly not getting the memo, the mare’s smooth get engorged underbelly begins to lift ever so slightly. Again, it’s still going to try to push out the MUTO . Squeezing the creature’s home once more, Mariana “ neighs ”, through blowing lips. The tight wave grips along the bottom and sides of her wide middle, trying to work the young Queen back through her body and towards her ass.\n\nPressing internally, while cramped within the strong womb walls as always, the MUTO was just finally beginning to relax. Yet as the pressure increases quickly, its surroundings once more try to unwillingly cram the MUTO back through the narrow tunnel again. Pressing along the back side of the creature more so than her front, it unfortunately does a good job of trying to funnel it towards the mare’s ass which lies on the other side once more. So good in fact, that in no time its grey face is molded and pressed back towards the ever stretching inner flesh of a dilating vagina.\n\n“Oh no, poor thing,” Mariana grunts heavily, feeling its limbs wiggling inside her wet dark pink tomb once more. Not only that, but the weight inside begins to press a bit closer towards her back legs. Trying to help, she slides her ass further over the branch, penetrating further between her hips. Maybe if she can get it to take up that empty space between, that will help keep the little yet large MUTO inside. Ignoring the now even weaker contractions, the small cramping is very manageable compared to earlier. So, her plan begins to work, as she manages to penetrate herself, working the wood just a bit deeper within the middle of her hips.\n\nAt the same time, her contraction continues to squeeze the muto’s heavily cramped body. Caught off guard and with the walls a bit too humid and slick, its arrow shaped head is of course forced into the one ‘give’, or rather, opening available. As its bent arms fail to pull itself, sliding along the slick inner membrane, it gets just a quick glance of where its head is going before its nose burrows its way through the slit, back through the tunnel. The tunnel that leads back towards Mariana’s gluttonous and hairy ass. The part of the mare that isn’t nearly as comfy as the warm- almost hot- waterlogged firm mattress it finds itself buried inside.\n\nEars filled with the wet * shlickk *, its face and snout becomes muzzled once more. Deeper inside, its wiggling and sliding limbs find no grip. And of course, it doesn’t help that it's barely able to bend its legs as is, due to how the small space forces its many joints to contract. At the mercy of the suffocating animal, it remains heavily trapped inside.\n\nUnhappy, the MUTO grunts and lightly growls itself now. Would it have liked freedom and to be in the open? Yes. But did it enjoy the harsh hairs, overly bright light, extra overly tight tunnel, and now wood jammed against its snout? No! With escape buried beyond hundreds of pounds of resistance, and a solid tree branch, it would rather just ball up in its cramped cave at this point. Much better than facing this great weight within this suffocating tunnel. Yet even as strong as the young kaiju is, it feels itself getting absolutely smothered by the crushing weight and pressure surrounding it. After all, while she may be a kaiju, the inside of an entire horse is still a very strong place to be in. So, it pushes back inside the fleshy box. But unable to fight things, its ‘saving grace’ comes from outside help, as the wooden branch unceremoniously presses back into its snout again.\n\nTwo groans of frustration grow louder: One groan rumbles into the open air, while the other one is a lot more muffled from within the back portion of said animal that groans into the open air. The inner unique organ of Mariana tingles with a light vibration. All the MUTO Queen wants to do is just curl back up at this point. The last thing it wants is to keep dealing with the fleshy pocket squeezing it anymore. Let alone whatever this hard thing was that it was forced to keep pressing its face into. To most of the animal kingdom, even at this size the MUTO Queen would be a scary force to be reckoned with. Hell, like a donkey to a wolverine, even a horse would be smart to flee if it ever came face to face with the young kaiju. But here, the young creature had the exact opposite of home court advantage. With every single direction suffocating any of her movements, and pressing in constantly with the entire weight of the inside of a horse, at this size it was virtually pinned from all directions. Far too much of a losing battle for the young predator. So much so, that as she presses out hard against the strong inner abdomen, her efforts are for naught as Mariana’s naughty bits overwhelm the MUTO like a river current that’s too strong. So, even as she pushes back from into her tiny fleshy ridden home, the inner workings of the horse only manage to press her harder against the wooden stump within the narrow flesh.\n\nReluctantly pushing the MUTO back towards the inner gateway of her backdoor, there’s not really anything else Mariana can do at the moment. Even as her birthing muscles weaken, too numbed and dilated, she just can’t control her body enough. While neither may particularly like it, she finds it best to just wait out this next contraction for the time being.\n\nFeeling half of the head of the creature pool back into the area with extra pressure, she hopes the MUTO doesn’t mind what's going on all too much. However, that low growl that shook her innards shared some idea of how the kaiju felt. After all, how could the mare blame it? Probably felt like being trapped in a continuous hot whirlpool in there. Or at least something close. Oddly enough, Mariana thinks about that for a minute. Even though it’s my own body… I’ll never know what it’s like in there , she wonders in curious fascination.\n\nUnfortunately, for the time being there just isn’t anything different she can do. Fortunately however, her inner muscles die down once more.\n\n“Ok, almost got you back in there,” as her muscles fade once more, she shifts side to side in place preparing herself. Branch gripped deeper within her rear clutches, the further middle of it presses against both insides of her hairy cheeks. Then, farther back and higher, the branches’ leaves shimmy and sway behind her. Glancing back so that most of her eyeballs appear white, she notes the waving green up and above. Muttering out to the air behind her, she gives one more bit of assurance, “Don’t worry. Just a little longer and things will go back to normal.”\n\nHer insides begin to cool with an all too familiar dull pain now. It reminds her of a similar pain she’d feel in her legs after a long trek. Knowing what that means, Mariana stops her shimmy, and sets her feet. Taking a long step back first, she waits a moment, before slowly sliding in reverse.\n\nSmooth as before, the wood grain disappears through her back lips. Inside, the wood leaves the bright open air, and into the dark smothering shadows. Pressure and moisture increase.\n\nMariana feels her lungs lift with an inhale. Pressed against something firm, the branch doesn’t budge anymore then a few inches. Not too much, but enough to require some more needed force, Mariana is careful to push the snout of the MUTO back where it belongs. The world around her seems to move forward as she slides back another two inches. Her hanging gut lifts and round away from her thighs only a little.\n\nInside the darkness, the hole in her womb’s wall, which had swallowed the MUTO’s head, begins to shift and mold around different parts of the dispensing creature’s head. Reversing, it slides out of the suction, and into the strong roofed inner room.\n\nCalm at first, once again the open space deeper within Mariana’s rear suddenly shifts again with haste. Without contractions fighting the MUTO, it finds itself able to drag itself back into the womb again. This time, after the quieter * plop *, she’s quick to curl back, press out the walls momentarily, before balling into a large fetal position once more.\n\nNow with the MUTO out of the way, the mare quickly slides back as far as she can go, quick to accelerate. Not wanting to make that mistake away, she takes in the branch almost up to her belly button, until she feels the branch reach the deepest part of her tunnel. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but that should lock the MUTO inside until her body decides to calm down. Plus, she’s already feeling herself starting to grow a little used to these kinds of things.\n\nThe wider part of the branch reaches beneath her tail, scraping a bit more as it splits the inside of her ass apart. With things in the middle feeling well doable at this point, it’s only two things that somewhat overwhelm her; the width of the branch which splits the gateway to her tired pussy, and the depth it reaches up and through her body. A third overwhelming thing would be the large weight within her widely hanging gut again, but that almost feels more comfortable by now. At least, when compared to when it was partially empty, oddly enough.\n\nSeconds pass as her body remains calm. Inside the MUTO tries to wiggle and shift, but Mariana’s gut is still a bit tense for the creature inside to really turn itself around. Just barely managing to slide its face along the back right- Mariana’s left- part of her womb, she’s afraid she can tell it's too late, before her insides start contracting once more.\n\nInside, the warm inner ‘skin’ wraps around the MUTO from all sides snuggly again. Feeling its close embrace from shoulders to bent limbs, the creature tries to turn its upper body around again, away from the mostly closed small slit. Its limbs struggle to open up at all, as the small fleshy cave aggressively resists any movement during this strange period. Contorting its neck, the slime-like wall rubs along the left side of its face. The Kaiju tries to follow with its slick grey upper body. The progress is slow with heavy resistance, yet the MUTO slowly feels its right shoulder beginning to replace where its head once was against the slit. However, its progress remains too slow, as the surrounding pressure grows too strong. Guiding it, the room presses into the creature once more, as another contraction begins.\n\nThe force pins the kaiju even more so against its right side. Pressing mostly into where its rear still remained firmly held, the flesh continues to narrow, pressing over the creature’s body. ‘Guiding’ it, the right side of the womb seems to suddenly stretch and expand. Not a lot, but like a balloon inflating, it’s enough of a release for the MUTO’s to slip and slide back down, over to where it was already. Failing to avoid what it tried to avoid in time, the slit dilates and grows ready. Opening round and spreading the surrounding flesh apart, it’s eager to take the MUTO Queen back in. With a grimace, the MUTO’s head follows the womb’s direction. However, with an annoying *bonk*, the womb’s walls suddenly fail, as something pokes in, blocking off the deeper entrance to Mariana’s open vagina.\n\nWhile the impact is relatively hard, the kaiju is no normal mammal. As a result, the MUTO just feels an annoying tap on the head as she mutters out an instinctual, “ owe .” It’s the MUTO’s first sound. The voice is quiet, yet as deep as the cave it finds itself in. Head pressing against the stub, the surrounding entrance of the small tunnel continues to dilate and stretch outwards like an eye’s iris. The dark shadowed pink flesh smooths into a cone-like circle. Open and welcoming the ‘foal’ to slide through its head sized cavity, the MUTO’s head remains firmly pressed, held back just beyond the blocked gateway. Consistently, as the surroundings press and ‘welcome’ the animal onward, the girl creature doesn’t budge another inch. Instead, she remains held firmly by the awkward, almost soft yet firm dome like structure.\n\nThe walls wave and flex like slow massive waves. A bit stronger now they ‘encourage’ the young kaiju through its small opening. Yet it remains a failing endeavor, as the inside of the snatch remains blocked and filled. Soaked log in the way, along each side of the wooden material, the ‘stickly’ flesh tightly wraps around the length of it. The surroundings continue to try to stretch and open, yet with the wet wood inside, it looks like the mare’s insides are just sucking on some weird lollipop.\n\nSealing everything off, everything is as dark as midnight in a deep cave. The dark womb walls are seen through primal vision alone. By now the kaiju’s eyes have readjusted its night vision to what it knows somewhat, able to just barely make out the dark abdomen flexes, and protrusion of the wood still pressing against its cheek. Squishing its sturdy face through slow snail-like squeezes, it’s irritatingly uncomfortable.\n\nUnmoving, Mariana stands strong in place as her innards work; flexing her hanging gut ever so slightly, and vibrating her side walls at times. Pulling her lungs into her throat on one end of her body, she manages to just ride the storm that takes place closer to the other end. There’s no way her insides could keep this up forever. Her body flexes tighter, it’s just a mmmmmater of time.\n\n“ Ughh ,” she exhales, as the hairs along her belly begin to just barely relax as another contraction comes to an end. Muscles relaxing, her broad chest grows and shrinks, catching and filling with air. Down along the lower half of her form, as her chest rises and falls, her underbelly just continues to widen and smooth back out to its old form. Truthfully, she knew it was going to shrink again soon, similar to her deflating chest, just albeit a much slower process.\n\nWith the latest relaxation, she decides to talk to her ‘foal’ for the time being. It didn’t feel too happy about things. Even if it doesn’t do anything, maybe it would calm both of their nerves. “Hey, I know you probably can’t understand me,” her eyelashes flick back, “but figure I might as well… think out loud, at the very least.” The talking mare’s eyes lower for a moment, before looking back out into the foliage beyond. Her head takes in the sight as she appears to talk to no one in particular, “this isn’t me. Wellll, this isn’t me ‘exactly’, doing this. You see…,” she feels kinda embarrassed and exposed talking like this to the woman part of her body. Especially with how she remains standing with a large tree branch inside her. But no one appeared to be in sight at least. Plus, if anything, maybe it would make more sense if anything to why this horse was standing put, with a literal stick up its ass.\n\n“My body seems to think you’re ready to be born,” the calmest part of her contractions settle down. She continues, worn out but finding it a bit easier to speak, “it doesn’t know you need to stay inside of… me .” The hair on her head flicks, yet her tail remains perched over to the side. Hanging around the wood, its wide reach mostly covers the branch that’s buried further within her round rear. “You see, you’re a different ‘horse’, then most.” Why the lie? Well, easier to just say it this way, for the time being, I guess. “So my body is making a mistake…” her underbelly grows warmer, showing the early warning signs of the next incoming contraction.\n\nHer head flicks back forward and down, trying to talk somewhat between her legs as she prepares her womb and ass for the impending assault. She continues anyway, “It doesn’t know that you need to stay inside me longer… For another 8 months!” The clenching begins, “While you’re already a bit of a pain in myyy guts, we still got a lot more to go between me and you.” A tightness begins to spread beneath her belly hairs, reaching further within her insides, “so while this part may suck for you-” the mare’s teeth flinch as the pain wraps around her wide belly once more. Sharply inhaling, a reflex moves from her chest, down towards her wide sides. “ And me too,” she whispers through a snip of pain, “we’ll just have to get through this together. Then things should bbbe back to normal.” The back hooves of the mare shuffle in place over the dirt. Ending her spiel, her long brown neck points out, lifting her chin as she braces for the incoming wave with a horse like “ neigghhh .”\n\nUncomfortable as can be, a small wave grates along the big wide side of the mare. Like a snake swallowing down a medium sized meal, it appears the horse’s body is moving something even further beyond her stomach. Waving and flexing down to her hips, it’s her hips that stop the flex, remaining round, wide, and unmoving. Seeming to brick wall the contractions in place, it’s only the branch that gives any other indication something is happening.\n\nCracking and groaning up along the tree's extension, it just barely seems to lower itself another centimeter for some odd reason. Slowly, as if something were carefully lining it up, Mariana’s tunnel flexes around the end of the wood, gripping it firm and tightly. No longer does it shift. Wrapping around the branch carefully and firm, as if it didn’t know what way her womb was trying to move things, Mariana’s vagina makes a perfect ‘O’ around the wood. Gripping around it like a throat to a hot dog, it’s only 15 seconds later until the branch lifts ever so slightly. With it, Mariana’s insides finally relax, unclenching the wood. Buried underneath her tail, just a bit of pink along the top and bottom of her marehood reveals itself. The MUTO on the other hand, remains just as deeply buried as before.The two M’s, or rather, the big M, and the little m remain together: With the little m inside the big M.\n\nGripping around the wood with her haunches, Mariana just needs to remain firm and strong as she blocks off the MUTO’s exitway. Already she can feel each of her contractions weakening. It’s only a matter of time before they die down completely. Not only is her plan working, but it also at least minimally stimulates her back end. Nothing significant by any means, but even that nice tingle helps provide some distraction over the attempted eviction. Which is needed, as she feels her round gut, from belly button to spine, seem to strain itself like a pulled muscle. Even spasming at times as it tries to work something so large into and out of her ass.\n\nInside, the MUTO’s world becomes cramped once more as the small inner ball grows smaller, compressing it against one end again. While the strange words beyond were mostly gibberish to the creature, it does at least have some sense it would need to wait whatever this was out. Already the force has grown weaker since things started some 5 minutes ago, and that was already some improvement. Slick, almost sweat forms along its body as the warmer then usual slick walls try to jam it out, and into the wood. Fortunately, it acts as an uncomfortable raft. Blocking every inch of escape within the distant tunnels clenches, the MUTO just remains pressed in its cramped and sideways pushing ‘bed’. Then eventually, the pressure begins to slowly subside, as her home relaxes once more: Still small and cramped, but at least breathable.\n\nThis process would happen about 5 more times, each attempt growing weaker than the last. By the 4th or 5th time, Mariana didn’t so much as change her breathing. By now the muscles within her body barely put up any effort. By then, it’s only the barely heard shifting of the trees that show any change, as the branch rises and falls over the span of 10 seconds now. Only rarely does the word crack up above. Soon enough, the 5th contraction ends, and then… nothing.\n\nStill drained of energy, Mariana continues to stand tall. Long haired mane hangs down as if it were covered in sweat. Sure, horses couldn’t sweat, yet somehow her hair looked as tired and worn out as can be. By now, 3 minutes had passed from the last contraction, yet Mariana remained still, cautiously unmoving. Sure she could, but like taking a cast off of a broken arm, she still feels safer attached to the wooden branch. Feeling so safe and unsure in fact, that it takes her a whole 10 minutes before she finally makes up her mind that things are safe to move on.\n\nHer hooves form a line in the dirt as she carefully walks forward. With each step, more of the branch reveals itself by the second. Wet once again, yet this time not of pleasure, more of the dark wood reaches the cool open air, no longer buried inside the warmth wetness underneath the tail. A whole two steps results in three feet of the branch sliding out of her shadowed depths. Another half a step, and the last of the nub rocks in the air, at the end of a waving branch.\n\nTo the branch, things are open and airy in the afternoon sun. Birds chirp and squirrels run farther up the tree. Green leaves and periodic red roses litter the ground far beyond any single branch can reach. Simply put, once again, things are open and spacious out here! Yet much closer to the branch, just beyond the ending round curve of the tree branch, things are different.\n\nAbove the ground, and above two strong legs and a rear, an almost black tail flows back to its natural state. Covering up the privates of a mare, it gives the naked animal some decency. As a result, buried and completely out of view of this open outside world, Mariana’s pink tunnel closes. As the black lips come together, forming the closed vertical slit once again, everything inside Mariana resets. With it, so does the MUTO, which remains held deeply inside.\n\nBack in its dark and small ball, the MUTO’s surroundings have finally calmed down completely. Even with the wooden feature out of the way, the slit that it had taken to crawl around and away from, is closed and small as usual. Finally, the grey creature thinks, as it leans against the side of its fleshy room, ready to relax. With a small * burp *, it snuggles into the warm surrounding.\n\nOutside, as the sun begins to lower itself, Mariana feels ready to do something similar. As much as she enjoys the nice freedom, she wishes she had a ‘bed’ as nice and comfy. But for now, resting alongside a pack of bushes would have to do.\n\nWalking over, her gut hangs low. Tense from earlier, the muscles are too dull as her gut sways a bit extra. The pressure tugs at her spine on alternating sides. Fortunately, she didn’t have far to go, and eventually, curls up with her back along the foliage.\n\nWide belly resting on the dirt, it remains high and as ‘engorged’ as the night before. Ready for a later afternoon rest, she pushes her legs out to the right, and leans her long neck over her left shoulder. Stretching her frame, she gives the hairs on her big underbelly a nice kiss, below she relaxes back to as she was.\n\nHer belly doesn’t react, but at least her womb feels nice and calm once more. Calm enough that with surprising speed, sleep overtakes her. Except for the calm rising and falling of the mare’s lungs, and nostrils, her legs, tail, and even belly, remain calm for hours.\n\nIt’s a relaxing site to behold. And behold it does, as a pair of eyes look out from a very nearby bush. Well now, the creature thinks, that was interesting. After all, it had just witnessed the entire thing.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

    

Mariana’s Duty

Chapter 4: Not Ready

A large bush tickles around a horse’s knees. Gripping weakly, the brown sharp edges of the woods are no match for the mare’s thick protective layer of brown leg hair. Each coating the mare’s skin densely like a coating of paint. Yet, her protection isn’t foolproof however. One small, sharper blade then the rest manages to poke its way through, and scratch the skin buried underneath. Just trying to cut right through the shrubbery, the light pain scratches a small part of her uncomfortably, yet it’s easily ignored. Mariana is busy dealing with a whole new pain at the moment.

     Rocking her entire body forward and back like a boat, Mariana jumps through the shrub completely, and out into the open forest floor on the other side. Bits of the bush remain attached to the mare, sprinkling green along her long brown legs like dust. Quickly standing on all fours, flattening her back parallel to the ground again. It takes just a moment for the mare’s clearly pregnant middle to shimmy its way still again. Afterwhich, the mare stretches her neck a bit higher than usual. To the untrained animal eye, the slight extension wouldn’t mean anything more than a simple afternoon stretch to get the flood moving. To Mariana however, it was a stretch of discomfort. A stretch that provided no aid over what else was going on, elsewhere inside her body.

     Appearing to increase in tension over the past minute, the odd ‘tickling’ along her womb had started to grow into something more. Almost like dully pulling a muscle, rows of muscles began to present themselves seemingly out of nowhere along the hammock of her body. No matter how she stretched her neck, or shifted her back half awkwardly, it didn’t seem to do a thing as the tension continued to grow uncontrollably. Now, she begins to walk a bit awkwardly, swaying side to side a bit less through each stiff step.

Her round bloat waves ever so slightly as she tries to adjust her internals, relaxing her heavily stretched middle as much as she can. She figures, maybe if I relax things, that will help, still assuming it’s nothing more than some odd muscle cramped. Yet still, no matter how she shifts or relaxes her middle and sides, the tension only begins to grow in waves.

     Yes, waves. Rising and dulling between seconds at a time, the tension once more begins to dull for a moment in the horse’s body. A momentary relief, Mariana takes a nice long inhale, before slowly releasing her carbon dioxide back into the woods. “Ok, are we good?” She asks herself, having been dealing with this for about 3 minutes now. Yet an answer comes quickly, and it’s not the one she hopes for as once again, the tension returns. “O-hh ok no we’re not good,” the mare grits her teeth, stretching her neck forward once more.

     Like tightening the strings on a guitar, slowly the horse feels the muscles inside her underbelly once more want to strain like her neck does. Cramping, it feels as if her muscles were actually bulging against her skin. Surprised they weren’t actually after an earlier glance, she wonders if maybe that’s the case now, as the discomfort only seems to spread. Stretching and reaching farther through each wave, the tension seems to slowly creep up her sides, curving along the sides of her round middle.

     “ What the hellll is this? ” She winces down the striking cramp once more. Maybe I should have drank more water? She wonders, still unsure of the cause. Not letting up, it’s like she’s somehow continuously pulling a muscle: A new muscle she didn’t even know she had at that. One that remains somewhere inside her body, making itself very known. Wondering if it was the MUTO Queen doing something strange at first, she soon realized that couldn’t be right. While the mass inside was spread out wide and tall within her body, she could tell this was happening somewhere not inside her womb. Even seeming to feel it in her stomach, it’s as if a web along her entire lower belly decided it wanted to fight the horse for a little.

     Hairs of her long dark tail flicks as her nose blows a “ Neighhh ” towards the dirt. Nodding her head in unison, she capitalizes the sound with a stomp of her front right hoof crushing a few spread blades of grass and rocks in the process. Not the most painful experience she’s ever experienced, it still felt very uncomfortable… and weird. Lasting some 20 seconds this time, finally the relief returns, as the inflammation dies down for the time being.

     Inhaling and exhaling a bit more sharply this time, Mariana scratches the dirt with her hoof, trying to calm her irritation. “It’s getting worse,” the air sounds more labored from the mare’s long throat. Focusing on the dirt below, it feels like hard sand beneath her feet bones. Carving a line of dirt, the loud * Scratches * ease the slightly shaken horse. Still not sure what’s going on, she’d much rather her body just stop acting up. Things were still manageable at the moment, but a small bit of concern did bite at the emotional part of her insides. If it keeps getting worse, how bad will it get? She worries, as once again, the early signs of the belly cramps make themselves known.

     The mare’s long neck dips this time, as an expression of pain paints itself through clenched eyelashes. “ Mmmm ,” her groans translate to something along the lines of, what the hell is going on in there, as her nostrils flare. Stronger than the past sensations, her belly seems to actually give a flinching wiggle along the lower left curve of her heavy form. Just barely waving her belly fur, her gut doesn’t seem to relax at all when the light wave dies down. Instead, only continuing to constrict. Feeling the pain grow and spread along her womb, only then does she get an idea of what may be going on; Wait. Am I having, oweeee, her hoof slams into the dirt again, “contractions?”

     Now half of each of the mare’s sides and hanging swollen gut go numb with pain, until eventually her inner turmoil dies down again. Feeling the urge to lightly pant, she looks left and right in thought. The green and brown of her surroundings, nor blue birds above provide any answers. With her body protesting the way it is, contractions seem to be the only reasonable conclusion. “I am pregnant, * huff*, is that… is that what these are?”

Once more her strength returns as her wide middle calms down. Very nice compared to the alternative, Mariana knows this relief is unfortunately only temporary. “But why now? You’re still not ready to come out,” she calls back. She needs to stay inside for another 8 months! Already feeling dense, Mariana doesn’t even want to worry about if things were getting cramped for the MUTO inside. It’s probably nothing bad, but she at least hopes her body isn’t causing too much trouble for the young creature inside. Still not feeling any odd movement from her inner tenant, as the warning signs of her next contraction return, Mariana comes to the only conclusion that makes sense; “The food!” The food must have caused this .

     Warming up the flesh beneath her skin, she realizes there’s only one logical conclusion (even if it’s not exactly right). “The food must have -,” slowly her inner muscles prepare themselves once more, numbing even the area close to her back now, “ confused my bo-dy.” Like trying to strangle a watermelon, everything around her belly and womb grips and tightens. Feeling much more intense, it’s enough to visually narrow her wide middle just a little, as her gut rises a few inches. Building up through contractions, it seems her body is trying to squeeze into itself, outside of Mariana’s control. Overwhelming any chance of just ‘relaxing it out’, this is when Mariana starts to notice something else about these supposed contractions. That being, while her large and filled lower middle was gripping into itself tightly, her actual vagina and and rear felt oddly relaxed. Even a tiny bit numb, actually.

     Able to resist actually pushing the MUTO out of her body, it’s almost as if the mare’s back end were now nothing more than a screen. A weak one at that, closed at the moment, but easily ready to be broken and torn open. With her womb as solid as a firm yoga mat, and her flesh priming itself, ready to squeeze into the MUTO it surrounds, Mariana starts to feel no doubt over what will come next. With the pink of her back tunnel seeming to dilate, her body was clearly preparing to birth the MUTO Queen already. Knowing her tail wouldn’t actually do a single thing about any escape attempt, she not only feared she’d have to overpower her own body's instincts, but she also feared whether or not she’d be able to. Regardless, things were going to get unpleasant for the poor girl.

     It’s almost 25 seconds later before her abdomen finally relaxes this time. Really feeling the strain, the mare looks on the verge of breaking biology and somehow being able to sweat. Things are quite the unpleasant switch to how things were only 5 minutes ago, to put it lightly. Breathing with an open maw now, she can already sense her lower muscles preparing to tighten in another 20-30 seconds. It takes the first 15 of those for her to simply catch her bearings. Pain is one thing, but this sort of self-inflicted inner pain in your baby making area is its own unique breed of animal. All the way around her belly, she can practically feel the clenches in her spine.

A horse’s back is wide and strong. Great for protection and support, but Mariana is really starting to find out it can also redirect a lot of strength internally as well. Huffing and puffing, her lungs don’t seem to move this part of her body a hair. Yet through it all, the area around her back end and hole remains nimbly relaxed and dilated beyond anything else she’s ever experienced. A strong middle and relaxed back leaves the mare very easily able to predict the future.

All around the wide domed belly, and buried inside her back, the mare’s body starts to flex once more. “If my body starts trying to-,” already the tension twists her long nose sideways, bringing her eyelashes down to face the same direction her snout does. Like a panther ready to pounce, she can slowly feel her body clenching, beginning to prepare itself once more. Like throwing up with food poisoning, it seems to be inevitable.

She attempts to clench her tail back into her rear a bit tighter. However, it's like there’s some numbing cream spread about and going through her back area. “If my body tries to,” she returns to her thought as the rising pressure doesn’t stop, “push you out of me.” The mare glances down her wide brown back once more. She has more words to say but the grip seems to even pull on her lungs. “It’s too early,” she practically squeezes the words out as her abdomen tightens once more. “You can’t!” Voice breaking a bit, her belly visibly flexes, tightening to look like when she was ‘only’ 5 months pregnant. Sure enough, this flex is different. This time she feels the pressure inside shift, beginning to work its way further back inside her body. Much more unpleasant this time around, deep inside her hips. The MUTO’s snout perks open her inner lips.

“ Urrr, ahh ,” her neck twitches and tightens in discomfort as muscular tubes bulge underneath the skin. “OH-no,” her words remain tight, as her belly clenches one more time, further intruding on the lower end of Mariana. The mare’s wide body flexes, gut narrowing once more through a quick and fast squeezing motion. It’s enough to even tighten the front of her hips, almost as if her skin were trying to pull the fronts together. Out in front, the horse lets out a “ neighhh , ” as something inside slides further back. “Oh- geeeeze ,” she mutters with one eye open as the snout slips a third through her hips, closer to the back end.

Inside the action, things were going as normal as ever. Curled up into itself as comfortable as can be in its thick and padded hammock, it was as content as could be. After swallowing down that nice furry treat, it had a nice filled stomach, and a comfortable bed to relax and digest away in. Sure things were still cramped inside the dark space, but that’s all the MUTO has ever known. Not just used to it, but finding it rather snug and comfortable, so what if the young Queen felt contact over every inch of her body every time she moved. It’s not like the inner flesh was anything unpleasant. Especially against a smooth skinned creature such as herself. Unable to see, she just used her sense of touch to enjoy relaxing all the more. At least she had, until something started to… change.

While the night before was a new exploration for the small kaiju, never had anything along her womb home changed before. Exception, sometimes the pressure in the walls would grow for short or long periods of time. Usually this happened around when the MUTO preferred to sleep anyway. But even when that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t anything uncomfortable to the relatively strong animal. Just a little added pressure. Something that made her home a tiny bit more cramped, and a little bit firmer. But nothing too bad. And eventually, her world would turn or appear to ‘lift’ upwards, and things would go back to how they were. After ‘lifting’, typically that would include some very light swaying for an extended period of time. But again, her surroundings felt heavy and secure, so even that wasn’t anything the young MUTO minded.

Yet this sudden change was eerily different. It started as an odd spasm along her borders. One that flinched somewhere beyond her walls, and only gave the slightest of wiggles where the side of the MUTO’s cheek rested again. Nothing noticeable, the Queen simply ignored it. After all, living inside the animal’s body, it had grown to notice a lot of stranger sounds and sensations beyond all parts of these walls. No bother at first, soon enough, the situation would begin to show itself as something different.

Changing, the spasms became slower, and more spread out. Now, coming from all directions, the MUTO lifted her cheek off the wall, touching her head against the very close roof instantaneously. Looking around in the darkness, the MUTO couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary (which to be fair, was very little), yet she began to feel almost as if she were being watched. Obviously, she sensed that would be ridiculous. After all, things were almost pitch black, the walls were covered, and it felt like there was more ‘mass’ beyond every direction, yet still, she felt something odd. Something strange, as if there were some weird ‘focus’ on her. Looking at her, through the walls. Then, as if to confirm her instincts, slowly and from all directions, those very walls began to shrink. And just like that, her surroundings began to close in on her.

     Nothing bad or overwhelming, yet it was enough to slide the creature's legs even further back into herself. Curling up as if she were wrapping herself into a straight jacket, slowly the ball she called her home began to shrink a fifteenth of the size. The wet sound of her limbs sliding along the slick walls provided some contrast to the loud bass of the cave, along with the periodic inner working squelches, breathing, and possible heartbeat she’d typically hear. Just enough to give her whole body a nice firm hug, the MUTO remained still in this ‘protective’ grip for some time before eventually, it relented.

     Completely manageable, but it was still quite noticeable. Now with it over, the small kaiju couldn’t help but look around curiously once her home provided that extra inch of room she had surprisingly come to appreciate. Nose just barely skimming the walls as her head rotates against it, everything looked just as dark and smooth as ever. Strange, the creature thinks with lost eyes. Shrugging her shoulders against the warm flesh once more, she begins to lie her head back down. Content to relax and digest once more. Yet just before her cheek presses against her curved pillow, the wall seems eager to ‘do her job for her’, and pull back once more. And just like that, the MUTO Queen was squeezed back into herself once more, in the beginning to a repeating pattern.

     Squeezing into her, and relaxing, it still wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Becoming a bit annoying, she just sat there in her round room as things constantly changed and repeated all around her. Practically pouting now, her sour expression clearly showed her feelings in the darkness as the womb tightened once more, pressing into her quite firmly now, before relenting again. Upset with whatever her world was doing, the continuing motion was quite irritating to say the least. Giving up on resting, she just wanted whatever this was to stop so she could go back to how things were. Unfortunately for the wishes of some, things would only grow worse.

The next compression really squeezes her into a ‘MUTO ball’ of sorts. One that leaves her arms pressing into her chest and middle, as her surroundings flex into her. Quite strong now, she seems to only find the smallest forgiveness in tension, in allowing her head to rotate. Figuring there was a bit of an oval shape to her room, it doesn’t even register to the animal that that latest squeeze lined her head up directly with the slit in the back room.

Hell, she still doesn’t even see the sharp line. Nor does she pick up on the fact it seems to have grown a good 15% longer and even somehow wider. So dark, it blends into the almost slimy wall with the rest of the room, as she only focuses on trying to remain as comfortable as she could. Luckily this still just felt like an extra strong massage, nothing she couldn’t handle. Said massage relents once more, as if her room was taking a nice big inhale. Resting in her ball, not feeling like going through the effort of stretching her limbs to have them pulled back again, she waits. Eventually, the next squeeze does come, and ready for this one to be over with the MUTO simply relaxes as the pressure squeezes into her from all sides. As expected, the pressure grows, and she manages to handle it all the same. The thing she doesn’t expect however, is how she’s suddenly pressed forward, as her head seems to slide through the wall!

Seeming to literally break through, the MUTO’s eyes and front face squish in surprise. Pressed in all directions, things are wet and moist, yet very narrow. Instinctively, she tries to twist and turn her face to find room before suddenly, she realizes this seems familiar. Tight like a tunnel and with this different aroma, the MUTO realizes not only has she been here before, but she was here just yesterday! Unsure why exactly, it seemed her surroundings were trying to push her through.

On the outside, Mariana’s back lips rest towards the bottom of her crevice; lips just barely bulging out downwards. Seemingly as calm as ever, it’s straight deeper inside that Mariana feels the change. A mass of weight wedges itself through the opposite end of her tunnel. Opening her up, it feels just a bit higher up then she expected, yet it still remains lodged in the lower middle of her body: Lodged within the front of her hips.

As open as ever, it’s no use even trying to stop the MUTO’s birth by flexing her vagina the same way she worked the rabbit in. Oh yeah, that rabbit’s technically still buried in there , a quick thought of interest crosses her mind. But a head wiggle in her crotch brings her attention back.

That’s right focus! I need a plan. Flexing my vagina ? It’s almost like all those muscles in her body disappeared with how numb and dilated she has become. Not only that, but she doubted that little motion would do much compared to the other hundreds of pounds of her horse body, trying to push the whole MUTO out of her ass. However, it may not be the best, but she does at least have a plan B.

As strange and weird a feeling as they come, she begins to fight her instincts. Squeezing whatever hip and rear muscles she can, desperately she tries to clench her buttox. “My body must,” she finishes her words in thought, think you’reeee a foal. She manages to just barely slow down the next push so that the MUTO only slides another inch through her tight pathway. Oddly enough, it feels so small, yet so big compared to the rest of her.

The round of contractions die down for a moment.

Mariana, the horse that she is, huffs in place. Head bobbing with each long breath, she takes in as much oxygen and releases as much carbon dioxide as she can. On all fours with a now just barely smaller belly, the mare looks as normal as usual. It’s only her senses that tell her of the change that occurred. How the head of the MUTO is resting, buried deep inside beneath her tail. “I just ne- * huhhhh *, nneed to hold you inside… You’re no, foal. Ughh , you need to stay innn- * huff *, longer.” The words slide whenever she can get them out. Unable to recover completely, her body prepares to begin pushing again.

     Inside the action, the MUTO remains where it is. Fortunately, the old dampness helps moisten things up a little. Unfortunately, Mariana didn’t want to let MUTO get out of her so easily. Two bare naked ass cheeks, each bigger than the MUTO’s head, flex and tighten, giving them a more firm and oval like appearance. Indenting on the furthest ends, the brown haired glutes narrow, pressing against one another. Yet that’s just what’s visible. Inside the pressure grows, trying to cave into the horse’s lower passageway. With her vagina somewhat below her glutes, it does a decent job blocking her exitway at that, but it’s clearly not gonna be enough. With her tail lifted up ever so slightly from her ass’s numb exposition, through the next painful contraction, the MUTO still manages to slide through her heavy tunnel like wet concrete.

“ DAmmit ,” Mariana groans through closed teeth. Sure she was slowing things down, but as clear as day the MUTO slides through her hips further, growing ever closer to the exit of her pussy. A few clenches later, and that grey snout may very well be wearing a brown horse haired goatee. Spreading her warm inner flesh wider with each push, as narrow as her back hole was relative to the MUTO and her ass, the rest of her body was fighting her all too much. After all, it was still a birth canal built for this kind of thing. Maybe the rest of the MUTO will be too big to get out? Hope tries to calm the physically stressed animal, yet Mariana knows that hope is unjustified. The MUTO Queen will already be partly out of me by then. She fights through another tightening of her abdomen as the grey snout is pushed closer to her tail. She could just fall out of my ass by that point.

“Come on, think, thinkkkkk ,” she growls to the grass below. “How can I fix this?” The last thing she needs is this creature to die in the wild because of her body's impromptu mistake. She looks out into the woods for a solution, looking for some form of outside help. Seeing nothing but trees and bushes still, as expected, nothing answers her worries. “Come on come on,” she tries to cross her back legs, but finds herself unable to halt the creature like last time when she was resting on her side. If anything, the MUTO’s advance just presses her hips further apart.

The pressure builds, but it still won’t be enough. “Theres gotta be something,” she pleads, desperate to not leak out anymore of the creature inside. Bushes, trees, bushes, trees, grass, dirt, rocks, birds, leaves, “wait! ahhh,” as an idea forms, the wiggling kaiju, slithering forward another centimeter reminds her she can’t wait too long. “ I think I got it,” left eye winced closed, the wet grey snout threatens to reach the air behind her ungroomed tail.

To get her plan in action, she was going to have to move. Back legs crossed and buttox flexed, the mare waddles like a four legged duck. Obviously, it’s quite the awkward site for what used to be a graceful horse. While she wishes it weren’t the case at times, times like this make her feel glad she’s the only sentient horse that exists, out in the middle of the forest like this. Tip-toe *clomp* through tip–toe *clomb*, her legs remain as close to her center line of gravity as possible. Funny enough, it almost looks as if she were struggling to hold a real big piss in. Not too far off, there’s something much greater and solid that she continuously struggles to contain.

* Slurk *- “ mmm ,” she groans in frustration as the neck of the MUTO joins its head inside her rear. At this point she’s unsure if the snout has even reached the air beneath her tail at this point. With so much mass in her womb, and narrow tunnel, she’s not exactly able to pinpoint every feature of the creature. Everything just sort of becomes one massive overwhelming intrusion, especially when it's within her loosened genitals like this. Sure she wraps around the kaiju from top to bottom, but like a tingling in your arm, it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where the kaiju’s snout begins, and its curled back legs end. Still, Mariana thinks the queen is still fully contained inside her body for the time being. Slowly losing her grip however, relief washes over her like a pool as her target shows itself. “Eureaka,” she exhales, seeing the low hanging smooth branch once again.

“Long time no see,” the mare mutters to the unconscious tree arm. Speeding up through tiny steps, she struggles her way up to the wooden feature. Unlike before, her tail barely wags behind her rear though each step. However, her tail does manage to do one thing different, albeit uncontrollably. Closing the distance, her tail suddenly flicks… outwards, away from Mariana!

Parting from her ass like a massive passing of gas, something manages to press into her tail, building it out. It doesn’t stop there. Remaining in the way, it holds her tail outwards continuously, as if some sort of rock were wedged under there. With a look of distraught, Mariana knows what that is. It’s a slip in control. Fighting with as little control as she has, her abdomen took it on itself to give her womb, and in a result the MUTO, another strong squeeze. Not even caring a little bit about the fact that Mariana was still ‘walking’, it continued doing its job, and squeezed out more of the small kaiju.

“ Dammmn,” the words squeeze out of Mariana’s mouth. Long haired mohawk dips down. It’s impossible for her to squeeze her back legs any tighter. In actuality, all she seems to be doing is trying to crush the MUTO at this point. No use, she figures, finally relaxing her stance just a little bit. Her legs stand just a bit more vertically, once more directly between her cheeks and the dirt. Unable to pull the MUTO back in at all, crushing it with her crotch wouldn’t do either of them any good. Out of her control, her tail starts to shift and turn. Like it had a mind of its own, the bump presses it left and right. Yet still completely covered, the long hairs remain the only thing visible.

Head still secure, the MUTO’s eyes on the hand, finally see something that isn’t just the tight fleshy tunnel it's ever known. Well… besides the obvious room it's always been a part of, but even that interior looked pretty much the same. The only difference was this area was wetter, much tighter, and smellier.

Said wet inner flesh continues to suffocate both sides, top and bottom of the MUTO’s face. Smooth against its young scale like skin, it’s a strong grip, but one that remains overly snug, vs hard and painful. The MUTO’s dark black eyes remain inside Mariana’s dense area, looking at the small opening. Mostly round, it’s still too dark to see anything, but a sort of shadowed light manages to just slip through. Fortunately for the MUTO, with eyes trained in the darkness since birth (from the egg), it’s enough to make out the almost black lines that squiggle and shift up ahead. That, and she’s able to actually see a bit of her surroundings.

Inside the narrow tunnel, the flesh that squishes and squeezes into the kaiju, easily muffling any sounds as if she were 30 feet below water, looks smooth. ‘Stretched’ is more accurate, as while there are no bumps or folds in the lining, it seems like the MUTO’s body is the only cause of this. Likely, this area is folded into itself, comfortably much smaller most of the time. Glancing ahead right towards where the opening is seems to only confirm the MUTO’s hypothesis, as light folds of this flesh try to close in front of the MUTO’s snout. It fails, but where it’s the brightest, is where she’s able to just see where the pink flesh scrunches up, seeming to wiggle and shift just a little bit. Eye’s on top of the creature's long triangular head, it’s only a curve of her head into her nostrils that allows the slightest of give that allows her to see any of this. In fact, oddly enough, with her right eye completely covered, it’s just her left eye that seems to be able to see anything at all. And even then, she’s only able to see just below the moist walls that coats over 98% of her vision. Another squeeze, and while her vision becomes completely blocked again, the end of her snout suddenly feels an opening.

Wrapping around the end of her snout like a muzzle, her grey nose breaches into the open space beyond. Unknown to the MUTO that she was still within the large asscheeks of a horse, and ignoring the fact that 99% of her body was still buried deeper inside said horse, this was the most freeing feeling the MUTO Queen had ever experienced. So what her shoulders were entering and getting squished in that same far too tight tube her neck and head found itself in, this was where all of her attention was focused. Not gripped and held in the wet darkness, the end of her face was actually squeezing beyond this particularly dense area, and into the forgiving area beyond. Sure, the unknown to it “tail” was still in the way, wrapping around and blocking even this part of her from being ‘beyond’ the mare, but everything is relative in life.

Pressed against the MUTO’s nose, the dry and prickly thing is pulled against its snout. Scratchy, it’s quite different compared to what the Queen has ever known. With the exception of the tunnel it partially still finds itself in, everything has been relatively consistent in texture and feel: Slick, almost sweety in substance, warm, and stretched around the MUTO till the inner skin was smooth, things have always remained tight, yet comfortable. Yet besides the still warm yet slightly ‘fresh’, almost ‘light’ air that manages to slide through in the shadow of the Mare, this strange extension of air is the opposite of what the MUTO has known to find reluctant comfort in.

Breaking new grounds, she wiggles and turns her nose, trying to snake her way forward, or at least investigate some more. The action is mostly pointless as besides a light *scratchy* like substance sliding over her nose, she still can’t really turn her head at all. Still held deeper inside, with an unusually extra heavy weight squeezing into and pressing against her cheeks on each side, she takes a moment to enjoy the new opportunity. Nostrils reaching out just beyond the ring that so tightly suffocates the rest of her movements, she takes this moment to breath in some new air, with one nice big wind swishing * iiinnnnnhaaaalleeeee. *

Mariana’s glances back curiously for a moment, as her ass seems to take a large breath. Now that’s not something you see everyday.

‘Lighter’ than usual, the air feels quite different in its lungs. As if the air were filtered or something, it almost seems to slightly scratch her lungs as it slides through. Where usually the air felt damp to the MUTO, here it was like drinking a diet soda vs a regular soda. Still musky, but with just a tiny bit more ‘fresh air’ mixed in. Yet, not only did the air feel different, but it smelled different too. More scented, there’s still an odd mix of aromas, all of which appear foreign and strange to the creature's senses: Some pleasant, some unpleasant. But again, its senses focus once more on its sense of touch.

Pulling the long hairs towards its face like some dry waterboarding, the thing wraps tightly around the MUTO’s snout. Hugging tightly, it seals against the animal’s unseen and surrounding smaller, yet dense rear brown hairs. The tail scratches the MUTO’s bare skin moreso. It’s itchy. It’s prickly. With black shadows of flesh covering the MUTO’s view, it tries to wiggle the snout once more. Yet just barely poking inches beyond its home/hole, still not even reaching further than the horse’s cheeks, the event is once again a failing struggle.

Tiny side to side shifts prickle its face, as its next smaller yet necessary inhales only add to it. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but like a hair on your nose that you just can’t reach, it’s quite uncomfortable. Freedom feels nice, but it also kind of enjoys the smooth comfort it's ever known. Things are warm, snug of course, and smooth along the rest of its still concealed body.

Not inhaling anymore, the tail shifts away from the MUTO’s lead as a result of some reflex above the MUTO’s noggin. The weird dark brown feature wiggles, and waves effortlessly against the MUTO’s snout some more. To the smaller animal, it’s still an odd change compared to everything else that’s been tight and narrow in its life. But what’s different now, is when pushed side to side enough, just barely slivers of light slice through.

Still far too covered inside the tunnel and out, what reveals itself is far too blurry to make anything out, yet the colors of what most know as ‘green’ and an almost ‘yellow’ light seem to glare into the creature's pupils. While appearing warm and pleasant, even this tiny glimpse of the outside world is blinding for its untrained eyes. Far too used to just barely being able to make out the shifting walls in the inner black darkness of a heavy multihundred pound meat filled and brown hair covered mammal, this is quite the sudden shift from literal 1 to 80.

Wincing, the MUTO’s surprisingly glad its eyes are still protected behind the covering mass of flesh. Its snout on the other hand… it will try to keep stiff for the time being. The less it pokes the prickly material, the less it scrapes its smooth snout.

Its world begins to move as the horse walks. With a heavy, ear canal filling * swash * and * swish*, the heavy hairy mounds that press in from beyond the animal’s left and right cheek begin to take turns shifting and bobbing. The motion seems familiar to when the MUTO was further back in the narrow tube she found herself in. Back then, it was just some unseen, barely felt motion buried ahead somewhere. Now however, each rise and lift of her surroundings, change her upper world as her captor begins to walk once more.

The walls tightly resist sliding up and down against the MUTO Queen’s gripped cheeks. They seem to try to rotate the queen’s head clockwise and counterclockwise in the middle lips, yet she remains far too heavily secured to rotate at all. Like stiff shelves, up above on each side the horse’s rear, which holds the MUTO, rises up and down with each seemingly heavier thump of her hooves. Directly above the still hidden snout, the base of the tail seesaws side to side, waving and appearing ready to fall off any second. Yet it remains connected to the base of the mare’s hard upper rear, and lower back of course. Staying put, buried inside whatever animal it is as it adjusts, the MUTO Queen’s snout is forced to slide and scrape against the tail once more- as it wafts side to side through each clenched step.

The slick fleshy innards take turns trying to ride up on one of the MUTO’s cheeks, while falling down on the other. Pressure still pressing in through the walls, the hairy extension begins to flap back and forth slightly against the snout. Itchy, the scent of the MUTO’s whole life remains strong to her nose, yet new aromas, some pleasant and some slightly unpleasant, continue to waft through.

“ Almost there ,” Mariana mutters out, wincing through every delicate clomp. While she was only some 15 feet away, she might as well have been 15 meters away with how carefully she was balancing the creature inside. Partially in her womb, partially in her pussy, and now even partially inside her asscrack, not only did she feel the weight spread out through her body, but she felt her control losing its grip more and more by the second. Another contraction tightens her underbelly, and she’s surprised she doesn’t loosen it entirely. Fortunately, it's weaker than the last one, only sliding the MUTO another half an inch through and out of her ass.

A slim sliver of some liquid slides down her stretched black lips, trickling down towards the ground. Not one of pleasure, it probably has something to do with her body’s intentions. Why can’t my body just listen to me? She wobbles another delicate few steps forward, dirt sliding along her bony hooves. This isn’t a foal! The kaiju isn’t ready yet!

Continuing towards the tree in front of her with stressed desperation, no longer does she go for the low hanging branch. Game time decision in the making, with the MUTO now partially out of her body, she’ll need to use a different part of the tree to get the creature at least back inside.

Roots of the tree that snake through the dirt get kicked by bony feet. Some shards of dirt brown roots shave off, flying in the air. Quickly tip-toing and taking as short steps as the mare can manage, she tries to shimmy her way towards the base of the structure. Another push or two longer, and she doubts she’ll be able to walk anymore. With her undercarriage beginning to flex once more, she practically sprints through her careful waddle.

“Ok ok I’m here I’m here,” she whispers to the tree. Quickly spinning herself around, she sashays her naked body up to the base. Branch now stretching far beyond her, the mare darts to the base. Inner muscles beginning to uncontrollably tighten and flex once more, her ass feels literally stretched open. “Nooo not yet,” she winces with squinted eyes before reversing herself around. “Almossst,” her abdomen tightens, “there!” She grunts, as her middle narrows once more.

With an uncontrollable exhale, she practically growls as her belly periodically shrinks down to when she was only 4 months pregnant. With a heavy internal force, the MUTO inside is of course squeezed backwards, ‘crapped’ through her birth canal. Fortunately, while cutting it a bit late, Mariana is able to make it just in the nick of time.

Baring her ass towards the base of the tree, with urgency, she lunges her naked ass against the tree bark coated structure. With a powerful inner squeeze and push, the inner workings of her pregnant body give everything to push out the MUTO. However, it's her insides turn, to feel something not go according to plan.

Delicately yet heavily * Smacking * her nude ass into the tree, her rear cheeks press against the wooden base. Large and firm, the hairs on her naked rear do a good job cushioning the blow. However, the force she jams herself back with is enough to even scrape the massive horse's skin underneath. Fortunately, the fat and mass she sports is enough to evenly spread the impact along her cheeks. A slight signal of impact spreads along and throughout her cheeks. Nothing painful, but it’s enough to almost make her clench all the holes in her crevice. Snout lifting, it’s quite uncomfortable to the pregnant mare, yet it does the trick. Just she hopes that part at least didn’t bump or bother the MUTO too much.

Inside the chaos, the MUTO feels its world shimmy and shake with pure sporadic chaos. Tossing and turning, if it wasn't held so securely and tightly in the heavy flesh, it would quite literally feel like being a ball in a game of bingo. Its world bobs up and down, and shakes side to side with chaos unlike anything the young animal had ever witnessed before. Enough to make the MUTO dizzy, it just tries to hold its entire body spun around, along with the body it's encompassed in. Ears still moist and now sticky filled, the flesh bobs and wetly sucks against its cheeks and neck. Yet as discombobulating as it is, that’s still not even the bad part. The bad part comes in the tail.

While the bobbing and shaking scratched its snout much more against the string like appendage, it was easily ignored for the moment the way the MUTO’s world bounced out of control in this wild roller coaster. However, what isn’t easily ignored, is the way the tail suddenly becomes much harder, as it suddenly presses against the MUTO’s snout.

“ Guurrrr - ahhhhh !” Mariana shouts out, louder than even she suspected as her body deals with an odd stalemate. Middle flexing strongly, her insides push back with everything they have. Her body still only has one goal in mind; try to push the MUTO further out of Mariana’s small tube with everything it has. Yet as her insides squeeze, tightening Mariana’s face and even throat in the process, she’s- fortunately - no match for the solid wood behind her. Standing firm, she leans back, making sure things stay this way. Pushing the MUTO out so hard, the bump in her tail actually seems to press the creature back into her. Sure, she’s trying to push it out, but as heavy and strong as the multi hundred pound mare is, the tree is much heavier, and stronger.

Pressed between a rock and a hard place, the tail becomes pinned against the bark structure and the MUTO’s snout. Similarly pressed between a rock and a firm place, lies the MUTO’s body and nose. On one side the MUTO’s snout is flexed further outwards through pounds of heavy muscle, pressing and working it forward. On the other side however, this time a tree intrudes, making the tail suddenly appear rock solid. Enough to even lean Mariana forward, she has to remind herself to put her front hooves down into the dirt, and push herself backwards against her irritated innards.

It’s uncomfortable. Her body tells her it wants the MUTO out, but she doesn’t allow it. The grip along her belly and spine, even down inside her hips begins to feel inflamed. It’s tough, but she stays strong as she continues to force her ass backwards. Sliding back, whatever progress this recent contraction makes, is quickly canceled out as the MUTO remains held firm back inside. Yet not only does she nullify her abdomen's wishes, but as the tightening fades, and as the muscles along her womb finally subside, she stays strong in this battle, and finds herself able to keep pushing.

Grunting like that of a wild animal, it quite literally feels like a war with herself. But numb and already growing used to the entire commotion, she finds strength. With it, Mariana doesn’t stop, pressing her ass even further backwards into the tree.

The MUTO stiffly slides back into the dense moisturized area. The walls are slick, but she has so much weight back there, it’s an effort to work the Queen back inside. And most importantly, she needs to remain careful not to hurt the strong yet young animal. As her insides rest again completely between the last and next contraction, she finds some give in herself, sliding the snout back through her cheeks grip, and back into the smaller grip of her black lips.

Almost burning the walls within her vagina, it’s uncomfortable, yet she still manages to back up even further, forcing the MUTO even further back inside her. Sure this probably wasn’t uncomfortable for the Queen within her butt cheeks (quite unroyally), but she simply had to do what she had to do. And that simply involved jamming her ass backwards.

Her rear cheeks become slightly forced apart. Slowly, with a wet and heavy * SLICKKKK *, she manages to go against her body's wishes, and actually slides the MUTO’s snout an inch inside the outside of her ring. It’s painful, and feels oddly as backwards as hell, yet it happens. Uncomfortable against her delicate lips, that suddenly seem to be able to taste the hard wood compared to their usual numbness, she seeks the MUTO inside herself fully once more- for the time being. Through this rough internal battle, this is the first time she’s able to actually get the upper hand on her unwilling birth.

“Ooo- k ,” she stops, unmoving yet stiffly holding her ass pressed and firm against the tree. The horse * huffs*, ‘neighing’ her nose as if there were dry bubbles in there. Out in the open forest, surrounded by the green trees above and bird chirpings- including a distant woodpecker- she stands there against a tree. Awkwardly, not only does her back end stand close against a base, but it quite literally presses into it, perking her rear up just slightly. Her hooves scrape over the dirt only a few inches, as she makes sure her ass remains as pressed against the tree as possible. Suffocating her middle, it does.

Delicately balancing the mass hidden beneath her tail, each of her cheeks only manages to lightly scrape the bark behind. If she were to shimmy her naked ass side to side, the wood would be firm enough to even scrape her skin through her ass hairs- more so then the bush to her shins. Yet for the time being, there’s no reason for her to do that. No, just catching her breath is what matters for a second. So, she huffs into the open air on the other side of her rear through this checkpoint of a stalemate.

(A couple seconds earlier)

If a person were to press the palms of their hands tightly against their ears, then they’d almost hear what filled the MUTO’s ear canals. That sound, muffled three times as much, wet, and with many large distant inner workings of a horse’s body leaking through, would finally start to match everything that fills the MUTO Queen eardrums. So heavily clogged deeper within the glutes of brown mare, all those pounds of flesh muffle any other sound of the outside world that its ears might get a whiff of. Even as her nose is free. Yet soon enough, even that small glimpse of the outside world seems to disappear, as suddenly, that irritatingly itchy tail presses hard against the MUTO’s snout, with the weight of a horse.

Jamming into the end of the MUTO, the pressure was quite uncomfortable. Frankly, even slightly painful. While young, at least the MUTO was still fortunate it had the body of a kaiju. Which meant that it could at least handle the assault on its face. Tail spreading to block out the slivers of light on the creature’s narrow peripherals, things grew darker once again. Not dark like where it came from, but dark like a heavy shadow 4 feet below sea water.

Having known nothing but the cramped depths of the mare’s birth canal and womb, the MUTO was no stranger to dark and tight places. Yet even this was enough to bring about a tiny sliver of a new emotion; claustrophobia. Worrisome like a bite of a bad apple, the MUTO wants to wiggle its protruding snout within the wrapping horse’s tail, yet the weight and scratch of the horse’s hanging feature keep the snout firmly in place. Depending on how you look at it, that would soon turn into either a good or bad thing as the pressure grows stronger and stronger.

Face aimed straight like an arrow, the grown snout of the MUTO begins to push back into the creature’s face. Strong boned, and with nowhere to go, of course things begin to lead the MUTO back into its slick and narrow home. Burrowing backwards, with no say whatsoever mind you, a wet yet sticky * slip* fills the creature's eardrums. Her surroundings feel like a tight yet firm waterslide as the sound of moving compression assaults the kaiju’s ears. Loud and overwhelming, yet fortunately not painful, the few inches wide walls seem to slide forward as the MUTO’s shoulders once again enter the womb in the darkness her back is already in. Sliding back a similar few inches, the cave begins to welcome the MUTO back home once more.

Mushy flaps begin to cover the eyes within the grey head once more. Blurry the sliver is so small, the MUTO can just barely make out the shadow of a vertical sliver. Yet even that misty view seems to blend with the dark pink flesh, making it hard to decipher the difference between the wet dark flesh and the dry dark brown tail hanging beyond. At this point, just the very end of her air dried and sticky snout pokes out from within the warm asscheeks. With one ‘stroke of light’ in the darkness, at least now her face barely brushes the uncomfortable appendage hanging beyond. Gotta take your victories where you can.

Continuing on and on, the MUTO is buried further deeper inside the flesh within the mass. With it, the hole which welcomes her shifts and molds around the remaining MUTO. More covered up, mostly felt by Mariana, the deeper depths shift and mold all the same. Buried within the crevice, with every inch the MUTO slides deeper into the mare’s body, the outer lips closer and closer together. Soon, the tree bark presses firmly against the tail, into the gelatinous black lips, as even Mariana’s hairy inner crack seems to cover the tip of the nostrils covered snout.

Confused, Mariana’s body subsides itself for a bit longer than usual for the time being. It tells Mariana of an uncomfortable pain which lingers. As if her entire insides in front of and within her hips were strained and inflamed, clearly they only had one direction in mind for the ‘foal’ to go. This? This was against her biological wishes. Standing there in place, for that very reason, Mariana’s ass and insides remain forced as open and dilatedly ‘relaxed’ as can be. With her back hooves finally separated from one another a decent two feet, it still oddly feels like someone was able to pull her back cheeks apart. The strange part being, how it seems to tear her open from the inside.

So, in this odd purgatory she remained. Neck stretched forward, she huffs pounds of air. She’s lucky she’s able to regroup some energy before once again, the muscles of her body begin to flex, starting up the next round of contractions.

Gripping her middle with the inner workings of a horse, Mariana “ grunts” heavily as a circle squeezes around her body. Like a lower body inhale, it shrinks in diameter just a little bit. As if to make up for the recent ‘failure’, her body decides to give extra in this attempt to birth the animal inside. Eyes wincing almost closed, Mariana’s head turns on her neck awkwardly once more. Nose almost parallel to the ground, her ass tries to separate itself even more as even her tube feels like it's waving towards the exit. Yet through the inner turmoil and assault, the creature remains lodged just where she is, within the hole of Mariana’s hip bone. Tree in the way, the point of pressure remains pressed against the tail, which remains pressed against the tree.

Dropping her head until closed eyes are only inches away from the light grass and dirt below, she allows her insides to push and ‘birth’ with all they have. Painful, seeming to even slightly burn her insides, she’s glad her plan works as her hips continue to push with everything, yet the MUTO remains balanced firmly inside. This time, she doesn’t even lose an inch of her pregnancy. Nothing but a singly goopy drop of a light milky lite substance falls down to the ground.

Sure, the snout pushing against the tree tries to push Mariana forward, but she still had the weight of her entire horse body on her side. Pressing against the dirt lightly, that’s easily enough to overcome her birthing muscles. So, now with momentum on her side, she’s able to just bear the effort for the time being until once again, the contraction dies down.

“ Feeewww ,” she calmly exhales. Head lifting only slightly, her eyes rotate towards the lower branches. Neck still hanging downwards, the mare looks out at nothing in particular as her innards calm down. Still on all four long legs, her other end still tries to weakly wrap around the large tree behind. Being the horse that she is, the bark feels dry and uncomfortable against her crevice. Especially where it’s most delicate, as it seems to poke through her tail at times . Yet it’s not only because of the size of the tree that the bark does reach further inside her spread crevice. Nope, it’s a small round point, maybe a tenth the size of her round rear diameter, that returns and carries a point of pressure. Not one to wait, it's this point of pressure that Mariana utilizes, as her legs all begin to lean backwards.

Tunnel as open as can be, she’s at least getting used to all this. Even so, it's still quite the feeling to feel the creature inside go back into her in reverse. Pressing back, using the weight of the tree mixed with her own weight, slowly she manages to slide back, pressing her naked ass further against the wood. Her tail begins to smoothen and compress even more, tightly pressing deeper inside her mucky crevice. In return, she feels the neck and head of the MUTO slide further back through her from which it came. Back into her rounding undercarriage, where it belongs.

Calmly the mare grunts and exhales, “urr-ahhhh.” Still uncomfortable against her body's momentarily non resisting wishes, it feels good at least mentally to feel her control over the situation grow. Each inch she manages to get the MUTO back in there, more of it disposes back into her womb, where things are the safest. That’s the home base, and no part of the harsh surrounding nature could get to the MUTO then. That is, without literally going through the defensive horse first. “Don’t worry,” long chin rises, “my womb will keep you nice and safe again in no time. ” Safe inside her calm clutches.

Pressing back so forcefully, bark begins to poke through her tail, pressing against her lips and even her asshole above. It’s enough to break through her sense of numbness, reflectively initiating a clench or two. Mostly shifting her black donut above, it does suck the MUTO in another millimeter at least. Still however, as uncomfortable as it may be for her, and maybe even the MUTO, she needs to remain a bit aggressive right now.

The next time her contractions act up, only a little bump of the snout remains outside of her butt lips. Completely blocked off from any light by her tail, the slanted nostrils and ending mouth are just buried within the mare’s buttcheeks. Each one molds tightly against and around like someone lying within two grassy hills. Taking a quick step back, Mariana leans back, this time with her head back, as she braces through her lower belly’s next push.

Again her underbelly lifts higher with a flex, closer towards her back as she tries to push out the kaiju from her woman hole. Yet again, the tree easily brunts the added force. With no movement, only a * slick * wet yet sticky sound is heard. The cause of the weird suction sound is completely hidden from the outside world as her tunnel flexes. Yet of course, the snout and the rest of the Kaiju remains lodged inside her ass. 22 seconds later, and the wave passes.

     “My turn,” she breathes out a bit laboriously, not caring about the irony that it’s ‘her turn’ against herself. Taking action, she backs her hooves up once more. This time, as far back as she can go until she’s forced to lean forward slightly, she does the opposite of her earlier actions, and actually widens her stance. Stretching beyond her hips, her back legs form a triangle with the ground. Her cheeks turn, aiming towards her tail above, and apart from one another where they mix in with her large legs. Her tail hangs in the middle, more separated from her lower glutes. Carefully sliding back, she backs her legs up beyond the tree, until her hooves are somewhat even on each side of the wooden structure. One even awkwardly balances on another small root.

Wrapping around the base of the giant plant, she presses the inside of her ass back into the wood with as much force as she can muster. Unable to see it, she feels her lips kiss the back of her tail like a teenager with passion, as the bark pokes and presses through her tail. Leaning forward and even downwards just a tad, she keeps the pressure on her crotch.

     Black lips pressed, even getting poked just barely inside, she forces the last of the MUTO completely back into her body. It scratches and even stabs at her sensitive area slightly, but she has to do what she has to do. Baring her crotch through the thin long hairs, she focuses more on the mass that matters. Wedging the MUTO back in, which reflectively flinches inside the narrow tunnel, it’s as if she were taking in a football back there. Remaining open as can be, it’s no easy task to take the full foal sized MUTO back inside her depths. Still, she manages to fit it back within her, as the round tip of grey shrinks inside the wrinkled foil of her inner pink lips. Yet as she gets the snout back inside, she continues to only press her rear back, further and harder into the tree until both lips of her backside are forced to flatten.

     Unsatisfyingly not able to ‘get enough’ of the MUTO back inside, her ass struggles to spread any farther around the wide wood. Her ass feels ripped slightly. Frankly, pressing against the structure more than it spreads her at this point, she opens every part of her backside as much as she’s able to. Yet that small separation of her haired covered body isn’t too critical. It's the lower and middle part of her that really presses flat against the curve of the wood.

     Wide lips buried underneath her tail, she lifts her rear to really get her lips flush against the now firm tail. Sticky from before, yet moist from her bowel’s birth attempt, most of her pink flesh separates, pressing as wide as her insides can against the solid mass. Not much in reality, every little bit feels major to the mare. The reason being, is that for every little bit she separates her womanhood, she also manages to ‘reach’ deeper, and nudge the round snout further back inside its home. Even as all of this only happens to a small portion of the large mare’s entire body, to her each tiny shift feels more than significant.

     Her next contraction sneaks up on her. Snout lifting up and off to the left with some wincing in her expression, the mare continues to hold her lower crotch jammed against the base of the tree. Like a wave, her guts begin to shift. Feeling the weight transfer just a few inches back inside, the pain doesn’t feel as bad as usual as her next wave of contractions flex her innards once more, resisting the advance of the foal inside.

“Ya how does that feel,” she taunts her own body through gritted teeth. Having dealt with this losing war, she grows proud to really be winning this unnatural battle against her body. Dominating, every flex and push of her body becomes virtually useless in trying to get the animal through her vagina. Remaining firm and strong, all it manages to do is dilate her tunnel, swelling it if anything, but not even able to open it anymore as she presses her crotch firmly into the wood with a wet * shlink * that wetly sounds out like a sponge from underneath her pressed tail.

The more time passes, the more her contractions fail. As they eventually die down, and as she leans away from the tree, this time the muto remains relaxed. The pressure remains heavy like a very weighted blanket. Still inside the warmth, its snout remains buried just inside Mariana’s closed personal tunnel.

     The muscles in her undercarriage grow dull. Growing a tad bit weaker, these are no cardiac muscles. For that reason, the weight of the MUTO almost seems to drag from above her knees. It’s an odd feeling, but it’s easily lost in the mix of other odd feelings she's felt this past year. Hell, even though the MUTO still shifts and squirms inside her nethers ever so slightly, like an animal’s breathing she doesn’t even pay that any attention for the moment. Ready to wrap things up, she remains preoccupied for the time being.

Quick to take action, her hooves change directions, leading the mare forward. Ready to finish this, like a marathon runner at the final stretch she verbally tells the air, “just need to take things home now.” The end of the branch only remains another 8 slight belly swaying steps away. Her hips seesaw, and her cheeks rise and fall just a tad bit more loosely than before. Yet things still seem a bit stiffer than usual in the middle. Imagining x-ray vision, it’s not hard to imagine where between those legs the MUTO’s stiff body remains lodged inside. Mostly curled up inside the big ball in the middle, its head and neck force the mare’s hips to compensate around with wider steps. Like a deformed rod it goes straight through the middle, slightly bottom half of her, dispensing largely into that swollen round and hairy underbelly. That part sways a bit more naturally, even as bloated as it is.

     Soon enough, the still very solid mare reaches her mark. Just in time too. Only a few seconds to spare . Through a different form of ‘practice’ that occurred, believe it or not, only 20 or so minutes ago, she’s able to line herself up quite efficiently. Flicking her tail to the side without arms, there’s only a brief moment of her almost regular black lips.

Almost closed fully as normal, there’s just two things slightly off about the horse’s privates. One being how full and large they appear. Almost like they were juiced up with water (or blood), they seem almost puffy. Maybe some 10-15% bigger than usual. Expanding her back entrance/exit, the other strange part would be that small bit of pink flesh that still remains exposed. Parted slightly, even with the slight inflation, things deeper inside should be covered and hidden within her mounds. Yet something deeper inside, still forces the outer portion of the mare slightly agape, just barely showing a glimpse of the steamy insides. Widening her lower lips sideways just slightly, it may still be buried within the pink flesh, yet the MUTO’s long and especially wide snout still leaves its mark. Fortunately for Mariana, that just makes the next part of things easy, as with haste, she backs herself into the protruding brown branch.

Still somehow just a tad bit darker than the rest of the tree from her last ‘experience’ with the thing, most of the branches' once dark appearance has already dried up from the open air and dim sunlight. It’s only the very round end that still remains unusually dark like a day after rainfall. Besides that, now the only thing that remains exactly the same, is its smooth and round appearance. Perfect for the mare, with her lips already partially opened, it works its way through her like a butter knife.

Grrrrrrr , an almost growl-like grunt tickles through the horse’s long throat. Enough to even vibrate her neck, shaking the hairs around it quickly. Cylinders of throat muscles manage to bulge the thick hairs. On the opposite side, out of her view, her backdoor flesh swallows its second object at once. Sliding through her walls, it doesn’t even get the chance to really open her before it instantly comes into contact with the ‘first object’. Also round and just an inch smaller in size, the wood pokes the wide tip of the MUTO’s muzzle. In reaction, the nostrils flair out lung air.

“Perfect timmmming ,” the throat muscles of the mare shift as the bottom of her gut goes through its next round of contraction. Out in the open air, while she may not be able to see everything going on, she sure as hell feels it. Straining and pushing everything towards her tunnel once more, it’s a little bit duller than past attempts. Strong enough to overwhelm Mariana without the branch in the way absolutely, but now she notes how a bunch of struggling muscles underneath her skin are growing quite overworked. Impatient and with her back hole open already, she decides to get a bit greedy and try something new to speed things up.

Similar to with the tree, her back hooves slowly glide over the dirt below. Carefully backing up, she leans forward for a moment until her back legs are in position. Then, once ready, she leans herself back, allowing the branch to press further through her delicate back lips.

Almost like an abomination, the muscles in her belly walls do not take kind to the treatment. Cramping her wide abdomen, the skin underneath her dark hairs begin to tremble. “ Oh ,” big round eyes on top of her snout wince, maybe this wasn’t the best idea . Having been pressing and squeezing her some 400 pound belly, the cramps seem to overly clench into the muscles themselves. Flipping things, it’s as if her insides were folding in on herself. Sharply inhaling,it’s enough to even tremor her tunnel and black lips as if they were just frightened. Stopping herself short from the cramping, that motion only managed to bury the MUTO another 2 inches inside. Still, progress is progress , even if verrry uncomfortable.

Wide thighs shift towards one another as her butt flexes to subdue the tension. “ Easssshy ,” she calls through clenched teeth, “take it easy now girl.” The mare’s eyelids cover her pupils as she clenches over the branch carefully. Whether she was coaching herself or her body is unknown, all she knows is that this cramping is as bad as her worst contraction. Another shift of her legs and hips take place as the girl adjusts, accidentally wedging the MUTO further through her another inch. Eyes clenching in premedicated worry, it’s surprising when the cramping doesn’t grow. No, already irritated, her womb walls almost seem to ignore this action as they continue to try to calm down; like ice on a stove.

Likely never having stopped wiggling, at least a little, the MUTO takes this chance to really move. 6 legs and 2 arms stretch and begin to press out against the surrounding womb like a spider. Trying to push things out, the tight inner muscles of Mariana prevent even the smallest of bumps to breach her skin this time. Obviously things were still a bit tense with everything. However, Mariana definitely still feels things, as they’re enough to bump out her womb. It’s just that her skin and hair remain just too far away through her guts and flesh from her womb walls.

Worrisome, Mariana exhales a sigh of relief as the limbs only seem to apply pressure to her cramps; calming and subduing them. “ Thank you ,” she whispers mostly to herself, not expecting that ‘help’ to have been intentional. Inhaling slowly this time, her head hovers another inch higher. The limbs inside press and push like that of a forceful massage. A bit painful how it presses into the knots in her abdomen, but the burn feels good as it eases the tension. Slowly, time cools things as well, as the fire inside begins to dwindle.

Growing dull like before, Mariana takes only another moment. She pants, “I gotta get this over with,” before carefully leaning back once more. Inside the inner half of her body, the MUTO tries to wiggle within her tight wall as the wood presses harder against its snout. Pushing into it once more, the surrounded creature begins to slide further inside Mariana’s darkness another inch. And then, something strange, yet convenient happens.

Having grown annoyed by this hard, irritable thing pressing against its face, the MUTO’s limbs shift closer towards the horse’s rear. Pulling itself back, its head slides into the womb. Sliding through, frankly too easy, Mariana’s eyes widen into circles. Open, yet cloudy with relief. It’s like a heavy pressure was just lifted off her wide shoulders, as the MUTO slips back out of her organic fleshlight with a light * pop*. Wet and slippery, even as her brown sturdy ears face outwards, just barely her inner ear drums are able to hear the sudden release she gladly feels.

Sounding even quieter than a whisper, a short “ wow ,” leaves her lips. Like a feather to a rock, it’s such a dichotomy compared to the past 30 minutes. Just barely her swollen belly shifts left down and right as its prodded about from the inside. Until the hanging almost curly hairs of her hanging gut calm, as her wide belly rounds once more. Standing like a statue, she doesn’t move any of her long legs. Or body, for that matter. Frankly, the only part of her that moves is her womb wall just barely, as it presses into the wiggles and small adjustments of the MUTO inside. “Good,” her closed eyelids seem to exhale a calm breath, “I got you now.” Still penetrated with the wooden branch, she feels a calmness wash over her horse body like never before. That is, at least until her contractions need to ruin things once more.

Clearly not getting the memo, the mare’s smooth get engorged underbelly begins to lift ever so slightly. Again, it’s still going to try to push out the MUTO . Squeezing the creature’s home once more, Mariana “ neighs ”, through blowing lips. The tight wave grips along the bottom and sides of her wide middle, trying to work the young Queen back through her body and towards her ass.

Pressing internally, while cramped within the strong womb walls as always, the MUTO was just finally beginning to relax. Yet as the pressure increases quickly, its surroundings once more try to unwillingly cram the MUTO back through the narrow tunnel again. Pressing along the back side of the creature more so than her front, it unfortunately does a good job of trying to funnel it towards the mare’s ass which lies on the other side once more. So good in fact, that in no time its grey face is molded and pressed back towards the ever stretching inner flesh of a dilating vagina.

“Oh no, poor thing,” Mariana grunts heavily, feeling its limbs wiggling inside her wet dark pink tomb once more. Not only that, but the weight inside begins to press a bit closer towards her back legs. Trying to help, she slides her ass further over the branch, penetrating further between her hips. Maybe if she can get it to take up that empty space between, that will help keep the little yet large MUTO inside. Ignoring the now even weaker contractions, the small cramping is very manageable compared to earlier. So, her plan begins to work, as she manages to penetrate herself, working the wood just a bit deeper within the middle of her hips.

At the same time, her contraction continues to squeeze the muto’s heavily cramped body. Caught off guard and with the walls a bit too humid and slick, its arrow shaped head is of course forced into the one ‘give’, or rather, opening available. As its bent arms fail to pull itself, sliding along the slick inner membrane, it gets just a quick glance of where its head is going before its nose burrows its way through the slit, back through the tunnel. The tunnel that leads back towards Mariana’s gluttonous and hairy ass. The part of the mare that isn’t nearly as comfy as the warm- almost hot- waterlogged firm mattress it finds itself buried inside.

Ears filled with the wet * shlickk *, its face and snout becomes muzzled once more. Deeper inside, its wiggling and sliding limbs find no grip. And of course, it doesn’t help that it's barely able to bend its legs as is, due to how the small space forces its many joints to contract. At the mercy of the suffocating animal, it remains heavily trapped inside.

Unhappy, the MUTO grunts and lightly growls itself now. Would it have liked freedom and to be in the open? Yes. But did it enjoy the harsh hairs, overly bright light, extra overly tight tunnel, and now wood jammed against its snout? No! With escape buried beyond hundreds of pounds of resistance, and a solid tree branch, it would rather just ball up in its cramped cave at this point. Much better than facing this great weight within this suffocating tunnel. Yet even as strong as the young kaiju is, it feels itself getting absolutely smothered by the crushing weight and pressure surrounding it. After all, while she may be a kaiju, the inside of an entire horse is still a very strong place to be in. So, it pushes back inside the fleshy box. But unable to fight things, its ‘saving grace’ comes from outside help, as the wooden branch unceremoniously presses back into its snout again.

Two groans of frustration grow louder: One groan rumbles into the open air, while the other one is a lot more muffled from within the back portion of said animal that groans into the open air. The inner unique organ of Mariana tingles with a light vibration. All the MUTO Queen wants to do is just curl back up at this point. The last thing it wants is to keep dealing with the fleshy pocket squeezing it anymore. Let alone whatever this hard thing was that it was forced to keep pressing its face into. To most of the animal kingdom, even at this size the MUTO Queen would be a scary force to be reckoned with. Hell, like a donkey to a wolverine, even a horse would be smart to flee if it ever came face to face with the young kaiju. But here, the young creature had the exact opposite of home court advantage. With every single direction suffocating any of her movements, and pressing in constantly with the entire weight of the inside of a horse, at this size it was virtually pinned from all directions. Far too much of a losing battle for the young predator. So much so, that as she presses out hard against the strong inner abdomen, her efforts are for naught as Mariana’s naughty bits overwhelm the MUTO like a river current that’s too strong. So, even as she pushes back from into her tiny fleshy ridden home, the inner workings of the horse only manage to press her harder against the wooden stump within the narrow flesh.

Reluctantly pushing the MUTO back towards the inner gateway of her backdoor, there’s not really anything else Mariana can do at the moment. Even as her birthing muscles weaken, too numbed and dilated, she just can’t control her body enough. While neither may particularly like it, she finds it best to just wait out this next contraction for the time being.

Feeling half of the head of the creature pool back into the area with extra pressure, she hopes the MUTO doesn’t mind what's going on all too much. However, that low growl that shook her innards shared some idea of how the kaiju felt. After all, how could the mare blame it? Probably felt like being trapped in a continuous hot whirlpool in there. Or at least something close. Oddly enough, Mariana thinks about that for a minute. Even though it’s my own body… I’ll never know what it’s like in there , she wonders in curious fascination.

Unfortunately, for the time being there just isn’t anything different she can do. Fortunately however, her inner muscles die down once more.

“Ok, almost got you back in there,” as her muscles fade once more, she shifts side to side in place preparing herself. Branch gripped deeper within her rear clutches, the further middle of it presses against both insides of her hairy cheeks. Then, farther back and higher, the branches’ leaves shimmy and sway behind her. Glancing back so that most of her eyeballs appear white, she notes the waving green up and above. Muttering out to the air behind her, she gives one more bit of assurance, “Don’t worry. Just a little longer and things will go back to normal.”

Her insides begin to cool with an all too familiar dull pain now. It reminds her of a similar pain she’d feel in her legs after a long trek. Knowing what that means, Mariana stops her shimmy, and sets her feet. Taking a long step back first, she waits a moment, before slowly sliding in reverse.

Smooth as before, the wood grain disappears through her back lips. Inside, the wood leaves the bright open air, and into the dark smothering shadows. Pressure and moisture increase.

Mariana feels her lungs lift with an inhale. Pressed against something firm, the branch doesn’t budge anymore then a few inches. Not too much, but enough to require some more needed force, Mariana is careful to push the snout of the MUTO back where it belongs. The world around her seems to move forward as she slides back another two inches. Her hanging gut lifts and round away from her thighs only a little.

Inside the darkness, the hole in her womb’s wall, which had swallowed the MUTO’s head, begins to shift and mold around different parts of the dispensing creature’s head. Reversing, it slides out of the suction, and into the strong roofed inner room.

Calm at first, once again the open space deeper within Mariana’s rear suddenly shifts again with haste. Without contractions fighting the MUTO, it finds itself able to drag itself back into the womb again. This time, after the quieter * plop *, she’s quick to curl back, press out the walls momentarily, before balling into a large fetal position once more.

Now with the MUTO out of the way, the mare quickly slides back as far as she can go, quick to accelerate. Not wanting to make that mistake away, she takes in the branch almost up to her belly button, until she feels the branch reach the deepest part of her tunnel. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but that should lock the MUTO inside until her body decides to calm down. Plus, she’s already feeling herself starting to grow a little used to these kinds of things.

The wider part of the branch reaches beneath her tail, scraping a bit more as it splits the inside of her ass apart. With things in the middle feeling well doable at this point, it’s only two things that somewhat overwhelm her; the width of the branch which splits the gateway to her tired pussy, and the depth it reaches up and through her body. A third overwhelming thing would be the large weight within her widely hanging gut again, but that almost feels more comfortable by now. At least, when compared to when it was partially empty, oddly enough.

Seconds pass as her body remains calm. Inside the MUTO tries to wiggle and shift, but Mariana’s gut is still a bit tense for the creature inside to really turn itself around. Just barely managing to slide its face along the back right- Mariana’s left- part of her womb, she’s afraid she can tell it's too late, before her insides start contracting once more.

Inside, the warm inner ‘skin’ wraps around the MUTO from all sides snuggly again. Feeling its close embrace from shoulders to bent limbs, the creature tries to turn its upper body around again, away from the mostly closed small slit. Its limbs struggle to open up at all, as the small fleshy cave aggressively resists any movement during this strange period. Contorting its neck, the slime-like wall rubs along the left side of its face. The Kaiju tries to follow with its slick grey upper body. The progress is slow with heavy resistance, yet the MUTO slowly feels its right shoulder beginning to replace where its head once was against the slit. However, its progress remains too slow, as the surrounding pressure grows too strong. Guiding it, the room presses into the creature once more, as another contraction begins.

The force pins the kaiju even more so against its right side. Pressing mostly into where its rear still remained firmly held, the flesh continues to narrow, pressing over the creature’s body. ‘Guiding’ it, the right side of the womb seems to suddenly stretch and expand. Not a lot, but like a balloon inflating, it’s enough of a release for the MUTO’s to slip and slide back down, over to where it was already. Failing to avoid what it tried to avoid in time, the slit dilates and grows ready. Opening round and spreading the surrounding flesh apart, it’s eager to take the MUTO Queen back in. With a grimace, the MUTO’s head follows the womb’s direction. However, with an annoying *bonk*, the womb’s walls suddenly fail, as something pokes in, blocking off the deeper entrance to Mariana’s open vagina.

While the impact is relatively hard, the kaiju is no normal mammal. As a result, the MUTO just feels an annoying tap on the head as she mutters out an instinctual, “ owe .” It’s the MUTO’s first sound. The voice is quiet, yet as deep as the cave it finds itself in. Head pressing against the stub, the surrounding entrance of the small tunnel continues to dilate and stretch outwards like an eye’s iris. The dark shadowed pink flesh smooths into a cone-like circle. Open and welcoming the ‘foal’ to slide through its head sized cavity, the MUTO’s head remains firmly pressed, held back just beyond the blocked gateway. Consistently, as the surroundings press and ‘welcome’ the animal onward, the girl creature doesn’t budge another inch. Instead, she remains held firmly by the awkward, almost soft yet firm dome like structure.

The walls wave and flex like slow massive waves. A bit stronger now they ‘encourage’ the young kaiju through its small opening. Yet it remains a failing endeavor, as the inside of the snatch remains blocked and filled. Soaked log in the way, along each side of the wooden material, the ‘stickly’ flesh tightly wraps around the length of it. The surroundings continue to try to stretch and open, yet with the wet wood inside, it looks like the mare’s insides are just sucking on some weird lollipop.

Sealing everything off, everything is as dark as midnight in a deep cave. The dark womb walls are seen through primal vision alone. By now the kaiju’s eyes have readjusted its night vision to what it knows somewhat, able to just barely make out the dark abdomen flexes, and protrusion of the wood still pressing against its cheek. Squishing its sturdy face through slow snail-like squeezes, it’s irritatingly uncomfortable.

Unmoving, Mariana stands strong in place as her innards work; flexing her hanging gut ever so slightly, and vibrating her side walls at times. Pulling her lungs into her throat on one end of her body, she manages to just ride the storm that takes place closer to the other end. There’s no way her insides could keep this up forever. Her body flexes tighter, it’s just a mmmmmater of time.

“ Ughh ,” she exhales, as the hairs along her belly begin to just barely relax as another contraction comes to an end. Muscles relaxing, her broad chest grows and shrinks, catching and filling with air. Down along the lower half of her form, as her chest rises and falls, her underbelly just continues to widen and smooth back out to its old form. Truthfully, she knew it was going to shrink again soon, similar to her deflating chest, just albeit a much slower process.

With the latest relaxation, she decides to talk to her ‘foal’ for the time being. It didn’t feel too happy about things. Even if it doesn’t do anything, maybe it would calm both of their nerves. “Hey, I know you probably can’t understand me,” her eyelashes flick back, “but figure I might as well… think out loud, at the very least.” The talking mare’s eyes lower for a moment, before looking back out into the foliage beyond. Her head takes in the sight as she appears to talk to no one in particular, “this isn’t me. Wellll, this isn’t me ‘exactly’, doing this. You see…,” she feels kinda embarrassed and exposed talking like this to the woman part of her body. Especially with how she remains standing with a large tree branch inside her. But no one appeared to be in sight at least. Plus, if anything, maybe it would make more sense if anything to why this horse was standing put, with a literal stick up its ass.

“My body seems to think you’re ready to be born,” the calmest part of her contractions settle down. She continues, worn out but finding it a bit easier to speak, “it doesn’t know you need to stay inside of… me .” The hair on her head flicks, yet her tail remains perched over to the side. Hanging around the wood, its wide reach mostly covers the branch that’s buried further within her round rear. “You see, you’re a different ‘horse’, then most.” Why the lie? Well, easier to just say it this way, for the time being, I guess. “So my body is making a mistake…” her underbelly grows warmer, showing the early warning signs of the next incoming contraction.

Her head flicks back forward and down, trying to talk somewhat between her legs as she prepares her womb and ass for the impending assault. She continues anyway, “It doesn’t know that you need to stay inside me longer… For another 8 months!” The clenching begins, “While you’re already a bit of a pain in myyy guts, we still got a lot more to go between me and you.” A tightness begins to spread beneath her belly hairs, reaching further within her insides, “so while this part may suck for you-” the mare’s teeth flinch as the pain wraps around her wide belly once more. Sharply inhaling, a reflex moves from her chest, down towards her wide sides. “ And me too,” she whispers through a snip of pain, “we’ll just have to get through this together. Then things should bbbe back to normal.” The back hooves of the mare shuffle in place over the dirt. Ending her spiel, her long brown neck points out, lifting her chin as she braces for the incoming wave with a horse like “ neigghhh .”

Uncomfortable as can be, a small wave grates along the big wide side of the mare. Like a snake swallowing down a medium sized meal, it appears the horse’s body is moving something even further beyond her stomach. Waving and flexing down to her hips, it’s her hips that stop the flex, remaining round, wide, and unmoving. Seeming to brick wall the contractions in place, it’s only the branch that gives any other indication something is happening.

Cracking and groaning up along the tree's extension, it just barely seems to lower itself another centimeter for some odd reason. Slowly, as if something were carefully lining it up, Mariana’s tunnel flexes around the end of the wood, gripping it firm and tightly. No longer does it shift. Wrapping around the branch carefully and firm, as if it didn’t know what way her womb was trying to move things, Mariana’s vagina makes a perfect ‘O’ around the wood. Gripping around it like a throat to a hot dog, it’s only 15 seconds later until the branch lifts ever so slightly. With it, Mariana’s insides finally relax, unclenching the wood. Buried underneath her tail, just a bit of pink along the top and bottom of her marehood reveals itself. The MUTO on the other hand, remains just as deeply buried as before.The two M’s, or rather, the big M, and the little m remain together: With the little m inside the big M.

Gripping around the wood with her haunches, Mariana just needs to remain firm and strong as she blocks off the MUTO’s exitway. Already she can feel each of her contractions weakening. It’s only a matter of time before they die down completely. Not only is her plan working, but it also at least minimally stimulates her back end. Nothing significant by any means, but even that nice tingle helps provide some distraction over the attempted eviction. Which is needed, as she feels her round gut, from belly button to spine, seem to strain itself like a pulled muscle. Even spasming at times as it tries to work something so large into and out of her ass.

Inside, the MUTO’s world becomes cramped once more as the small inner ball grows smaller, compressing it against one end again. While the strange words beyond were mostly gibberish to the creature, it does at least have some sense it would need to wait whatever this was out. Already the force has grown weaker since things started some 5 minutes ago, and that was already some improvement. Slick, almost sweat forms along its body as the warmer then usual slick walls try to jam it out, and into the wood. Fortunately, it acts as an uncomfortable raft. Blocking every inch of escape within the distant tunnels clenches, the MUTO just remains pressed in its cramped and sideways pushing ‘bed’. Then eventually, the pressure begins to slowly subside, as her home relaxes once more: Still small and cramped, but at least breathable.

This process would happen about 5 more times, each attempt growing weaker than the last. By the 4th or 5th time, Mariana didn’t so much as change her breathing. By now the muscles within her body barely put up any effort. By then, it’s only the barely heard shifting of the trees that show any change, as the branch rises and falls over the span of 10 seconds now. Only rarely does the word crack up above. Soon enough, the 5th contraction ends, and then… nothing.

Still drained of energy, Mariana continues to stand tall. Long haired mane hangs down as if it were covered in sweat. Sure, horses couldn’t sweat, yet somehow her hair looked as tired and worn out as can be. By now, 3 minutes had passed from the last contraction, yet Mariana remained still, cautiously unmoving. Sure she could, but like taking a cast off of a broken arm, she still feels safer attached to the wooden branch. Feeling so safe and unsure in fact, that it takes her a whole 10 minutes before she finally makes up her mind that things are safe to move on.

Her hooves form a line in the dirt as she carefully walks forward. With each step, more of the branch reveals itself by the second. Wet once again, yet this time not of pleasure, more of the dark wood reaches the cool open air, no longer buried inside the warmth wetness underneath the tail. A whole two steps results in three feet of the branch sliding out of her shadowed depths. Another half a step, and the last of the nub rocks in the air, at the end of a waving branch.

To the branch, things are open and airy in the afternoon sun. Birds chirp and squirrels run farther up the tree. Green leaves and periodic red roses litter the ground far beyond any single branch can reach. Simply put, once again, things are open and spacious out here! Yet much closer to the branch, just beyond the ending round curve of the tree branch, things are different.

Above the ground, and above two strong legs and a rear, an almost black tail flows back to its natural state. Covering up the privates of a mare, it gives the naked animal some decency. As a result, buried and completely out of view of this open outside world, Mariana’s pink tunnel closes. As the black lips come together, forming the closed vertical slit once again, everything inside Mariana resets. With it, so does the MUTO, which remains held deeply inside.

Back in its dark and small ball, the MUTO’s surroundings have finally calmed down completely. Even with the wooden feature out of the way, the slit that it had taken to crawl around and away from, is closed and small as usual. Finally, the grey creature thinks, as it leans against the side of its fleshy room, ready to relax. With a small * burp *, it snuggles into the warm surrounding.

Outside, as the sun begins to lower itself, Mariana feels ready to do something similar. As much as she enjoys the nice freedom, she wishes she had a ‘bed’ as nice and comfy. But for now, resting alongside a pack of bushes would have to do.

Walking over, her gut hangs low. Tense from earlier, the muscles are too dull as her gut sways a bit extra. The pressure tugs at her spine on alternating sides. Fortunately, she didn’t have far to go, and eventually, curls up with her back along the foliage.

Wide belly resting on the dirt, it remains high and as ‘engorged’ as the night before. Ready for a later afternoon rest, she pushes her legs out to the right, and leans her long neck over her left shoulder. Stretching her frame, she gives the hairs on her big underbelly a nice kiss, below she relaxes back to as she was.

Her belly doesn’t react, but at least her womb feels nice and calm once more. Calm enough that with surprising speed, sleep overtakes her. Except for the calm rising and falling of the mare’s lungs, and nostrils, her legs, tail, and even belly, remain calm for hours.

It’s a relaxing site to behold. And behold it does, as a pair of eyes look out from a very nearby bush. Well now, the creature thinks, that was interesting. After all, it had just witnessed the entire thing.
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