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Last time we found the mare, she had just finished winning a very unique and tough battle against her strange 'foal'. Particularly, one about getting it to stay inside her womb, where according to her knowledge, it belongs.\n\nFast forward 6 months since that incident and we find a very different mare walking through the woods. Not only larger around the middle, but one that is more confident and experienced, and has been feeling a unique array of emotions lately.\n\nBut duty calls, and that means finding more prey for the larger MUTO Queen which lurks inside. Unable to avoid it, she'll need feed the Kaiju, and likely contribute to its- along with her- growing size. However, that might not be a bad thing. Fortunately, with a lucky catch, its a rabbits' most typical predator, that becomes her bodies next prey.\n\nHope you all continue to enjoy the series. 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Next up we have chapter 5 in the story of Mariana. Last time we found the mare, she had just finished winning a very unique and tough battle against her strange 'foal'. Particularly, one about getting it to stay inside her womb, where according to her knowledge, it belongs.

Fast forward 6 months since that incident and we find a very different mare walking through the woods. Not only larger around the middle, but one that is more confident and experienced, and has been feeling a unique array of emotions lately.

But duty calls, and that means finding more prey for the larger MUTO Queen which lurks inside. Unable to avoid it, she'll need feed the Kaiju, and likely contribute to its- along with her- growing size. However, that might not be a bad thing. Fortunately, with a lucky catch, its a rabbits' most typical predator, that becomes her bodies next prey.

Hope you all continue to enjoy the series. Share comments and thoughts below.", "writing": "\n\n \n\nMariana’s Duty\n\nChapter 5: The Fox, The Horse, and The Kaiju\n\nA fox with fur as orange as a sunset trots through the dimming forest floor. A few clouds shade the area a bit more than the forest foliage periodically, but it’s a mostly sunny day. Warm as well; comfortable. Up a bit earlier than usual for the nocturnal species, the fox has an idea along the lines of ‘the early bird gets the worm’. The thought is just translated through a bit more of a feral mindset.\n\nBeing the smart wood critter that he is, the white chinned animal had grown to realize that this was the best time to hunt. This way, he not only catches the creatures that are preparing to sleep through the night, but the ones that have yet to wake up. It’s genius. Believe it or not, one time he was even able to snag a honeybadger through this method! Those are quite the muscular animal. Even a wolf would agree. Sure, he was a bit big for a fox, but that is still definitely an animal a fox wouldn’t want to mess with on even a good day. Even if it was asleep, that was still a huge gamble for the slim predator. Hell, even catching that honeybadger off guard still involved quite a decent struggle. Face fur having turned a bright crimson red by the end of it, he ate quite well for those couple of days. Enough to even give himself a nice little belly pudge for fear another animal would investigate the scent. But, that was last year. Fast forward to today, and he was back to his hungry thinner yet still well fed self. Not in any rush to get skinny, he searches for nothing in particular.\n\nBlack rubber like nose * sniff, sniffs * over some broken branches on top of the dirt. Differentiating each flavor, he picks up the scent of all nearby forest creatures: A lot of birds that are too far up, a squirrel that seems to rise up a nearby tree, distant markings of a wolf (would be smart to avoid that trail), anddddd that’s just about it. However, there is one unique smell. A scent that the pointed ears of the critter flick towards. It’s a strange one, not one he recognizes. One that his experience tells him is likely a larger animal, due to the “heavyness” of the scent, but it’s one he still can’t quite put his paw on. But that’s not the only part that really intrigues the vulpes. As faint as a grain of salt, there is something else mixed into the smell. Unsure if can even smell it correctly, it tells of something both extremely foreign, strange, and very interesting. Following the scent, curiosity tells him he may as well check it out. Better to learn something new, if not anything else.\n\n* Sniff sniff snifffff* *sniff SSnifffff sniff sniff* , wet rubber like black nose flares as the furry face scans along the forest floor. Black whiskers poke and bump into the grass and earth below periodically as he remains as close to the ground as he can. Sharp slitted eyes turn and dart side to side, following a shifting yet general path. Similar to the rest of his fur, the irises mold an orange shade. Off to the left he gets a noticeable whiff of the scent, before the smell dies down a couple of steps later.\n\nYou see, that’s the struggle of tracking a scent. So faint, even with his strong canine snout, whatever animal tracts his nose can pick up, can easily become lost. Not just for a moment, but sometimes even gone for good. That’s the ultimate risk when trailing a path. Facing to the right, while still walking and smelling, the faint scent returns. Neck hunched down, and eyes darting with his nose side to side, he slowly follows the trail with attentive interest.\n\n15 minutes of walking and searching pass. Still relatively faint, but the scent has grown a bit more clear over time. However, the fox finds himself in a pretty peculiar position. Standing on all four paws as always, his floofy tail slopes downwards a good foot and a half. Lifting his head up from the brown ground, the furry orange and white head looks around the open surroundings once more. Less grass around here, it’s mostly leaves, dirt and tree roots that litter the ground. There’s no wind today; a good and bad thing for the small predator depending on how an animal were to look at it. Muzzle sways left quietly in the air, taking in the unmoving bushes and trees for a moment. Then it turns in the opposite direction, taking in the slightly denser rows of trees beyond.\n\nHe’s confused. That unique ‘tang’ he picked up on earlier, has only grown even more strange to the four pawed mammal. Now much more potent and clear, it is unlike anything the little creature had ever smelled before. In every scent, there are multiple clues telling him what he’s after. Yet in this case, every clue just leaves him even more confused. All he can tell now, is that whatever animal he was after, as the hormones of a pregnant animal. Picking up on the idea early on, a particular whiff of how his kind would typically ‘mark their territory’ clarified that hypothesis. But still, that surprisingly only left him with more questions over just what animal he was actually following.\n\nThe scents were just far too foreign. A part of him grows cautious and weary over this fact, leaving a bad feeling in his furry balls. But the curious part of him feels the urge to find out exactly what this heavy, rustic, almost musky, oddly dull yet barn-like smell is. Humans tell stories of foxes being composed of dog hardware mixed with cat hardware: Curious as a cat, that idea remains true today.\n\nYet that’s not the only confusing part of his journey along this scented trail. The latest would be how it appears to split off in two directions. Directly in front of his slim furry shoulders there’s a fork in a road that only his nose can detect. One path appears to continue on forward, albeit a bit off to the right into the dense trees and some bushes beyond. The other, takes a slightly sharper left hand turn, directly through a few big bushes. They appear pummeled, having clearly been walked through. Even at this distance he can tell it muffles the scent just a bit, before also continuing beyond his nose’s range.\n\nFuzzy, pointy, yet slightly round tipped ears aim in the middle. They show the fox’s uncertainty, as they point where the scents split. Behind him, the long poofy tail stretches out like a large furry sausage, hanging still and unmoving. Up ahead, he thinks he sees a dent in the dirt. Three times the size of one of his paws, it seems to mold a particularly soft spot in the brown. Almost a perfect circle, the shape looks strange, almost alien to the fox. It’s unlike any typical forest creature it has ever seen. The fox notes how it’s large like a bear, but it’s definitely no bear. Without any nails scratches along the broken twigs, or indents in the dirt, this is likely some sort of herbivore the fox guesses. While the hunting male is no coward to a big meal, this one would likely have to be very impaired for it to catch this one.\n\nFortunately, with a sense of smell so strong, the musky scent tells him something about this unknown animal: It smells very pregnant . Maybe the mother will be out cold some time soon as a result. Or maybe, if he’s lucky, he could get a nice filling spawn kill. But first, he’d have to investigate and find out his chances. Before even that, he’d have to figure out which way to go. Standing upright fully, the fox shifts his neck to look off to the left.\n\n While this one doesn’t have as many visual cues further ahead, the scent of the animal ahead is noticeably a bit stronger. Sure that could be a bit of extra ‘oil’ that managed to leak off this creatures ‘paws’ or ‘fur’, but it’s more likely than not that this was the animal’s most recent path. One to trust his nose over his other senses, the fox gives a light jog in this direction. Head low to the ground, its ears and muzzle point onwards. Worst case scenario, the fox figures he can just circle back.\n\nThe scent leads the fox around the bush and through a pair of widely trunked trees. His paws quietly slide over the dirt. His claws succeed in not scratching the wooden roots in his way. Better to not leave any trail of your own after all. The trail ahead continues on as the pointed muzzle sniffs forward another 15 feet. But then randomly… it veers off to the right.\n\nThe fox stops and stares off into the new direction. Directly to his right, it seems to lead exactly into the other path he hadn’t chosen. Maybe the creature circled back , the fox wonders with a lack of english. But that wouldn’t make sense to the some 2 foot 30 pound critter. If this animal the boy was tailing did circle back, then it would only make sense for it to have gone down the trail the fox was on. The trail the fox picked did have the strongest scent after all. Otherwise it would just be an endless loop, without any animal creating the loop. A paradox!\n\nThe fox shrugs his shoulders mentally, figuring maybe this strange animal did a lap, before going somewhere else up ahead. That would be the only thing that could make sense. Whatever be the case, the fox was definitely beginning to put his time into this hunt. He’d rather not have wasted all this time: A term the humans call the “sunken cost fallacy”. And so with that, he continues down the new trail.\n\n Sure enough, he crosses the ignored path once again. After taking the most recent right, and heading straight about 30 feet, this trail of course goes off to the right once more. Forming a large triangle from a bird's eye view, the fox assumes it would only lead it back to where it was a minute or two ago. But there is some hope for an explanation. His fur is silent as he looks off to a new found left.\n\nThere is a new trail further into the woods. That would make the most sense to the confused yet witty animal, yet of course there is another problem. That path somehow seems even more dead and unscented than any of the others. In fact, the smell which leads back to the first fork in the road appears to be weirdly stronger than the rest of the paths. But again, that couldn’t be, the fox figures, as that would have just led the fox back to where he was. It’s all just so…\n\nConfused, he’d rather not waste too much time deciding. The longer he waits, the more the faint smell will continue to die off into the rest of the forest. Figuring the scent was already beginning to fade too much as it was, he looks off to his left once more. Sure he’d have to go against his snout this time, but on the other side of a big bush and a couple trees to his right, that smell would just bring him back to where he was a moment ago. If anything, the animal he is after probably just rested a moment, before heading off into the fading distance. That is the only explanation that makes any sense to the quadrupedal furry fox. So, getting a bit bored of this, his furry body turns, waving his tail elegantly behind him and raising it slightly in interest. As he puts his snout down to the ground to pick up the scent once more. Again, if there’s nothing ahead, he could always circle back, he figures.\n\nNose beginning to flare again, with his back towards the path on the right side, he suddenly hears a loud rustling coming from a new big green bush. Pointed ears flick up. His pupils sharpen to attention as his head rises. Completely ignoring the smell, he goes to whip his furry face around to see what that new startling commotion is. The woods blur as he goes to look over his shoulder. His legs begin to bend, ready to jump away in the same motion. It all happens so quickly. It’s a blur. The eyes begin to make out something large and brown flying towards him. There's a lot of it, but a part of it extends out towards him. Just as his eyes begin to focus on the closest part of it all, it’s too late. The just in focus long limb reaches out towards his head fast, clocking him with a bony hoof at the end. Vision going dark, he’s instantly knocked out.\n\n“Oh wow! One of you buggers,” an excited female voice cheers into the medium dense forest. “I never thought I’d be able to catch a fox!” The girl continues, clearly proud of herself, “You’re such a slippery bunch. Oh yes, you should be perfect.” Unbeknownst to the animal, its fate was already sealed. To Mariana, like fishing, this particular animal is quite the impressive catch to the mare. Usually she’d stumble into smaller, not quite as wise creatures like raccoons, weasels, and whatever other little animal was curious. But a fox now! Not only was it Mariana’s biggest catch yet, it was also her most exotic.\n\nOut like a light, the fox now lays resting on its side. Eyes closed and furry arms stretched out, it’s almost as if the little mammal is sleeping. Not completely emotionally gone, the sight still does pull at Mariana’s heartstrings. Sure, she may have sent countless mammals down a similar fate within her rear, ever since that first rabbit some 6 months ago, and sure she may have gotten quite used to it over time, but still, she’ll always feel a bit guilty about taking the lives of these creatures. After all, she was still a herbivore. It’s just the unfortunate reality that the ‘foal’ which she holds doesn’t share the same appetite as her.\n\nNot wanting the furry animal to go bad, she lowers her long meaty head down to it. So tall and large compared to the smaller creature, her snout alone seems to be longer than the sprawled out fox. In fact, it seems to take a whole 2 seconds before the brown girthy neck makes it all the way down to the fox’s own. Like a brown haired giraffe, she lowers her snout until her round thick lips make contact with the orange fur. Lightly gripping around the unconscious animal’s nape, she clenches her flat teeth together over the skin. Pinching it with some slight saliva, the mare’s strong neck lifts her head up once more, this time carrying a fox with her up in the air.\n\nWith only minimal effort, her strong body’s able to dangle the orange creature from her mouth like a scarf. Rounded thick black lips cover up her teeth, as pinched orange fur strains in and out of her mouth. The feral animal tastes a bit dirty and grimy for the mare's liking. Nothing too bad actually, but it’s a wonder the MUTO seems to enjoy these ‘treats’ so much. It’s times like these that she has to remember the creature buried away below her back has very different taste buds.\n\nFrom limp downward facing snout to narrow rear, the fox is about the length of her throat. Obviously not as big boned or muscular, but with puffy fur the orange mammal appears about as thick too. Four legs dangle downwards towards the ground. Limply his wide, thick, and sunflower-like orange tail does the same, stretching below about as long as the rest of his body.\n\n“ CMmmm onmm mnow ,” Mariana mutters out with a mouth full of fox fur. Bending her joints, she stretches and flicks her long legs straight almost like a city horse through the wild forest. Mariana feels pretty good about herself. Eager to get her duty over with on one end, the reason for the optimism is more in line with how an onlyfans worker would go about their job vs any fear or concern. Sure she always enjoys what’s coming a little bit (some occasions a bit more), but she’d been waiting a long time for her trap to catch anything. By this point she was practically worn out from just sitting around most of her day. Might as well enjoy using her own ‘trap’ a bit more next time.\n\nRound glossy eyes glance down at the orange fox at the end of her long snout. Although you’re a big one now aren’t you? Suck a uniquely large creature to get inside, maybe she will enjoy this ‘toy’ a bit more. After all, she can’t help but feel some curiosity over what ‘delivering’ a whole fox will feel like.\n\nWalking along a good 15 minutes (5 more than she had planned), the horse sees its spot. There in the short distance, a smooth tree branch that the female mare has become very acquainted with, hangs in the open air. One that actually has probably already known her more than any other human or animal prior. The idea dips her pupils somewhere beyond the fox. Loneliness; the curse of being the only sentient horse in existence. A tickle presses the right side of her womb towards the skin buried underneath her brown hair. It’s the MUTO’s way of telling her it's growing hungry: As if she already hasn’t been getting the message for the past hour . Yet she doesn’t roll her eyes at the attention. In fact, a minor smirk lifts the corner of her lips, as she’s reminded of the company she literally holds.\n\n“Mmyaa myaa,” now her eyes roll with a little spark. Trotting forward, her muffled mouth’s smile still remains. She continues, “hold mmour mhorses, mhold mmour horses.” Not a fan of the saying when she first heard it by some passing humans, over time the phrase has grown on her quite a bit. However, trotting a bit quicker than usual, she remembers that’s not the only thing that has ‘grown on her’. Inhaling a bit extra, while transferring a bit extra weight into her long right legs, the heavy sway which tugs her belly side to side reminds the mare what else has grown on her.\n\nIt's been six months since she prevented that whole “premature” birth incident. And in that time, the MUTO inside her body has only continued to grow. Widening the middle of Mariana’s frame larger and further, confusion has been eating at her. While it may have been a full year since she met the MUTO Queen that had impregnated her, she could have sworn she heard that kaiju tell her that the kaiju she was holding within her belly wasn’t going to grow anymore until its date of birth. Yet, while she was unsure of the difference for the first month or two, now the change was quite undeniable.\n\nNothing crazy by any means, but just standing or sitting, the second her body passed beyond her ribs, she already felt her belly begin to round out. Slow at first, the slope of her middle began to really grow just around her stomach, before really reaching its peak just beyond the digestive organ. This is in tangent with her cramped womb of course. That is, before it would curve back and narrow down the otherside of her new found mountainside, before just returning to normal just before her hips.\n\nEven there she felt like she could feel the MUTO buried somewhere in the narrow parts of her flank. Likely the pressure, she knew the growing MUTO Queen was still 100% in her womb, and nowhere else.\n\nGrown larger where her belly hangs down towards the dirt, the growth was especially prominent on the left and right. Nothing ginormous, but using no limbs, the horse's body itself simply widened out a whole other couple of inches on each side. Narrow paths between trees she used to be able to squeeze through, now scratch her wide peaks. Small leaps, and sudden stops or shifts would now wobble throughout her hanging underbelly. Smooth and round, this was still something she thought would only be experienced by fat animals- which she’d tell herself she wasn’t! Even if she technically was. Yet even that wasn’t what ticked her off.\n\nWhat really alerted her to the changes, was the added weight she now had to support through her muscles. Working her legs some more, it was something that took a good couple weeks to notice. A rabbit or a squirrel would go in… and never come out. Turns out Kaijus don’t need to ‘lift their tails’ the way she would have to periodically. Nope, they just digest and absorb every single part of their prey, leaving nothing to waste. It was nice since that only meant she had to feed it every other day or so. But of course, the MUTO would only pack on the meat. That meant the added weight would begin to add up. Sure each squirrel or rabbit or whatever was small, virtually nothing to the mare. But as the MUTO within her grew, so did her own body, and of course, so did the pounds.\n\nNope, now she could no longer go for those multiple hour walks like she had so enjoyed. Back then, the MUTO inside added a little fatigue, but nothing the in-shape horse couldn’t handle. Now however… 4 or sometimes even 5 resting breaks a day were necessary. A good workout, her leg muscles have grown stronger over time. But even then, let's see you carry a quarter of your weight inside you at all times. Eventually wearing down her legs, not only was the fatigue noticeable, but the weight itself was quite imposing.\n\nTrying to stretch her wide underbelly, and drag her down towards the earth below every minute, the weight in her guts was unmistakable. Besides the tingling wiggling of her sides, no more could she hop and prance like the mare she once was. Now, a jog would be quite the effort with the couple cinderblocks worth of weight she now had to lug around. Not only that, but the added stiff ‘jiggle’ was quite uncomfortable in those motions. And she didn’t just need to lug the weight around like a working horse, but she actually had to carry it, buried inside her abdomen muscles. Within her flesh, in the middle of her whole body, is where it’s buried. In some ways that made things easier, distributing the weight throughout her body from glutes to back to shoulders. But in another way, it wasn’t a weight she could just drop off when she needed too. Nope, this heaviness was basically locked and sealed away within her for the next 6 months!\n\nShe blows out a breath of steam. Calmly inhaling, her hooves stop in front of her very useful tool. Right in front of the tree branch, she takes in the sight again. Head turning and weaving, he eyes check for any new unnoticed splineter. That’s a mistake you only make one time! Damn that hurt for a day or two . Bobbing and weaving her head side to side, she inspects every possible angle of the bark thoroughly. The pinchless scratching of a ‘paw’ inside still tickles her womb wall, but she ignores it, focusing on the task at hand.\n\nThe end of the branch seems to be as clean as normal. A nice rainfall the other day helped sweep away any new debris, or any of her dried ‘juices’ from previous sessions. Since that first time she found this great branch, it has grown smoother and better shaped. Like a river to the Grand Canyon, this gradual shift was not only a result of her times using it, but also the result of some light gnawing, and shaping with the flat bones of her teeth. Might as well mold the depositing tool, right ? She had figured. Although, she’d be lying if she said that every time she used it was for food delivery. Once… or four times she couldn’t help but just use it for ‘fun’.\n\nIt’s hard to help it. Sure, using this part of her body is still new and exciting, but she's grown to suspect there's something more at play affecting her. Sort of like an urge… but more emotional, if that makes any sense . Like her feelings have been changing, and directing her more at times. Sure it comes with waves of ‘urges’, but it also comes with odd spouts of anger, and a lot of strange emotional caring. Even that eye roll she gave off a minute ago when her inner passenger tickled her insides, had a bit more ‘smile’ to it then would be normal for her.\n\nHaving been pregnant for some time, she’s grown to learn a few things about herself and the process of it all. Being the smart horse she is, she’s grown to think it might possibly be hormones at play. After all, why else would she have these weird feeling changes?\n\nTo really break it down, Mariana’s found herself growing a bit more attached to the MUTO Queen. Ever since it seemed to finish its egg, and remain inside her, it’s almost as if that kiss she gave her encompassing belly was just the beginning. On the plus side, one thing she didn’t mind was how it made things easier for her to kill prey, and feed her baby. Now it wasn’t just a “you need to do what you need to do” thing. Now it was something she felt in her bones she “had” to get done. Something that left her no longer worried about the safety of her prey for as much, but something she worried about the hunger of the MUTO Queen for. Less and less she simply felt like a submarine carrying a delivery package. As time passed, she was really beginning to feel like she was part of the MUTO Queen. Almost as if she were actually the MUTO’s biological parent.\n\nWhen curled up at night, the mare instinctively grew to make sure her long stretched neck was as close to her belly as possible. Nose only a foot away on the forest floor, it would point as her large round gut rose and fell with each of her breaths. She slept well. About a month ago, when things were calm and still and she could focus, she realized she liked feeling the other breathing occurring inside her body during these periods as well. Slowly, yet at a slightly faster pace than her own lungs, her womb wall would expand into her own guts, and deflate. She liked her new belly.\n\nThis is why she looks at the wooden branch as a new horse. A mare with determination and fire in her eyes compared to the timid and nervous Mariana of the past. Did she still feel guilty about the animals she doomed to go inside through her newly found predatory third hole? Or course. But she had a job to do. In her mind, it was simply Mariana’s Duty.\n\nThose large calm eyes focus on the branch in front of her. Her short brown hairs relax in the midday air, as she ignores the long red fur that hangs below her mouth like a beard. The wooden branch looks as good as ever: Tan, brown, smooth in a way that even the edges are rounded, and as thick as ever. It should have no problem filling her up and pushing the fox on through. So, she goes to begin, tossing the fox over the end of the length.\n\nWhat used to be a hard and delicate process, is pretty simple now: One she’s learned and developed a skill for. Sure, she’s no expert at this just yet, but she’s good enough to get it done first try today. Taking advice from her knowledge of snakes- except the ones she sees eating frogs, poor froggies - she rests the small mammal so its snout aims off the end of the wood, into the forest. With a small black nose tip in front, that should help it ‘dive’ into her more easily. However, she’s sure to make sure the head hangs over the edge just a bit. Not too much that it faces the ground below, but enough so that the end of the fox is always in front of the branch. The fox is currently a bit limp after all.\n\nLooking at her work, the tickling continues to rub along the inside of her womb. In particular, it rubs towards the back, in between yet deeper inside of her strong rear. Having learned that this is where the food comes from, the MUTO continues to give Mariana the signal that it’s hungry. Unknowingly, it’s a ‘dangerous’ way to tell the mare. Not because of any actual danger mind you, but tickling along the inner slit of her womb, does just barely cause her tail to lift upwards. An odd sensation, it does unintentionally tempt urging parts of her body. After all, coming from the inside, it’s just beyond her pleasure tunnel. Truthfully liking the inner petting, she took to getting the MUTO its food quickly early on to get it to stop. Unfortunately, like shutting a barking dog up with treats, it had an adverse effect.\n\nAnnoyed at what the young Queen is doing to her at the moment, her tail twitches (not of the wind’s doing). Big long head nods back but looks forward, “Cut it out would ya. You’ll get your food in just another minute.” Her eyes look back at the fox which rests over the branch like a thick rug, “Today’s a pretty special one for you actually.” Smiling for a moment, a “why the long snout” joke-like reaction quickly appears as of course, the calling inside doesn’t stop. Her tail hovers another tiny bit. Fortunately it should help with what she has to do. In return, the eyes within the brown face of the maire just roll around as she figures, alright lets just get this over with.\n\nTurning around in place, she’s at least glad her tail end is beginning to prepare for the next delivery. Lining up, her hooves begin to lift and shift in place. An inch she slides to the right. A half inch she turns her rear back. Taking a moment, she knows its best to line things up and get it right the first time. Looking back, she focuses on the furry orange face, just beyond her dark brown tail and bare ass. Sliding another inch left now, the mounds of her ass seem to line up quite well now, with the fox’s snout pointed directly towards the middle. Height is always the hardest for her to get perfect, but that’s not the part she’s worried about exactly.\n\nIn particular she’s concerned she’ll actually get it inside. To the untrained eye it does look too large to fit in the horse's snatch. He is a big fox, body and all. However, she at least has a good idea of her own body's capabilities, and how much she can stretch. A vagina is meant to take up as much space within her asscheaks as it can for the days of birth, and hers is no exception. In fact, the mammal is likely a little bit smaller than what the MUTO was when it mostly went through her vagina, and tried to get out those 6 months ago. So if that strong baby kaiju could fit, this fox definitely could. Even if the idea still looked strange to the mare.\n\nBut size is one thing. Actually managing to cram the currently dry animal through her currently closed and very narrow cavern, with no opposable thumbs, is a whole other ball game.\n\nWith only a tail in the way, her naked ass wobbles slightly as it lines up with the MUTO’s prey. Like a human controlling their ears, she focuses on the muscles along the bottom of her back, above her rear. Tightening, her tail lifts and flicks off lightly to the side. Focusing on the Queen in her womb, and the tree branch gives her just enough ‘motivation’ for her tail to limp just slightly out of the way. Not fully, but just enough. Hidden black lips look out from the shadows as if they had just pushed Marianas curtains to the side.\n\nNothing else to do, she figures she might as well begin. Walking backwards, slowly her impending bottom nears the resting fox on the branch. It’s like seeing some sort of cone snail hunting in the deep sea, the way it approaches emotionless. In fact, the non responsive fox even looks like an oblivious fish, unknown of its doom. Slowly reversing, Mariana’s dark tail makes contact with the fox’s right cheek first. Stronger and stringy, it almost caresses the orange face as it’s able to slowly slide off to the side, along the mammal’s body. And just like that, the fox unintentionally gets rid of the one ‘obstacle’.\n\nBacking up, a small wet tickle is felt within Mariana’s buttock. Feeling inside her rear cheeks as her eyes ignore the space in front of her, she mentally judges the level. Just a little higherrrr, her back legs lift her rear up a hair, there, “that’s good,” she mutters out.\n\nInside the warm shadows of the imposing rear cheeks, a doorway of black lips remains closed just beyond the fox’s black snout. Even though the warm and closed vagina is just barely smaller than the height of the fox’s whole head, it’s still quite the stark reminder of how monstrous a horse can be when compared to the smaller animals of the woods. This is the cunt of the animal's private area, not even the rest of it! Yet, even though the fox’s fur may rise just beyond the top and bottom curves of the dark slit, it’s hard to imagine anyone having any doubt that yes, Mariana should be able to fit him inside.\n\nHead resting over the wooden feature, the fox’s nose aims towards the very bottom of the closed vagina. Awkward at first, Mariana has learned that once the animal gets in, it naturally straightens out: A result of physics taking the route of least resistance and all that. So when she backs up the remaining few inches, feeling it the cool wet snout really getting wedged within the deepest part of her ass, she knows that as long as the black nose remains above the bottom of her lips, she should be fine. And so, pressing against her lower lips, it does. A shiver shakes the horse's entire body as her belly waves ever so slightly. Ready, she reverses even more. With that, the snout begins to poke through those shadowy dark lips.\n\nFrom there, things continued on as she had learned to do over the past six months. The fox was a new bigger challenge no doubt, but slowly and carefully she was able to work the furry animal inside her hips. Flexing and even lightly thrusting, she’d even gone so far as to learn a technique to it all. One that doesn’t necessarily pull the fox in herself, but one that holds him firm, and slides him in in such a manner that speeds things up much quicker than before. Casual enjoyment aside, even with the fox being some 5 times the size of the rabbit, the horse surprisingly still managed to get it halfway inside in only half the time.\n\nNow at this point, she needs to step away from the round branch once again- something she’s needed to do twice now- to re-adjust. Unlike earlier, now she definitely had a good grip on the orange mammal. Back away from the wooden feature she stands on four hooves. Lifted at the base of her back, her tail hangs down like a hairy broom. Now in the middle of her body, it travels down covering the fox and her privates once more. However, for reasons of possible embarrassment, that’s not exactly necessary.\n\nIt’s almost like she were in the process of giving the third strangest birth one could imagine a horse would give. Poorly hidden underneath her tail, with pinned paws just barely reaching out on the sides of its mostly compressed body, the fox’s own orange haunches poke out from each side of the tail. With two tails of coverage, his furry balls remain hidden just beyond the place they typically would like to go near- if this were a vixen. The rest of the orange body is now gone from the outside world, buried deeper inside that same part of the mare.\n Yes it’s a tight fit Mariana notices. The pressure is actually quite noticeable now compared to any of the past animals that went through a similar fate. However, clearly her vagina was able to fix the fox through after all; “shocker /s”. Yup, now straightened out inside her like she had hoped, Mariana can feel the snout of the fox knocking on her womb’s door; the same slit the MUTO still looks at with interest. Quite long, it surprises Mariana just how much body there was on this fox, and how much body she was working on getting through her own. “Definitely got yourself quite the treat this time,” she comments, feeling the fox’s heavily compressed body weakly pushing back against her warm slick walls.\n\nBesides the odd bit of bright sun like orange that puffs between Mariana’s massively solid brown orbs, and from underneath her tail, there is of course still more of the fox to go. Thighs pressed back together from the bottom of her hanging ass, his legs begin to wiggle in and out as they hang below. Between her own towering legs they remain limp. Dangling, the small claws, and dirty paw pads reach about a foot below her crotch. Then lastly to protrude, is the fox’s tail.\n\nBig and puffy as all foxes have for their size, it almost looks suffocated itself. Hanging down the middle from the fox’s ass that remains outside of the consuming ring, it manages to double cover the creature’s decency, as the horse’s tail covers the rest. Matching the orange appendage in length and in width, it’s only a diagonal or side angle which would reveal the poofy orange hidden underneath the stringy and damp brown. Or actually, a front view would show the entire orange if someone were to look from the front, underneath and between the horse's legs. There they’d see the entire bottom half of the orange creamsicle- along with some of his legs- before it rounded out and stopped 2 feet below the mare’s belly, and just over a foot above the last of the horse’s massive tail. A reflexive clench of Mariana’s crotch, and while none of the brown hairs move (except a tail shifting lift and drop), the entire orange body wiggles.\n\nStill not enough to take really anymore of the canid, the mare starts to think if sitting would be best to cram the relatively wide haunches inside. Ya, that would make for a good idea, she turns to look back, thinking on it as something else stirs.\n\nHaving picked up on the very close scent, the MUTO Queen becomes very interested in the still closed slit. Sniffing at it and ‘clawing’ with no nails, it almost acts like a dog ready to go outside. Smooth walls feel moist as it swipes up and down on both sides, right a little bit more, excited for the impediment meal. Jamming its nose against the slit, it leaves it pressed against it, sniffing eagerly while trying to bury itself inside to get to its meal. This one smells particularly interesting.\n\nHaving felt the MUTO growing attentive these last few minutes, this eager vigor is definitely noticed on the mare. Already moist and prepared so she could get the job done, of course this tingles her loins as well. Her teeth clench. Tingles a bit intensely at that.\n\nHer tail lifts a bit, yet no more fox becomes visible. Her mane flicks as she tilts her head side to side. “Will you take it easy,” she tells the inner passenger. Her crotch is forced to bear the enticing sensation. Days like today where she’s just trying to get the food inside, it’s an uncontrollable side effect. “Just be patient for another dang minute,” the mare seems to talk to herself as MUTO continues to rub the furthest back inside of her walls. Her eyes roll as she settles on sitting down. Carefully this time, not wanting to fall like with the rabbit (which irritated her ass for a few days), she bends her back legs calmly and lowers herself to the ground.\n\nTwo hanging tails are the first things to make contact as they each curl and weave over the earth. The brown one seems to follow the orange as they both curl sideways. Yet soon enough, Mariana’s tail seems to grow a bit stiffer. It’s at this point, where her ass cheeks hover just above the dirt. Between her own butt, the fox’s butt makes contact against her tail, pressing it into the earth. Feeling the contact, Mariana goes to sit fully.\n\nSlowly she feels the urge to suck her gut in as the fox is penetrated deeper. “ MMpppphhh ,” Mariana exhales, instinctually separating her thighs as far apart as she can. To the woods in front, her crotch becomes exposed and bare. Further back, as the fox slides inside, her asscheeks make contact with the dirt. Yet they still continue to press, squishing slightly as she sinks just a bit more.\n\nOut of view from the back side, only from the front would a passing animal be able to kind of see the orange fur disappear at the very bottom of her smooth crotch as it reaches for the dirt below. Slowly she takes the fox deeper into her pussy. A part of the hair on her crotch shifts as the hips begin to enter. Slowly, the fox’s hips squeeze together, almost folding his thighs into one another as the body narrows, ready to slide through the narrow tunnel within the mare’s asscheeks.\n\nIf feels good, Mariana can’t lie at all. Good enough to even mumble out a slight moan as her neck relaxes forward and down. As the last of the fox’s rear slowly slides within her pussy’s grip, and as she sits down completely, something else begins to stir: Something new.\n\nSuddenly, there’s a twitch. No, not deeper inside like the pesky MUTO had been doing, but a flinch against the very end of her vagina. It shifts the wet pink flaps and parts her dark lips. It’s neither hers nor the MUTO’s doing. What? A twinge of wonder bites at her as the fox’s left thigh, the one that was just beginning to enter her lower ‘mouth’, shifts on its own.\n\n“It’s still alive?” She whispers, eyebrows lifting as her head creates wind in the open air. Sure enough, the back leg, which had only avoided being crushed by stretching forward underneath the exact middle crevice of the mare's crotch, shifts as the fox pulls its paw back. Not only weak from the hard hit, but weak compared to the hundreds of pounds of horse surrounding and suffocating it, the fox doesn’t do much but show it still is alive. Already so deep, Mariana’s glad there shouldn’t really be anything it can do to stop her now. However, that doesn’t make things at least a bit awkward as her cheeks turn a bit red.\n\nNot letting it deter her one bit, she rubs her ass against the dirt to make sure she got it as far inside her with this ‘technique’ as she can. Leaning side to side even, and humping slightly forward and back, the orange limbs slide over the rocky dirt and grass ever so slightly. It’s enough to leave a small wet line or two of the mare’s juices in the dirt and one a few strands of grass. And it’s also enough to pull the fox another inch inside her carnivorous snatch. The fox remains unmoving through it, except for one flinch, but it’s one major movement which really catches her off guard.\n\nHaving been distracted with her end of things- enjoyment and wonder over the fox- she forgot about the MUTO Queen. Just basking in the sensations, the creature had been continuing to try to drive its snout through her inner slit. A goal in mind to get to the food that was buried within the tunnel beyond. Eventually Mariana’s relaxation allowed a budge to form, and like opening a jar of pickles, once you get it open it's over.\n\nPreviously, slowly the compacted and warm world turned at an angle- not that the MUTO minded. Actually, with her face now pointed a bit downwards, that angle just made things easier for it to try with its task at hand. Wiggling and weaving its snout forward it kept trying to get that locked door open. Yet it was when it heard the bassy heavy wet sound from deeper beyond, indicating its food had gotten closer, was it finally able to find some give in the passageway. Then, once it was open, it just took the dive headfirst. Ironically like a fox in snow, or rather a fish in water, its snout wiggled back and forth with vigor. Parting the slit open, its nose quickly thrashed forward, wrapping the flesh around as it buried itself inside.\n\nTo Mariana, it was a sudden surge of vibrations unlike anything before. With most of a fox buried in her pussy, suddenly the deepest other end became filled. This time, not just with a mass like what has strangely become typical, but with a wiggling trashing movement like an inexperienced vibrator. Gaping her eyes and even mouth open, her head stretches her neck forward as she reflectively can’t help but jump up.\n\nUpright on all fours as if the floor were on fire, her legs are uncharacteristically a bit widened than usual. Her neck stretches as she’s assaulted as if there were that stallion from her dreem behind her. With the last limbs and tail of a fox dangling from her ass, the ‘salmon head’ buried beneath her belly continues to trash and wiggle through the suffocatingly small tunnel in front of it. Biting her lip, Mariana just tries to hold on as she’s violated from the inside like a maniac. The words come out quickly from the mare, albeit a bit stuttering. “What thee-a hell do you- think you’re doing?” Out of her control, she remains still as her wet inner walls are assaulted and prodded. That is, until things stop, as the MUTO comes nose to nose with the fox.\n\nBeginning to pant, Mariana’s head bobs as the movement stops. Looking side to side at the forest beyond, her lower body finally gets a second to get a grip on itself. That felt real good to the mare, but almost too good. “Ok, now take it e-ah,” her words are cut off as another animal lodged inside her starts to try to wiggle.\n\nComing face to face with the reptile-like monster in the dark claustrophobic cavern, the dazed fox becomes a bit shocked to say the least. Stretched out in a straight line, whatever wet tunnel the canine finds itself in is far too narrow to move its pinned arms. Hips appeared to be trapped right in the entrance, it quickly tries to move its legs up and find some perch to pull itself out and away from the grey snout just beyond its black nose. On one hand, the fox’s night vision helps it see quite well in this dark, on the other hand the buried snout in front of it is quite terrifying, even if the eyes are hidden behind the wall of narrow wet flesh. Although, the fox is unsure of that, as maybe the eyes can just barely see through the curvature of the animal’s lower face. Regardless, the fox isn’t that curious.\n\nIts back legs seem pinned against the end of the tunnel. Shifting and turning, its thighs are unfortunately already partially inside. Still though, it twists and tries to fight with its hips.\n\nTo Mariana, suddenly her black lips begin to morph and stretch as the fox within kicks. A bit far at times, there’s a tightness as her outer lips are deformed from inside. Yet as strange as can be, it almost feels cruelly nice as the fox unintentionally massages and stretches the lips within her ass. Oooh, not bad, Mariana acknowledges biting her flappy lips slightly. Feeling her body getting manipulated in its own way is a strange situation which only seems to grow more normal to the mare over time. Yet before she can enjoy it too much longer, there’s a sudden shift deeper inside her body. A powerful motion that even wiggles the back of her underbelly.\n\nJust beyond her womb at the deeper end of her womb, there’s a sudden shift. A force almost, appears to press out on two opposing sides, deeper than the back of her asscheeks. Like a kick within her belly, unseen her tunnel is suddenly forced wider for a moment as the MUTO’s head dives further another inch or two.\n\nThe bulge inside shrinks yet remains ever present to Mariana. It reminds the mare that there always seems to be some other world happening inside her body, that she only gets to feel. There’s a sudden flinch of the fox’s entire body. Its legs kick out straight and rigid. Even with its upper thighs still inside, the orange limbs stick directly far beyond both sides of the hanging brown tail. Paws widen like it's trying to grab onto something, anything, as every muscle fiber in those legs become tight and clenched. Strange as can be, they reach a foot beyond the horse's ass, before coming together as its own butt is buried behind the brown tail, soon to be buried inside the compressed brown ass. Then, besides bumping out the brown tail just a tad from between the fox’ crotch, its own orange tail continues to hang limply, covered beneath the horse's.\n\nAs soon as it begins, things only continue to shift further. Mariana can feel the MUTO head sliding back, dragging the fox back into its lair: It feels cruelly good. The entire length of her vagina rubs as the fox’s body is pulled, sliding along her wet innards. Reflexively her head lifts as the sensation seems to even reach her thighs. Those stiff legs of the fox, which try to separate and reach far beyond the tail, slowly slide closer to whatever burial lies beneath Mariana’s brown tail. Inch by inch the paws seem to come together as the last of the fox’s thighs up ahead disappear underneath her tail, never to be seen again. Similarly, the big puffy orange tail slides smoothly through the very top, pressing against the top curvature of her tunnel. Closer to the top of Mariana’s ass and tail, it's quite surprising how much the puffy appendage shrinks as it’s flattened to a third of its size as Mariana’s opening forces the hairs to compress. That truthfully is Mariana’s favorite part, feeling those big furs compress and tickle against the very top of her sensitive region and travel deeper inside. Well… that and the way it’s wide enough to reach out and rub over her clit at the very bottom. However that sensation is just a bit too light compared to the overwhelming smooth friction and mass the rest of her vagina feels. But it’s still very uniquely appreciated.\n\nDuring particularly wide parts of the fox, the stretched damp and black lips can be seen more clearly as they’re forced to widen and accommodate the weaker animal. On one end the horse pants with her chin up into the open air, at times even eliciting a blowing of her lips like horses are known for, and on the other end the fox’s legs continue to come together and disappear into the mare’s ass. Her womb fills up fully with the MUTO again, as the knees of the fox begin to pass her tail.\n\nA strong shift and tug wobbles the bottom of her belly. Her head turns as her vagina opens up completely, welcoming every bit of the assault inside. The two creatures are going about the circle of life, likely unknown that ever motion against their surroundings only stimulate a mare even further. Eyes closed now, every part of her lower half thrives, as her knees almost shake. Another shift presses her belly off to the right, almost causing her to lean with it. Loving the tingle of her belly, her tail rises as high as it can go. “ MMmmm,” she moans mentally and physically, “ go ahead, take it in .”\n\nAs the fox is buried deeper inside, it doesn’t get to experience the ‘luxury’ of the slightly more spacious womb of the horse. Nope, with another tenant eager to turn it into food, its snout is forced to instantly go directly inside that grey muzzle it shared a hallway with in that tight tunnel only seconds ago. The same fleshy tunnel which still holds the rest of it. Pinned completely by the entire inside of a horse’s heavy ass, and still foggy after that hit, it can barely so much as wiggle as its snout is cramped inside the strange creature’s mouth in earnest. Its legs still feel open, yet all the poor mammal can do is stiffen them reflexively as it is violated through two different holes of two different creatures.\n\nIf it thought the narrow wet vagina it was in was bad enough, this small tunnel is somehow going to be 3 times as worse. So much narrower, stiffer, and not as wet and slick, its head almost feels crushed inside the maw alone! With a compressed tongue pressing against its soaked chin, its head is thrashed violently. Just hoping its neck doesn’t break, it’s almost glad when the motion stops and its head is squeezed inside a crushingly tight esophagus.\n\nBefore, the feral fox could barely wiggle and shift against the fleshy tunnel, but here… its face was muzzled from ears to nose by something half the size it should be. Again its surroundings thrash, this time trying to pull it further inside and to the right of the strange world the fox can’t see, and again it feels its legs enter the wet entrance which feels miles away at this point.\n\nAnother pull, and the dirty paws seem to try to grip the mare’s dark tail. Without opposable thumbs however, and without anyone planning to help him- Mariana included- it’s a pointless endeavor. Still just outside the sinkhole on the other side up above, the paws already feel as warm as the rest of the fox’s body as they become overwhelmed by the horse’s heat. The horse's body molds and humps as its gut waves further ahead. An inaudible sound from the mare is made as well, as the motionless paws are forced to slide further inside.\n\nSliding underneath the tail, smooth as butter, the paws come together within the vertical asscrack. The pair is only interfered by the puffy orange tail they also belong to the same body of. Slowly the paws join within the slippery gates. They continue their journey further, sliding inside the mare’s opening. The orange tail follows the lead, slowly shifting from its wide and bright open colors, into a smaller tightly held rope. The color change is lost from the outside view by virtue or a brown tail, as the wet moisture soaks into the appendage further inside, darkening it as well.\n\nSinking further and further, without any intrusion in the way, slowly the black lips and pink overcome the last of the paws and horizontal claws. With the tail already covering half of them, they seem to shrink together as they enter the dungeon. The last claw leaves the dry outside world, as the paw pads slide into the darkness. Slowly, beyond the shadow of the large tail, they become a smaller victim to the clearly dominant horse's ass. The pink surrounds over more, as the black lips come together. The paws sink further until there’s only one more glimpse. And then… they’re gone. With a last pull, the pink inner flesh becomes the only thing apparent around the last of the fox’s tail. Along with the snatcher's lips, they close together as if they were slurping as the last of the puffy tail approaches her asses’ mouth.\n\nSlowly the tail rises the last of the way. The tip has already passed the height of the bottom of her crotch, now only a few inches away. Soft as the lightest feathers, they rub over the small bump that is Mariana’s horse clit. The MUTO takes another komodo dragon-like swallow deep inside this magnificent horse’s body, cramping more of the fox’s head and neck inside as the last of the tail begins to curl up and point the same directions the paws had (and likely still do). Then, same as the paws it slides deeper and deeper. And just as the paws had, it slowly became overwhelmed and replaced with wet pink insides, and the closing of the black pussy lips. Until eventually, the last point of orange disappears, as Mariana’s vagina lips finally close completely. The moment christened, but the white steam that begins to pour out of the bottom of her black lips, as without anymore orange visible, Mariana cums.\n\nAs Mariana’s swollen underbelly is shaken and wobbled like a densely filled water balloon, her mind loses all thought as her ass orgasms. Her tail flicks and rises, and her vagina pules uncontrollably. Inside the fox continues to slide further inside her already dark depths. Claimed to never be seen again. Yet outside into the open air beneath her dirty tail, she begins to squirt and squirt.\n\nIt all just feels too overwhelming as every part of her loins fire in numbness. This was never the plan, but her belly wiggles far too well as the fox’s tail reaches the halfway point inside her pulsing vagina. It feels great burying the last of the fox completely inside her hips, further inside to never be seen again. It’s great not needing to worry about bringing the ‘toy’ back out, and it's great getting to continue to bask in the sensation as the MUTO pulls it the rest of the way in.\n\nMore and more she cums, as the MUTO inside leans against the left side of her wall now. Sure the MUTO was the predator, but right here and right now, she was the one controlling and surrounding the predator and prey. She was the one not only taking the fox into her body, but handling the MUTO as well which was already inside her as it fights to swallow its food within her body. Not just her body, but the home of her most private area; her womb . The mare stands tall, handling both wild animals within her own powerful body quite well, as she continues to cum in place for what feels like a minute.\n\nEventually the last dribble of the mucky liquid hangs from her wet brown hair staining crotch and drips to the ground. A small darkness and wetness remains in the dirt as a small bubble or two form. For the time being, she feels her hormones relax. Yet even as she’s done, and as she stands still, she still finds the energy to take a big deep inhale. The reason not being to take a break, but to bask in the commotion still happening inside her lower guts.\n\nShe’s unsure exactly why, she feels like she shouldn’t care, but she can't help but still bask in the way her belly moves. One moment it’s pushed forward into her stomach and guts, and then stretched off to the left as if she were signalling a turn. The last of the tail is just about to enter her womb/room, but the MUTO still wiggles and shifts inside there with purpose. Sure the MUTO Queen had to eat, but it still seemed strange the way it kept turning and recoiling, pushing itself against every bit of her stomach wall as if it were fighting. Surprised with the size of the fox, not hearing or feeling any chewing, apparently the MUTO seemed to be trying to choke down the entire fox the same way it had the past smaller prey. Sure hope it doesn’t choke, Mariana doesn’t bother saying her words outloud, as her eyes close, basking in the pulling and tugging within her womb.\n\nBuried deep inside a horse's bare naked ass, the fox continues to get eaten away. Similar to how it was against the horse's asscheeks, its hips are what remain outside of this new open maw. Opening vertically compared sideways, it's a bit of a challenge to work this part of the furry creature inside its own cavern, yet the MUTO Queen still tries anyway, eager to finish its large meal. Its strong grey neck is forced to stretch, as its belly is already filled with the shoulders and head of the fox now. It’s enough of the fox to fill the creature's belly, but it’s not yet enough to do more than any mild bloating.\n\nThe MUTO leans as far as it can back against the strong roof of its home, trying to drag the fox fully inside the womb. The fox remains stiff in its grasp, but nothing the small kaiju can’t overpower. With speed, it darts forward, opening its mouth with the motion. A swallow and the maneuver works. Gulping further, the furry orange thighs are forced inside its grey cheeks.\n\nThings were dark already inside the mare’s body, but now buried inside the stomach of this strange and much smaller beast, not even the fox’s vision was good enough to see a single thing. Eyes open, it can’t tell if the stomach lining is actually pressing right against its eyelids or not, but for one thing it could certainly feel the immense pressure. Borderline enough to strain even its bones, it does even another inch of its body can fit inside. Yet sure enough, another swallow overpowers the weaker creature, as things somehow grow a lot more tense. Just a tiny bit the stomach grows to accommodate it.\n\nOutside the MUTO’s mouth, a back leg paw gives a weak feeble kick. The hungry queen thinks nothing of it, gulping and swallowing it up. It’s belly begins to grow more, as it takes another hearty swallow. Only the ending of each leg and tail remain. Pressing against the walls for support with six very bent legs perfectly balanced, it gulps forward with another swallow. The paws are in its mouth now, as the last of the tail presses against its shoulder into the fleshy wall. The MUTO swallows, sliding it down its face and closer to its mouth. The tail flinches off to the other side, trying to escape. The MUTO swallows. The MUTO’s belly stretches a bit further into the womb's curved wall. The tail remains just outside its mouth. The MUTO GULPs. Its belly stretches further, growing a bit more downwards. Grey belly skin stretches to full levels never experienced. The orange tail shifts like a weak worm just outside the predator's mouth. The fox’s snout tries to move, but only tickles the MUTO’s stomach lining as it is forced in place. The MUTO swallows. Its mouth closes. Eager, it swallows again… and again… and again… moving the fox deeper inside until it doesn’t need to swallow anymore.\n\nJust like that, the MUTO sports its own belly bump. All thanks to the bundled up fox that is now sealed away. Things were already crammed as is, but somehow, the tiny fleshy cave grew even smaller to the Queen. Its belly rounds out, almost to the point of the MUTO’s tough elbows. Round like a ball, within the small walls it presses nicely along the womb lining. Wrapped like a blanket over half of it, it's only eventually the MUTO’s limbs which get in the way, pressing into the flesh within the tight space. It feels full and satisfied unlike anything before. Not just full, but actually stuffed beyond what it needed. No matter, it’s a benefit if anything. Now it can really relax and enjoy a very satisfying meal.\n\nAnd as the fox tries to weakly kick, and wiggle its snout or whatever, the MUTO doesn’t so much as flinch. In fact, it almost enjoys the little tickle in its bloated belly. Digestion begins as the fox begins to grow lightheaded. 20 seconds later and the MUTO’s mouth opens once more, this time only to let gas out with a deep and heavy * BUrrrpppppp *.\n\nCrazy to think that the fox that once walked these woods free and in the open, would end up in such a deplorably cramped space. Not only actually somehow up and inside the ass of a horse, but now in the stomach of an animal within said womb… now that’s just insane! A burp of gas tingles Mariana’s entire inner wall which leaves her standing in pure bliss for the short few seconds. As it ends, the mare can relax with a smile knowing that she did in fact pull it off. She did, fit that fox up her cootch, and her ‘foal’ did intact turn the furry critter into food for its stomach.\n\nWith a slightly heavier and rounded belly of a job well done, the commotion inside dies down. Unfortunate , the thought has her realizing that she already misses it. She actually liked it all. That’s something she’d really have to focus on and get more of in the future: More wiggling, and movement inside her guts. Her head turns to look at her wide middle again.\n\nEven with the fox inside, it doesn’t seem to have grown at all for the time being. Yet, she does feel more dense. That at least diminishes some of her disappointment. But don’t get greedy, she has to remind herself. Her belly was swollen and big as it is. And it would only continue to grow over time. Beat and drained from this whole endeavor, her inner passenger would wiggle and shift her walls some more eventually. And when it happens, and when her belly grows heavier and larger, she’ll be excited and ready.\n\nFox packed away and taken care of, it’s now her own belly which begins to grumble. Having been so careful all day, it’s about time she can satisfy her own stomach’s needs. A patch of grass reveals itself in the dimming light. Walking towards it with her long strong legs, she makes sure to sway her hips a little bit extra. It’s not much, but it’s enough to pull at her heavy middle just a little bit as her round brown orb sways side to side. Pulling at her stretched skin, the light tingling along her belly walls feels good. A small ‘treat’, she figures she may as well enjoy the weight and sensation her guts offer her, as she goes to fill her digestive track up with grass. Hungry herself, she figures might as well, and bends down, beginning to fill her own belly with grass. She only wishes she were able to eat enough to grow her wide and hanging abdomen more.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

    

Mariana’s Duty

Chapter 5: The Fox, The Horse, and The Kaiju

A fox with fur as orange as a sunset trots through the dimming forest floor. A few clouds shade the area a bit more than the forest foliage periodically, but it’s a mostly sunny day. Warm as well; comfortable. Up a bit earlier than usual for the nocturnal species, the fox has an idea along the lines of ‘the early bird gets the worm’. The thought is just translated through a bit more of a feral mindset.

Being the smart wood critter that he is, the white chinned animal had grown to realize that this was the best time to hunt. This way, he not only catches the creatures that are preparing to sleep through the night, but the ones that have yet to wake up. It’s genius. Believe it or not, one time he was even able to snag a honeybadger through this method! Those are quite the muscular animal. Even a wolf would agree. Sure, he was a bit big for a fox, but that is still definitely an animal a fox wouldn’t want to mess with on even a good day. Even if it was asleep, that was still a huge gamble for the slim predator. Hell, even catching that honeybadger off guard still involved quite a decent struggle. Face fur having turned a bright crimson red by the end of it, he ate quite well for those couple of days. Enough to even give himself a nice little belly pudge for fear another animal would investigate the scent. But, that was last year. Fast forward to today, and he was back to his hungry thinner yet still well fed self. Not in any rush to get skinny, he searches for nothing in particular.

Black rubber like nose * sniff, sniffs * over some broken branches on top of the dirt. Differentiating each flavor, he picks up the scent of all nearby forest creatures: A lot of birds that are too far up, a squirrel that seems to rise up a nearby tree, distant markings of a wolf (would be smart to avoid that trail), anddddd that’s just about it. However, there is one unique smell. A scent that the pointed ears of the critter flick towards. It’s a strange one, not one he recognizes. One that his experience tells him is likely a larger animal, due to the “heavyness” of the scent, but it’s one he still can’t quite put his paw on. But that’s not the only part that really intrigues the vulpes. As faint as a grain of salt, there is something else mixed into the smell. Unsure if can even smell it correctly, it tells of something both extremely foreign, strange, and very interesting. Following the scent, curiosity tells him he may as well check it out. Better to learn something new, if not anything else.

* Sniff sniff snifffff* *sniff SSnifffff sniff sniff* , wet rubber like black nose flares as the furry face scans along the forest floor. Black whiskers poke and bump into the grass and earth below periodically as he remains as close to the ground as he can. Sharp slitted eyes turn and dart side to side, following a shifting yet general path. Similar to the rest of his fur, the irises mold an orange shade. Off to the left he gets a noticeable whiff of the scent, before the smell dies down a couple of steps later.

You see, that’s the struggle of tracking a scent. So faint, even with his strong canine snout, whatever animal tracts his nose can pick up, can easily become lost. Not just for a moment, but sometimes even gone for good. That’s the ultimate risk when trailing a path. Facing to the right, while still walking and smelling, the faint scent returns. Neck hunched down, and eyes darting with his nose side to side, he slowly follows the trail with attentive interest.

15 minutes of walking and searching pass. Still relatively faint, but the scent has grown a bit more clear over time. However, the fox finds himself in a pretty peculiar position. Standing on all four paws as always, his floofy tail slopes downwards a good foot and a half. Lifting his head up from the brown ground, the furry orange and white head looks around the open surroundings once more. Less grass around here, it’s mostly leaves, dirt and tree roots that litter the ground. There’s no wind today; a good and bad thing for the small predator depending on how an animal were to look at it. Muzzle sways left quietly in the air, taking in the unmoving bushes and trees for a moment. Then it turns in the opposite direction, taking in the slightly denser rows of trees beyond.

He’s confused. That unique ‘tang’ he picked up on earlier, has only grown even more strange to the four pawed mammal. Now much more potent and clear, it is unlike anything the little creature had ever smelled before. In every scent, there are multiple clues telling him what he’s after. Yet in this case, every clue just leaves him even more confused. All he can tell now, is that whatever animal he was after, as the hormones of a pregnant animal. Picking up on the idea early on, a particular whiff of how his kind would typically ‘mark their territory’ clarified that hypothesis. But still, that surprisingly only left him with more questions over just what animal he was actually following.

The scents were just far too foreign. A part of him grows cautious and weary over this fact, leaving a bad feeling in his furry balls. But the curious part of him feels the urge to find out exactly what this heavy, rustic, almost musky, oddly dull yet barn-like smell is. Humans tell stories of foxes being composed of dog hardware mixed with cat hardware: Curious as a cat, that idea remains true today.

Yet that’s not the only confusing part of his journey along this scented trail. The latest would be how it appears to split off in two directions. Directly in front of his slim furry shoulders there’s a fork in a road that only his nose can detect. One path appears to continue on forward, albeit a bit off to the right into the dense trees and some bushes beyond. The other, takes a slightly sharper left hand turn, directly through a few big bushes. They appear pummeled, having clearly been walked through. Even at this distance he can tell it muffles the scent just a bit, before also continuing beyond his nose’s range.

Fuzzy, pointy, yet slightly round tipped ears aim in the middle. They show the fox’s uncertainty, as they point where the scents split. Behind him, the long poofy tail stretches out like a large furry sausage, hanging still and unmoving. Up ahead, he thinks he sees a dent in the dirt. Three times the size of one of his paws, it seems to mold a particularly soft spot in the brown. Almost a perfect circle, the shape looks strange, almost alien to the fox. It’s unlike any typical forest creature it has ever seen. The fox notes how it’s large like a bear, but it’s definitely no bear. Without any nails scratches along the broken twigs, or indents in the dirt, this is likely some sort of herbivore the fox guesses. While the hunting male is no coward to a big meal, this one would likely have to be very impaired for it to catch this one.

Fortunately, with a sense of smell so strong, the musky scent tells him something about this unknown animal: It smells very pregnant . Maybe the mother will be out cold some time soon as a result. Or maybe, if he’s lucky, he could get a nice filling spawn kill. But first, he’d have to investigate and find out his chances. Before even that, he’d have to figure out which way to go. Standing upright fully, the fox shifts his neck to look off to the left.

     While this one doesn’t have as many visual cues further ahead, the scent of the animal ahead is noticeably a bit stronger. Sure that could be a bit of extra ‘oil’ that managed to leak off this creatures ‘paws’ or ‘fur’, but it’s more likely than not that this was the animal’s most recent path. One to trust his nose over his other senses, the fox gives a light jog in this direction. Head low to the ground, its ears and muzzle point onwards. Worst case scenario, the fox figures he can just circle back.

The scent leads the fox around the bush and through a pair of widely trunked trees. His paws quietly slide over the dirt. His claws succeed in not scratching the wooden roots in his way. Better to not leave any trail of your own after all. The trail ahead continues on as the pointed muzzle sniffs forward another 15 feet. But then randomly… it veers off to the right.

The fox stops and stares off into the new direction. Directly to his right, it seems to lead exactly into the other path he hadn’t chosen. Maybe the creature circled back , the fox wonders with a lack of english. But that wouldn’t make sense to the some 2 foot 30 pound critter. If this animal the boy was tailing did circle back, then it would only make sense for it to have gone down the trail the fox was on. The trail the fox picked did have the strongest scent after all. Otherwise it would just be an endless loop, without any animal creating the loop. A paradox!

The fox shrugs his shoulders mentally, figuring maybe this strange animal did a lap, before going somewhere else up ahead. That would be the only thing that could make sense. Whatever be the case, the fox was definitely beginning to put his time into this hunt. He’d rather not have wasted all this time: A term the humans call the “sunken cost fallacy”. And so with that, he continues down the new trail.

     Sure enough, he crosses the ignored path once again. After taking the most recent right, and heading straight about 30 feet, this trail of course goes off to the right once more. Forming a large triangle from a bird's eye view, the fox assumes it would only lead it back to where it was a minute or two ago. But there is some hope for an explanation. His fur is silent as he looks off to a new found left.

There is a new trail further into the woods. That would make the most sense to the confused yet witty animal, yet of course there is another problem. That path somehow seems even more dead and unscented than any of the others. In fact, the smell which leads back to the first fork in the road appears to be weirdly stronger than the rest of the paths. But again, that couldn’t be, the fox figures, as that would have just led the fox back to where he was. It’s all just so…

Confused, he’d rather not waste too much time deciding. The longer he waits, the more the faint smell will continue to die off into the rest of the forest. Figuring the scent was already beginning to fade too much as it was, he looks off to his left once more. Sure he’d have to go against his snout this time, but on the other side of a big bush and a couple trees to his right, that smell would just bring him back to where he was a moment ago. If anything, the animal he is after probably just rested a moment, before heading off into the fading distance. That is the only explanation that makes any sense to the quadrupedal furry fox. So, getting a bit bored of this, his furry body turns, waving his tail elegantly behind him and raising it slightly in interest. As he puts his snout down to the ground to pick up the scent once more. Again, if there’s nothing ahead, he could always circle back, he figures.

Nose beginning to flare again, with his back towards the path on the right side, he suddenly hears a loud rustling coming from a new big green bush. Pointed ears flick up. His pupils sharpen to attention as his head rises. Completely ignoring the smell, he goes to whip his furry face around to see what that new startling commotion is. The woods blur as he goes to look over his shoulder. His legs begin to bend, ready to jump away in the same motion. It all happens so quickly. It’s a blur. The eyes begin to make out something large and brown flying towards him. There's a lot of it, but a part of it extends out towards him. Just as his eyes begin to focus on the closest part of it all, it’s too late. The just in focus long limb reaches out towards his head fast, clocking him with a bony hoof at the end. Vision going dark, he’s instantly knocked out.

“Oh wow! One of you buggers,” an excited female voice cheers into the medium dense forest. “I never thought I’d be able to catch a fox!” The girl continues, clearly proud of herself, “You’re such a slippery bunch. Oh yes, you should be perfect.” Unbeknownst to the animal, its fate was already sealed. To Mariana, like fishing, this particular animal is quite the impressive catch to the mare. Usually she’d stumble into smaller, not quite as wise creatures like raccoons, weasels, and whatever other little animal was curious. But a fox now! Not only was it Mariana’s biggest catch yet, it was also her most exotic.

Out like a light, the fox now lays resting on its side. Eyes closed and furry arms stretched out, it’s almost as if the little mammal is sleeping. Not completely emotionally gone, the sight still does pull at Mariana’s heartstrings. Sure, she may have sent countless mammals down a similar fate within her rear, ever since that first rabbit some 6 months ago, and sure she may have gotten quite used to it over time, but still, she’ll always feel a bit guilty about taking the lives of these creatures. After all, she was still a herbivore. It’s just the unfortunate reality that the ‘foal’ which she holds doesn’t share the same appetite as her.

Not wanting the furry animal to go bad, she lowers her long meaty head down to it. So tall and large compared to the smaller creature, her snout alone seems to be longer than the sprawled out fox. In fact, it seems to take a whole 2 seconds before the brown girthy neck makes it all the way down to the fox’s own. Like a brown haired giraffe, she lowers her snout until her round thick lips make contact with the orange fur. Lightly gripping around the unconscious animal’s nape, she clenches her flat teeth together over the skin. Pinching it with some slight saliva, the mare’s strong neck lifts her head up once more, this time carrying a fox with her up in the air.

With only minimal effort, her strong body’s able to dangle the orange creature from her mouth like a scarf. Rounded thick black lips cover up her teeth, as pinched orange fur strains in and out of her mouth. The feral animal tastes a bit dirty and grimy for the mare's liking. Nothing too bad actually, but it’s a wonder the MUTO seems to enjoy these ‘treats’ so much. It’s times like these that she has to remember the creature buried away below her back has very different taste buds.

From limp downward facing snout to narrow rear, the fox is about the length of her throat. Obviously not as big boned or muscular, but with puffy fur the orange mammal appears about as thick too. Four legs dangle downwards towards the ground. Limply his wide, thick, and sunflower-like orange tail does the same, stretching below about as long as the rest of his body.

“ CMmmm onmm mnow ,” Mariana mutters out with a mouth full of fox fur. Bending her joints, she stretches and flicks her long legs straight almost like a city horse through the wild forest. Mariana feels pretty good about herself. Eager to get her duty over with on one end, the reason for the optimism is more in line with how an onlyfans worker would go about their job vs any fear or concern. Sure she always enjoys what’s coming a little bit (some occasions a bit more), but she’d been waiting a long time for her trap to catch anything. By this point she was practically worn out from just sitting around most of her day. Might as well enjoy using her own ‘trap’ a bit more next time.

Round glossy eyes glance down at the orange fox at the end of her long snout. Although you’re a big one now aren’t you? Suck a uniquely large creature to get inside, maybe she will enjoy this ‘toy’ a bit more. After all, she can’t help but feel some curiosity over what ‘delivering’ a whole fox will feel like.

Walking along a good 15 minutes (5 more than she had planned), the horse sees its spot. There in the short distance, a smooth tree branch that the female mare has become very acquainted with, hangs in the open air. One that actually has probably already known her more than any other human or animal prior. The idea dips her pupils somewhere beyond the fox. Loneliness; the curse of being the only sentient horse in existence. A tickle presses the right side of her womb towards the skin buried underneath her brown hair. It’s the MUTO’s way of telling her it's growing hungry: As if she already hasn’t been getting the message for the past hour . Yet she doesn’t roll her eyes at the attention. In fact, a minor smirk lifts the corner of her lips, as she’s reminded of the company she literally holds.

“Mmyaa myaa,” now her eyes roll with a little spark. Trotting forward, her muffled mouth’s smile still remains. She continues, “hold mmour mhorses, mhold mmour horses.” Not a fan of the saying when she first heard it by some passing humans, over time the phrase has grown on her quite a bit. However, trotting a bit quicker than usual, she remembers that’s not the only thing that has ‘grown on her’. Inhaling a bit extra, while transferring a bit extra weight into her long right legs, the heavy sway which tugs her belly side to side reminds the mare what else has grown on her.

It's been six months since she prevented that whole “premature” birth incident. And in that time, the MUTO inside her body has only continued to grow. Widening the middle of Mariana’s frame larger and further, confusion has been eating at her. While it may have been a full year since she met the MUTO Queen that had impregnated her, she could have sworn she heard that kaiju tell her that the kaiju she was holding within her belly wasn’t going to grow anymore until its date of birth. Yet, while she was unsure of the difference for the first month or two, now the change was quite undeniable.

Nothing crazy by any means, but just standing or sitting, the second her body passed beyond her ribs, she already felt her belly begin to round out. Slow at first, the slope of her middle began to really grow just around her stomach, before really reaching its peak just beyond the digestive organ. This is in tangent with her cramped womb of course. That is, before it would curve back and narrow down the otherside of her new found mountainside, before just returning to normal just before her hips.

Even there she felt like she could feel the MUTO buried somewhere in the narrow parts of her flank. Likely the pressure, she knew the growing MUTO Queen was still 100% in her womb, and nowhere else.

Grown larger where her belly hangs down towards the dirt, the growth was especially prominent on the left and right. Nothing ginormous, but using no limbs, the horse's body itself simply widened out a whole other couple of inches on each side. Narrow paths between trees she used to be able to squeeze through, now scratch her wide peaks. Small leaps, and sudden stops or shifts would now wobble throughout her hanging underbelly. Smooth and round, this was still something she thought would only be experienced by fat animals- which she’d tell herself she wasn’t! Even if she technically was. Yet even that wasn’t what ticked her off.

What really alerted her to the changes, was the added weight she now had to support through her muscles. Working her legs some more, it was something that took a good couple weeks to notice. A rabbit or a squirrel would go in… and never come out. Turns out Kaijus don’t need to ‘lift their tails’ the way she would have to periodically. Nope, they just digest and absorb every single part of their prey, leaving nothing to waste. It was nice since that only meant she had to feed it every other day or so. But of course, the MUTO would only pack on the meat. That meant the added weight would begin to add up. Sure each squirrel or rabbit or whatever was small, virtually nothing to the mare. But as the MUTO within her grew, so did her own body, and of course, so did the pounds.

Nope, now she could no longer go for those multiple hour walks like she had so enjoyed. Back then, the MUTO inside added a little fatigue, but nothing the in-shape horse couldn’t handle. Now however… 4 or sometimes even 5 resting breaks a day were necessary. A good workout, her leg muscles have grown stronger over time. But even then, let's see you carry a quarter of your weight inside you at all times. Eventually wearing down her legs, not only was the fatigue noticeable, but the weight itself was quite imposing.

Trying to stretch her wide underbelly, and drag her down towards the earth below every minute, the weight in her guts was unmistakable. Besides the tingling wiggling of her sides, no more could she hop and prance like the mare she once was. Now, a jog would be quite the effort with the couple cinderblocks worth of weight she now had to lug around. Not only that, but the added stiff ‘jiggle’ was quite uncomfortable in those motions. And she didn’t just need to lug the weight around like a working horse, but she actually had to carry it, buried inside her abdomen muscles. Within her flesh, in the middle of her whole body, is where it’s buried. In some ways that made things easier, distributing the weight throughout her body from glutes to back to shoulders. But in another way, it wasn’t a weight she could just drop off when she needed too. Nope, this heaviness was basically locked and sealed away within her for the next 6 months!

She blows out a breath of steam. Calmly inhaling, her hooves stop in front of her very useful tool. Right in front of the tree branch, she takes in the sight again. Head turning and weaving, he eyes check for any new unnoticed splineter. That’s a mistake you only make one time! Damn that hurt for a day or two . Bobbing and weaving her head side to side, she inspects every possible angle of the bark thoroughly. The pinchless scratching of a ‘paw’ inside still tickles her womb wall, but she ignores it, focusing on the task at hand.

The end of the branch seems to be as clean as normal. A nice rainfall the other day helped sweep away any new debris, or any of her dried ‘juices’ from previous sessions. Since that first time she found this great branch, it has grown smoother and better shaped. Like a river to the Grand Canyon, this gradual shift was not only a result of her times using it, but also the result of some light gnawing, and shaping with the flat bones of her teeth. Might as well mold the depositing tool, right ? She had figured. Although, she’d be lying if she said that every time she used it was for food delivery. Once… or four times she couldn’t help but just use it for ‘fun’.

It’s hard to help it. Sure, using this part of her body is still new and exciting, but she's grown to suspect there's something more at play affecting her. Sort of like an urge… but more emotional, if that makes any sense . Like her feelings have been changing, and directing her more at times. Sure it comes with waves of ‘urges’, but it also comes with odd spouts of anger, and a lot of strange emotional caring. Even that eye roll she gave off a minute ago when her inner passenger tickled her insides, had a bit more ‘smile’ to it then would be normal for her.

Having been pregnant for some time, she’s grown to learn a few things about herself and the process of it all. Being the smart horse she is, she’s grown to think it might possibly be hormones at play. After all, why else would she have these weird feeling changes?

To really break it down, Mariana’s found herself growing a bit more attached to the MUTO Queen. Ever since it seemed to finish its egg, and remain inside her, it’s almost as if that kiss she gave her encompassing belly was just the beginning. On the plus side, one thing she didn’t mind was how it made things easier for her to kill prey, and feed her baby. Now it wasn’t just a “you need to do what you need to do” thing. Now it was something she felt in her bones she “had” to get done. Something that left her no longer worried about the safety of her prey for as much, but something she worried about the hunger of the MUTO Queen for. Less and less she simply felt like a submarine carrying a delivery package. As time passed, she was really beginning to feel like she was part of the MUTO Queen. Almost as if she were actually the MUTO’s biological parent.

When curled up at night, the mare instinctively grew to make sure her long stretched neck was as close to her belly as possible. Nose only a foot away on the forest floor, it would point as her large round gut rose and fell with each of her breaths. She slept well. About a month ago, when things were calm and still and she could focus, she realized she liked feeling the other breathing occurring inside her body during these periods as well. Slowly, yet at a slightly faster pace than her own lungs, her womb wall would expand into her own guts, and deflate. She liked her new belly.

This is why she looks at the wooden branch as a new horse. A mare with determination and fire in her eyes compared to the timid and nervous Mariana of the past. Did she still feel guilty about the animals she doomed to go inside through her newly found predatory third hole? Or course. But she had a job to do. In her mind, it was simply Mariana’s Duty.

Those large calm eyes focus on the branch in front of her. Her short brown hairs relax in the midday air, as she ignores the long red fur that hangs below her mouth like a beard. The wooden branch looks as good as ever: Tan, brown, smooth in a way that even the edges are rounded, and as thick as ever. It should have no problem filling her up and pushing the fox on through. So, she goes to begin, tossing the fox over the end of the length.

What used to be a hard and delicate process, is pretty simple now: One she’s learned and developed a skill for. Sure, she’s no expert at this just yet, but she’s good enough to get it done first try today. Taking advice from her knowledge of snakes- except the ones she sees eating frogs, poor froggies - she rests the small mammal so its snout aims off the end of the wood, into the forest. With a small black nose tip in front, that should help it ‘dive’ into her more easily. However, she’s sure to make sure the head hangs over the edge just a bit. Not too much that it faces the ground below, but enough so that the end of the fox is always in front of the branch. The fox is currently a bit limp after all.

Looking at her work, the tickling continues to rub along the inside of her womb. In particular, it rubs towards the back, in between yet deeper inside of her strong rear. Having learned that this is where the food comes from, the MUTO continues to give Mariana the signal that it’s hungry. Unknowingly, it’s a ‘dangerous’ way to tell the mare. Not because of any actual danger mind you, but tickling along the inner slit of her womb, does just barely cause her tail to lift upwards. An odd sensation, it does unintentionally tempt urging parts of her body. After all, coming from the inside, it’s just beyond her pleasure tunnel. Truthfully liking the inner petting, she took to getting the MUTO its food quickly early on to get it to stop. Unfortunately, like shutting a barking dog up with treats, it had an adverse effect.

Annoyed at what the young Queen is doing to her at the moment, her tail twitches (not of the wind’s doing). Big long head nods back but looks forward, “Cut it out would ya. You’ll get your food in just another minute.” Her eyes look back at the fox which rests over the branch like a thick rug, “Today’s a pretty special one for you actually.” Smiling for a moment, a “why the long snout” joke-like reaction quickly appears as of course, the calling inside doesn’t stop. Her tail hovers another tiny bit. Fortunately it should help with what she has to do. In return, the eyes within the brown face of the maire just roll around as she figures, alright lets just get this over with.

Turning around in place, she’s at least glad her tail end is beginning to prepare for the next delivery. Lining up, her hooves begin to lift and shift in place. An inch she slides to the right. A half inch she turns her rear back. Taking a moment, she knows its best to line things up and get it right the first time. Looking back, she focuses on the furry orange face, just beyond her dark brown tail and bare ass. Sliding another inch left now, the mounds of her ass seem to line up quite well now, with the fox’s snout pointed directly towards the middle. Height is always the hardest for her to get perfect, but that’s not the part she’s worried about exactly.

In particular she’s concerned she’ll actually get it inside. To the untrained eye it does look too large to fit in the horse's snatch. He is a big fox, body and all. However, she at least has a good idea of her own body's capabilities, and how much she can stretch. A vagina is meant to take up as much space within her asscheaks as it can for the days of birth, and hers is no exception. In fact, the mammal is likely a little bit smaller than what the MUTO was when it mostly went through her vagina, and tried to get out those 6 months ago. So if that strong baby kaiju could fit, this fox definitely could. Even if the idea still looked strange to the mare.

But size is one thing. Actually managing to cram the currently dry animal through her currently closed and very narrow cavern, with no opposable thumbs, is a whole other ball game.

With only a tail in the way, her naked ass wobbles slightly as it lines up with the MUTO’s prey. Like a human controlling their ears, she focuses on the muscles along the bottom of her back, above her rear. Tightening, her tail lifts and flicks off lightly to the side. Focusing on the Queen in her womb, and the tree branch gives her just enough ‘motivation’ for her tail to limp just slightly out of the way. Not fully, but just enough. Hidden black lips look out from the shadows as if they had just pushed Marianas curtains to the side.

Nothing else to do, she figures she might as well begin. Walking backwards, slowly her impending bottom nears the resting fox on the branch. It’s like seeing some sort of cone snail hunting in the deep sea, the way it approaches emotionless. In fact, the non responsive fox even looks like an oblivious fish, unknown of its doom. Slowly reversing, Mariana’s dark tail makes contact with the fox’s right cheek first. Stronger and stringy, it almost caresses the orange face as it’s able to slowly slide off to the side, along the mammal’s body. And just like that, the fox unintentionally gets rid of the one ‘obstacle’.

Backing up, a small wet tickle is felt within Mariana’s buttock. Feeling inside her rear cheeks as her eyes ignore the space in front of her, she mentally judges the level. Just a little higherrrr, her back legs lift her rear up a hair, there, “that’s good,” she mutters out.

Inside the warm shadows of the imposing rear cheeks, a doorway of black lips remains closed just beyond the fox’s black snout. Even though the warm and closed vagina is just barely smaller than the height of the fox’s whole head, it’s still quite the stark reminder of how monstrous a horse can be when compared to the smaller animals of the woods. This is the cunt of the animal's private area, not even the rest of it! Yet, even though the fox’s fur may rise just beyond the top and bottom curves of the dark slit, it’s hard to imagine anyone having any doubt that yes, Mariana should be able to fit him inside.

Head resting over the wooden feature, the fox’s nose aims towards the very bottom of the closed vagina. Awkward at first, Mariana has learned that once the animal gets in, it naturally straightens out: A result of physics taking the route of least resistance and all that. So when she backs up the remaining few inches, feeling it the cool wet snout really getting wedged within the deepest part of her ass, she knows that as long as the black nose remains above the bottom of her lips, she should be fine. And so, pressing against her lower lips, it does. A shiver shakes the horse's entire body as her belly waves ever so slightly. Ready, she reverses even more. With that, the snout begins to poke through those shadowy dark lips.

From there, things continued on as she had learned to do over the past six months. The fox was a new bigger challenge no doubt, but slowly and carefully she was able to work the furry animal inside her hips. Flexing and even lightly thrusting, she’d even gone so far as to learn a technique to it all. One that doesn’t necessarily pull the fox in herself, but one that holds him firm, and slides him in in such a manner that speeds things up much quicker than before. Casual enjoyment aside, even with the fox being some 5 times the size of the rabbit, the horse surprisingly still managed to get it halfway inside in only half the time.

Now at this point, she needs to step away from the round branch once again- something she’s needed to do twice now- to re-adjust. Unlike earlier, now she definitely had a good grip on the orange mammal. Back away from the wooden feature she stands on four hooves. Lifted at the base of her back, her tail hangs down like a hairy broom. Now in the middle of her body, it travels down covering the fox and her privates once more. However, for reasons of possible embarrassment, that’s not exactly necessary.

It’s almost like she were in the process of giving the third strangest birth one could imagine a horse would give. Poorly hidden underneath her tail, with pinned paws just barely reaching out on the sides of its mostly compressed body, the fox’s own orange haunches poke out from each side of the tail. With two tails of coverage, his furry balls remain hidden just beyond the place they typically would like to go near- if this were a vixen. The rest of the orange body is now gone from the outside world, buried deeper inside that same part of the mare.
     Yes it’s a tight fit Mariana notices. The pressure is actually quite noticeable now compared to any of the past animals that went through a similar fate. However, clearly her vagina was able to fix the fox through after all; “shocker /s”. Yup, now straightened out inside her like she had hoped, Mariana can feel the snout of the fox knocking on her womb’s door; the same slit the MUTO still looks at with interest. Quite long, it surprises Mariana just how much body there was on this fox, and how much body she was working on getting through her own. “Definitely got yourself quite the treat this time,” she comments, feeling the fox’s heavily compressed body weakly pushing back against her warm slick walls.

Besides the odd bit of bright sun like orange that puffs between Mariana’s massively solid brown orbs, and from underneath her tail, there is of course still more of the fox to go. Thighs pressed back together from the bottom of her hanging ass, his legs begin to wiggle in and out as they hang below. Between her own towering legs they remain limp. Dangling, the small claws, and dirty paw pads reach about a foot below her crotch. Then lastly to protrude, is the fox’s tail.

Big and puffy as all foxes have for their size, it almost looks suffocated itself. Hanging down the middle from the fox’s ass that remains outside of the consuming ring, it manages to double cover the creature’s decency, as the horse’s tail covers the rest. Matching the orange appendage in length and in width, it’s only a diagonal or side angle which would reveal the poofy orange hidden underneath the stringy and damp brown. Or actually, a front view would show the entire orange if someone were to look from the front, underneath and between the horse's legs. There they’d see the entire bottom half of the orange creamsicle- along with some of his legs- before it rounded out and stopped 2 feet below the mare’s belly, and just over a foot above the last of the horse’s massive tail. A reflexive clench of Mariana’s crotch, and while none of the brown hairs move (except a tail shifting lift and drop), the entire orange body wiggles.

Still not enough to take really anymore of the canid, the mare starts to think if sitting would be best to cram the relatively wide haunches inside. Ya, that would make for a good idea, she turns to look back, thinking on it as something else stirs.

Having picked up on the very close scent, the MUTO Queen becomes very interested in the still closed slit. Sniffing at it and ‘clawing’ with no nails, it almost acts like a dog ready to go outside. Smooth walls feel moist as it swipes up and down on both sides, right a little bit more, excited for the impediment meal. Jamming its nose against the slit, it leaves it pressed against it, sniffing eagerly while trying to bury itself inside to get to its meal. This one smells particularly interesting.

Having felt the MUTO growing attentive these last few minutes, this eager vigor is definitely noticed on the mare. Already moist and prepared so she could get the job done, of course this tingles her loins as well. Her teeth clench. Tingles a bit intensely at that.

Her tail lifts a bit, yet no more fox becomes visible. Her mane flicks as she tilts her head side to side. “Will you take it easy,” she tells the inner passenger. Her crotch is forced to bear the enticing sensation. Days like today where she’s just trying to get the food inside, it’s an uncontrollable side effect. “Just be patient for another dang minute,” the mare seems to talk to herself as MUTO continues to rub the furthest back inside of her walls. Her eyes roll as she settles on sitting down. Carefully this time, not wanting to fall like with the rabbit (which irritated her ass for a few days), she bends her back legs calmly and lowers herself to the ground.

Two hanging tails are the first things to make contact as they each curl and weave over the earth. The brown one seems to follow the orange as they both curl sideways. Yet soon enough, Mariana’s tail seems to grow a bit stiffer. It’s at this point, where her ass cheeks hover just above the dirt. Between her own butt, the fox’s butt makes contact against her tail, pressing it into the earth. Feeling the contact, Mariana goes to sit fully.

Slowly she feels the urge to suck her gut in as the fox is penetrated deeper. “ MMpppphhh ,” Mariana exhales, instinctually separating her thighs as far apart as she can. To the woods in front, her crotch becomes exposed and bare. Further back, as the fox slides inside, her asscheeks make contact with the dirt. Yet they still continue to press, squishing slightly as she sinks just a bit more.

Out of view from the back side, only from the front would a passing animal be able to kind of see the orange fur disappear at the very bottom of her smooth crotch as it reaches for the dirt below. Slowly she takes the fox deeper into her pussy. A part of the hair on her crotch shifts as the hips begin to enter. Slowly, the fox’s hips squeeze together, almost folding his thighs into one another as the body narrows, ready to slide through the narrow tunnel within the mare’s asscheeks.

If feels good, Mariana can’t lie at all. Good enough to even mumble out a slight moan as her neck relaxes forward and down. As the last of the fox’s rear slowly slides within her pussy’s grip, and as she sits down completely, something else begins to stir: Something new.

Suddenly, there’s a twitch. No, not deeper inside like the pesky MUTO had been doing, but a flinch against the very end of her vagina. It shifts the wet pink flaps and parts her dark lips. It’s neither hers nor the MUTO’s doing. What? A twinge of wonder bites at her as the fox’s left thigh, the one that was just beginning to enter her lower ‘mouth’, shifts on its own.

“It’s still alive?” She whispers, eyebrows lifting as her head creates wind in the open air. Sure enough, the back leg, which had only avoided being crushed by stretching forward underneath the exact middle crevice of the mare's crotch, shifts as the fox pulls its paw back. Not only weak from the hard hit, but weak compared to the hundreds of pounds of horse surrounding and suffocating it, the fox doesn’t do much but show it still is alive. Already so deep, Mariana’s glad there shouldn’t really be anything it can do to stop her now. However, that doesn’t make things at least a bit awkward as her cheeks turn a bit red.

Not letting it deter her one bit, she rubs her ass against the dirt to make sure she got it as far inside her with this ‘technique’ as she can. Leaning side to side even, and humping slightly forward and back, the orange limbs slide over the rocky dirt and grass ever so slightly. It’s enough to leave a small wet line or two of the mare’s juices in the dirt and one a few strands of grass. And it’s also enough to pull the fox another inch inside her carnivorous snatch. The fox remains unmoving through it, except for one flinch, but it’s one major movement which really catches her off guard.

Having been distracted with her end of things- enjoyment and wonder over the fox- she forgot about the MUTO Queen. Just basking in the sensations, the creature had been continuing to try to drive its snout through her inner slit. A goal in mind to get to the food that was buried within the tunnel beyond. Eventually Mariana’s relaxation allowed a budge to form, and like opening a jar of pickles, once you get it open it's over.

Previously, slowly the compacted and warm world turned at an angle- not that the MUTO minded. Actually, with her face now pointed a bit downwards, that angle just made things easier for it to try with its task at hand. Wiggling and weaving its snout forward it kept trying to get that locked door open. Yet it was when it heard the bassy heavy wet sound from deeper beyond, indicating its food had gotten closer, was it finally able to find some give in the passageway. Then, once it was open, it just took the dive headfirst. Ironically like a fox in snow, or rather a fish in water, its snout wiggled back and forth with vigor. Parting the slit open, its nose quickly thrashed forward, wrapping the flesh around as it buried itself inside.

To Mariana, it was a sudden surge of vibrations unlike anything before. With most of a fox buried in her pussy, suddenly the deepest other end became filled. This time, not just with a mass like what has strangely become typical, but with a wiggling trashing movement like an inexperienced vibrator. Gaping her eyes and even mouth open, her head stretches her neck forward as she reflectively can’t help but jump up.

Upright on all fours as if the floor were on fire, her legs are uncharacteristically a bit widened than usual. Her neck stretches as she’s assaulted as if there were that stallion from her dreem behind her. With the last limbs and tail of a fox dangling from her ass, the ‘salmon head’ buried beneath her belly continues to trash and wiggle through the suffocatingly small tunnel in front of it. Biting her lip, Mariana just tries to hold on as she’s violated from the inside like a maniac. The words come out quickly from the mare, albeit a bit stuttering. “What thee-a hell do you- think you’re doing?” Out of her control, she remains still as her wet inner walls are assaulted and prodded. That is, until things stop, as the MUTO comes nose to nose with the fox.

Beginning to pant, Mariana’s head bobs as the movement stops. Looking side to side at the forest beyond, her lower body finally gets a second to get a grip on itself. That felt real good to the mare, but almost too good. “Ok, now take it e-ah,” her words are cut off as another animal lodged inside her starts to try to wiggle.

Coming face to face with the reptile-like monster in the dark claustrophobic cavern, the dazed fox becomes a bit shocked to say the least. Stretched out in a straight line, whatever wet tunnel the canine finds itself in is far too narrow to move its pinned arms. Hips appeared to be trapped right in the entrance, it quickly tries to move its legs up and find some perch to pull itself out and away from the grey snout just beyond its black nose. On one hand, the fox’s night vision helps it see quite well in this dark, on the other hand the buried snout in front of it is quite terrifying, even if the eyes are hidden behind the wall of narrow wet flesh. Although, the fox is unsure of that, as maybe the eyes can just barely see through the curvature of the animal’s lower face. Regardless, the fox isn’t that curious.

Its back legs seem pinned against the end of the tunnel. Shifting and turning, its thighs are unfortunately already partially inside. Still though, it twists and tries to fight with its hips.

To Mariana, suddenly her black lips begin to morph and stretch as the fox within kicks. A bit far at times, there’s a tightness as her outer lips are deformed from inside. Yet as strange as can be, it almost feels cruelly nice as the fox unintentionally massages and stretches the lips within her ass. Oooh, not bad, Mariana acknowledges biting her flappy lips slightly. Feeling her body getting manipulated in its own way is a strange situation which only seems to grow more normal to the mare over time. Yet before she can enjoy it too much longer, there’s a sudden shift deeper inside her body. A powerful motion that even wiggles the back of her underbelly.

Just beyond her womb at the deeper end of her womb, there’s a sudden shift. A force almost, appears to press out on two opposing sides, deeper than the back of her asscheeks. Like a kick within her belly, unseen her tunnel is suddenly forced wider for a moment as the MUTO’s head dives further another inch or two.

The bulge inside shrinks yet remains ever present to Mariana. It reminds the mare that there always seems to be some other world happening inside her body, that she only gets to feel. There’s a sudden flinch of the fox’s entire body. Its legs kick out straight and rigid. Even with its upper thighs still inside, the orange limbs stick directly far beyond both sides of the hanging brown tail. Paws widen like it's trying to grab onto something, anything, as every muscle fiber in those legs become tight and clenched. Strange as can be, they reach a foot beyond the horse's ass, before coming together as its own butt is buried behind the brown tail, soon to be buried inside the compressed brown ass. Then, besides bumping out the brown tail just a tad from between the fox’ crotch, its own orange tail continues to hang limply, covered beneath the horse's.

As soon as it begins, things only continue to shift further. Mariana can feel the MUTO head sliding back, dragging the fox back into its lair: It feels cruelly good. The entire length of her vagina rubs as the fox’s body is pulled, sliding along her wet innards. Reflexively her head lifts as the sensation seems to even reach her thighs. Those stiff legs of the fox, which try to separate and reach far beyond the tail, slowly slide closer to whatever burial lies beneath Mariana’s brown tail. Inch by inch the paws seem to come together as the last of the fox’s thighs up ahead disappear underneath her tail, never to be seen again. Similarly, the big puffy orange tail slides smoothly through the very top, pressing against the top curvature of her tunnel. Closer to the top of Mariana’s ass and tail, it's quite surprising how much the puffy appendage shrinks as it’s flattened to a third of its size as Mariana’s opening forces the hairs to compress. That truthfully is Mariana’s favorite part, feeling those big furs compress and tickle against the very top of her sensitive region and travel deeper inside. Well… that and the way it’s wide enough to reach out and rub over her clit at the very bottom. However that sensation is just a bit too light compared to the overwhelming smooth friction and mass the rest of her vagina feels. But it’s still very uniquely appreciated.

During particularly wide parts of the fox, the stretched damp and black lips can be seen more clearly as they’re forced to widen and accommodate the weaker animal. On one end the horse pants with her chin up into the open air, at times even eliciting a blowing of her lips like horses are known for, and on the other end the fox’s legs continue to come together and disappear into the mare’s ass. Her womb fills up fully with the MUTO again, as the knees of the fox begin to pass her tail.

A strong shift and tug wobbles the bottom of her belly. Her head turns as her vagina opens up completely, welcoming every bit of the assault inside. The two creatures are going about the circle of life, likely unknown that ever motion against their surroundings only stimulate a mare even further. Eyes closed now, every part of her lower half thrives, as her knees almost shake. Another shift presses her belly off to the right, almost causing her to lean with it. Loving the tingle of her belly, her tail rises as high as it can go. “ MMmmm,” she moans mentally and physically, “ go ahead, take it in .”

As the fox is buried deeper inside, it doesn’t get to experience the ‘luxury’ of the slightly more spacious womb of the horse. Nope, with another tenant eager to turn it into food, its snout is forced to instantly go directly inside that grey muzzle it shared a hallway with in that tight tunnel only seconds ago. The same fleshy tunnel which still holds the rest of it. Pinned completely by the entire inside of a horse’s heavy ass, and still foggy after that hit, it can barely so much as wiggle as its snout is cramped inside the strange creature’s mouth in earnest. Its legs still feel open, yet all the poor mammal can do is stiffen them reflexively as it is violated through two different holes of two different creatures.

If it thought the narrow wet vagina it was in was bad enough, this small tunnel is somehow going to be 3 times as worse. So much narrower, stiffer, and not as wet and slick, its head almost feels crushed inside the maw alone! With a compressed tongue pressing against its soaked chin, its head is thrashed violently. Just hoping its neck doesn’t break, it’s almost glad when the motion stops and its head is squeezed inside a crushingly tight esophagus.

Before, the feral fox could barely wiggle and shift against the fleshy tunnel, but here… its face was muzzled from ears to nose by something half the size it should be. Again its surroundings thrash, this time trying to pull it further inside and to the right of the strange world the fox can’t see, and again it feels its legs enter the wet entrance which feels miles away at this point.

Another pull, and the dirty paws seem to try to grip the mare’s dark tail. Without opposable thumbs however, and without anyone planning to help him- Mariana included- it’s a pointless endeavor. Still just outside the sinkhole on the other side up above, the paws already feel as warm as the rest of the fox’s body as they become overwhelmed by the horse’s heat. The horse's body molds and humps as its gut waves further ahead. An inaudible sound from the mare is made as well, as the motionless paws are forced to slide further inside.

Sliding underneath the tail, smooth as butter, the paws come together within the vertical asscrack. The pair is only interfered by the puffy orange tail they also belong to the same body of. Slowly the paws join within the slippery gates. They continue their journey further, sliding inside the mare’s opening. The orange tail follows the lead, slowly shifting from its wide and bright open colors, into a smaller tightly held rope. The color change is lost from the outside view by virtue or a brown tail, as the wet moisture soaks into the appendage further inside, darkening it as well.

Sinking further and further, without any intrusion in the way, slowly the black lips and pink overcome the last of the paws and horizontal claws. With the tail already covering half of them, they seem to shrink together as they enter the dungeon. The last claw leaves the dry outside world, as the paw pads slide into the darkness. Slowly, beyond the shadow of the large tail, they become a smaller victim to the clearly dominant horse's ass. The pink surrounds over more, as the black lips come together. The paws sink further until there’s only one more glimpse. And then… they’re gone. With a last pull, the pink inner flesh becomes the only thing apparent around the last of the fox’s tail. Along with the snatcher's lips, they close together as if they were slurping as the last of the puffy tail approaches her asses’ mouth.

Slowly the tail rises the last of the way. The tip has already passed the height of the bottom of her crotch, now only a few inches away. Soft as the lightest feathers, they rub over the small bump that is Mariana’s horse clit. The MUTO takes another komodo dragon-like swallow deep inside this magnificent horse’s body, cramping more of the fox’s head and neck inside as the last of the tail begins to curl up and point the same directions the paws had (and likely still do). Then, same as the paws it slides deeper and deeper. And just as the paws had, it slowly became overwhelmed and replaced with wet pink insides, and the closing of the black pussy lips. Until eventually, the last point of orange disappears, as Mariana’s vagina lips finally close completely. The moment christened, but the white steam that begins to pour out of the bottom of her black lips, as without anymore orange visible, Mariana cums.

As Mariana’s swollen underbelly is shaken and wobbled like a densely filled water balloon, her mind loses all thought as her ass orgasms. Her tail flicks and rises, and her vagina pules uncontrollably. Inside the fox continues to slide further inside her already dark depths. Claimed to never be seen again. Yet outside into the open air beneath her dirty tail, she begins to squirt and squirt.

It all just feels too overwhelming as every part of her loins fire in numbness. This was never the plan, but her belly wiggles far too well as the fox’s tail reaches the halfway point inside her pulsing vagina. It feels great burying the last of the fox completely inside her hips, further inside to never be seen again. It’s great not needing to worry about bringing the ‘toy’ back out, and it's great getting to continue to bask in the sensation as the MUTO pulls it the rest of the way in.

More and more she cums, as the MUTO inside leans against the left side of her wall now. Sure the MUTO was the predator, but right here and right now, she was the one controlling and surrounding the predator and prey. She was the one not only taking the fox into her body, but handling the MUTO as well which was already inside her as it fights to swallow its food within her body. Not just her body, but the home of her most private area; her womb . The mare stands tall, handling both wild animals within her own powerful body quite well, as she continues to cum in place for what feels like a minute.

Eventually the last dribble of the mucky liquid hangs from her wet brown hair staining crotch and drips to the ground. A small darkness and wetness remains in the dirt as a small bubble or two form. For the time being, she feels her hormones relax. Yet even as she’s done, and as she stands still, she still finds the energy to take a big deep inhale. The reason not being to take a break, but to bask in the commotion still happening inside her lower guts.

She’s unsure exactly why, she feels like she shouldn’t care, but she can't help but still bask in the way her belly moves. One moment it’s pushed forward into her stomach and guts, and then stretched off to the left as if she were signalling a turn. The last of the tail is just about to enter her womb/room, but the MUTO still wiggles and shifts inside there with purpose. Sure the MUTO Queen had to eat, but it still seemed strange the way it kept turning and recoiling, pushing itself against every bit of her stomach wall as if it were fighting. Surprised with the size of the fox, not hearing or feeling any chewing, apparently the MUTO seemed to be trying to choke down the entire fox the same way it had the past smaller prey. Sure hope it doesn’t choke, Mariana doesn’t bother saying her words outloud, as her eyes close, basking in the pulling and tugging within her womb.

Buried deep inside a horse's bare naked ass, the fox continues to get eaten away. Similar to how it was against the horse's asscheeks, its hips are what remain outside of this new open maw. Opening vertically compared sideways, it's a bit of a challenge to work this part of the furry creature inside its own cavern, yet the MUTO Queen still tries anyway, eager to finish its large meal. Its strong grey neck is forced to stretch, as its belly is already filled with the shoulders and head of the fox now. It’s enough of the fox to fill the creature's belly, but it’s not yet enough to do more than any mild bloating.

The MUTO leans as far as it can back against the strong roof of its home, trying to drag the fox fully inside the womb. The fox remains stiff in its grasp, but nothing the small kaiju can’t overpower. With speed, it darts forward, opening its mouth with the motion. A swallow and the maneuver works. Gulping further, the furry orange thighs are forced inside its grey cheeks.

Things were dark already inside the mare’s body, but now buried inside the stomach of this strange and much smaller beast, not even the fox’s vision was good enough to see a single thing. Eyes open, it can’t tell if the stomach lining is actually pressing right against its eyelids or not, but for one thing it could certainly feel the immense pressure. Borderline enough to strain even its bones, it does even another inch of its body can fit inside. Yet sure enough, another swallow overpowers the weaker creature, as things somehow grow a lot more tense. Just a tiny bit the stomach grows to accommodate it.

Outside the MUTO’s mouth, a back leg paw gives a weak feeble kick. The hungry queen thinks nothing of it, gulping and swallowing it up. It’s belly begins to grow more, as it takes another hearty swallow. Only the ending of each leg and tail remain. Pressing against the walls for support with six very bent legs perfectly balanced, it gulps forward with another swallow. The paws are in its mouth now, as the last of the tail presses against its shoulder into the fleshy wall. The MUTO swallows, sliding it down its face and closer to its mouth. The tail flinches off to the other side, trying to escape. The MUTO swallows. The MUTO’s belly stretches a bit further into the womb's curved wall. The tail remains just outside its mouth. The MUTO GULPs. Its belly stretches further, growing a bit more downwards. Grey belly skin stretches to full levels never experienced. The orange tail shifts like a weak worm just outside the predator's mouth. The fox’s snout tries to move, but only tickles the MUTO’s stomach lining as it is forced in place. The MUTO swallows. Its mouth closes. Eager, it swallows again… and again… and again… moving the fox deeper inside until it doesn’t need to swallow anymore.

Just like that, the MUTO sports its own belly bump. All thanks to the bundled up fox that is now sealed away. Things were already crammed as is, but somehow, the tiny fleshy cave grew even smaller to the Queen. Its belly rounds out, almost to the point of the MUTO’s tough elbows. Round like a ball, within the small walls it presses nicely along the womb lining. Wrapped like a blanket over half of it, it's only eventually the MUTO’s limbs which get in the way, pressing into the flesh within the tight space. It feels full and satisfied unlike anything before. Not just full, but actually stuffed beyond what it needed. No matter, it’s a benefit if anything. Now it can really relax and enjoy a very satisfying meal.

And as the fox tries to weakly kick, and wiggle its snout or whatever, the MUTO doesn’t so much as flinch. In fact, it almost enjoys the little tickle in its bloated belly. Digestion begins as the fox begins to grow lightheaded. 20 seconds later and the MUTO’s mouth opens once more, this time only to let gas out with a deep and heavy * BUrrrpppppp *.

Crazy to think that the fox that once walked these woods free and in the open, would end up in such a deplorably cramped space. Not only actually somehow up and inside the ass of a horse, but now in the stomach of an animal within said womb… now that’s just insane! A burp of gas tingles Mariana’s entire inner wall which leaves her standing in pure bliss for the short few seconds. As it ends, the mare can relax with a smile knowing that she did in fact pull it off. She did, fit that fox up her cootch, and her ‘foal’ did intact turn the furry critter into food for its stomach.

With a slightly heavier and rounded belly of a job well done, the commotion inside dies down. Unfortunate , the thought has her realizing that she already misses it. She actually liked it all. That’s something she’d really have to focus on and get more of in the future: More wiggling, and movement inside her guts. Her head turns to look at her wide middle again.

Even with the fox inside, it doesn’t seem to have grown at all for the time being. Yet, she does feel more dense. That at least diminishes some of her disappointment. But don’t get greedy, she has to remind herself. Her belly was swollen and big as it is. And it would only continue to grow over time. Beat and drained from this whole endeavor, her inner passenger would wiggle and shift her walls some more eventually. And when it happens, and when her belly grows heavier and larger, she’ll be excited and ready.

Fox packed away and taken care of, it’s now her own belly which begins to grumble. Having been so careful all day, it’s about time she can satisfy her own stomach’s needs. A patch of grass reveals itself in the dimming light. Walking towards it with her long strong legs, she makes sure to sway her hips a little bit extra. It’s not much, but it’s enough to pull at her heavy middle just a little bit as her round brown orb sways side to side. Pulling at her stretched skin, the light tingling along her belly walls feels good. A small ‘treat’, she figures she may as well enjoy the weight and sensation her guts offer her, as she goes to fill her digestive track up with grass. Hungry herself, she figures might as well, and bends down, beginning to fill her own belly with grass. She only wishes she were able to eat enough to grow her wide and hanging abdomen more.

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