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It was yet another busy day at the police station, employees working hard to keep the bureaucracy working despite the heatwave, and as if that wasn't enough to hinder their jobs it seemed like two gangs had grown increasingly active, causing a rise in crimes and all the problem that that was bound to generate.

They truly felt like everything around them was crumbling as more and more paperwork filled the police station and tribunals as people were caught and dutifully processed, literally and figuratively in some cases as everyone was trying their best despite the dire circumstances.

But of course, since life can never be too easy, not only were there the occasional thorny case, but mistakes kept slipping in, which slowed everything down even more than it already was, much to everyone's chagrin as that just piled up further work for them all to deal with, stressing all the employees further and further as their collective patience was running thinner and thinner by the minute.

And just as they thought their day couldn't get worse, they received a call from the local jail saying that they had run out of cells, and no matter how many times the employees were calling in disbelief, and this jail was sooner than later followed by all the other ones as prisoners were coming in and getting put in their respective jails either before the trial, if they couldn't post bail, or after they were processed and confirmed guilty. Yet, there were still dozens, if not even more, of people who needed a cell in jail as the ones in the various police stations were being filled up more and more by the second, up until no places were left no matter the jail they tried to contact.

The situation was quickly growing desperate, especially as their shift was about to end and they didn't want to delay all of this mess, which just made them all panic even further as they wanted to avoid plunging all of the city into further chaos, as if they weren't dealing with enough problems already and this was just adding fuel to the fire, specifically the one of a massive forest.

And just when all hope seemed lost, one of the employees who really wanted to leave and relax for once this week remembered that the nearby city, being dramatically bigger than the ones they lived in, not only definitely had more jail space, but they could also spare is as he vaguely remembered of a “mobile jail and police station", he wasn't unsure of the details but figured it was worth a shot, so a call was made and a deal quickly arrange as they were more than happy to help them out, and that the mobile jail was on his way.

It didn't take long for the ground to start noticeably shaking as everyone looked outside their windows to see a macro chubby Clydesdale horse approaching the small city, nothing too big that could crush them but still taller than the tallest building in there.

And this horse was wearing just enough of a police uniform that they were able to understand that this was the “mobile help" that they mentioned was coming, the hung and naked horse presenting himself as Tonka and saying he was here to help them deal with the overcrowding and to get the prisoners ready for him to deal with.

Granted, he didn't have anything with him that could help them, but at this point, they were so desperate for any way to shorten the bureaucracy that anything the horse could have done would have been helpful, so they started to round up some of the prisoners that had been waiting for the longest time outside in the parking lot, waiting for whatever the macro was about to do, the employees curious for what was about to come, and the rounded up prisoner worried for their fate as they had no idea of what was about to come, and they were sure it wasn't going to be any good.

Turns out, they were right in having doubts about what was to come as the horse started to bend over, exposing his relatively massive tailhole to everyone, and grabbed one prisoner that was standing just a bit off from the other, giving him a better grasp of him as he started to understandably squirm in terror as he was lifted higher and higher by the chubby Clydesdale horse as he licked his lips, much to the micro's terror as he could do nothing but wait to see what plans the macro had in mind for him, only knowing that it was not going to be a fun time for him.

And when he realized that he wasn't being brought all the way up to the macro's head, but rather to the much closer down anus, which just made him squirm and try to yell at the horse to stop even louder, but to no avail as he was brought closer and closer to the twitching and hairy hole of the horse as it started to slightly leak anal juices from the stimulation that was to come.

Sooner than later, the micro's head started being pushed against the asshole of the macro, his squirming, and attempts to push out of the winking hole being useless, and if anything adding extra pleasure to the horse's live insertion as he huffed while clenching the micro inside of him, taking his sweet time to further enhance the pleasure, much to the chagrin of the micro and the audience of people looking up at what was happening, seeing the micro slowly but surely disappear in the macro's anus bit by bit up until he was fully gone inside, not that he was happy about it as he kept on screaming and squirming as hard as it could inside the tight bowels of the macro, much to his chagrin as that ended up just making him hornier and hornier by the second as Tonka started to develop an erection, some people grossed out by what was happening and other being far too interested than they should be about it, but regardless on the micro's opinion of musky horse ass they were still going to be shoved inside of it.

As if the periodic leak of anal juices weren't enough to give a little preview of the micros of how the macro's colon was going to be, getting shoved inside was bound to provide a unique experience as the horse's guts were pitch black except for the very entrance as the asshole of the horse periodically winked as it clenched the group of micros inside of his depths bit by bit, the horse still taking his time as he murred and moaned louder and louder by the second as he kept getting hornier by the feeling of dozens of micros squirming his large intestines as they tried to push the walls and anal juices off them, but to no avail as the were inexorably clenched deeper and deeper in the musky bowels of the horse, the thick and foul air being all that they could smell in the hot bowels of the macro, the only sensation that they could have in the darkness being the screams and yells of fellow trapped micros that had been clenched before and after them, some of them having entered the small intestines after having traveled the whole length of the large intestines.

And they, unlike the still tight large intestines, were way less of a misnomer as they were noticeably tighter and oppressive, while simultaneously being longer and more winding rather than the straight length with just a handful of bends of the large intestines as their situation seemingly just kept on getting worse and worse by the minute, and they were powerless to stop it or even slightly slowing down their inevitable fate, the clenching of the strong equine intestines being far more powerful than all of the micros combined.

Tonka was loving all of this as his cock was now fully erected and throbbing, having earlier started to leak drops of pre that, thanks to the near constant prostate stimulation that the micros were giving him had turned into a steady stream, much to the chagrin of just about anyone that was on the ground as the dense pre lake kept on expanding more and more. They all had to move around and shift to avoid the increasingly big puddle of sexual juices as it spread, but at least the employees were glad that their problem was finally being solved, if in a weird way.

However, with how horny the chubby Clydesdale horse had now become, he had started to turn sloppy in who he grabbed as he was too horny to look down at the mass of prisoners, so sometimes he'd grab a big handful, which stretched his asshole and meant that they ended up even more cramped than the other fellow prisoners, or a much smaller handful that at least got more space to squirm in the rectum of the macro.

And with Tonka growing increasingly sloppy and not looking at what he grabbed, it didn't take him much to start accidentally grabbing both his fellow micro cops, and random passerbys who had happened to walk a little bit too close to the macro's grabbing range, the horse not caring about anything but his pleasure at this point, and ways that he could prolong it for as long as he could, so the fact that he was grabbing innocents wasn't something he cared about, as they were just added pleasure to him as the micros were inexorably clenched deeper and deeper within the Clydesdale horse macro, the yelling of the micros below easily filtered out, if not straight up overpowered, by the moaning and huffing of the much bigger horse as he uncaringly crammed whoever he could in his bowels, even sometimes using both hands to get two “doses" of micros in a short span of time, and alternating that with jerking off a bit as he purposefully squeezed his musky and tight innards to get further pleasure from the micros he had forcibly crammed up his asshole, especially loving when each new group reached his prostate while kicking and squirming as that sent waves of immense pleasure all over his body, causing bigger spurts of cum and pre to come out of the macro's throbbing cock as he kept getting hornier and hornier by the second, and with no signs of slowing down whatsoever.

If anything, Tonka felt like he needed even more pleasure than what he was getting now as he started to look around for things that he could use to further it he noticed all the parked police cars were around him, as after all he was in the parking lot of a police station, which certainly had no shortage of them, the horse promptly deciding that he was going to use them.

So the macro Clydesdale horse walked towards the car and unceremoniously grabbed one, not even noticing that there were cops in it as he just widened his tailhole as much as he could and started to cram the car inside, ignoring the clacson as he hornily started to cram the car inside him, even the sirens were easily ignored by the macro as he was far too horny to care, and he figured that the more of the car would enter his bowels, the muffler it'll become.

The car's forceful entrance was aided by a lot of anal juices that the horse's anal walls had secreted, the immense overstimulation of his large intestines having caused a significant discharge of fluids as they aided the inexorable clench of the bowels as they happily sent the micros first and the cars second within the deep and long innards of the macro.

The policeman in the car at least had much more space as they weren't in direct contact with the intestinal walls, and thanks to the headlights they weren't enveloped in total darkness like the people that had preceded them, but it was debatable if being able to see the tight, rippling walls of the wet, pink tunnel the were being inexorably getting clenched inside was better than the darkness, especially as the car itself was making all sorts of metallic noises and noticeably losing pieces of itself often, yet they were unable to open the doors if they felt the need to escape, which with how dire and horrible their situation was it was becoming something they might consider as they kept on going deeper and deeper inside of the horse with no way to turn back, even turning on the engine and trying to go in reverse failing as the intestines were too smooth and wet for the car to have a proper grip, and the constant rippling and shifting didn't help matters at all, just making the situation even worse and full of despair for all the people involved.

Because, of course, Tonka didn't stop with just one car as he happily started to grab and clench one car after the other, the first few cars requiring quite a bit of effort to get inside the slimy asshole of the horse, but after a few of them his rectum was widened enough that the cars would slip inside with little to no effort, not even needing to use the hands once the car's bonnet was grabbed by the inner anal sphincter, which just meant he could use it to instead stroke his flared cock to add further pleasure to this already horny experience.

Even the cars didn't really make a bulge on the chubby gut of the horse. All the clacson noises and the sires were dramatically muffled by all of the organs and the layers of dense fat, their futility not even noticed by the cars and micros inside as the unwilling ones needed to cling to any hope they had left that Tonka would let them out eventually, but he had o plans to do so whatsoever and was too horny to care about what was happening inside of him unless it was a new car he had just shoved inside of him hitting his prostate for a few seconds, which made his almost peristaltic clenches slow down for a bit to extract as much pleasure as they could as the macro, which had run out of cars, was now jerking off as he thought of wanting a real, macro cock inside of his ass.

Ad after all of this time, he finally ejaculated, ropes of cum raining all over the small city as he orgasmed, emptying out his balls as he said, mostly to himself, that the city's problem was now solved, the horse leaving the city, satisfied at another job well done and hoping to get his ass filled by a fellow macro once he returned.