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There really was no limit to how much brushing that big stallion needed. At least not as far as Valorie was concerned. Whether it was polishing his perfect painted hide until it glistened, or combing smoothly through his luscious mane, then moving down to his tail, there was just so much horse to be admired. Spending some time alone with the show horse was a privilege all its own, but even better was knowing just how much it was appreciated.

“Mmhm. Doing some fine work back there," Jackson said, his voice smooth and a little flirty even at the most casual of times. “Take it slow, now. I like to savour it a little."

Valorie found herself blushing already, just listening to the big man talk. She made sure to give him the utmost of careful attention, lest she accidentally put one single hair out of place. On a prized show horse like him, that simply would have been a crime.

“Like this?"

“That's right. That's real good."

The way he accentuated that with a little snort and groan wasn't helping her with the whole blushing situation. Nor was the way he flicked his tail about, tickling at her cheeks on the way. He made sure to lift it up just enough to give her a good look at everything beneath. Of course she couldn't help but look, quickly stricken by the sheer lewdness of the display. Being a horse meant he was always showing off those hefty nuts, but her eyes were focused more intently on the plump, round donut above. She would have kept staring if not for the sound of his voice.

“Get that underside too. It's important."

“Oh, is it now?" Valorie bit her lip, still marvelling at the blatant show.

She could hardly believe how openly flirty he was. As much as he had a reputation for it, he was a [i]horse![/i] Surely she should have shown some restraint around him. When she looked up, she saw him looking back at her with a little smirk on his face. She was caught in the act of staring, and they both knew it. Her cheeks were absolutely blazing by then. Flustered didn't begin to describe the feeling overtaking her entire body. Yet for all his flirting, she wasn't about to neglect her duties.

Bringing that thick brush to catch the underside of his tail just right left her perilously close to touching him lewdly, but she stopped just short of that. Dwelling in his heat wasn't making it any easier to focus either. Nonetheless, she brushed, and carefully. Slowly working though his long, beautiful tail, feeling its smooth texture running over her fingers was a reward all in itself. So too were the little huffs and even groans Jackson gave her in response to such treatment. He must have been exaggerating a little.

Even when she swore she was done, he still had his tail up. She stepped back a little, looking him in those brown and blue eyes. He was still wearing such a smirk. She might have even seen him wink at her.

“And what else can I do for you, handsome?" she finally said, trying to sound confident.

“Oh, just staring at you while you stare at me. I don't mind, you know. Lots of ladies seem pretty stricken by this backside of mine."

“Now you're just being vain." She stuck her tongue out. “And besides, you're a [i]horse.[/i]"

“Am I now?" He feigned shock, poorly. “Doesn't make much of a difference to me, really. Pretty fond of you human types. Nice and smooth. Wouldn't mind seeing a little more of you, in fact."

That certainly got her eyebrows shooting up. Absolutely scandalous. She couldn't believe he spoke like that to humans, especially while offering such a charming, flirtatious smile. He was so damn handsome. She found herself biting her lip, frowning, and finally shrugging her shoulders. Getting the straps of those overalls off her shoulders was easy enough. She watched him for a reaction, and he simply gave her a nod to keep going. Either he really was that charismatic, or she didn't need much convincing.

Valorie surprised even herself with how much she was willing to show at the slightest urging. She got down to her bra after a short while, hanging her shirt over the side of the stall, and it didn't take her long to decide she didn't need that either. Jackson's tight-lipped [i]mmhmmmm[/i] of approval when she was topless in front of him was a lot more emphatic than she expected. She cupped her hands over her chest at first, but she let him get a good look after a while, watching the little spark light up in his two-toned eyes.

“Just as good-looking as I'd hoped. Better, even. Maybe I can convince you to keep these sessions of ours topless from now on."

She gave a flustered groan, and finally just raised her hands to get back at him for all the teasing by grasping and whapping his great, strong rump a few times.

“You're shameless."

“It's part of being a stud. In all senses of the word, of course."

Without a good response in her head, Valorie just kept kneading. She massaged that fine ass as best she could, though she wasn't sure if he could really feel it. Mostly it was for herself, so she could admire that thick musculature, feel it flexing under every touch. And also so she could spread those cheeks a little more and take an even more extended peek at that big, thick ring that had so clearly drawn her eye. It gave a light clench while she worked his ass, until he couldn't help but huff a little.

“You're good with a brush, and with your hands too," he said. “Admirable qualities. But I bet you're even better with that pretty face of yours."

“What's that supposed to - “

He kept her from finishing with the smallest movement. As subtle as it was, she had to pay close attention when that huge stallion shifted all that weight. She had read once that horses couldn't walk backwards, or at least weren't very good at it. Jackson didn't seem to struggle with it. He was moving slowly of his own accord, subtly backing up until Valorie had no choice but to back up with him once he bumped that shapely backside into her, gently. It didn't take her long to feel a barn wall behind her, and Jackson didn't seem to care she was running out of room to maneuver.

She could have easily dodged out of the way. He wasn't exactly moving quickly or forcefully. Maybe she didn't think he'd really do it, but she should have known better by then after all his teasing, after all she'd heard about him. Really, they both knew just how much she absolutely ached to get pinned against that big, shiny ass. The horse kept going until he made contact with her face. He was tall enough to be the perfect height for pressing his taut pucker right up against her features, in a soft, warm [i]smooch[/i] of sorts. Jackson stopped there just to see how that lovely woman would react to getting smothered in horse rump. Valorie didn't pull away.

Instead, she leaned into that touch, putting her hands on his rear, allowing herself a little moan. It was muffled by the smother, but surely Jackson felt that. He took it as a hint enough to back up that much more, to lean a little more weight into her, to turn it from a little kiss into full immersion. She was smothered in his big, puffy horse hole to the point she could feel herself enter it, just a little. The heat remained welcome, as did the air she huffed in her excitement. That masculine scent was prominent in her nose and his warmth enveloped her the longer he kept her smothered, pressing back to pin her against the wall so firmly she felt herself leave her feet.

It was only after staying there for several seconds longer, maybe even minutes, that Valorie felt herself cross a certain threshold. There was just being pinned and teased by the horse, maybe bullied a little. Then there was something else. He pushed against her face a little more firmly still, left her that much more helpless, and caused her to sink in against his ring until it was impossible to deny that she was [i]inside[/i] of him. The realization came with a clench of muscles - some of them her own, and some of them Jackson's when he tightened up around her to keep her from pulling back. Not that she had anywhere to go anyway with all that weight and power pressed against her soft body.

She voiced a complaint that was supposed to be his name, but merely came out as two-syllable [i]mmmhmmf[/i] under his tail. Her disapproval didn't seem to make a difference, nor did raising her hands up to his rump, not to massage this time, but to press firmly against those cheeks in an effort to shove him away. Trying to push that much horse around might as well have been moving mountains for her comparative strength. He didn't so much as budge an inch. Those long legs of his remained elegantly planted in place, helping him bluntly push back and down on the pretty human smothered in his ass.

With enough time and pressure there came a distinct [i]schlllp[/i] of friction as she entered him just a little more. She had her whole face firmly wedged in his ass by that point, and he wasn't letting up. With that realization came the hottest blush of all. Jackson surely felt the extra heat in her cheeks while he overtook her head. The thought that he might truly go all the way was no doubt a frightening one, but it had a way of flustering that girl too. Horses didn't just [i]do[/i] that. What a humiliating thing to happen to her, and coming from one so charming, so handsome just made it all the more blaze-worthy.

He'd been subtle about his intentions until that point, but there was nothing covert about the sudden grunt he gave, followed by a firm buck of his hips. It wasn't nearly his whole strength, but it was still enough to thump Valorie against the wall nice and firmly while she scrambled for position, unable to soften the blow. It all saw her sinking smoothly deeper under his tail, getting her whole head clenched on until she could feel the hug of his ring around her throat like a collar. A little gasp escaped her as the heat seemed to double all at once, leaving her features streaked with her own sweat and her breath coming faster and shorter inside the stallion turned predator. There really was no getting away anymore after that.

Jackson gave a snort and then a whinny that Valorie felt more than she heard, muffled by all the layers between her and the outside world. Her head was spinning enough that she forgot to struggle for a while, going a little slack while the horse claimed yet more of her. That hole was plump and soft all over, but it still had to stretch around her shoulders, and then her considerable bust. She felt pressure on her bare breasts once he got down that far, helping squeeze a little more air out of her, to make her a little dizzier, a little more accommodating of his urges, no matter how embarrassing it might have been.

Only when her chest went tight from lack of air did she seem to remember where she was. Overtaking her shoulders in horse rump meant she didn't have much motion in her arms anymore. She could wiggle her hips and she could kick plenty hard at least. Banging her boots against the wall of the barn eventually meant losing one of them, and then the other, falling to the ground under a half-socked foot, her toes curling in dismay.

Another groan escaped her when she heard the horse outright moan in pleasure around her. She didn't see it, but the way he tossed his head back with that expressive sound was truly elegant, in the way only a show stud like him could truly be. He was starting not just to squeeze on her, but to [i]pump[/i], to flex and clench on her curvy body to take as much pleasure from her as he liked on the way in. She was his personal internal massager, getting kneaded on from all sides as heat and musk grew thicker and more mind blanking. The time for thinking of some clever way of getting out of that situation had long passed.

Valorie didn't have much strength to kick with by the time he got to her hips. Mostly she was a pair of long, athletic legs sticking out from under the horse's curled tail, getting dragged inside with the inner workings of all those powerful equine muscles. Sometimes she managed another little kick, flicking her legs upwards only to slump down again. She wasn't fully submitting, but she knew ending up as a swell in Jackson's belly was inevitable by then. And she wasn't even making that big of a bulge.

For a big damn stallion like that, swallowing an entire person meant acquiring a little sag, a little extra weight to his underside. The shape that formed there certainly didn't look like a whole human body. He worked his way down, over Valorie's thighs, squeezing them tightly together with his flexing muscles to make her all the easier to drag inside. A pair of mostly bare feet stuck out of his two-toned hole a little longer, until one last pumping squeeze tucked those feet away, down to the very last toe vanishing behind the wink of a taut hole. Just like that, Valorie was entirely gone, hidden away inside the horse, sinking deeper and deeper into his body on the way to his stomach from the back.

Jackson took to humming to himself through the process of squeezing her along. Winding her through the lengthy passages of his intestines was a practised skill of his. He knew what he was doing. Either Valorie was in a haze of some sort, or it simply took less time than she expected to get all the way to his belly. At least there was more room to move in there, even if the air was hotter than ever. She squirmed her way into something of a more comfortable position with her knees bent and pressed firmly against her tits once she was fully tucked away inside of him.

“Mmm," he said, more a statement than a moan. “I needed that. Take your time getting settled in there, Val. It's going to take me a while to really get you soft."

She could vaguely hear his words resonating through his body, and feel them too. Even more prominent was the pleased whinny that echoed oddly in her new sleeping bag. It shook her surroundings while she contemplated just how soft that belly was, how easy it would have been to just close her eyes and slump down to take a nap. Even if it meant waking up as horse fat. The slowly stirring sauna had a way of tempting her with that, but she set to squirming instead. The swinging shape of her form, vague though it was, at least wobbled a little bit thanks to all her efforts, even if they accomplished little more than wearing her out.

“Careful now. Wouldn't want to get the juices flowing too fast. Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to digesting you, but I want to make this as pleasant as possible for you. Especially when you've been such a good assistant."

He flicked his tail a few times and lowered it, pucker still flexing with his excitement until he sighed out. True to his warning, all that wriggling had a way of getting his stomach gurgling, and the slow trickle of fluids overtaking Valorie's mostly naked form. She felt her skin soaking in them, gradually building up a tolerable tingle as she soaked and sloshed around. Her huffing breath kept her lungs mostly full, and the space was comfortable enough she could keep calm about her situation, even after he'd so clearly spelled out what he was going to do to her. Running those words through her head again and again, wondering if he really meant them, kept her all the more flustered than ever.

Everything was calm and relatively comfortable until he trotted across the barn. That got her jostling up and down with every step of his hooves, splashing those juices all over her to get at every part of her that wasn't already soaked. The rising tingle confirmed what she already knew. She [i]was[/i] getting digested by that damn stud, if very slowly. Stewing and wobbling inside of him, she was just going to have to stay like that unless he somehow changed his mind.

A few quick sips of water shocked her with the cool touch on her sweltering face. She squirmed a little more for him at that, and got those belly walls squeezing in on her all the tighter for it. Compressing her into the same position, they kept her from moving much more, leaving her just to gasp and groan while the sounds all around her kept a steady symphony. It was exactly the kind of feeling, being completely controlled and possessively clutched, that got her head slumping a little.

Valorie might have passed out or at least flickered for a minute or two. When she opened her eyes and blinked a few times, she still couldn't see anything, but the noises around her had ramped up. From a faint rumble to a steady slosh and rumble, he was more and more actively churning her, tingling away at her toes and fingertips with every passing second. He was moving again. In time, she even heard another voice, distant though it was.

Autumn watched the stud approaching with her eyes a little shiny. He was pretty enough in pictures, but seeing that big stud in motion was all the more attractive. At least she wasn't the first to admit her crush on him. He had a bit of a reputation around the ranch for flirting with his helpers. Though that was as far as it went, from what she knew. That didn't explain why Valorie hadn't shown up to meet her once she was done with her duties. They had plans for the afternoon, and it was very unlike her to skip out on them.

“Hey, Jackson. Val came by this way, right?"

“Mmhm. Just missed her, in fact. Doubt she's too far."

Autumn wasn't sure what to make of that smile he gave her when he said that, though she knew it had a pretty immediate [i]effect[/i] on her. She went from simply admiring him as the work of art he was, to getting a little warm, a little squirmy, digging her toes into the bottom of her boots just from one handsome look. Before she could spiral into that feeling, she gave a pout.

“Ah, damn. How did we not see each other? She's probably gonna wonder where I am now once she gets there."

“Well, that's no good. Might be able to help with that, at least. How do you feel about a little bareback?"

“Excuse me?" She blinked, only to remember the literal meaning of the term. “Oh. I could give it a shot. I'm a pretty good rider. You'll take it slow, right?"

“Of course. Can't go too quick right now anyhow. Just ate."

Maybe for just a moment, Autumn found her eyes unconsciously straying to his underside, to glance at his belly and wonder if maybe, just maybe, it was a little lower, a little softer than she remembered. She didn't give it any more thought than that. Anything that might have crossed her mind, she quickly dismissed as ridiculous. It was out of her sight soon enough anyway, when Jackson politely dipped his head down and bent his front legs to give her a better shot at climbing right up on his back.

It was still an intimidating task, one that involved a little hopping before she managed to get a good hold on him. She made sure not to yank his mane too much given how pretty it was. Though he didn't seem to mind. He wasn't one for complaining, in her experience. Nor was he impatient. He waited for her to be comfortable in place, stretched across his bare back, balanced if still a touch precarious. She found herself breaking into a nervous chuckle.

“You could really mess up my whole day by breaking into a gallop right now."

Jackson gave a little huff at that, not out of amusement, but more as if shocked by the mere suggestion. His tone remained casual.

“I wouldn't dream of it. You're already putting a lot of trust in me, getting up there. I wouldn't want to take advantage of that."

Hearing that was enough to make him hug his neck, if mostly just for balance. He was true to his word, moving out from the barn at a slow saunter. It was still faster than if she went on foot, and a lot less tiring for her too. She almost forgot she was supposed to be looking for Valorie. So much so that she didn't even notice at first when Jackson started off in the opposite direction of where they were supposed to meet up. She was along for the ride until they were truly straying off, seemingly trotting into the middle of nowhere, out in the fields, away from the barn and every other building. That was when she cleared her throat.

“Um. I don't suppose a guy like you gets lost easily, does he?"

“Pretty sure I saw her over this way somewhere."

Autumn furrowed her brow. “What would she be doing over here? Isn't it just empty this way until you hit the road?"

“Following the old trail, I suppose. See it?" He gestured down with his head.

There was indeed a worn down trail in the grass there, one well-worn by repeated falls of hooves, maybe Jackson's own.

“Hmmm. You're sure you're not taking me to your secret romantic make-out spot?" She found herself pursing her lips immediately, unsure of what possessed her to blurt that out.

“Maybe. Would you stop me?"

She didn't even have to see his face to hear the flirty smirk on it. It was time for her to blush, and she stayed that way all the way through the rest of the ride. Jackson didn't stop until they were somewhere particularly isolated, somewhere where the only sound was his breath and a soft, distant rumble of his stomach. She didn't pay the latter much mind, especially when he halted and nodded his head to let her down.

“What? Why here?" She glanced around, and found herself thinking it didn't seem all that romantic to her, just isolated. At least she didn't say that one out loud.

Nonetheless, there was no sense remaining on the back of a horse who wasn't going anywhere. She carefully slipped her legs over to one side of him and hopped down, landing mostly gracefully. The thump of her boots hitting the ground was the loudest thing for miles. When she turned back to him, he was giving her a look that had a way of reddening every inch of her exposed skin all at once. That was hardly fair, that he could just [i]do[/i] that.

“Figure it's as good a place as any to have a little alone time. Or have I been wrong? You haven't been aiming for such a thing? I'm pretty good with human body language by now, but not perfect."

“Ohhhh. Is that your game?" She tried to sound sly to cover up how bashful she felt all of a sudden, and wasn't sure it was a success. Especially once she started to ponder how to actually answer his question.

She looked up at him, saw his smile, and simply found herself moving naturally closer. Such a magnetism he had to him, one she just wanted to touch and stroke whenever she possibly could. It was almost an unconscious pull that had her rubbing her fingers through his mane, and framing his features with her hands on his cheeks. Yet for as much as she seemed to be losing control of herself, what she did next was entirely of her own will.

It was difficult to know where to start when it came to kissing someone so much bigger than her, and a whole different species, but she just let it come naturally. They fit together better than she thought. His lips were just the right kind of soft to encourage her to press her whole face against them, smooching until she couldn't help take it a little further and push her tongue into his mouth. The little moan that escaped her when she went that far was outright embarrassing, but she didn't let that stop her.

Nor could she say that taking her top off, or loosening her shorts was something she didn't think about either. It just seemed the right thing to do. She wanted him to see her, to feel her. When she popped from the kiss to get her shirt over her head, she got a nice wet lick of her newly bare chest. His tongue was thick and left her notably wet, glistening in the sunlight. She was so very warm, maybe even sweating a little from the sheer flustering he brought over her. Her top was in her hands, her breasts were out, and she had her shorts around her knees - it all happened so very fast that only then did she have time to reflect.

“Ohh, I ... I probably shouldn't be making out with you like this, should I?"

“Ahh, don't worry about it." He winked at her. “We're out here all alone. Trust me when I say no one's gonna find out."

She gave a little puff of air and turned away for a moment. That just made him lean in closer, rubbing his cheek against her own while she murmured.

“And anyway, we're supposed to be looking for Val. I should probably ... put my clothes back on and get back to that. She's waiting for me."

“Bet she's in the last place you'll look. Just one last kiss first?"

Her ability to resist simply wasn't there. She wanted nothing more. Leaning in, ready for another smooch, another gentle makeout, she found herself overtaken instead. He went in deep, mashing his lips to her own, completely overtaking her from nose to chin. She got some of his saliva on her face, and found herself [i]mmfing[/i] in surprise at just how vigorous he was about it. A few little nibbles of his lips along her cheeks to inch in even closer came with him leaning his head down, pressing into her, nearly driving her to her knees with the eager kiss. Something had to give, but she stood tall and firm, accepting everything he gave. Even when he went in for more.

It took her longer than it should have to realize just how far he went. He wasn't just kissing her on the face, he had his lips around her whole head, his flat teeth framed around her forehead, his tongue drawing over her face. It was exactly the kind of stunning move to leave her frozen in place. She was still so very warm, so very transfixed by that big stud who seemed to want her so much. It was only when he took her down to the neck and gave his first [i]gulp[/i] that it finally clicked.

“H-hey! Jacks-[i]HMMF![/i]"

He cut her off with another powerful swallow, bringing her face into his throat to let her feel the muscles rippling all around her. If she really, really didn't want to get eaten, the time to act was right then. She let him get a few more swallows first, as if to confirm he [i]meant[/i] it. Only then did she reach up to try to pry herself from his jaws, tugging, writhing, struggling with the great big animal who was a thousand times stronger than her. He was no lion, no wolf, no big predator. Just a hungry horse who thought the partly naked human looked like dinner. And he'd probably thought that for a while. Maybe every time he saw her.

Such a thought was exactly the sort of thing to get her all flustered again, even as a bulge of her bust travelled down his muscular neck. He lifted her right off her feet, chomping her right out of her boots, letting her feet wiggle through the air as he ate her whole, and she couldn't find it in herself to properly panic. So much of it felt so good, smoothing over her skin like that, kneading, squeezing, [i]taking[/i]. He was so possessive with his gulps, and she couldn't deny it felt good to belong to him.

Then it was back to struggling when he squeezed her chest particularly hard in his throat, squishing her breasts down flat, drawing a bit of air out of her lungs. The gasp that escaped her reminded how dire the situation really was. She wiggled, she writhed, she kicked her legs until she lost her shorts too. That made it all the easier for Jackson to scoop his tongue between her thighs and tilt her backwards, tasting her everywhere all the way down. He was already over halfway done devouring her. All doubts over whether he [i]could[/i] were gone, left only with a faint wonder if he [i]would[/i].

By the gluttony he demonstrated with a toss of his head and a particularly deep swallow, he had no plans to stop. She heard him give the occasional [i]mm[/i] or smack of his lips while he ate her, perhaps exaggerating for her sake just so she knew how delicious she was. It was the kind of thing that made her pause to listen, until his lips glazed over her rump and slipped down her thighs. She bent her knees while she still could, kicking upwards but accomplishing little, panting in his gullet from the effort nonetheless.

One more deep, extended [i]glllllp[/i] with his head pointed towards the sky was all it took to finish her off. She disappeared between his lips as they sealed just behind her curled toes. Wiggling her hips back and forth didn't do much to slow her descent. That tunnel was far too slippery, and those muscles working her towards his gut were far too powerful. She descended until she made contact with something familiar and smooth, something that squirmed every bit as much as her. It seemed her search was over.

There wasn't any time to make conversation. Nor was there any room. A little scrambling had Autumn deeply pinned between Val's tits at first, and a little more squirming and settling in eventually left her sitting on her face instead. There was plenty more jockeying for position, but the squeeze of Jackson's gut kept that from succeeding. They were just going to have to stay like that, intertwined and smothered in each other, still breathing despite the cramped situation. The gurgling had already been working well over Val, and it doubled in its intensity as soon as they were both packed tight inside his swinging middle. There was no hiding that bulge anymore, at least for a while.

“Ahh. There you go. What a treat, getting to have you both together. I hope you're comfortable. You're both so soft in all the right ways, so I'm sure you are. It's going to be such a pleasure adding all those shapes to my bulk."

He gave a sway of his hips, swinging them around, bumping them against one wall of his belly then the other.

“Try to get some rest. We're going to be at it for a good while. Think I'll go for a little stroll, myself. Sorry about the jostling. Going to need to keep the exercise up once you're both just protein."

Such teasing got the muffled complaining kicked up all over again. Their voices worked in unison, but they ended up drowned out by the steady rumbling of his gut. He set to gurgling and churning at them while he walked, bouncing them along, splashing them in digestives that rose and rose, soaking into their skin, their hair. The hissing of them dissolving together was a constant note, one that kept them from hearing his merry humming while he explored the fields beyond the barn, his coat shining in the sun.

For as gentle a man as he was, his stomach wasn't quite so kind to them. He set to work grinding away on them, slowly melting them down in a gradual mulching that saw them squished together all the more tightly by the constant compression when they weren't just simmering in all those juices. Their struggles grew less and less vigorous as the minutes rolled by. Neither Val nor Autumn was anywhere close to passing out, still breathing, still gasping, sometimes groaning when they felt something particularly tingly working over their bare skin. But neither of them could deny they were getting [i]softer[/i], little by little.

The shape of the pair sagging in his gut got slowly smaller as he pulled in tighter around their squishier forms, pressing them together as if to fuse them. He gave a snort when a particularly powerful churn made his gut sink inward a full inch over what used to be fully solid human meat.

“Hmf! Feels like you're coming along in there. Getting a little harder to tell you apart, I imagine. It's going to be even harder to say who's who when I'm done with you."

He left the rest of that tease to their imagination. They were going to be horse fat, calories for the big stud, and something else. That got them invigorated, relatively speaking. Their struggles felt more like twitches to them, and to their predator alike, but they were there. It was hard to tell which parts of them were still functioning. Autumn gave a push of her arm against a belly wall, and just found herself sinking deeper and deeper into the slush all around her, melting into Jackson's embrace, joining with Val's form. She meanwhile wasn't doing much. It was getting hard to tell if she was still moving, or if she was merely sloshing around with the natural digestive motions of that horse belly.

Jackson was still trotting along, still shaking them about to help them fall apart and join with the rest of themselves. Autumn gave one last alarmed, confused murmur, a tiny cry as if to ask if he was really, truly serious, even then. It was hard to even believe she was going to end up digested by a horse. Especially such a friendly one. After that, it was time to sink down and join with Valorie in the simmering stew of their former bodies, all churned up and [i]glorping[/i] down to little more than another meal for the big, handsome stallion.

A few more hours to get the rest of them good and softened down was all he needed. Jackson trotted over the flatlands, following a path to nowhere in particular, letting the sun reflect on his shiny hide. He was far from home, but he always roamed wherever he pleased. Dusting up his feathering was a natural consequence of such a lengthy venture, but there was sure to be plenty more attendants ready to help him with that. It was funny how many volunteers he got for such tasks, even after he made so many disappear. Either they still didn't suspect him, or they just couldn't bring himself to care about his proclivities when he was that damn handsome.

He gave a toss of his head, elegantly flinging his mane out of his eyes. There wasn't much that was elegant about what was to come next after two days of digesting those gorgeous women alive. Jackson took a moment to recall their pretty faces, and to mentally scan up and down the memory of their curves. Such beauties they were, all churned down and turned into a slightly portly barrel - along with what was left of them, not so gorgeous anymore after a long, digestive trip through the big stallion's intestines.

Trotting to a stop, he found his spot - anywhere would do, really - and took to bracing himself. A quick flick of his tail to keep it lifted high out of the way preceded the long, steady dump he took there in the open field, under the rays of the slowly setting sun. Valorie and Autumn were largely indistinguishable from one another or from anything else he might have eaten but for a few stray bones embedded in the mess hitting the grass below. The only hint anyone would have had that he was shitting out two shapely, sexy human girls was the sheer mass of it all, but he had no eyes on him out in the open air.

The occasional snort or grunt from the stallion was all he had to say on the matter. He'd earned the satisfaction after a long, slow digestion of all that meat. Maybe other horses wouldn't have been so comfortable after such a carnivorous indulgence, but he'd refined his appetite well by then. He knew all about churning up humans and leaving them somewhere out on the pasture. The grass was going to be a little greener where he left that great big mound of steaming hot horseshit that used to be his two lovely attendants.

Eating one was greedy, but the second truly was gluttonous. The weight was his only consequence for that, along with the extended time spent squeezing them out from that plump donut under his tail. He gave a few more huffs and grunts, hitting a few particularly solid pieces, the spots where all that chalked and flecked bone built up. A pleased sigh escaped him when that dropped to the top of the pile, followed by a few last softer chunks of former human to finish off the veritable mountain.

Unsheathing not for lust, but for the finishing splash of high-pressure piss, hosing down that spot and leaving the pile nearly toppling over was the finale to that dirty show. He gave his haunches a shake when he was done, soft shaft slowly retracting into its sheath when he was done spraying them down. Two talented and beautiful women, all used up and dumped out by the big, hungry stallion - that was just how things went when he was in that sort of mood. Another dozen pounds or so packed onto that powerful form, a little extra wobble on his gut and his fine haunches, and a little extra shine to his coat was his reward for gurgling those ladies down and absorbing them all for himself.

There was no need to glance back or admire his work. He couldn't say there was much that was admirable about that pair anymore. Instead, he turned himself back towards the barn and started the long, cozy trot back as the sky slowly darkened and the chill set in. Even as the heat fell, he was still perspiring all the more on his way down. He was going to need a nice scrubbing and brushing all over again. Maybe the next one would be almost as pretty. And maybe, if they were especially lucky, he wouldn't end up shitting them out in some anonymous mound on the side of some dusty old trail with the dried remnants of Valorie and Autumn alike.