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Dave's Equine Encounter

For the entire drive I was focused on rather monotonous things, such as a report I had due next week, a few chores that needed to be done, or my father's coming birthday. None of that was by accident of course as I had to will myself to concentrate on such tedious qualms to keep my mind occupied so I don't stray to thoughts of the event at hand. As we approached the half hour mark, it was becoming harder and harder not to think about what I was about to do.

I sat in the passenger seat, my fluffy tail stuffed to the side between me and the door to my friend's Honda Civic. Henry, a tall, muscular arctic wolf, drove rather casually down the unfamiliar road, the trees getting denser as we entered into the thick of the forest. I'd never been to this ranch before and I'd never even heard of it before a few days ago. Henry found it and informed me of its location and the services they provide. Took me a bit by surprise to find out that he was into the same thing I was, but from what I've read online it wasn't as rare as I once believed. Still, to find a good friend of mine showing the same sense of perversion as myself was a welcome relief. To find out that there was a ranch so close to our home that participated in such perversion was even more so.

Henry slowed down a bit as we approached a left turn lane down a small, narrow road. As he made the turn, I spotted a mailbox and a sign standing off to the side indicating our destination: Low Meadow's Country Ranch. There was nothing special about the sign; it was just a big, green metal sheet with big white letters, but the name itself gave me goosebumps as my nerves began firing and I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering about madly. I gulped in nervous anticipation and took a few deep breaths, almost disbelieving that I was actually about to do this.

"You excited, Dave?" Maverick, a spunky little otter sitting behind me and a good friend of Henry's, asked me.

I turned to look at him. "Yeah," I responded sounding unsure of myself. "I mean... excited, hell yes! But I'm also nervous as hell. I've been picturing how this is gonna go in my head, but I mean... how am I supposed to know what it's really gonna be like?"

"Dude, we've told you before, it's like a drug. Once you have a go, you're not gonna wanna stop."

"Yeah, man," Henry spoke up. "After my first time, I couldn't think of anything else afterward. I just wanted to come back everyday and do it over and over again."

I nodded, listening intently to their words of encouragement, though it didn't calm my nerves. Henry had told me he's done it a few times now, but Maverick's told me he's done it at least a couple dozen times now. When he told me that, I felt like I was missing out and had to get in on that action. I was nervous then as well though, and it took some coaxing to actually get me to come out here today. And I have to admit that even then, as we drove through the trees, growing ever nearer to our destination, I was still a bit hesitant about attempting this, worrying about my own safety and questioning whether or not I'd actually be able to go through with this. But I was still glad I came and every time I thought I might want to back out, I reminded myself of what I was here to do and those feelings dissipated.

"Just a couple more minutes," Henry stated, excited for me.

He wore a plaid button-up shirt and a pair of khaki pants while Maverick wore a grayish brown collared shirt and jeans. I was the most casually-dressed person in the car, wearing a pair of sweat-shorts and a black t-shirt with a picture of a feral fox in mid air as he was pouncing a river crocodile. As Henry announced, it was only a few more minutes before a large, three-storied house came into view. It was a contemporary ranch house painted to give the illusion of being on old-fashioned log cabin style home. We cleared the trees and wound up in a large parking area with a single white Chevy Traverse parked off to the right. Henry pulled along side it, parking his car and shutting it off.

"We're here. You ready for the experience of a lifetime?" Henry asked while opening the door.

I let out a huge exhale as I contemplated whether or not I was actually ready, but at this point it didn't matter. "We'll see. Either way, I can't back out now."

"Oh yeah, that's the spirit," Maverick commented sarcastically as he opened the door to get out.

I followed suit and opened my door to step out into the fresh forest air. "Hey, I'm excited, alright. I'm just... kinda nervous about this."

Henry responded. "Dude, there's nothing to be nervous about. You're gonna love it. I promise." The wolf then shut the door and locked the car.

"I believe you. I can't help it. I don't know what to expect."

"It's real simple. Just let the horse do all the work," Maverick added.

Henry led the way to the front door, with Maverick behind him and me following Maverick. I sniffed the air and caught nothing but trees and other foliage. I figured I'd be able to detect a macro horse that was being housed in the vicinity, especially considering that a macro's scent is excessively strong, or so I've heard, but I detected nothing. A soft breeze blew in then and it was at that moment that I caught it, subtle and hard to specify the species, but it was definitely an ungulate. We approached the door, but before Henry had the chance to ring the bell, it opened inward to reveal the owner of the ranch, a tall, pudgy polar bear dressed in a white polo shirt and polo shorts.

"Ah, Henry," he called to the wolf with a smile on his face. "You're early."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Henry stepped forward and shook the polar bear's paw. He stood about a half a foot taller than Henry.

"No, no, that's OK. It's actually better this way. You don't wanna risk showing up late and missing that window of opportunity."

That was something else Henry had mentioned, but I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about. He'd mentioned that we had to arrive at a specific time frame, and a rather narrow one at that, in order to gain access to the horse. He said it had something to do with it being an optimal time for the horse, whatever that meant. He didn't go into details and I didn't ask.

"And... uh... Maverick, right?" he asked as Henry stepped aside and the otter stepped forward.

"You remembered this time," he said smiling and shaking the bear's paw. He was almost a foot shorter than the bear.

He then turned to me, grinning. "And you must be the new guy."

He extended his paw to me and I took it. "Dave," I told him. He was a good nine inches taller than me and I'm already six feet tall, which is actually taller than the average fox.

"Dave, right. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Paul. Come on in. We'll get started right away. I'm sure you're anxious to get out there and meet Milo." He held the door open and we all walked inside, me first, then Maverick, and Henry following last. I felt jittery, standing there, every second bringing me closer to the final act. Paul shut the door and walked past me, leading me through the foyer and into the back living room. "Follow me, if you please."

As we entered the living space, I noticed a large sliding door that was looking at into the back yard, which opened up in a small patch of grass surrounded by trees. Passed that, the ground curved downward and the trees disappeared. I couldn't see passed the decline and I didn't see the horse, so I assumed that the ranch sat atop a hill and the horse was somewhere at the bottom. I'd find out in a minute, but first we needed to take care of a few things.

"Alright, so this is your first time, right? You've never done this kind of thing before?" the bear asked as he moved behind a counter.

"Uh, yeah. This is my first time." My heart was pumping faster now.

"Alright, well I'm sure Henry told you that there are peak hours that Milo can do this."

"Yes, he did. Um, is Milo the horse's name?"

"Yep. Well, you've come at the head of that peak, so you've got plenty of time. Now, a couple of things to go over before you strip and head on back there."

"Uh, Henry actually went over a whole bunch of rules with me before we came out."

"Well, I need to go over them with you in order to make sure you know what you're doing. First, when you see him, don't talk to him. He's just getting to know you and he'll know why you're here. If you try to get too friendly with him, it'll just make him apprehensive towards you. Give him a little time to get used to you. He's just started getting used to Henry. Maverick he knows quite well." The two grinned widely at me.

"So don't say anything. Let me talk to him. Another thing is when you're inside him, he likes it when you move around a lot. You don't have to flail around like an idiot, but, like, moving your arms and legs and hips around, massaging his walls, or even humping them gets him real happy. The happier you make him the more he likes it when you come visit. Now, you can either enter face first or feet first. Neither one makes a difference to Milo, so it's completely up to you how you want to enter him."

He looked back at me as if waiting for an answer. "Um..."

"Go face first," Maverick blurted out. "It's the best way to get the most of the experience."

"What? No," Henry countered. "Go feet first. It's your first time and it's gonna overwhelm your senses, especially with your sense of smell. You wanna ease in to it first, trust me."

"Henry, he knows why he's here. He knows what it's gonna be like. It's not gonna make that much of a difference."

As my friends argued among themselves, I considered the two options and both were viable for me. I'd imagined both positions in my fantasies and even though I felt Henry's advice was good, I wanted, as he himself said, 'the experience of a lifetime'. "Face first." The two stopped arguing as I gave my answer. Maverick smiled at my response and Henry shrugged.

"Very good," Paul stated. "Now, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes. How long does it usually take before... um..."

Paul didn't need me to finish asking. "Well, that varies, not just from person to person, but day to day as well. The shortest I've ever known him to keep someone is roughly fifteen minutes. On average, however, he usually keeps the person inside him a good half hour to forty-five minutes. That's what you have to expect. That's not to say it couldn't be longer. It's known to happen. He once kept someone inside of him for over two hours before releasing him."

My eyes widened at the mention of that. "Whoa! Was he OK?"

"Oh he was fine, just a bit worried that he might not be coming out. Sometimes, Milo just really enjoys having people inside of him. But it's extremely rare and he usually gets enough after thirty to forty minutes. Any other questions?"

I thought for a moment and then shook my head. "Nope."

"Good. Then if we're all set, I just need the payment. That's $50. And Henry told you I only take cash, right?" I nodded. "Good."

I reached into my wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten and handed them over to Paul. He opened up a small cash box and placed the money inside, locking it up and placing it under the counter afterward. "Alright. Go ahead and strip and I'll take you to meet Milo."

I paused a moment, the request making me blush a little. "Um, right here?"

"Yeah," Paul responded.

As I stood there looking unsure of myself, Maverick began to mock me. "Aw, is the fox shy?"

Paul spoke up again. "Dave, you're about to get shoved up a horse's ass. If you're too shy to strip in front of a few other people, then maybe this isn't for you."

"No, I'm OK," I responded anxiously. "It's just... this is all so new to me and I'm a little nervous about the whole thing."

"Well, you need to strip, 'cause I'm not taking you to see Milo fully dressed."

"I know. I'm just not used to being naked in such a public area."

"Dave, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Henry said. "We've all done it and, like Paul said, it's nothing compared to what you're about to do."

Maverick added, "And if you think three's a crowd, you should try it when there's a hundred people here to watch you. Now that's an experience of a lifetime."

Maverick was so spunky the way he talked about this and I was feeling like a prude. I didn't need anymore coaxing, I merely exhaled and began undressing. "There you go," Paul stated. I started by removing my shirt, revealing a black tank top underneath. I then removed that and my shorts, revealing my red brief underwear. I admit, I was hesitant to remove them as I'd just met Paul and neither Henry nor Maverick had ever actually seen me naked, but it had to be done. I went ahead and slid them off, tossing them into the pile of all my other clothes, leaving me naked and exposed.

"Yeah! Sexy fox!" Henry called out as Maverick whistled at me. I furrowed my brow in mock annoyance at them both.

Paul gave a light chortle. "Alright boys, follow me."

He opened the sliding door and stepped out and to the right. Anxiously, I followed him out, the open breeze hitting my naked fur, running up my sheath and exposed testicles and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Despite my reservations, it felt rather good to be free like this. At the clearing of open fields from trees, I could clearly detect the scent of horse on the breeze and while it wasn't very strong, it was easily discernible. Henry and Maverick followed suit, exiting the house and shutting the door behind them. Being the only one naked here and having Maverick and Henry ogle me with their eyes made me feel a little self-conscious, but at the same time it was getting me excited.

"Can you come over here?" the polar bear asked beckoning me over to where he was standing.

I obliged, stepping over. I noticed he had a small spray bottle in his large paw. "What's that for?"

"Here, step back a little," he said, ignoring my question. I did as instructed and took a few steps back. "You guys too. I don't wanna get any of this on you," he said to Maverick and Henry, who stepped away from me.

"Close your eyes," he instructed me and I did so. He then pointed the nozzle at me and began spraying me with some warm, humid musky scent. It smelled like damp sweat and groin stink.

I coughed a little as I breathed it in, the scent making me a little horny. "What is that?"

"This is horse pheromones. One whiff of this and Milo will be eager to raise his tail for you to climb inside him." The smell was all over me and I could barely detect the smell of horse anymore.

"You smell great, foxy!" Maverick called out to me. I gave him my own stink look as Paul chortled again.

"Alright, guys. I also have this." He held up a small face harness with something attached to the front.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a headlight, in case you want to see while you're inside him. The light won't come on until you're actually exposed to the dark. Some people like it dark and mysterious, but some people like the visual experience, along with everything else."

He smiled brightly and I nodded with interest. "I think I'd like that."

The bear commenced strapping the harness on my face, one strap wrapping straight down the back of my head and meeting with straps that came across either one of my cheeks and resting just under my ears. The light was situated in the center of my forehead just above my eyes. "Well, Dave, you ready?"

"Well, if I'm not then I just got sprayed with thick musk for nothing."

He chuckled again. "OK, then. Follow me."

Paul veered around me and began walking away from the house towards the open clearing. I saw now that the trees curved inward, forming a wall and then dissipating at the edge of the clearing. It was indeed at the edge of a hill and as I came over, I saw it went downward a good fifty feet into a large, open field and there in the middle, lying on his back, was a large, 36 foot tall anthropomorphic macro horse. I stopped a moment as I first set my gaze upon him, mesmerized by his gorgeous body. A Breton stallion with a glistening coat of golden-brown fur and a black, flowing main splayed out under his thick, full neck. He seemed to be sleeping, or at the very least resting, as both his eyes were closed, his head resting to one side. His left arm was lying lazily on the grass and his right arm was propped up on his stomach, which was steadily and slowly lifting up and down with each enormous breath.

As we came over the hill and into the open valley, the scent of macro horse hit my nostrils stronger now and I could detect his scent over the musk that I was just sprayed with. It was thick, alluring, and the overall olfactory experience was causing my sheath the bulge out as blood filled my cock. He shuffled a little, his legs splayed out straight, his meaty thighs thicker than tree trunks and pressing up against each other. My gaze shifted to his crotch, enormous testicles resting between his thighs so large that I feel I could rest comfortably inside his scrotum. Above that was his large, warm, inviting sheath that contained within it a piece of equipment that would no doubt amaze me. It was too much to take and my sheath couldn't contain the bulge as my cock poked out of it's home and said hi to the world. I was embarrassed at first, but those feelings quickly changed to exhilaration. I also noticed off to the side a pair of steps leading up to nothing. I could only guess what those were gonna be used for.

I smiled and stared a moment longer before Paul called out to me. "Come on, let's go."

I came to my senses and followed him down. We reached the base of the hill and continued forward, though Henry and Maverick stood back, letting me approach the sexy behemoth with Paul alone. As I got closer, the scent got stronger and was overpowering the pheromones that covered my fur. Paul stopped about ten feet short of Milo's hooves and I stepped right next to him. My heart was racing in my chest and I was getting a bit jumpy. Seeing the massive creature in person before me like this was much different than what I'd experienced from pictures and videos. I was so nervous I could almost jump out of my skin.

"Remember, don't say a word to him. Just let him do what he does."

"Got it."

About a half a minute went by before I heard the sound of sniffing, loud and resounding, indicative of a macro. The horse moved his arm off his stomach and propped himself up onto his elbows as he took a few more sniffs with his head held high. He looked down and stared at me and Paul and my stomach nearly hopped up into my throat. And then... he smiled.

"Paul!" he said excitedly, his loud, booming voice shaking the ground. "I smell something good!"

He shifted himself around, getting up on his paws and knees and faced Paul, his muzzle mere feet away from the bear and myself. His body shook the ground and I shuffled around a little, but kept my position as did Paul.

"Hello, Milo. We have a visitor." He gestured to me and Milo shifted his focus.

"Mm?"

The horse crawled forward a little so that his muzzle was not feet, but inches away from me. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack, it was so nerve-racking and so breathtaking at the same time. My cock grew even more, stiffening up to full mast by the time I was face to face with the macro. Milo began sniffing at me, whiffing up the scent of pheromones all over me. I did as Paul instructed, never moving, never saying anything, and just letting the horse do what he wanted. He pointed a single nostril at me and I got a good clear look inside his nasal cavity and it... wasn't pretty. After getting a few good whiffs of the stimulating scent, Milo neighed excitedly and as he did he almost blew me back. I got my own whiff of horse breath and those people weren't kidding: macro scent is very potent, if not pungent.

"Ah, another playmate!" he cried out, making me topple as he crawled away towards the makeshift stairs. He turned around, staying on his paws and knees, and positioned himself so that his butt rested at the top of the steps. My guess was right for what those stairs were gonna be used for.

Paul then motioned toward the steps as he stared at me and gave me a wide, brimming smile. "Have fun."

I nodded and quickly jogged over to the steps. As I reached them, I looked up at what I was about to be engaged in. The horse had lifted his tail and exposed his anus to me, anxious in anticipation for my insertion. I began to climb the steps, not too quickly but not too slowly. I wanted to take my time enjoying the view, but I didn't want to keep the stallion waiting.

"Dave!" Paul called to me and I turned to look at him. "Press your face up against his tailhole, don't stick your paws in first. You can use your paws to steady yourself, but once your shoulders are inside, keep your paws to your side. Once you're about halfway in, he'll do the rest. Enjoy!"

I nodded and finished climbing the steps till I was literally at the backside of a macro horse. The stench of his ass musk was so strong, I couldn't detect the pheromones on me anymore, and I wasn't even inside him yet. I knew to expect this, but it was still rather hard to breathe in. I couldn't really take my time getting used to it, so I bore it, which I wouldn't have to do for long. His puckered donut was about the size of my head and I'm assuming he's had people larger than me climb up inside of him, so I figured he wouldn't have any trouble taking me. He flexed his butthole a few times, beckoning me towards it and I shuddered with lust. He shifted his hips a few times, letting out a neigh here and there to let me know he was anxious to have me inside of him. I didn't want to keep him waiting, nor did I want to wait any longer to feel myself wrapped up by his warm, dank intestines.

I placed my paws on his ass and slowly leaned forward, having to bend over to get my face lined up with his pucker. I sniffed away at the tight ring and the smell was just absolutely pungent, but it was also erotically stimulating. I pressed my muzzle up against his fleshy hole and pushed my face forward, gently shoving my head inside his anus. The sphincter muscles gripped my face, harshly resisting my attempt to move inwards, but I overcame it until my entire head was inside him. I took one whiff of his insides and almost blacked out. I thought the outside smelled strong, but the inside, no contest, was definitely stronger. But I wasn't about to start complaining internally as I'd be lying, and quite frankly completely ignorant, if I didn't expect this. Instead I gladly breathed it in through my nose, letting the potent stench take hold of my lust and as I accepted the musky odor, I felt my body convulse with ecstasy.

I continued my anal excavation by pressing my shoulders forward against his outer sphincter, but there was a bit more resistance. I tried rotating my shoulders up and down and after a moment the tight lips parted and I was now shoulder deep inside his rectum. I did as Paul suggested and let my paws fall to my waste and continued to push forward, letting my chest and stomach move past the donut walls, burying myself only deeper. Though my nerves were still high, it was such an exciting experience that I felt no hesitation about what I was doing.

And just as the bear had mentioned, once his large, tight butthole was enraptured around my waste, I felt a tug and a pull and I found myself being dragged deeper inside his bowels. Before long, my hips were being squeezed by his anus, my cock pressed up against the wrinkly skin and it was all the more invigorating. As he pulled me in deeper, my legs slid through his ring leaving only my feet exposed, but with one last tug he dragged my hind paws past his back entrance and shut the door. I was now stuck inside a macro horse's ass, like a living anal probe, helpless and at the mercy of the giant equine who will use me for his own pleasure. And I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

The light on my forehead had illuminated shortly after I entered Milo and I could see fairly well the ridges, bumps, and crevices that made up his inner intestines. The organs wrapped around me like a tight sleeping bag. It was warm and moist and the smell had only gotten more putrid with every breath I took and with no fresh air coming in, I was exposed only to sulfuric compounds. But it was so erotic to me that I couldn't help but bask in the stench and before long I was filled with lustful abandon that it didn't bother me at all.

I tried moving around a bit and found it wasn't too hard, but I was fairly limited. I tried bringing my paws up under me to see if I could reposition them and I found I could, but thought it best if I kept myself as I was and brought my paws back to my side. I felt Milo move around now, probably having stood up and begun walking around, though I couldn't really tell. I was having a hard time telling up from down and which way gravity was pulling me. I thought I could hear him neighing, but inside his ass all I could really make out was a loud moaning sound.

Paul told me that if I want to be happy, I need to make Milo happy and to do that I needed to move around a lot. I started by shuffling my whole body, wiggling like a worm in a hole in the ground. I started out kind of slow, but then picked up the pace a little and I couldn't be sure, but it seemed to have an effect on Milo. His rectum started undulating and I could feel some motion outside, like rolling around in the grass or something. I then recalled something Paul told me that kind of slipped my mind at first, but now seemed completely logical. My cock was pressed up into a crevice and the slick surface was enhancing the stimulating sensation in my glans. Giving the relatively loose and elastic nature of his intestines, I had a good degree of movement and decided to go hard with my next action.

I began humping his intestinal walls with long, hard thrusts, up and down, up and down, jamming my cock hard against the slick, fleshy surface. The sensation in my penis along with the pheromone-rich musk invading my olfactory nerves caused an overwhelming sensation in my crotch that shot waves of pleasure through my body. I opened my muzzle wide and moaned loudly into the dark, damp chasm and as I did I sucked in the air of his bowels into my muzzle and I could taste his internal organ. All it did was further augment my already towering erotic ecstasy. I continued thrusting into his rectum as I pressed my muzzle up against the fleshy walls and began licking at them, moaning uncontrollably all the while.

I continued like this, building up my orgasm, lost in amorous bliss when suddenly I felt his intestines tighten around me, squeezing me hard to the point that I couldn't move. I stopped humping and became worried that something might be wrong, but then they loosened up again. After another second they tightened up again and then loosened. It happened again and I figured that he must be flexing his sphincter, puckering and unpuckering while getting off to my thrusts. I relaxed and began humping again, not wanting to disappoint him. I continued for a while, still getting squeezed several times by his rectum, but by then I was euphorically enthralled.

And then his rectum squeezed around me and it didn't loosen up. I could barely move and I was kept like that for a short moment. I figured he must've gotten off, but I was so close myself that I wasn't gonna let lack of movement stop me. I continued to thrust with what little motion I had and that proved to facilitate my peak rather than hinder it. His tightened bowels caused my muzzle to clamp shut and forced me to breathe in his musky odor through my nose, driving me wild with lust and my body became overwhelmed with stimulants that I lost control.

My peak came and I moaned through clamped jaws as my body convulsed and I unleashed a torrent of fox spunk all over Milo's intestinal walls. My eyes rolled back into their sockets as wave after wave of hot, sticky jizz coated the fleshy surface. I don't remember ever experiencing an orgasm this wild, but it must've lasted a good minute before it subsided and even then the high I felt afterwards could not be described in words. His rectum eventually loosed around me and I could move a bit more and even though I'd just experienced the greatest climax of my life and I was kind of tired, I knew I wasn't finished.

It was too soon to leave and I was free to move around a bit more, so I continued to wiggle around again. I was still a bit sensitive in the groin area, but I knew it would pass in time and the smell of the organismal cave was making me horny all over again. My cock was still hard as a rock and I was sure I'd want to cum at least once more before I leave. I just needed a moment to rest before I commenced to humping the macro's intestines again.

Fortunately, that moment didn't last very long as my bodily motions were causing more undulations from his rectal walls and as his bowels moved, my cock, which was still stuck in the same crevice, was sending jolts of pleasure through my crotch. I whimpered lustily and began thrusting into his flesh once more. It wasn't long after I started that his bowels closed in around me again, flexing and loosening until finally squeezing me tight and holding me for a minute or longer. After it finished, I re-initiated my wild sexual thrusts, moaning loudly, feeling my climax approach quickly given the physical and olfactory stimulation. I continued to lick away at his dirty rectal flesh, moan exuberantly and impatient for my second orgasm.

I think a good half hour went by since I entered his anus, so I was hoping I'd get the chance to cum once more before he expelled me. It only took a couple more minutes before I cried out in bliss and exploded my climactic juices all over his intestines. My high lasted a few minutes and at that moment I was ready to leave. And by 'ready', I mean I expected it. In truth, I was hoping to remain a while longer as this was the most exhilarating thing I'd ever experienced and I could've stayed in there several hours longer. But whatever happened, I definitely held zero regrets about coming.

The fact that I was ready to get out did not stop me from trying to please Milo. I moved around a bit, causing him to clench up again and squeeze me like a tortilla-wrapped fox. My sensitive cock wasn't really into that yet, but I was enjoying the warmth and the closeness every time it happened. Once he loosened his bowels, he still hadn't tried to squeeze me out. I think about 45 minutes or so had gone by since I entered him and he was content to leave me inside his ass for now. I didn't want to start humping him again just to have him expel me from his innards before I got the chance to climax, but at the same time my dick was eager for more anal lovings.

So I started up again, humping his bowels wildly, making his intestines undulate again and again. I smelled his musk, I tasted his flesh, and I cried in moans of passion and pleasure. It took a while, but he eventually squeezed around me again just as I was reaching my climax. I was excited because it was in that position, immobile with my muzzle clamped shut, that the sensual experience was at it most heightened. I came again, lasting quite a while before my third orgasm ended, and basking in the afterglow.

The fact that I lasted as long as I did meant that Milo must really be enjoying me. It had been over an hour since I first climbed inside him, or at least that's the way it seemed to me. And yet, he still wasn't pushing me out. I wasn't worried because Paul said it could last a while and, like I said before, I could've stayed in here for several more hours and I meant it. I continued to wiggle and his intestines continued to undulate and I just savored every sensation of every second of every moment. I figured if I were in here a little while longer, I might try going for round number four.

But then, I suddenly felt his intestines grip me and start pulling me. I then felt my hind paws being squeezed a little harder than my body. A second later and I felt the cold, open air hitting my feet and I realized it was time. He was expelling me from his butt like toothpaste from a tube. He pushed out my legs, my hips, my paws, my stomach, and my chest. When he got to my shoulders, I moved a little slower as it was the widest point, but once he got past those my head just slid out with ease. I fell a foot or so before my feet touched the ground, but not knowing what to expect I fell backward, leaving me staring up at his amazing backside. He flashed me his anus, which he flexed a few times before lowering his tail and trying to hide it from me.

"You were good! Thank you!" he said in his booming voice before wandering off towards the forest.

I was about to say something, but then remembered that Paul told me not to talk to him. Of course, that was before I climbed inside his ass, but I didn't want to take the chance. Instead, I stood up, shaking a little from fatigue and from the external air. After being inside another animal, being embraced by his bodily warmth, the outside air seemed a lot colder and I shivered a little. My body was slick with Milo's anal juices, though my crotch was stained with my own fox essence. The smell of the grass and the woods was beginning to sift through the smell of macro horse ass and I breathed it in, enjoying the freshness of the air.

I also caught the scent of something else and as I surveyed the area, I saw large patches of a wet, sticky substance and I realized it was Milo's semen. The horse had indeed cum several times while I was in him and he made an absolute mess of the place. After a moment, as the smell dissipated and as I watched that beautiful stallion walk away from me, I started to feel empty and lonely. I began to miss to closeness, the feeling like were a part of each other, one and the same. And as he disappeared into the trees, I realized our moment was gone.

I sighed with discontent as I heard the voice of an otter behind me. "Hey, fox!"

I turned and saw all three men standing at the base of the hill beckoning me over. I jogged over and stopped short of Paul. Once I approached, both Maverick and Henry put their paws over their muzzles in disgust.

"Oh my God! You stink!" said Henry, laughing at me with ridicule and Maverick doing the same.

I took it in jest and responded with facetiousness. "Har, har! I'll bet you guys smelled like a bed of roses every time you were expelled from that horse's ass." They just giggled like frat boys. I turned to Paul as we all made our way back to the house.

"Where's he going," I asked.

"He's probably thirsty," he responded. "There's a lake nearby that he goes to drink from. So did you enjoy yourself?"

"Hands down the best time of my life. I'm... actually kinda sad it's over."

"Well, if you want, just call in sometime and we'll set up another appointment. Milo loves visitors and he loves taking multiple people a day."

"When you say 'multiple people a day', do you mean at once?"

"Oh no. I've never let more than one person climb inside him at once. If you go in too deep, it can be a little bit harder to get you out."

"I see." We were almost to the ranch. "So how long was I in there?"

The bear checked his watch. "About 28 minutes."

"Really? It felt more like over an hour."

"Yeah, it always seems longer on the inside. It's like a sensory deprivation chamber in there."

Paul added, "Yeah, I remember hearing about this one case, over in California, where they've got these macro elephants and this one guy was taken up an elephant's ass and he was in there for five hours. When he came out, he asked, 'What day is it?'"

We all chuckled at that. "Did he ever go back?" I asked.

"I assume so. It's the only time I've ever heard of someone being stuck inside a macro's ass for so long... accidentally, of course."

We reached the house and Paul stopped me right outside. "Over here," he said, pointing me towards a little shack off to the right. "There's a shower in here with a special shampoo I give to customers to get out all the muck in their fur. Take your time. I'll have a towel and your clothes ready for you afterward."

"Thank you. I was actually starting to wonder if I was gonna be making the trip home like this."

"Aint no fuckin' way you're gettin' in my car smellin' like that," Henry added.

"Alright. You shower and we'll be waiting for you," Paul said as he led the other two inside.

I took the headlight off and went ahead and showered, spending quite a bit of time rinsing out my fur of the remnants of Milo's intestines. I then found a small bottle of unmarked shampoo and used a generous helping to soak into my fur to try and clean it out. While I worked the suds through my hair, I thought endlessly about my experience, basking in the warmth, the scent, the taste, and the close, tight feeling of being wrapped up by his fleshy innards. I was sad to leave so soon, but I knew this wouldn't be my last time. I felt connected with him in a way I've never felt with any of my previous lovers and I wanted that connection again. I had to come back and it wasn't gonna be long either.

After a twenty minute shower, I went back inside, dried off, got dressed, and said my goodbyes to Paul. I told him I'd be back soon and he welcomed it. The entire drive home I thought of nothing else but my next encounter with that macro horse.

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