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When the summer sun was glaring, the grill was hot, and cheap wine flowed freely, neighbourly shenanigans were all but guaranteed. Such was the reputation of these backyard gatherings. Whether that meant that someone's mom was going to say something particularly embarrassing, or someone's dad was going to set himself on fire again, or something more dramatic than that remained to be seen. It seemed like the whole neighbourhood was there. All the local couples with college-aged offspring brought them along, or dragged them if necessary. It was important to meet one's neighbours, they insisted, but the truth was they were just in it for the food. Whatever the culinary preferences of the guests - be they carnivorous, herbivorous, or a little of both - there was something for everyone. Though that paled in comparison to the sheer amount of alcohol available to the discerning or non-discerning drinkers alike. Having a beer in his hand was one of the only things that kept Nathan from being bored to death.

He was supposed to be enjoying one of his few days off that wasn't occupied by his soul-draining summer job. The young horse had just finished with his first year of college and still hadn't fully shaken off the burnout of exam season. Having his parents drag him off on yet another of these time-wasters really wasn't helping. The red-haired horse sighed as he swept his gaze along the crowd, looking for someone who might have been fun to talk to, at least. There were a few other people around his age but he knew them to be total drags, or meatheads, or whatever else. Maybe he just wasn't good at making friends, but, like, whatever. His state of discontent was obvious enough by his slumping body language that eventually his parents returned to where he was sulking to give him a little nudge towards being social.

"Hey grumpy," teased his mom, Erin. "Why don't you go say hi to Gloria for a while? It looks like she could use a hand - or two of them, that is!"

She laughed like a donkey at her own joke, braying out with her cheeks all flushed red. Nathan's dad was a little less enthusiastic. Blair adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat hurriedly.

"Oh, to - well, I suppose if you're careful then she would certainly appreciate the assistance and all ..."

Even after a few drinks the older stallion was as stuffy as ever. Nathan turned away from them to figure out who they meant, but there was only a single possibility that made any sense. He'd never spoken to that great big cow before, but he'd certainly seen her around. She was quite the sight even at such a crowded party, with her bovine mass taking up a considerable amount of room in the back yard. She was taller than him, and that was with her standing on all fours. Wider too. Really, he wasn't sure why he hadn't been staring before, as rude as it might have been. Just how exactly did she manage to get around in day-to-day life, go through doors, feed herself? Gloria stood near the vegetarian table with a slightly sad look in her lovely brown eyes, or maybe that was more like mischief. Lacking the hands to dish herself up a proper bowl of greens, she might have been considering how much of a scene she'd make if she just went in face-first like she was used to doing. It all made Nathan feel at least a little motivated to do what his parents told him.

"Help her out? Like ... feed her, or something?" he murmured, barely audible.

"Yes, something like that. I'm sure she would appreciate it," his dad said.

Well, it wasn't like he was doing anything. And he was kind of curious to talk to someone like her. It wasn't every day he got to chat to someone quite so impressive as her, and he wondered if she'd mind a few questions. For one - and he'd certainly not say it out loud - he couldn't help but wonder just how she managed to get so big in the first place. How many salads did she eat in a day? A whole forest?

"Uh, alright, I guess."

That was the best they were going to get from him before he went awkwardly strolling over to the great big cow. He wasn't sure how to strike up a conversation. At first, he just pretended to be considering the vegetarian options laid out before him. He had to be impressed at how extensive the spread was for a party hosted by a bunch of dragons. It wasn't just the usual bowl of lettuce that some carnivores seemed to think was adequate, but an extensive collection of dishes both cooked and raw for various tastes. After considering for a short time, he felt her gaze upon him. Slowly turning, he found himself gazing into the depth of her eyes, and for his surprised expression he got a gentle smile in return. It gave him pause. Before he approached, he just thought of her as a cow, like any other, but he quickly fell under her docile charms. Those twinkling eyes ... and her cute braids, too. How did she manage to get those tied up anyway? She seemed sweet enough to smooch, and he forgot what he was even doing for a good while as he struggled to think of a proper introduction. She started for him.

"Oh, hello there."

For some reason hearing her speak in an ordinary, womanly voice threw him right off. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. Maybe that she'd be different somehow. He shrugged it off and babbled out a hello of his own.

"Oh, hey there, uh, I'm Nathan. I was just thinking ... or they were telling me, or like, uh. Did you want some help?"

Gloria gave a gentle chuckle. "Help? Well, in truth, I was thinking about how I was going to navigate this platter without any hands. Didn't want to make too much of a mess, but I am a hungry cow."

"Cool, um. Let me see what I can do, I guess."

"I'll gladly accept. Dish me up something from the big red bowl, would you?"

It looked like someone had thrown their whole garden in there. He wasn't even sure what every vegetable might have been. Purple? What was the purple thing? Either way, he grabbed the tongs and made good use of them until he'd managed a sizable helping of the garden salad. Turning back to Gloria, he gave an uncertain smile.

"There. So, um. Do I just hold it up while you do your thing, or ...?"

"If you'd be so kind as to feed me, that would be pleasant. It's been a while since I had a handsome young boy do that."

Oh, there was the blush. Sure, plenty of those other moms around called him handsome, but from them, it was always one of those standard compliments. They told every young man that. When Gloria said it, he somehow just felt like she meant it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Whatever the case, it made him a lot more agreeable to the prospect of putting his hands in her mouth. Though he still glanced around. Were people looking? Not really. It wasn't like he was doing anything particularly unusual, but the intimacy of her proposition wasn't lost on him. He just went ahead and nodded.

"Sure, yeah. Here we go, open up."

It felt a little crude just grabbing a fistful of food to shove forth as an offering, but it worked well enough. She opened up wide and showed him that single row of flat teeth before she enveloped him to the wrist. Oh, it was warmer than he expected in there. Wetter, too. Of course he knew there would be saliva, but he found himself suppressing a gasp when his fingers schlurped into the soaking confines of her jaws. Her lips were capable of a very firm suck, and she gave both of his hands a quick little tease before she swiped the food from his grasp with a deft application of her broad tongue. She held him just a little longer than was properly necessary before letting him go and proceeding to briefly chew. It didn't take her long before she wanted more. He looked at his hands, at his pale buttermilk skin glistening under the sun as cow drool dripped from his digits. It felt kind of good. He wasn't sure why exactly, and he certainly didn't have an explanation for the slight stirring going on in his pants. Gloria stood with a patient, if expectant look on her face while he did his best to stand so that his bulge wouldn't be immediately obvious. A horse like him knew well how to hide a slight boner by then, but if he got all the way turned on then everyone at the party would have ended up knowing. He just had to focus on the task before him.

His second delve into the slippery confines of her mouth with crunchy greens in hand ended up cut short when somebody called out towards him. The voice was so slurred that it was hard to make out what they were saying, but he was pretty sure he caught it.

"Looks like someone is enjoying the cow. Hope you don't end up feeding the grass, Nathan!"

As for what the hell that meant, he had no idea. It sounded like they intended it to be mocking, but they were probably just drunk. Time to keep going. This time, she wasn't quite so gentle about letting him go right away once his hands were snugly inside her warm maw. Instead, she sucked a while, and even nibbled her way up along his arms a little until she was almost to his elbows. Her teeth were gentle and harmless as she kneaded him, though the rather noisy schlucks the efforts produced got him even more flustered. Ah, fuck, he could feel himself unsheathing. That was going to be so obvious for anyone who was looking, and he was pretty sure people were. He couldn't help it. Her lips were so soft, her mouth so hot and squishy, and he could feel her tongue slopping all over his bare skin to steal away the slight layer of sweat. Whether she liked the taste, or she was just teasing him, he didn't know, but he couldn't help but give a little groan when she finally slipped free of his limbs and left them thoroughly coated in her hot saliva once more.

To make it worse, she made a show of licking her lips once she was done with that bite. Or he was pretty sure she was showing off anyway. Either way, he followed the trail of her heavy tongue along her lips carefully, to the point he wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings anymore. A clumsy wave of his hand knocked over a nearby bottle of vinaigrette, and of course it got right on his good shirt along with his neck and chest, dressing him like a salad. He looked down at the mess with a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but Gloria never laughed at him. Instead, she spoke in a soft, comforting tone that assured him everything was perfectly alright.

"Oops. These things happen. Feel free to take that off, if you like."

He immediately felt himself go a little rigid at the casual offer, but he still stammered his way through it.

"Like ... right off? Right in front of everyone? I don't think you're really supposed to do that at a party like this one ..."

"Oh, you'd be surprised what's considered acceptable at these sorts of things. Don't worry so much. You'd probably be a lot more comfortable without it in this heat, anyway."

Though her tone never sharpened and she never gave him a command, there was something so persuasive about the way she spoke. He looked at her, then down at himself. Well, even if he managed to wipe it all off his shirt, it was still going to look all stained anyway until it got a proper wash. Maybe she was right. Though he didn't relish showing off his lean, even somewhat skinny body to everyone in attendance. He still looked so young, hadn't filled out with muscle yet. At his age, it probably meant he was going to be that size forever. But - fuck it, he thought. The conclusion was loud and decisive in his head, but his actions remained slow and uncertain anyway. He stripped that shirt right up over his head and fixed his hair as best he could, leaving him standing there topless before the friendly giant of a cow. She nodded briefly and then leaned in closer with two short steps.

"Now let me help you with that."

He didn't get much say in the matter before she swiped her sturdy slurper across his bare skin. Her tongue felt even wetter than before as it dragged along his slim chest, all the way up to the front of his throat. She left such a smear of spit in place of the former mess of dressing that he hardly felt any cleaner. He had no complaints. Just letting her lick him like that pushed the boner situation into critical. It wasn't just a matter of a blatant bulge. The more she worked him over, tasted him, teased him, basted him in hot cow drool, the harder he got, until he was at risk of breaking right out of his shorts. Without a shirt, there would be nothing he could do to hide it. He was just going to have to sprint right out of the party and calm down somewhere, at that rate. If he let her keep going, keep him throbbing like that, he was going to end up cumming in his pants. He couldn't take it. He snorted, tapped a hoof on the ground, half-closed his eyes. Everyone was looking now, he was certain, though he didn't actually glance around to confirm that. It was time for him to slink away, he was certain. Unless, maybe ... but he was pretty sure such a thing was off the table right up to the point she said it out loud as if reading his mind.

"You can feed me that too, if you like."

He opened his eyes and saw her casually nod down towards his tremendous bulge. In case that wasn't enough to indicate precisely what she meant, she went ahead and offered a small nuzzle to the outline of his cock while it pulsed there from all her attention. No hesitation. Just the offer. Was it always that easy? He was so used to these things being complicated, being a back and forth sort of thing, not for women to just outright ask him. The only question was whether he could actually say yes. His hesitance bubbled to the surface and left him mumbling nervously.

"But - right here? People are staring, they'd see ... " he began, then lowered his voice even further. "I don't need my mom and dad and sister seeing my dick like that ..."

"I'm sure they've seen it before. But that's beside the point." She tipped her head back up to be on eye level with him. "You want to have a little fun, don't you? Just look around. Everyone's drunk. Having a good time. Do you really think they'll mind if a handsome boy does what comes naturally to him?"

Nathan took a moment to take stock of precisely how many people would see him if he just said fuck it and whipped it out right there for the lusty cow. By his rough estimation, it was roughly everyone he'd ever met, so there was that. On the other hand, he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face, could get lost in her desirous gaze, could see her licking her lips ever so slowly in the way she knew he liked. Could anyone have possibly judged him if he went for it? Most of them probably wouldn't even remember, for how freely the alcohol was flowing. He was still trying to think of some more good ways to justify it all to himself when she spoke again.

"You know, not to boast, but all the young men like you I've sucked off tell me I give incredible head. Their words, not mine." She cast him a knowing look, and even a quick wink. "Would you like to know if they were right? Do you really want to be left wondering?"

"Ahhh ... hell with it, nobody's looking, not closely anyway ..." he quickly murmured as his cheeks blazed so hot he thought his head might burst into flames.

"Oh, I assure you they're looking. But that's the spirit," she softly said as she nosed in at his bulge as if just to make unzipping slightly trickier.

That meant she had immediate access to his bare cock once he let it into the open air. She gave him a little sniff to fill her nostrils with the pheromones of overeager youth, then she dipped down lower. A well-hung horse like him of course had a plump pair of lovely, smooth balls, and they were perfect for scooping up with her thick tongue. A few bounces let her feel their heft, and a few licks gave her the first sample of a flavour with which she was about to grow much more intimately familiar. She was much greedier than just a few slurps. Not long after she'd taken her first tastes and she opened up to completely claim his sack between her lips. She sucked his nuts until they were fully stuffed into her mouth, leaving him to stagger forth and desperately grasp at her horns to keep from utterly collapsing under the assault of absolute delight that came with having the big cow so skilfully suck his balls.

"Oh ... oh!" His cry was a mix of surprise and pleasure as she warmly schlupped on him, leaving his cock rigid above her head, dripping precum all the way down into her hair. "Ohhh, wow Gloria you're so ..."

She was so something but he didn't have a single one of the words. He was just trying to hold on for dear life. She looked up at him with her eyes full of friendly fondness while she worked him up to something far beyond hard. His cock pulsed with a deep, thumping rhythm that synced up nicely with his pounding heart. The sheer amount of precum he was putting out meant she had plenty to lick off his tip once she released her sucking clamp on his balls and instead slurped her way up the veins and rings of his solid horsecock. He wasn't even looking at the crowd anymore, but they were certainly looking at him. A few were muttering about his public indecency, some were loudly proclaiming he was going much too far with things, while others still were quietly flustered. Most importantly, nobody moved to interfere. It was just him and her, as far as he was concerned. and he wouldn't let himself be distracted, even when he heard someone shouting something at him. It sounded like encouragement anyway. Something about getting some, delivered by someone who was another drink or two from going under the table. She took a few more licks across his tip before she simply opened wide and took every single inch inside that he had on offer. It happened so suddenly it took several seconds to process what was happening.

"OH."

It sounded more like a startled revelation than an expression of pleasure, but his body spoke much better than his mouth. She worked on his entire dick at once for her first few sucks, slowly kneading the base of that tower with her soft lips while she licked up and down his every inch. There was plenty of cock to suck but she didn't hesitate for a second. Swallowing some of that meat was as simple for her as breathing. She gulped around his flared tip for extra stimulation, kneaded him with her soft mawflesh, all contributing to a warm, sloppy massage over his tender, rigid shaft. He gripped her horns so tightly he worried he might break them, but they remained sturdy while he wildly yanked just to keep himself standing. That was before she really started sucking. She worked slowly, firmly, applying plenty of pressure with her lips as she slipped up towards his blunt tip again, only to dive down and immerse him in the wet warmth of her mouth and throat all over again as he scrambled and shook against her. He found himself doubled over with his tail flagged while she worked him, chest heaving, skinny muscles clenching, his face all scrunched into a squint of utter strain. A few fuck-strokes right between her lips were something he couldn't help. Gloria didn't seem to mind. It didn't throw off her rhythm either, while she steadily worked with that firm, precise focus that was somehow still casual even in the middle of sucking him off. Eventually, he started drooling when his jaw went slack, tongue flopping out comically, his eyes briefly rolling back before he got a hold of himself well enough to babble for her.

"Ahhh, god, it's fucking ... it's ... god ... god your fucking ... your tonnngue ..."

The last word rolled out of him in such a guttural tone that he hardly sounded like a horse for a moment there. He moaned through gritted teeth, whimpered too, sometimes nickered while he did his best to even comprehend the depths of that bovine blowjob. Stomping a hoof did little to cease his full-body trembling, nor did tossing his tail about. He could barely manage to open his eyes while his lower lip quivered with the sheer strain of not blowing his load immediately. Technically, he was successful. Why, he almost managed to go a full half a minute all warmly engulfed in that wet cow maw. That was a feat of its own, and it just made the resulting eruption that much more powerful as he whimpered like he was about to burst into tears while she sucked him straight to heaven. He was briefly dangling from her horns when his legs gave way beneath him, but he managed to straighten up in time for his cock to swell up with the sheer volume of spunk passing through it. His balls pumped and clenched up against her lower lip while he went off with furious rapture, emptying that fat horse sack straight down the cow's throat.

She remained latched on while she drained him dry, gulping when needed but still sucking until his tremendous twitching finally came to a close. He started softening between her lips before long, but that didn't prevent her from lapping up every single drip that remained smeared across his hefty girth. She only stopped when his whimpers became a cry, an alarmed nicker that left him reflexively pulling his oversensitive cock back suddenly. She let him go. A splash of juices poured down her chin while he staggered back and eventually collided with the nearby picnic table. Plates and utensils went flying off as he crashed down on top of it, sprawled out with his eyes glazed and his mouth hanging open. He looked about half dead. It was perhaps mildly concerning, but he was still breathing. He'd just had his mind blown by that talented bovine and her magical mouth. She licked her lips a few times, cherishing all that flavour he'd given her, gulping some of it down after she'd accumulated enough. He'd certainly done a fine job feeding her, in a sense of the word. Her expression was one of amusement as she looked over the thoroughly defeated horse with a chuckle.

"Perhaps I went a little too hard on a young thing like you. But you have to learn somehow. Now -" She raised her head and glanced around at the crowd, who stood in a mix of flustered, scandalized, and delighted at the display. "We seem to have made a mess. Is there any more food about? I am still quite hungry."

Silence came until the host of the party realized that it was probably them that was responsible for such a thing. The drunken lion broke from his grin and into a confused response.

"Oh, well, I, I should say that, I expect that perhaps ... in a few minutes if someone were to say ..."

He couldn't quite get it out, but Gloria got the idea. Nathan just stayed where he was, failing to fully catch his breath even a minute after that sinfully stimulating suckjob. There was plenty of chatter, but nobody could figure out how to feed that cow, until someone spoke up. It was Nathan's mom.

"Well ... why don't you just have the boy? You've already got a taste for him."

She spoke while gesturing with a wine glass that spilled over the side. At least she kept the one in her other hand safe. Nathan wasn't sure if he heard her exactly. It almost sounded like ...

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose!" Gloria politely answered, though the prospect already had her licking her lips just to keep from visibly drooling.

"It's really no worries. It's the least we can do, for all your ... all your ... cow."

The older mare couldn't think of a good justification for such a generous offer. It didn't matter. She'd made him her mind. Nathan furrowed his brow. This all seemed a little abrupt. Just offered up, like that? He wasn't sure what he thought about it. Sure, mom was drunk and all, but he had to wonder if it was some sort of deeply-hidden urge of hers to see him so casually devoured by a great big cow. If Gloria could even do such a thing, anyway. It might have just been some sort of joke he didn't quite get. Either way, he didn't move much from his sprawled position, even when he felt the warmth creeping up his dangling hooves. Hanging down like that, they were the perfect target for her to engulf with the same abrupt approach as she'd taken his cock. The sensation of her soft lips kneading up his calves was almost as pleasant as having her sucking him off. He gave a little gasp and a reflexive tug away, but he found her grip a solid one. She wasn't letting go.

"Oh, thanks a lot, mom ..." he muttered out loud, mostly to himself.

It wasn't clear what he should do. Gloria just kept nibbling her way up along his legs, and she wasn't stopping. He thought perhaps she might just suck oh him a while, but then his hooves entered the embrace of her gullet, kneaded tight by the muscles there as she drooled all over his shiny buttermilk hide. Sitting up just a little, he looked around at the crowd. Plenty were watching. If he kicked up a fuss and refused to be eaten, he would have caused quite the scene. Everyone would have been so embarrassed for him, and it probably wouldn't have changed things either. Further complicating matters was his boner. It stood up strong, just like that. He wasn't sure exactly why, but her gullet did feel pretty incredible rubbing against his legs as she slowly swallowed him whole. She dragged him along the table as she worked towards his waist, and the only thing he could think about was how good it would feel to get his whole lower half in her throat for a while. Maybe she'd let him out after a good body-suck. That was all the justification he needed to relax his muscles a little and let himself enjoy the situation for a little longer, no matter how perilous it might have been.

"Ah ... ! Ahhh ..."

The sounds that escaped him as he slipped into her maw up to his waist were much like those of someone settling into a hot bath. And it certainly wasn't cool in there. He sweltered in the grasp of her throat while he got his dick rubbed by the roof of her mouth. The soft textures there stimulated him just right, until he was rigid again, throbbing as she overtook his lower half. His tip squirted pre all over his trim belly as she gently nibbled along his hips. By the time she put that in her mouth too, he could only buck up against the squishy flesh of her maw and rock his way through another body-seizing orgasm that managed to splash out around the tight seal of her lips. He came and gushed while he snorted and neighed and clenched his teeth to keep from whimpering right in front of everybody. For whatever reason, maintaining some semblance of dignity while he was being eaten by a cow was important to him. Just sliding into her was enough to milk out a fat load of horse cum. His body went all rigid, went squirmy, writhing, shaking, and his cock just went off all on its own. He couldn't hold it back. Most of the mess stayed in her mouth, gulped down with the rest of him. He felt that hot cream flowing over his thighs while she constricted him in the tight confines of her gullet. For such a gentle-seeming cow, she could really swallow. There wasn't much left of him to eat.

"Oh shit ... she's really going to do it ..."

"Of course she is, dumbass. How do you think she got so big?"

"I dunno ... lots of grass I guess ..."

Nathan's sister stood with her boyfriend, just watching the whole affair with a vaguely annoyed expression. And maybe a bit of a boner. The tall mare was a lot more physically fit than her sibling, which made her a perfect match for the thoroughly swole specimen that was Crag, the red and gold dragon standing dumbly proud beside her. Ella flicked that extra-long mane of chestnut hair out of her face and went on watching the whole thing, even as she pretended not to be interested. Or turned on by it, for reasons her dispassionate self couldn't truly explain. Maybe it was just the primal sight of it all. There was her younger brother, making for a bulge in the great big cow's throat. She could still vaguely see the outline of his butt, but for the most part he was just a shape, a swell beneath the surface of the bovine's skin. Gloria gulped hard and gave a little toss of her head to hurry things along, until there was nothing more than Nathan's head framed between the cow's lips. She gave his face a little suck and then lightly slapped her tongue atop his features to soundly tuck him away. All it took was a little smek of her lips and a small splash of drool to seal him in her jaws. From there, one long ulllllp was enough to make him hers.

The crowd watched the bulge descend down the cow's throat until it reemerged in her big fat gut with a little wobble. The impact alone was enough to make her udder jiggle, and apparently that was enough to attract the attention of another intoxicated someone. Whoever had let the frat fox into the wine really hadn't been thinking, because that party animal came strutting up behind the cow before she could even finish belching. She didn't hear his initial introduction thanks to the percussive URRRRP that burst from her lips once the horse was fully settled into her stomach. He sagged her down and made for a bigger gut, but that wasn't the most swollen she'd ever been. Nor was it her biggest burp. She considered for a time, licking her lips, fully aware of the fox lingering behind her. Rather than acknowledge him, she pretended not to know he was there, speaking seemingly to no one in particular.

"Mmm! Now it's just a shame I had to tuck that handsome thing away in my belly. Meals like that always get my juices flowing."

Ben was drunk enough to take the obvious bait. He reached in for a blatant grope of Gloria's teats that came suddenly enough to make her moo in surprise. She was expecting him to touch, but perhaps not so intimately, so quickly. Those things could get sensitive, especially when it had been a long time since she'd been milked. Still, she soon put on a seductive smirk as she turned back to regard the fox who's just smacked her so intimately.

"Why hello there. I was hoping someone like you would show up. Did you like what you saw, perhaps?"

"Yeah ..." the fox began, and for a moment all the confidence seemed to drain from his face while he looked into the cow's eyes. He shook his head, then corrected himself by nodding instead. "Yeah. Though what you need is someone who can really go the distance. Not like those one-pump chumps you probably always get."

"Oh, Ben, don't make a scene!" came the fussing cry of the fox's mother. The vixen raised her hands to call to him but she didn't go further than that.

Ben just ignored her to regard the bovine as she slowly swayed her tail.

"I hear you're some sort of star on the track team?"

"Damn right, first place in the 400, second in the 800, and I'm working on qualifying for ..."

"Mhm. That's very nice. A runner fox! You certainly have the body for it."

She looked him up and down just to take in all the details, and he made sure to puff his chest out a little while she did it. While he wasn't exactly muscular at first glance, he was meatier than the horse had been. He was taller, sturdier, and built for speed. How that sprinter's stamina would translate to pleasing her remained to be seen, but she was happy to accommodate him. And after he'd blown his load, why she was just going to have to have a snack of her own. This time she wasn't asking first. He was the one who came to her even after seeing what she could do, after all. He had to know the risks. A churn of her gut seemed to confirm her thoughts. He'd certainly do. First though, she decided to make his job a little easier. He was tall, but not tall enough to reach her pussy, so she instead stepped forth and slowly lowered herself to the ground for him. It was a slow, sometimes slightly cumbersome process, especially with someone sloshing around in her belly as she moved, but eventually she got onto her back with her hooves in the air. The slight inelegance of the pose was rendered irrelevant by the smouldering look she gave him. That cow was ready to get fucked, and he was just the eager young thing to give her what she needed.

"Ohhhhh, fuck yeah ..." the fox muttered as he looked at the display before him. That she was a great big cow with someone in her stomach didn't matter. He was practically drooling with the urge to fuck her.

Ben's knot was already fully formed by the time he dropped his shorts and showed his bottom half off to the crowd. A swish of his foxy tail and he pounced upon her, squishing against her sensitive udder. That position wasn't exactly ideal, but he couldn't resist those vulpine instincts. After that, he rolled his hips back and knelt behind her inverted haunches. The squishy lips of her pussy were thick and wet, allowing for a few good smooth grinds along their surface before he just huffed and thrust his way forth. His first hump wasn't the most accurate, but it got the job done, albeit at a slightly awkward angle. He pushed deep inside her and sank down to his thumping knot to let her feel its swollen shape press against her soaking walls. As soft as her pussy might have been, and as big as she was, once she started squeezing it was as good as anyone his size he'd ever fucked. Maybe better. He didn't even manage to start thrusting right away. All he could do was kneel there, quivering in the cow's cunt, feeling her working, clenching, milking at him from all sides while he salivated on her teats. He couldn't help but squeeze that a little here and there while he steadied himself. It brought another little moo from her when he pinched a little too firmly.

"Now now. Ben, was it? Do be careful with those. You can be as rough as you want with my pussy, but try not to pinch the udder."

"Oh, okay ..." he puffed, as if already out of breath.

That was all the permission he needed to start plowing into her for real. She kept true to her word. Not even a moo, even while he started pounding at her with all that sprinter strength. Maybe he wasn't the beefiest around, but he was athletically built enough to drive, to drill, to piston his hips at high speed and let his sheer enthusiasm pleasure her. She gave the occasional little huff that wasn't quite a moan. He was going to have to work harder if he really wanted to impress her, but unfortunately for him, she was just too amazing to fuck. Not with that squeezing massage of a cow pussy kneading all around his every inch. He was going to have to pull back fast if he didn't want to blow his load too quickly. A firm yank was a good effort, but it wasn't enough to get his knot out of her in time. It swelled up just enough to leave him lodged where he was for a few critical moments. Gloria didn't show him any mercy. When she felt that fat bulb lock inside her, she squeezed down on him with an impressive application of her inner muscles. Those divinely soft, warm folds hugged up around the eager fox's dick until he couldn't possibly hold back any more. No matter how desperately he tugged to escape her wet squeeze, she held him in place and milked him until he went off like a rocket and shot his seed straight into her sex, whimpering and shaking his head all the while.

"No, wait, fuck, I ..." he began, as if to try to explain himself.

There was nothing more to be said. By the time he yanked his way out of that cow cunt, it was far too late. He was just going to have to make the most of it. With his cock outside her and spurting hot ropes of cum, he had to choose his target fast. There was only one good option for him. He pointed straight at her plump udder and let the rest of his cum splash all over the smooth pink skin. A few strokes of his cock made sure he got everything out. He didn't care anymore. All he could do was bask in satisfaction and some sense of pride after having marked that big cow so thoroughly. He knelt there with a silly smile on his face and tongue sticking out between his lips while he flicked his ears and swished his tail before the creamed cow. She looked down at the mess he made with a little smile. Of course she'd noticed just how fascinated he seemed to be with her milk-making teats.

"Mm, something tells me you like this udder of mine, mister fox. Something you've always enjoyed or did seeing me just ... do something to you?"

The wink she gave him was enough to render him silent while she considered him. His gaze strayed from her eyes, to her udder, to her boy-stuffed belly sometimes too. He hadn't missed the way it jiggled and churned while he fucked her. Though he wasn't thinking much about what was going on in there. It was just a natural process, not one for him to consider too much until she told him to.

"You know what I do with cute boys like Nathan? I churn them up and turn them into milk." She raised her head from the grass and leaned in a little closer to him. "Want to see how it works?"

He wasn't even sure what she meant by that. He remained where he was, kneeling down as she slowly rolled over and got to her hooves once more. As before, it wasn't easy, especially with the extra weight swinging back and forth beneath her as she steadied herself. He looked up at her, suddenly massively dwarfed by the huge cow who currently had an entire person in her stomach. Not that it stopped him from accepting her thick tongue as she bent her head down and met his lips, pushing that wet slurper deep into his mouth. They made out in sloppy silence for a time, giving the occasional muffled noise of pleasure. He reached up to cradle her face and clutch her cheeks while she licked the inside of his mouth as thoroughly as could be. Through it all, he could feel her drool growing thicker, more abundant as she got a good taste of him, and bathed him in her breath. The smell of sex wafted out with every puff, and he swallowed it for as long as she kept kissing him. When the inevitable HOMPH came, he was almost ready for it.

"Oh, now you've done it," came the exasperated voice of Ben's mom. She seemed far more disappointed in him for getting eaten than anything. Gloria certainly wasn't to blame for simply doing what it was that big cows did.

For all Gloria had managed to calm him, Ben still jerked back reflexively when she opened up and took a great big chomp that enveloped his head all in one slurping squeeze. Of course, she didn't actually bite him, not in a way that hurt anyway. Her flat teeth snugly hugged at the base of his neck, while her tongue cradled his pointy muzzle as she led him inside. A few sucks drenched his features in her spit. She lingered there a while, as if to drain all the flavour from the fox before she ate him. There wasn't much change in the demeanour of the party when she started swallowing. A few bodies moved when they heard that first ullp ring out as she pulled Ben's head into her gullet, but it was hardly out of shock. Maybe a few were still stunned. Others were grinding on one another, absorbing the energy and excitement of the moment and letting it fuel them. More than anything, it was just a surprise that no one was outright fucking yet. Maybe they just didn't want to miss the show. Gloria had become the main event of the evening's entertainment, and her showcowship skills were unmatched.

This one, she didn't take her time with quite as much as she had with the horse. Maybe he was tastier, or maybe she was just hungry. He squirmed and gave the occasional gasp when the tunnel of the cow's warm throat hugged him especially firmly. It pressed on his chest enough to squeeze some of the air out, but his descent remained a comfortable one even as the damp heat made him pant all the way down. Gloria brought him to his feet as she tugged on him, and soon she had his legs dangling down from her jaws as she used the constriction of her throat alone to suspend his weight. A good lick between his legs let her tease his balls and even his cute, pert ass a little before she tucked all that away in her maw. He remained semi-firm, with his knot still hard, but he didn't get anywhere close to cumming yet. His legs didn't move much either. He raised and lowered his paws as if looking for purchase on the ground, but he didn't find it. Everything was getting confused with his head spinning like that and his sense of gravity getting all turned around. Gloria soon had him pointing straight up at the dimming sky, and all that was left was that final, slippery swallow to leave him sliding straight down into the sweltering confines of her gut.

The shape of him grew largely indistinct as she gave one firm, even slightly forceful GULP to finish him off. It didn't matter how much of a track star Ben was. He was still just food, right down to the very last swallow. His toes and fluffy tail vanished between the cow's lips as that faint outline moved down to become a part of her sagging gut. It dropped lower with the arrival of that extra weight, but that was all. There was no telling fox from horse. It was all part of one great big swell in the plump cow's belly, one that slowly swayed back and forth once it was done bouncing. Maybe Ben was squirming in there. Maybe Nathan still was too. It was impossible to tell. They were snugly settled deep beneath all the cow pudge, and that was precisely where they were going to stay for as long as it took the bovine's body to process them into fat and milk. It wasn't clear if Gloria intentionally directed that belch of finality towards Ben's mom or not. Maybe she just happened to be standing there to endure that potent BRALP that burst from the cow's mouth with a fleck of saliva. That one was louder than the first.

With a glance down at her gut, she swayed her hips a few times and made a circular motion with her tail. It was sort of like a shrug.

"Well. He was very nice, but there's lots of room yet still. It's a pretty big tank. I don't suppose I have any other volunteers?"

The reaction she got when she looked over the crowd was a many-faceted one. There were those who quickly broke eye contact even if she wasn't looking anywhere near them. The funny thing was, they were probably trying to keep from getting her attention, but that was just the sort of thing that made her notice them in the first place. Others were more visibly enticed, leaning in, eyes wide, even licking their lips. She couldn't help but feel a little flattered that they looked so interested in such a thing, but perhaps those weren't who she was looking for either. Others still looked at her with a blushy, embarrassed, but obviously aroused kind of expression, like they didn't want to admit what the sight of her eating did to them. Few people did, right to the very end. A small burp leapt up from within her as her gut gave a particularly noisy churn. She didn't pay much attention to that, either. It could do its thing just fine. The occasional angry gurgle told her to keep it going. If anything, eating those two cute boys had made her hungrier. She was going to need something meatier, and Nathan's mom was happy to send another volunteer who also happened to be her own offspring too.

"Well, Ella ... don't just stand there. The woman needs some attention!"

She spoke to her daughter as if it was the rudest thing in the world to leave the cow horny and hungry alike. The mare arched a brow and turned her attention between her mother and the great big bovine before her.

"Oh, is that it? Volunteering me too, hm?"

"You wanna though ..." the older mare slurred and mumbled on, perhaps a little too revealingly. "Bring your big hot boyfriend of yours too ..."

Ella shot Crag a look, which seemed to go right over his head, or perhaps through it when he blinked back at her with no apparent response. Either he hadn't been fucking her mom or he had no idea why that would annoy her, but either way, she couldn't stay mad at that big dumb fangy face. Instead, she gave him a nod and he followed her without question.

"Alright, well. Let's go fuck that cow, big man. You take her backside while I show that mouth what a horse can really do."

For whatever reason, she found herself afflicted by the competitive need to one-up her brother in the field of facefucking ability. She didn't question it much. It was just one of those things. A horse thing, or maybe just a sibling thing. She was the bigger, older sister and she was going to show everyone how to do it right. The drive to be the best was enough to make her step up before Gloria and take her by the horns as if she were life itself. Or was that a bull? Whatever. As long as she got her dick sucked she was happy. The flustered state was making all her thoughts run together, making her fumble with her belt. That was what she got for trying to unfasten it with a single hand while the other remained locked around one of Gloria's horns. She refused to let go for whatever reason. That cow was going to be hers for a little while at least, or that was how she felt about it.

Eventually, she was successful with enough yanking. A zip of her pants and a drop of her unsheathed horse cock right in front of the cow's nose was enough to spread an enticing scent to Gloria's senses. Ella was hardly surprised to feel the lick come so swiftly. Of course that cow had to get a taste. She stood tall and sturdy while she let that big bovine slurp the flavour off her dick. A few good swipes up and down was enough to get Ella hard - and soaking wet while she was at it. Streams of drool ran all the way down to her balls, glistening there upon her skin, leaving her thoroughly bathed in Gloria's saliva. The cow didn't hold anything back with her, and Ella refused to waver. She put one hand on her hips and kept the other on Gloria's horn as if to guide her down. There was no need to help. Gloria knew what she was doing, and after slathering up that fine plump horse dick, she tipped her snout up and enveloped it all in one long, smooth gulping suck until she had her nose stuffed firm against the mare's crotch, taking in her scent right along with the intensity of her confined, unsheathed flavour.

Ella gave no more than a snort to show just how much she enjoyed it. Her body remained steady while Crag came up behind the cow's rump with his golden dick standing tall. He looked her over with a bit of confusion as he did his best to figure out how to approach her. Ella wanted to tell him to just fuck her already. It wasn't that hard, but Gloria kept the decision away from the big dragon by just backing up and starting to lower herself down. There wasn't much Crag could do. Not because Gloria moved especially quickly, but because the commanding tone of the way she sat herself down upon him simply couldn't be refused. For such a heavy, tough reptile, he was pretty quick to take orders, even non-verbal ones. If that hefty cow wanted to sit on him, he was just going to have to get squished down beneath that fine ass. A strong thing like him could take that, something Gloria seemed to rely on as she settled her weight over his middle, his chest, and finally his face. Rather than bury his dick inside her, he was just going to have to eat her out instead - but that worked fine for him when he had the perfect angle to hump her cum-streaked udder and grind on the vague shapes of the churning bulge's in her sagging gut. Something about that excited him more than getting some cow pussy ever could have.

This time it was Gloria's turn to snort. She couldn't moan much with her throat full of horse cock, but she had to make some noise when she felt the unusually textured ridges of the dragon's tongue working along the rim of her asshole. He didn't even hesitate, and he didn't give her any warning either. Thankfully, it was exactly what she needed. She wiggled herself down on his face just a little harder so she could grind on those lovely scales. If he was a little smaller he might have found himself shoved right inside her rear, but only his tongue entered her completely. He penetrated her with it and flexed those powerful jaw muscles to plunge deep and curl back for extra stimulation. It was truly some exquisite ass-eating that was enough to spoil a big old cow like her. Though it certainly wasn't going to shake her focus. She was known for giving borderline legendary blowjobs and she was not about to have her reputation besmirched. Ella had stood tall so far but once she picked up the pace there was no way the horse was going to be able to maintain her dignity.

Once Gloria pursed those lips of her nice and tight, and got her tongue to serious work slurping, grinding, dancing up and down that rigid equine shaft in her mouth and throat, Ella finally buckled. She didn't collapse, but couldn't help but bend forward and start humping madly into that warm cow mouth rather than passively allow herself to be sucked to completion. The urgency possessed her in an instant, leaving her thumping forth in a slam-fuck of Gloria's maw that sent spit and other juices flinging off in all directions with every stroke. The cow held up to such a thing just fine, even while getting spitroasted by a dick and tongue at the same time. She writhed a bit atop Crag's face but otherwise remained sturdy and steady while she gulped that cock hard. Ella spurted down Gloria's throat richly enough to make the cow stop to swallow, but she wasn't even cumming yet. That was just the sheer volume of prespunk Gloria milked out of her with every hungry suckle. Ella simply couldn't stand up to such a thing. The mare thumped a hoof, yanked those horns, and straightened her back with a valiant feat of composure just to point her cock straight down the cow's gullet and blast a load right into her stomach, as if to make a statement.

To keep from collapsing she was just going to have to channel her focus into making a whole lot of noise. She all but bellowed that neigh while she hilted deep and went rigid all over with those heavy, swelling pulses. Her tip flared out enough to bulge Gloria's throat, and her balls gave those tight, bouncing clenches up and down while she flagged her tail high and thumped her way through a messy orgasm. The audible splort of the cumshot sent a shudder through the crowd, though mostly an appreciative one. Everyone watched closely as Gloria so effortlessly guzzled down enough hot jizz to drown a regular person. She wasn't regular people. It didn't phase her in the slightest to chug a horse's entire climax while she got her ass eaten by a talented dragon stud. The whole thing had certainly been disruptive of the party. Nobody could ignore it anymore, but any complaints were quickly silenced by the host, Brian, raising his arms up in celebration of Gloria's feat. He turned his back to the scene while Gloria finished draining every last drop from the mare she could. A great big grin appeared on the lion's face while he riled up the crowd with his mere presence, making it ever so clear his approval of the proceedings. In all his enthusiasm, he missed the big moment.

Ella, to her credit, managed to prove herself over her brother by staying on her hooves even after that sloppy cow-suck. She did stagger plenty though, eventually crashing right into Gloria. That made it easy for the big bovine to open up and more or less catch her head in the glomph of her open jaws. A clamp of those flat teeth and soft lips sealed taut around the horse's throat and that was that. The rest was a matter of slowly tugging her inside. With a slow, mmmmming slurp and knead, she started feeding on that big, lovely horse to complete the set. Ella's boyfriend remained none the wiser, though no one could blame him for that. He was still down there in the darkness of the cow's butt, and he made no indication of wanting out. If anything he was just getting more and more excited by his position. He rubbed against her soft, swollen udder, he humped the weighty prey in her gut and smeared the undefined shapes and lumps with his extra hot precum while Gloria ate his girlfriend right in front of him. Clutching that rump tight, he seemed resistant to the very idea of getting out from under her, using his strength to ensure she stayed firmly upon his face while she had her meal. That suited Gloria just fine. She wiggled a little and enjoyed the attention and pleasure while she filled her throat with hot, athletic horse meat.

A squish of tits were like the cherry on top of her meal, one taken a little too early. Gloria playfully gnawed upon the curves of her prey, squeezing them tight in her gullet as they descended. None of it was painful or aggressive, of course. She was simply doing her thing, tucking another person away in the embrace of her hot, wet insides while she swallowed deep around that glistening equine body. Ella's shorts fell around her hooves as she got eaten. Eventually she found herself lifted right out of them as Gloria's tongue curled up beneath her balls and pressed against her slightly sweaty taint and asshole. The cow took her time with that meal. There was still so much more taste to take from her before she was gone. Gloria held the horse halfway in her throat and slapped her tongue back and forth, from cheek to cheek and everything in between.

Long, warm licks of every intimate spot Ella had was enough to get her hard again, with her dick all pressed up against her belly and spurting juices all the way to her own tits on the way down. She splashed herself with some precum when she throbbed, and when she felt the shift of gravity that came with Gloria tilting her head back and raising her prey's hooves up towards the sky she gave herself a thick facial that left her sputtering on her way down. That didn't take long. There was just something about being tasted and teased in the middle of the inevitable that always seemed to make Gloria's meals uncontrollably excited, and the lovely mare was no exception. Ella could do little more than shudder with pleasure and ride the afterglow straight down to the wobbling gut of the gluttonous cow as Gloria polished off yet another.

The last of the two offspring that horse family had settled in and made for a fine swell above Gloria's udder that pressed against the dragon's dick just right. Crag snorted as he felt the weight press against his cock and set into some mad humping that he couldn't quite control. Just something about feeling that - it was finally what he needed to blast a hot load of dragon cum all over the hefty cow. He painted her whole sagging underside with steamy seed. It was hot enough to make Gloria sweat a little just feeling it clinging to her hide. She didn't move from atop him. The great, intimidating form of the dragon remained a seat for her huge ass while she milked him of all his cum and left him puffing hot air right into her asshole. Eventually she let him up, and he only gasped a little. His cock gave a few more good twitches and the rest of his jizz landed on his chest. He didn't even have to stroke it out. Drooling a little, he licked his lips and let his eyes glaze over while he gazed up at the sky. Though only for a few moments. He couldn't miss the sight of that udder swinging right along with Gloria's enormous, fat, sagging belly. It was getting fuller now. It sloshed louder, churned heavier, but there was still room yet. Even for a dragon.

"Hey ... that tickles, heheh ..."

It wasn't clear if Crag had no idea what was going on or he simply wasn't concerned with what she might do to him. First it was just a licking of those scaled toes, dancing up between them, flicking across his golden claws. Then there came the homph of jaws. Gloria always seemed to start her meals with a nice big chomp to firmly settle the matter. He didn't squirm or pull away much. A playful bit of resistance came along with his chuckles as she slurped and sucked his feet. He had his arms behind his head and a big grin on his face at first, but when she started tugging and swallowing him one scale at a time, he took on a somewhat more serious expression, like that of deep concentration. Maybe he was thinking about it, maybe he was having doubts. But that all went away as she gave him the first big gulp, with his feet straight down her gullet and his legs raised up in the air. Just feeling her soft inner flesh hugging around him with those tight constrictions of slippery peristalsis was enough to make him moan out loud. Though he still didn't seem to quite realize she was eating him, not just giving some teasing nibbles and sucks.

"Heheh ... must feel good to get eaten by you. No wonder you make your prey cum by the end."

"Mmhmm," was all she could answer with her mouth full.

Gloria was just going to have to keep eating him until he clued in. Or maybe he wouldn't. It hardly mattered to her either way. She drooled along his muscular thighs, turned him almost upside down as he dangled from her jaws. He eventually planted his hands to perform an impressive headstand that had his horns pressed into the dirt. Gloria just kept swallowing, the strength of her gullet enough to haul all that fine, solid dragon meat right up off the grass. He slowly swayed back and forth with his golden cock pressed up against the roof of her mouth. Another shuddering groan escaped him as she stuck her tongue between his muscled cheeks and started slurping. He lifted his tail up and let the tip touch the ground when his hands no longer could reach. A grab for her horns was enough to brace him and let him grind back and forth on her slurper and mouth alike. He'd been so very generous to her. Of course she was happy to return the favour and get him off before she gulped him.

It wasn't exactly difficult to make him cum again. Even after his first shot, he never quite softened. The textured surface of his dick rubbed against the roof of her mouth in a way that was pleasurable for them both. She closed her eyes. There was time to enjoy him, especially with her belly so full already. It sagged down within an inch of the ground, jiggling with the slightest movement. The sound of heavy glorping indicated that she was already hard at work processing her previous meals into anonymous cow fat and a nice warm load of milk, but that would take a while yet. She was just a cow - a big eater, but nonetheless one who had to be patient while her stomach did its thing. Maybe the heat of a dragon's presence would accelerate it some more. He gripped her horns and humped his way in and out of her mouth while she ate his ass, and he came so hard he ended up giving himself a heavy facial as that cum shot right out of the mouth that sucked him to completion again. His scales glistened as he drooped there with a dazed expression, forked tongue poked out between his teeth. By his salivating state he wasn't in any position to consider the full implications of being guzzled by the hungry bovine.

A sudden snap of her head was the closest thing to aggression Gloria had shown. It was still plenty gentle, though it did whip the dragon's tail about while she worked on schlurmphing his belly and chest into her body. A nibble and slurp on his great horned head was something like the equivalent of a kiss. After that, it was just his tail to slurp away. She closed her lips around the last foot of it or so, and took a long, extended suck on his scales until that thick noodle entered her mouth along with the rest of him. Then he was simply gone. A long, heavy gulp sent him wriggling down her gullet. Perhaps he felt some flash of self-preservation as his trip reached its conclusion, but it was far too late.

Her throat hugged tight around his muscles, making for a deeply stimulating gulp around all those scales as she tucked him away as a bulge that finally sagged right down to the ground. A sloshy thud sounded out as the dragon touched down in the bottom of her stomach with the rest, and in an instant the rumbling began. She felt it brewing up within her, rattling through her body as her gut gurgled ferociously in response to the new arrival. Bracing herself on all four hooves, she lowered her head towards the ground, pulled in a deep breath, and let out that triumphant roar of a belch all at once in one great, head-tossing gesture as if she were doing her best impression of a lion. Brian was of course delighted.

"Oho! Just look at her go!" he gleefully said with a clap of his hands as that wet sound rang out over the whole crowd like a firework.

"Someone get in there! She can't be done now!" came a voice from the crowd.

"Yeah, get off your lazy asses!" Erin cried, swaying in place with apparent agitation.

Gloria slowly licked her lips, basking in the admiration of the crowd. She scanned them again, before just nodding.

"One more, I think. Best not to overdo it."

She spoke that as if having an enormous, gurgling gut pressed right down to the ground, stuffed to stretching with the plumping weight of four satisfying meals wasn't already overdoing it. For her, it wasn't. She tossed her head and braids along with it, arched her back a little, swished her tail, and started looking at her potential offerings. If they took too long to volunteer someone, she was just going to have to drag her gut over to a chosen morsel and devour them herself. It might even have been Erin herself, to complete the package of mares in a sense. Instead, there came the swishing sway of a chubby vixen mom who was certainly in no condition to be near a hungry cow. Not with that level of drink in her system. One look on Gloria's part was enough to confirm what she suspected. The family resemblance was uncanny really - that was definitely Ben's mother grinning there in front of her. And she'd certainly had several more drinks in the time since Gloria got that first fox down. Well, she wasn't getting him back, but she was certainly welcome to join him.

"You ... you're so good at what you do! You should be proud!" Nadine warmly said, leaning in to pat the cow on the head and almost toppling over in the process. "I wanna ... I have to see what it's like ... somebody help me get in the cow ..."

That was the kind of privilege that many of the husbands and offspring alike would have been happy to indulge in, but nobody moved fast enough. They glanced at each other as the plump vixen swayed her tail, until Brian just bellowed out with his pleasant, Zeus-like exuberance.

"Don't mind if I do!" he declared as he strode in behind the fox.

"Mmmmm ... hey stud ..." she moaned at him, before he even lay his hands on her.

And lay hands he did. He took two big handfuls of that fine round fox butt and helped her strip from half her clothing. That skirt had a convenient zipper that made it a lot easier to get down her legs along with her hose. Her top was a bit trickier, and he ended up severing her bra strap with his claw, but that wasn't going to be relevant in a little while anyway. She stood naked to the crowd and got some whoops and cheers. Ben wasn't there to be embarrassed for her, so she grinned and waved her arms at her admirers while Gloria licked her chops at the sight of all that thick fox meat on offer for her. Brian didn't waste time before he rubbed up behind her, humping her with that bulge of his - one plenty firm after watching Gloria do her thing for so long. He was finally going to get some release, and he seized the opportunity with a hint of ferocity. Nadine certainly didn't mind getting grabbed by the big stud lion, his big gut squished up against her back, his dick pressed between her thighs. Though the bulk of her attention was on that maw before her as Gloria opened right up and made her ravenous approach.

The motion of the lion thrusting into her was just enough to help push her directly into the cow's lunging mouth. She splatted on Gloria's tongue and got enveloped down to the neck in an instant. Gloria held her there and sucked a while. She didn't want to rush when she was already so full. Nadine was a juicy one. She was rather heavy for a dessert, but that didn't matter. That fox was going in her gut, no matter the effort it took. She slurped and tasted and kneaded those vulpine features while Brian started to fuck. He wasn't gentle. That fat fox ass bounced up and down while he thumped her from behind, giving a grunt, even a growl that showed his fangs while he pumped his cock into the food-to-be. It just wasn't fair that he got her all to himself, and soon he had a little competition circling in just to enjoy the thick vixen's body before she was gone. A raccoon, a large wolf, and of course, her actual husband. Neil was a lot smaller than the studs who lined up to rub on her and smear her with precum, but he still found a nice spot on her thigh to hump while the lion fucked her down Gloria's throat.

"I do say, your wife has a wonderful pussy ..." Brian casually remarked to the fox amid his thrusting. It wasn't meant to be mocking, just an observation.

"Aheh ... yeah ..." came the fox's timid reply.

Such a shapely bulge was the most prominent of all. Nadine's tits squished tight in Gloria's gullet while the cow just left her mouth open and sucked her down with the help of all those horny guys. She could have easily swallowed the fox without any assistance, but it felt good to simply relax and be fed as they rutted on that prey-vixen all the way down. The raccoon blew his load on one of her butt cheeks, and before he could even step aside a croc stepped in to take his place and rub his scent and taste all over that bright orange fur while he still could. Everyone who'd ever wanted to just ravage Nadine was getting their chance - or at least, the closest thing to a chance. Another cumshot, this time trailing down the back of one of her thighs, came from that wolf. Brian's growls grew thunderous as he worked his way into a pumping, thumping fury, his muscles flexed taut beneath the clothing and chub alike.

Neil just did his best, pressed against one of Nadine's legs, rubbing back and forth while his knot swelled up big. He seemed to lose himself in the pleasure, eyes closed, head tilted back, only to be startled back to awareness by the lion's roar. He snapped his eyes open and glanced around, only to lose control and spurt on his wife's butt while the lion filled her womb with cum. A hot, swelling load ensured Nadine's gut wobbled a while before it got all squeezed tight in Gloria's mouth. Creaming her full wasn't enough to make Brian stop, either. He just took a short rest as the fox whimpered beside him, left shaky after that unexpected orgasm.

After his modest cumshot, Neil stepped back to watch more guys swoop in like a pack, even while they were all different species. A shark grabbed one of her feet and started humping it, grinding on her pawpads while her belly got slurped up tight in Gloria's mouth. The cow wiggled her prey about a few times just to get her in position for more fucking, but eventually Brian was going to have to pull out. Not before fucking that soaked cunt with a hot, messy schlurk that came with his every single rapid thrust. He put some driving power behind each one, swinging like a battering ram to drive that vixen down towards the gurgles that awaited. Another cumshot splattered the vixen, this time from the croc, and another from the shark, until she was left almost completely soaked in the jizz of half a dozen guys at once. Brian finally yanked his dick out of her and they paid tribute to her, jerking off over the sight of those lovely thighs vanishing into the cow. Gloria took it slow so they could finish, painting those scrumptious legs with a drenching load of collective cum for her to suck out of her prey's well-marked, musky fur on the way down. But it was about time to finish her off.

Gloria closed her eyes and tilted her head back while those guys who still hadn't finished jerked their dicks in her face. She didn't mind letting them finish all over her face. A splattered mask painted her as she tucked those cum-streaked paws away after a nice long slurp. That final gulp was as smooth as all the others. The vixen's heavy curves squished so snugly down her throat, bulging all the way, until she hit bottom and vanished into the titanic tank that was the cow's belly. Any more food and Gloria's hooves wouldn't even have touched the ground anymore. She was going to drag that burden with her for a good while as all those meals digested. Such consequences were simply a necessary part of satisfying herself to the absolute fullest. She could feel another belch coming in. Maybe a few. It had been trembling within her from the moment that vixen first touched down in that noisy belly. A squeeze, a churn, a few rapid blorps inside her that were audible from the outside, and Gloria tossed her head as if to blast her nearby admirers away with the force of her repeated belches.

BLAARRRRRRP ... urrrrrrrp .... BELCH .... brrrrrrrrrrrp .... urp

One for each meal, diminished in strength by the end but nonetheless impressive. The last scents of her prey wafted over the crowd as if to remind them who was gone, but that was that. Gloria sighed and closed her eyes tight, just letting the cum drip from her face and her belly churn at all that food. She didn't want to move much. Brian patted her on the head with a little splurch of cum that didn't seem to phase him. She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Well then! Can I get you anything after that, my dear Gloria?"

The cow took her time lingering in the afterglow of all that fun. Maybe they hadn't fucked her, but she'd soaked up their pleasure for her own, in a sense. Or maybe she was just feeling so satisfied with her meal that it felt like an orgasm of her own every moment she spent sloshing around all that prey. But maybe, just maybe, she had room for a tiny bit more.

"Hmmmm. Well. What's a good meal without some dessert? Something nice and sweet perhaps ..."

"Ah, let me get you some pie then!" the lion eagerly bellowed. "You've just got to try it, it's -"

"Oh, I don't mean dessert. I mean dessert." Gloria licked her chops again, slowly, tantalizingly, while a strand of drool and cum alike dripped down from her lips.

"Of course! Do help yourself, dear," Brian assured her.

It was going to have to be a leaner one. Once more, she opened her eyes to scan across the crowd through lust-addled vision. Too thick, too meaty - no, it was not the time to get ambitious. Her gut was already stuffed to the absolute brim, but perhaps if someone was slim and soft, someone delicate and pretty ... yes, there she was. Right over there, with that wolf guy fondling her tits while she drunkenly giggled. Such a pretty eagle gal. Her breasts were juicy, her thighs were ample, but she was short and narrow enough that Gloria was pretty sure she could handle her. She slowly dragged her gut along the grass to make her approach, still mobile despite all the weight, and glanced in the couple's direction. The wolf seemed to understand right away, and backed off to allow the cow to single out her prize. As for the eagle herself, she seemed more disoriented than anything. Her top was off, her denim shorts were unbuckled, and she used her outstretched wings to push against the air to keep herself upright. Had she even been paying attention to any of it, or was she too caught up in the pleasures of being fondled? Either way, Gloria caught the scent of her lust as soon as she was near, a sweet, feminine flavour to inhale with every breath. That was about as perfect as dessert could ever be.

"Oh, heeeeeeeey ..." the eagle giggled as Gloria stood before her. "Are you ... that cow?"

Gloria gave a chuckle and could only nod her head. "By all accounts I am, indeed, that cow."

"I'm Tracy," the eagle said, then broke into warbling laughter again. "I think. Who knows anymore?"

"That's alright. You can be Tracy if you want to be," Gloria assured her. "Come closer, would you?"

That wasn't an easy feat for a bird as deep in her cups as Tracy was. She flopped forward and laid her tits atop Gloria's head briefly, only to right herself with a little push. That left her holding the cow by the braids rather than the horns, but Gloria didn't mind. She stood still while the eagle curiously stroked through her hair, or rubbed those soft talons on her cheeks. Tracy was intoxicated enough that she didn't even feel there was anything unusual about pushing a finger past Gloria's lips to touch her teeth. The whole thing had the bird sort of screech-laughing, mixing in an eagle's cry with her general giddiness. Eventually, she leaned back on shaky feet to regard that gigantic bovine. It didn't take her long to get lost in those gentle brown eyes. Tracy's expression slowly shifted from one of amusement to simple awe.

"You're ... really pretty ..." she murmured, sounding as if hypnotized.

"You too, honey. That's exactly why I'm here."

Such a declaration was simply too much for a drunk bird brain. Tracy stood before the cow while everyone gave Gloria plenty of room to work. Even full of cum and people alike, there was room enough for just, one, more. Her appetite had long since been satisfied. Gloria wasn't even hungry anymore so much as she was greedy. She wanted that eagle. She wanted to feel those feathers sliding down her throat. And it all started with one great big homph of her jaws. This one was her best yet. She inspired gasps and even cheers as she stretched wide, gaped before the oblivious bird, and whipped her head straight hard, straight down over Tracy's face to completely envelop that delicious bird down to where white feathers met golden brown. A slurp of her beaky face, a gulp of the excess saliva that avian treat inspired, and the rest was simply a matter of gobbling. Gloria was hardly subtle in the way she chomped and gulped her way down that feathery body. Tracy hardly even got a moment to respond. She stood in a daze up until the moment the cow's warm tongue snaked down into the front of her open shorts. After all the teasing from that big wolf, her feathery sex was warm, puffy, and absolutely slathered with desire. The pleasure that Gloria brought her became her entire world for those lingering moments.

A slick schluck of tongue across the tender folds of a soaking eagle pussy came along with the sound of rustling feathers as Gloria sucked upon the whole top half of her meal to really get her juices flowing. Tracy was utterly immersed in the free-flowing cow drool that came with tasting such a treat. Strands of saliva dripped from her maw as she munched her way up along the eagle's thighs, just to get her in a better position. None of it hurt, of course. Just some firm nibbling to help adjust her for that stroking tongue. Gloria dragged out her slurps along that avian sex as slowly and firmly as she could, and her reward was the lovely writhing and cooing of the throat-hugged bird deep inside her. Tracy hardly knew where she was, which way was up, or why it got so hot and dark all of a sudden. All she could focus on was the pleasure that came with having a thick tongue grinding on her swollen clit. She kicked her scaled yellow feet through the air. Everyone got to watch her curl her talons into a clenching grip while her thigh muscles rippled with the contractions of climax that soon came undulating through her. Gloria didn't even have to work that hard for it. A nice, sloppy application of her tongue to relentlessly dig the flavour out of her meal and she was rewarded with even more to taste.

It was hardly the elegant cry of a predator that emitted from the half-swallowed eagle. Instead, a muffled, screechy sound escaped her open beak as she arched her back into a nice, wet squirt straight down Gloria's throat. That just meant soaking her feathers all the deeper. They were absolutely slathered, but the cow was happy to make them wetter with some kneading suckles. There was just so much flavour to drain from those drenched feathers. She worked her tongue all around the shapely cheeks of Tracy's ass, made a mess of those tail feathers with her drool, and only when she'd completely imprinted her tastebuds with that divinely sweet avian taste did she tip her head towards the sky. A long, smooth gulp was much less forceful than previous meals. She had to take it slow, had to swallow her prey in sections. Ulllp for that fine, white-capped head. Glllp for those ample tits. Gulp went Tracy's hips, and the fine crest of feathers above her soft round rump. And then finally, slurrrrrrulllp for the length of her legs. Thighs, calves, and then those shiny-scaled feet, all went down the cow's gullet with time and patience. In an instant the outline of the eagle vanished amid the other indistinct shapes. A pretty thing, turned to more food for the cow to digest.

Blurrrp was her final statement on the matter. It was a subtle belch compared to the others, and carried with it an air of finality. As well as a few feathers, drifting away on the breeze of fluttering to the grass below. When she'd settled her shoulders into a slump with a long, drawn-out sigh, the lion approached her once more to pat her on the back.

"Truly impressive, Gloria. I think that's got to be a record. Certainly for any party I've ever hosted! Can I get you anything else?"

"Mmm ... no ..." she softly said, as if in concentration. "I think it is about time I got some rest. Perhaps ... nearby, if possible."

"Oh, we can certainly host you," Erin offered, without hesitation.

She sipped a cool glass of ice water at her husband's behest. It was her sixth. That seemed to have been enough to sober her up in the slightest, though Blair still found himself all flustered by his wife's casual offer.

"We can? I mean, it's not that it's any trouble or anything like that of course, of course. It's just - do we have enough room for her? I wouldn't want her to sleep on the floor."

"A floor would do just fine for me." Gloria opened her eyes and cast the horse couple a smile.

"Oh no it won't!" Erin was indignant, elbowing her husband. "You're the one who ordered that oversized bed. Now we can put it to good use. You'll sleep with us tonight."

"In the ... same bed?" Blair murmured.

"Yes, that's what sleeping with us means, silly. Unless you thought I meant ..."

"That sounds lovely then, thank you," Gloria said. "You'll have to forgive me if it takes me a while to get next door."

"No worries honey! I'm not moving fast, myself!"

The older mare moved shakily to lean against the flank of the cow for support as Gloria began to march her way out of the party, with a multitude of meals in tow. Some of those had been Erin's own offspring, of course, but that didn't seem to phase her. She even reached over now and then and rubbed at that swollen cow belly. There wasn't anything distinct to be felt. Gloria was just too fat, too many layers between those probing hands and her prey as they warmly digested. How many had it been again? Gloria was so sleepy she had lost count already. She just had to drag that gut along the grass like a snake as she made her exit along with the two horses who had so graciously welcomed her over even after she did her thing with their offspring. Blair followed sheepishly behind as they went, moving slowly, making the occasional glance at the cow's backside, whether intentionally or not. His wife wasn't looking anyway.

"Thanks very much for the party," she called over her shoulder to the big lion as he waved to her and tidied up some of the chaos. "I'll be sure to come to the next one."

"It wouldn't be the same without you, dear! I hope to see you then!"

It wasn't even that late in the night, but by the time Gloria clomped her way into the bedroom of the horses, she couldn't do much more than flop right out on the provided bed. It was perhaps the biggest one she'd ever seen - something more than just a king size, and the story of how the modestly-sized horse couple had obtained it was surely an amusing one for another time. She didn't immediately fall asleep so much as she simply entered a dormant state something almost like hibernation. With her eyes closed, breathing slow, and a warm feeling of relaxation pouring all over her body, everything was right in Gloria's world as she churned those partygoers into one homogeneous layer of pudge, as well as plenty of milk. The horses crawled into bed with her once they'd prepared themselves, nakedly flanking her on either side. There was plenty of room, but they pressed close nonetheless. Soon, the naked mare lay against the cow's back, squeezing her from behind, working her hands into the hefty shape of that well-bulged gut. That left Blair facing her. Even with her eyes closed, Gloria could feel the blazing heat of his blush. She spoke in something even softer than a whisper.

"It's alright ... you can touch. Grope. Hump. Anything you like. Just do what your body tells you ..."

"Uh ..." was the extent of Blair's response. He certainly didn't have anything relevant to say to that.

He hesitated for a while, but Erin certainly didn't. While she kneaded at that belly from behind, she soon started grinding against Gloria's back. It was like a warm massage, and a wet one too, with that winking marecunt grinding juices all over her hide. Maybe it was the scent that drove Blair over the edge and into some grinding of his own. Gloria felt his dick firming up against her fat gut with every rub. They were tentative at first, but swiftly grew firm, even desperate, rapid, manic as he humped at her as if fucking that fat, prey-stuffed cow gut. With his snugly her pudge wrapped around his dick, he pretty much was. Making messy love to her fat was enough to get him quietly moaning as the sagging bed squeaked beneath the three of them. Gloria was far too sleepy to reciprocate, but she was plenty happy to slowly drift off into dreams while the horses enjoyed her from all sides. She wasn't fully asleep by the time they really got going, but her food coma was so deep and all-encompassing that she might as well have been. Just enough of her consciousness lingered to give a little pleasure back when the squirmy equines took a new position. Nothing could quite quell their excitement to have Gloria there between them, even the knowledge that those heavy lumps in her fat gut included two more familiar horses. They weren't about to let such a thing keep them from getting off, despite the sound of churning that came with slowly softening all that prey Gloria had scarfed down.

Being half asleep and utterly immobilized by food was no reason not to take a good taste of something delicious. Erin couldn't stop herself from getting a feel for that fine cow tongue, and Gloria was happy to provide, if lazily. She made some swipes across the marecunt mashed right up to her lips and let the horse grind on her for a while. Erin ended up doing most of the work, gliding her wet sex across the surface of that sloppy tongue. Gloria at least still had plenty of drool to give. She hmmmed and sometimes gave a hot little huff while Erin fucked her face. The mare was every bit as rough with her as the other horses had been once she got her fingers snugly wrapped around the length of those horns. No one could control themselves once they had those in their hands. Erin pulled herself forth until she had her thighs wrapped right around Gloria's whole head, and she set to rolling her body in a firm, thudding thrust. The cow meanwhile was content to plunge her tongue inside and fuck that horse with the slippery touch of her slurper, delving deep and getting all those juicy inner tastes. That mare was wet enough to guzzle.

As his wife took control of things, Blair crawled around until he could find his spot. Gloria didn't mind. She didn't have to do much of anything at all but relax and digest her meal while those gracious host horses pleasured themselves with her. For all his initial nervousness, Blair was still a stallion, one who knew how to mount up on some plump haunches and start rutting her like a mare. His snorting, grunting urgency was such that he couldn't even find his target right away. He humped and jabbed and missed her pussy by a longshot. Instead, he ended up grinding against the taut, yet soft ring of her asshole. That was enough to get a little moo from her, one muffled against his wife's cunt. It wasn't a disapproving one. That was all he needed to hear to inspire him to plunge forth. Erin rolled her eyes when she heard the great big whinny-groan that escaped him as he shoved his pre-soaked cock deep into the heavy cow's ass and bottomed out with a thump of his nuts to her backside. That she already had Gloria's tongue stuffed deep in her pussy didn't mean she couldn't tease.

"Oh, what's the matter hon? Found something better?"

"She's ... a guest ..." came his explanation. It wasn't much of one, but Erin chuckled at it.

"Very well. Try not to enjoy yourself too much."

Gloria could hardly keep up with their enthusiasm. That suited her just fine. She was far too relaxed to go at either of them. With her eyes closed and her tongue out, she let them rock her sloshing body with their collective horny vigour for as long as they needed. Blair thumped her butt, spanking her with his heavy sack, made her belly jostle tremendously with the force of his deep thrusts. Such frenzied motion stirred up some major activity inside her, to the point her belly sounded like it was bellowing out with the roars of sloppy digestion. Her whole system was in overdrive to work on converting her meals, which meant she was little more than a passive participant in the equines' fun. Sometimes another belch escaped her, and that meant directing the hot, prey-scented gusts right into Erin's cunt while the mare rode herself stupid on that tongue. If anything the hot blasts of air from the overstuffed cow's maw only seemed to entice her further.

Her husband was no less rowdy. Gloria listened to him snorting and grunting up some steamy breath like a stallion in a sprint until he was sweating all over her from the sheer effort it took to pound her rump as hard as he wanted. Meanwhile, Erin fucked her face, grinding her puffy pussy against the cow's nose, letting her juices flow directly into Gloria's mouth. The taste was enough to make her gulp and smack her lips a little around her extended tongue. In her dreamy state, even she wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not when she opened up and stretched her soft jaws right around the mare's whole sex, with her lower lip sliding up around her rump as if to bend her in half and take her as a final dessert right that very moment. No matter how bad an idea that might have been.

"Hey -" the mare began, but she was interrupted by her husband's own whinny.

It wasn't despite the sight before him that he came so hard inside Gloria's ass. It was very much thanks to the threat of seeing yet another part of the family slip down the cow's throat, the mere suggestion of such that made him bellow and blow a load inside her that made her that much heavier, her belly that much noisier. He buckled and clung to her rump while his body shook, with the occasional hump helping milk out that thick cumshot until he'd completely drained his nuts beneath the base of the cow's tail. Erin couldn't judge. The little pang of danger was enough to make her winking pussy squirt straight into Gloria's open maw, until there welled up enough for her to make one more great big gulp. That was all the horse she guzzled. There simply was no more room. But it wasn't to say she wasn't tempted. Slowly withdrawing her tongue from the depths of the mare, she found herself drifting off with that flavour still firmly embedded in her senses, leaving her bound for pleasant dreams about devouring succulent treats while the stallion finished his orgasm all over her flank. The streams of hot horse cum painting her added to the scents of sex that already clung to her hide after that wild party.

Erin slowly caught her breath, though her voice was still slightly shaky in the afterglow. She put her hands on her hips.

"Looks like someone likes the thought of me getting gulped."

"Uh, I ... I don't know what came over me. It just happened."

The mare just stuck her tongue out at her flustered husband. There was still jizz dripping from his cock, but he suddenly looked all timid again.

"Oh, hon. I'm just messing with you. Though I'm totally going to make you pay for that anyway."

The horse shot his wife a little smile, and the two of them finally settled down. Gloria was long asleep by then, and her rest was all the more content and satisfying thanks to the surrounding warmth of two fine equines pressing against her body from both sides. Her belly grumbled, tightened, and alternated between violent and gentle churns all throughout the night. It didn't matter who was who anymore. She treated all meat the same, ever so slowly softening them throughout the night, processing them in cow fat minute by minute, hour by hour, while she achieved coma-like slumber to restock all the energy that went into claiming her meals for her own.

When she awoke to the sounds chirping outside the open window and a cool morning breeze sweeping in over her face, it was to the pleasant feeling of two pairs of lips wrapped around her swollen udder. The horses hadn't been able to help themselves with that great fat cow there. They drained the creamy results of her overnight digestion without even waiting for her to wake up, but she just gave them a smile. They knew exactly what she needed. After shrinking her gut back down to relatively normal - albeit with about a hundred pounds of extra pudge packed on top after digesting so much meat over those slumbery hours - she was in dire need of a good milking. Their suckles helped let off some of the pressure as she treated them to the taste of that post-meal milk, but they could only do so much. What she needed was a proper machine milking. By the time they were full, pulling off with a wipe of their lips, she felt much better though, with a significant reduction in urgency. Though there were of course the other things that came with digestion a whole lot of someones, those biological needs that simply couldn't be denied.

"Ah! Don't mind us ..." Blair quietly murmured when he realized he'd been caught.

"Not a worry at all, I'm grateful for the help," Gloria told them, slowly rising from that sagging bed.

"That is truly some exquisite milk." Erin licked her chops heavily.

"I should expect it might be by now. All those special ingredients always make for the best stuff." Gloria left it at that, and looked over the equine couple. "What do you say I send you two a few jugs once I've got it all stored?"

Blair's response was almost inaudible. "We'd appreciate that very much ..."

"Thought so. You can count on it. For now though - "

Up she got to her hooves, putting on full display just how much she'd trimmed down over the course of the night. In place of that huge, stretched belly there jiggled instead several new layers of cow pudge thanks to how thoroughly she'd digested her meals. Every last one of them. However many it had been. She'd admittedly forgotten the exact details from that blur of pleasure that existed in her memory. The names of her meals certainly didn't linger in her mind. All that was left was the consequences of her gluttony. She glanced about, and considered the view outside the window, and the backyard. Perhaps the best choice for what she had to do, though she didn't relish making a show for all the neighbours with such a thing. Instead, she turned back to the horses.

"Do you mind if I use your facilities?"

"Ah ... that should be fine, I think," Blair hesitantly said, perhaps considering for a moment whether it was okay to say no, given what permission implied.

That was good enough for Gloria. She went striding off at just a slightly accelerated pace. It was the best she could do as she made her way down the hall on heavy, noisy hooves. When she peeked her nose through the bathroom door, she found about what she expected. It certainly wasn't built for someone of her size, but then, what was? She was just going to have to make it work. Strolling slowly towards the toilet, she turned around and backed her ass over the bowl. A lift of her tufted tail and it was time to rid herself of everything her bovine body couldn't use. All in all she was very efficient for a cow who'd just eaten so much meat, but there was still ever so much to push out into that bowl. A flex, a short puff of air, and she finally started dumping out everything that remained of those she'd gobbled down, everything she hadn't absorbed and processed into fat. It all came out from that big fat cow's backside in the form of thick, somewhat muddy, and mostly unidentifiable waste.

The continuously overpowering splat and splash told Gloria that the toilet wasn't going to last long. She didn't bother trying to flush. That was just asking for disaster given the sheer volume of waste she'd pushed out into the bowl already. It was about to teeter over the edge, so she was just going to have to come up with another solution. She wasn't nearly done. With a silent apology to her generous hosts, she turned her hind end away from the toilet and instead clopped her way over to the bathtub. At least it would all be in one place. From there, she simply let loose, noisily dumping out pound after pound of steamy cow shit, squeezing out an enormous amount of waste that coiled up in the tub below. The process of dumping them out was a smooth one but for the occasional interruptions that came when something slightly recognizable made its way through her body without being fully pulverized. Those remnants of who they'd used to be tickled on the way out.

For the most part there wasn't a visible bone left after the long trip through Gloria's system, but for a few chunks and other bits that hadn't been fully broken down. There were probably some teeth, mostly hidden away in the muck, the points of those canine or dragon fangs softened down to keep from bothering her. Claws and talons too were no trouble after being dulled by the long trip through the cow's intestines. Hooves took a little effort but they splashed down into the mess below after a little straining, mostly untouched by the digestive process. She snorted a few times in the process of getting those out of her, adding them to the mass of soft waste below. Sometimes there was a clump of fur or a few long strands of hair whose owners she could have guessed. That ruined fur probably belonged to a fox, that hair probably came from the tail of a horse, though she wasn't sure which in either case. Those filthy feathers tickled her on the way out enough to make her wiggle and snicker a bit, her gut jiggling with the movement. Then there were the slightly bothersome things, the bits of jewellery or the buckles of clothing she hadn't bothered to remove before feasting. The most blatant reminder who she'd eaten came in the form of those many ruined, undigested scales slipping from her asshole one stimulating clump at a time. It seemed like most of them had made it through, which made for enough of a sensation on the way out that she broke into a moo-like moan after squeezing enough of those tingly things right out. They were all bundled together, embedded in cow shit, tarnished and dull after their trip through the cow's digestive system. The dragon took a little extra effort, but he still joined the toilet below in the end.

She slowly moved her haunches back and forth to ensure she didn't overflow that tub too. Minute after minute of faintly grunting and sighing was enough to completely rid herself of that feast. All that remained was the fat upon her gut and the milk that stuffed her udder taut. She was just going to have to take care of that one once she got home. Striding out of the bathroom without so much as a glance back at the chaos she'd inflicted upon that poor tub, she found herself slightly embarrassed to see Erin just up the hall, apparently on her way to the kitchen for breakfast. The mare glanced back at her when she heard those hooves and gave a little wink when she saw the cow's guilty expression.

"How'd it go?"

"Ah, well ... I did my best," Gloria explained, and left it at that.

"Don't you worry about it at all," came the mare's comforting response. "It's natural. The hubby owes me a favour after last night, and I think I know what it's going to be ..."

Gloria smiled and trotted past the naked mare to make her way to the door.

"Thank you for all your kindness. I'm sure I'll see you around."

With that, she cast one last knowing look at the lovely horse, one with just a hint of hunger hidden beneath her docile, friendly expression. Off she went, up the path and down the sidewalk, with much more of a bounce in her step after relieving herself of such a heavy burden. She was one fat, happy cow around town, strolling down the street with her trophy fat wobbling with every step for all to see. It was perhaps for the best that she took her leave right then rather than linger any longer. The gift of milk could be her way of apologizing and thanking her hosts. It was the tastiest after a meal like that, sure to satisfy the palate of those two lusty horses. Even with them knowing full well who'd been churned to make it taste so sweet.