Nothing But Horses and Vore

"What do you mean, 'support this diet'?", you ask, with a tinge of disgust in your voice.

"Regularly 'feeding' animals to the horse should keep it extremely healthy. Most owners tend to feed them either farm animals they already own, or wild animals they manage to catch. Alternatively, companies like the PPFE can provide small animals in bulk for low prices."

"What? You want me to actually feed my horse more animals? That's awful!"

The veterinarian paused for a moment. "You owned a dog, right?"

"... yeah, why?"

"And I presume you fed that dog, well, dog food? Food made of things like red meat, freeze-dried beef, the like?"

"Well, of course, but-"

"That dog food is generally made out of the exact same animals you'd be 'feeding' your mare. There's no real moral difference. The only question is is if you have the stomach to handle the... 'feeding' process."

You furrow your brow. "... I guess you're right."

"So have you made your decision?"

You lean back into the couch, thinking about it for a while. You look at your situation, and can't help but chuckle a bit. You can't believe you've found yourself discussing something like... this, so casually. "Yeah, I think... I'll support this 'diet', if it really has the benefits you say it does. I mean, at least until racing season is over."

"Excellent. I'll put in a word at the PPFE in case you decide to contact them. Is that all?"

"I guess it is, yeah."

"Well alright then. Glad I could've helped. Goodnight, miss."

You put down your phone, and sit on your couch, glancing occasionally at your television screen, spending the next few hours trying to comprehend just what you've gotten yourself into. Eventually, you fall back to sleep.

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You have
7 Days
until the big race!

Each animal you allow your horse to anal vore massively increases her health and morale! The bigger the animal, the better the benefits. Try to make sure she's as healthy and happy as possible to prepare for the race

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DAY ONE

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It was a bit late in the afternoon of a very busy day. The crops were all taken care of, the equipment had been maintained, the tractor fixed up, and all the animals had been fed... except one. You'd been watched her all day, in the corner of your eye. You'd seen how she'd eyed the chickens, and how she glanced longingly at the nearby forest that you assumed was her main source of prey. The husky from last night was a large meal, so it lasted her a while, but she was obviously getting hungry again, by now.

You leaned against against a beam next to her stall.

"You hungry, girl?"

She looked at you, as if she was surprised that you were even acknowledging her after what she did.

"Don't worry, Rosie. I understand everything.", you console the mare, "In fact, I'm gonna get you something good to eat right now. Just don't shove any of the livestock up your rear unless I tell you to, ok?"

She looked surprised for a moment, but then pleased that you came to see things from her perspective. She nodded, intrigued.

"That's a good girl." You smile, ruffling her mane with a hand, and walked off.

You considered the options the veterinarian advised to you last night. You could buy some small animals off the market, or you could just use livestock or wild animals from around the farm and save money, in the short term. What do you eventually decide on?