FEEDING (?)
You raise an eyebrow at the word written there. The horses were fed everyday, and never has feeding them taken up more than an hour or two. So why would did they tell you to write it down here? From the question mark following it, seems their prior self was just as confused.
You mulled it over for a few second, before you remember when they had made you strip to your underwear, cover yourself in oats, and then forced you to lay still as Jackie slurped up the feed covering your body. Could it be something like that?... You found yourself not quite hating that thought.
Sure, you had been disgusted before, during, and for a few days afterwards. But as time had ticked on, you had found yourself thinking over that experience more and more.
You could remember near every part of it in almost perfect detail. How Jackie's licks had started off light and reluctant before growing into ones long, drawn-out, and needy. How she had paused in her slimy tracks after uncovering your crotch, starting down with an undiscernible expression at the underwear that kept it hidden from the world beneath a thin layer of fabric, before returning to lapping up the reaming feed. How she had taken her sweet, sweet time cleaning your face, and how even when not a single oat remained she continued to explore every nook and cranny of it, as if trying to etch it into her memory forever.
How, when the deed was done and all that coated your exposed parts was horse saliva, she had held her face hardly a hair's breadth above yours. How you and her had stared for what felt like hours into each others eyes. How hot air from her powerful nostrils washed across your face with every exhale she took. And how, perhaps most of all, she had slowly, softly, opened her mouth unbelievably wide right in front of you and held it open for what felt like forever, granting you a view you recalled with a rising heartbeat.
That pink, saliva-soaked cavern; that hot, dominating breath; those teeth; those ridges; and, of course, that long, wet tongue that guided you towards the darkness, the abyss: her throat.
Her almost waiting throat...
Then, just as softly as she had opened it, but much, much slower pace, Jackie closed her mouth. You locked gazes again, but you couldn't quite tell the kind of intent that was swirling in those mesmerizing orbs.
You can't remember how you had felt in the moment, but now... you were so unsure. You couldn't possibly want to be eaten by horse, even a horse as amazing and as gorgeous as Jackie, but why did you have dreams of it? Of that day, but one where that open mouth came down instead of closing, led you in your entirety into that warm, waiting abyss, and sealed you inside of her forever? And why is your heart beating so madly at it all?
You slap both your cheeks gently to bring yourself back to reality. Regardless of your feelings or whatever this 'feeding' on the schedule might be, you had better get going. Last thing you want is your lateness to be punished by your shift with Jackie being taken away and being possibly assigned to Glitter instead.
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At the stables, you quickly find out what exactly the 'feeding' is.
It's...
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