your hand reaches out for the tail but you only graze it, your small body falling to its doom. even in the air the thick stench of what lies below you penetrate your nostrils and drill deep into your skull. a sense of dream washed over you like a wave, sending chills down your spine. somehow, you felt exitement in a sexuall manner at the thought of being buried in the stallions waste.
this moment lasted only a second, and soon you were buried face first in the fast yet sticky remains of some hores dinner. the excrement seemed to stick to you like the hand of a drowning man. the first thing that hit you was the terrible smell. you had gotten a taste of it from the stallions fart, but this was simply a terrible upgrade of it.
you could just barely make out the stallion rising its tail above you, ready to relieve itself of what must have been an enormous meal. you could only barely move, but if you dashed for it, you might escape before this turns monumentally worse.
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