You were ready to become horse food, so you approached one of the horses, a brown mare it seemed. She was big, well-built, and taller than you. Once you got close to her, she lowered her muzzle to your face, where her big nostrils took a strong whiff of your scent.
"Hey there big girl. You hungry? Because I'm more than willing to become your meal." The mare's eyes widen once she heard you. Though, she wasn't against that idea. On the contrary; she opened her muzzle for a quick second, letting you stare down her dark and humid throat before pulling her strong tongue out and giving your face a quick taste lick.
You felt the rough and extremely wet surface of her tongue move across your tender face, leaving thick, slobbery saliva behind that smelled like chewed grass. The mere sensations of being threatened like a lollipop made your member rock hard, you couldn't wait to be treated as her lunch and gurgle deep inside her body with no alternative besides melting away into a nice gush of pudge, only for her body to turn it into a forever part of her equine ass.
The mare rose her neck back up, she stared at you with hunger in her eyes, obviously enjoying how you taste and definitely wanting to accomplish your dream of being her meal. Her belly couldn't wait to melt you.
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