Macro horse hot-tubbing

Macro horse anus hot-tubbing

It’s been a few weeks since Operation Swallowtail, when you and an army of two-thousand captured the macro mare and stallion who’d been rampaging through the kingdom.  They devoured acres of crops at a time, crushed villages for fun, and used castle courtyards as toilets, laughing about it.

Now they’re bound in chains so massive, each link took a team of eight horses to pull to the site of the trap.  Using a natural canyon and sly camouflage that took months to arrange, your forces led the equine couple into a massive pitfall, then bound them in the largest chains and yokes ever conceived.

Many of the soldiers humiliated the pair in various ways over the last few days, their methods often lewd, but a few of you actually have designs on the two behemoths.  Perverts, deviants, sure, but when’s the next time you’ll have an opportunity like this?

As soon as the sun sets and the bulk of the watchdog crew beds down, your pervert brigade gives the stallion some slack, and tugs the mare down onto all fours…then angles her, pointing her well-fed ass up in the air.

The stallion snorts, the gust like a brief hurricane, and his cock drops in seconds, the lewd slither of it growing forth louder than a rushing river.  He splatters his mate with dozens of gallons of lusty lubricant, then stuffs her ass full of his neglected, aching meat.

We watch, mostly silent, fondling ourselves while the pair moan and buck, the wet sucking sounds of plush equine pucker clinging to throbbing stud-dick bouncing off the sides of the canyon.  When the stallion cums, sweat flying off the tips of his mane, the mare whinnies, raising a cry of protest from the sleeping camp.

We pull the stallion’s chains taut again, using the epic system of gears and pulleys meant to magnify our efforts.  After a long heaving moment, we manage to pull him free of the mare, leaving her ass upturned, a puffy chalice brimming with dense, creamy semen.  The last few spurts from the stud spatter her ass and dribble down her thighs.

Now the first four of us strip, and ride a basket down on swaying ropes, alighting on the expanse of mare ass.  We clamber over the huge, thick rim of her anus, and sink down into the fertile mess she’s been pumped full of, relaxing neck deep in it.  We pleasure ourselves in this sexual swamp, listening to the frustrated mare moan, her nectar dribbling to the canyon floor.  Every time her massive pussy winks, the squelch echoes off the rocky walls.

A shout of warning comes from the walls above.  Someone has a bad feeling…something reflected in her eye in the inconstant torchlight.  None of you are done yet.  You redouble your efforts though.

Abruptly, the soft, pliable rib of her anus soars above your head, before you realize it’s more that her depths have opened up beneath you all, rectum swallowing men, women, and spunk into deeper, hotter reaches.  As your mouth and nose fill with stallion goop, you see the stars disappear, her fat sphincter cinching shut and sealing you in.

You’ve become nothing but a gesture of rebellion…and a warm, full feeling in her belly.  Slimy intestines ripple around your body…someone’s feet brushing your face…your own toes touching someone’s hair.  You’re all fighting, beating the cocooning flesh with fists and limbs.

When she cums, you all know it, muscles clamping down around you all, squirting you yards deeper into the soft greasy labyrinth of her bowels.  Darkness is claiming you…just as you shake and twitch in orgasm.