Mariana’s Duty
Chapter 1: Stranger Danger

A calm breeze blows through the woods. Woods being a bit generous in name. It’s more like a continuous field, littered with trees. Trees and bushes as far as the eye can see. In one of many open fields, the grass joins the bunch, resting as it reaches up towards the blue sky miles above. Another cool breeze blows by, flowing them in the direction of the air. It’s almost as if they wanted to tag along.
There’s an old saying that goes, ‘if a tree falls in the woods, and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?’ The grass is always there to experience the sounds heard. Frankly, it’s quite uncaring to that answer. So calm, the grass in this field gets to enjoy its peace, free of attention for most of its life. Not that the plants mind attention exactly, they just go with the flow. As the wind dies down, the blades calmly float back to reaching for the skies once more unti-
*Press*.
Suddenly, a big bony hoof, slams the light and tiny green into the dirt below. Completely out of force, it’s practically paper to the monstrous animal above. Weight transitions as the hoof leans back, and then forward. Until the relatively massive pressure is released. Crumbled up like a bad haircut, the blades of grass slowly crawl back upwards, bent and out of shape. The problem with being grass is that besides random strangers stepping on you, you don’t have eyes. Crippling back up into their form once more, not only did they not see the horse coming, they also can’t watch it calmly walk away off into the distance. Tail swaying and head bobbing as it calmly trots along.
Shoulders and hips each take their own turns rocking. Flat like a table except for the dipping curve of her spine, the mare’s left shoulder dips left, as her back hip dips right. Then like a see-saw, they switch with the next step. The calm breeze is nice to the mare as her long milk chocolate like nose lifts up to take it in. Smelling the fresh air, she basks in the cool air which washes over her short muzzle hairs. Behind the back of her head, her darker haired mane flails like a calm rockstar. Almost black, it’s equally as dark as her tail, which slides off to the left like a flag.

Not stopping, she trots along the open green field at a nice casual pace. Kicking four legs forward in switching intervals, the dirt and grass below does a great job muffling her heavy footsteps. Unsure if intentional or not, her short mostly brown hair also does a decent job blending into the tree branches, bark, and even dirt that surrounds her. She may be a smart horse- muchhh smarter than the average horse- but she was also smart enough to glance out into the distance periodically. Large for a mare, that just meant Mariana had more meat on her bones for tempted predators.
Mariana; with nothing but her thoughts, she thinks back on how she got that name. So long ago, back when she was but a mere foal her owners gave her the title. They were a nice bunch, caring for her as she grew alongside them. One day she looked up to the 20 something year old human, and eventually she looked down to the 20 something year old. With a big wide chest- strong enough to bulldose most mammals- she had to lower her head around that level to get the head scratches she so much enjoyed. But what came with a lack of intelligence at the time, came with a strength in instincts.
Sensing something was viciously wrong, she ran away that faithful day. God, what was it? 3 years ago now? She reflects on when things changed. Unknown to her at the time, Kaiju were an occurrence. Not common, but also not unheard off. Whatever monster it was that stomped along, treating houses like the blades of grass underneath her, she didn’t know much, but she knew she had to flee. Leaping over that white fence, she was gone before her owners even had the slightest idea what was coming. Their calls still ring out in her memories. At the time, she didn’t even know the words they shouted even meant anything. Even now, she can’t really remember what they shouted.
Up on a hill, the cool breeze is more consistent, flowing through her hair like a river. Not as muscular as a stallion, her still strong neck looks up and out into the distance. Like the incoming sunset, the tall cracked and broken skyscrapers decay far off in the distance.
Whatever beast it was, destroyed just about it all. To be fair, it was a small city in the grand

scheme of things. But it was still once a city no less. The humans inside it didn’t fare well at all. Fortunately for her, this horse lived far on the outskirts in her rural farm land. Not like many horses live in cities anyway. Her owners were just unlucky that whatever kaiju it was, decided to use their land as a street. At least for her, Mariana found some luck when all was said and done.
Still not fully sentient, what happened is still a bit of a blur. One moment a sound caught her attention, and the next moment she was oddly investigating it. She didn’t know why she did when most horses and mares would run, but for whatever reason she did.
Approaching the pained pleas, she eventually was greeted with the sight of what looked like a human that was trapped underneath a big tree, fallout from the whole ordeal. Even back then, Mariana’s personality shown through. Unable to form sentences in her mind, she still couldn’t help but help the strange person. Using her horsepower, she was able to get the fallen wood off of the pained girl.
Low and behold, she didn’t just save any person. In reality, the damaged girl turned out to actually be a fairy. Not just any fairy, but one of the Shobijin of Mothra in fact! While panicking at the sight of a giant moth flying over at her, the Shobijin’s happy and caring personality helped ease the concerned mare’s stress. So grateful for the mare’s aid, the odd being pleaded with Mothra to show kindness in return. Low and behold, that kindness came with the gift of intelligence. Low and behind, full sentience.
A bit of a double edged sword, Mariana couldn’t help but feel. Yet all in all, she was still grateful. Quite the adjustment at first, she can’t help but enjoy the unusual lifestyle. Especially in small moments like this. Moments where she can just enjoy things as they are. Just enjoy the calm air and beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, the trees off to her right shift more than usual. Strangely, the breeze remains calm. Prying her eyes from the city remains, she looks down the hill and off into the treeline.
Curious, her front right leg hesitantly steps out and stomps into the dirt as she scans the

shadowed area. Not exactly the ‘small moment’ she thought it was, Mariana didn’t realize it yet, but she was soon going to experience the second, possibly first, most impactful day of her life… What am I doing? She scolds herself, jogging calmly down the grass covered slope. With
the only difference being sentience this time, again she just can’t help but investigate a strange commotion. I doubt it was anything, she tells herself. While the trees shook like bushes, she still didn’t even know if she simply imagined it. Head bobbing, she makes quick progress for a horse. But what if it was something? Her eyes glance up at the trees, before dipping down to watch as her hooves carry her body forward. After a full day of walking, she was not in the best condition to run away from danger. Hopefully she’s not leading herself right into a deathtrap. “Would be a bit of a letdown for a sentient horse,” she darkly jokes to herself quietly.
Knowing deep down she does it to possibly help someone in trouble again, she tries to convince herself it’s another idea that needs convincing: What, I think I’ll get lucky again? Is that why I do this? Double sentience! Her black nose flairs, as her head nods, clearly arguing with herself.
Interrupting her thoughts, a deep growl cries out, “Graaaa!” The grumbling voice freezing the mare in place. Mid stride a third of the way from the tree line the horse looks out. Oddly enough, this patch of the woods seemed to be more dense than anything she walked through prior. Front left leg out, her neck dips down as she scans, looking for signs of danger.
“Am I stupid?” She mutters out, feeling even stupider for how her words possibly made herself more obvious. As if I’m not already in the wide freaking op-
“Aghhhhh,” the roar cries out again. Closer now, whatever animal it is is clearly in distress. It sounds much worse than a grizzly bear. Much like with the fairies, before she can even scold herself again, she gallops into action… Then the mental scolding makes its irritation known.
Slowing down, her long nose pokes into the woods border. The sun is still up, but low towards the ground. It’s almost golden hour. Visible, everything is just a bit darker than the open

field she just had the pleasure of basking in. Head scanning inside like a satellite, her pointed brown ears cup, ready for sound. Yet it’s her eyes that pick up the strange creature first, as eventually, a grey blob appears in the shadows.
Wiggling like the ocean, the mass moves in place. Confusing at first, a long, multiple jointed arm move, helping tell Mariana the creature is rolling over. Soon enough, much stronger than her hooves possibly can, they slam into the dirt. Exposed on its back, revealing the rest of the animal above. Eyes closed, head looking up, and struggling through labored breaths, is none other than a MUTO Queen!
Unsure exactly how she knows this, Mariana suspects it comes from the knowledge Mothra shared. Not always in the know, she always feels an almost sense of familiarity when seeing other Kaijus. As a sentient horse, she’s wondered if she counts as one now. But this isn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts. Lying back, jagged mouth gaped open, is one of the worlds most deadly killers!
Grey mixed with an almost fleshy sand in color, the lengthy creature’s chest rises and falls slowly. Shock reducing, without prior knowledge even Mariana can tell it’s breathing shouldn’t be that short, nor that strained. Looking like it just ran a marathon, it rests on its back with all limbs parting open and apart like a starfish. Eyes closed, its head is triangular in shape like a spearhead. Jagged, it looks just as hard as the rest of its body. 6 limbs, each more than capable of wrecking a car, flop out and practically sink into the dirt below them. Knowing each one is capable of impaling, punching, or even throwing the mare, she still approaches as cautiously as she can.
Like a fox approaching its prey, the giant horse doesn’t carry the exact same grace as it hunches forward, approaching its possible predator. Its mouth looks like a dry cave, surrounded with jagged rocks for teeth. Each breath that blows out of its jagged mouth, sounds so alien, yet so familiar in how it struggles. The reason for this becoming quite apparent, as on its chest and

underbelly, covering the grey scale like skin, is the natural matt red of blood, unnaturally covering its body.
“HUWEEEZEEE,” almost looking up at the lying down creature, the MUTO exhales out as if it had the black plague. Now only 8 or 9 steps away, Mariana stops, simply watching the creature struggle with her neck stretched out. Unsure exactly what to do, her pointed brown ears follow her head side to side as her nostrils flair in nervousness.
Ohhhh what the hell-what-what-the-hell to do-what’s wrong with it? All her thoughts seem to crowd one another, almost competing to be heard. The heavy breathing of the small giant continues in the background as her shoulders fidget in concern. Tail slapping out to the side not once but twice in a nervous tick, she hunches forward as if she can hide in the open. Maybe it’s the sentience, but most would never imagine a horse being able to just look so nervous.
Glancing at it with a side eye, her head stretches far off to her right. Rotating like a clock, the nervous mare tries to look out behind herself. A couple rows of trees, and then the open field calls to her beyond. With a slightly greater tint of yellow, it’s almost like it’s the home she never had. Through nerves again, her tail flicks out, momentarily waving over the setting. Then it falls back out of view behind her ass. From her view, her own relatively round middle, and slightly leftwards protruding backside feel like it’s closer to safety than she is.
A part of her thinks she should call out to the creature she faces away from, see what’s the matter. The rational part tells her it’s not your problem, and that she should let it handle its own problems. Teeth almost revealed itself under her flappy overtlapping lips in stress. So caught up in her own thoughts, she doesn’t even realize that the creature's breathing has slowed.
Get out of here! It looks hurt. Not your problem! But maybe I can help? Her eyes shift to the woods to her left, and back to the dark short hairs that carpet her body so much on the right. You could die! It could die, so frustrated, she turns back forward looking at the dirt below her.

Neck hunched forward, the internal battle continues, what if that was me? What if you were- her eyes flick up reflectively and back down, it’s next mea-, suddenly, her mental anguish stops.
Eyes daring back up, stare out big wide eyes, as she’s met with the returning gaze of the creature.
It’s looking right at me. Overcomes any fight or fly response, she freezes! As if left in a freezer for the past week, every muscle stiffens rock solid. Funnily enough, it’s almost as if her insides were made of this creature's outer shell. Even her tail seems to resist the gentle breeze, hugging itself tightly along the middle of her rear.
“OOhh, it’s just a horse,” the creature rumbles, calmly blinking before its jagged head slowly turns to face up again. Eyes somehow the size of the mare, with its body being twice the size overall, slowly close ones again. That is, until the right one peaks open again in confusion. Looking directly back, it looks at the mare once more.
It doesn’t run? Intrigued, the creature can’t help but notice the horse has taken to remain. “Why don’t you run equine creature? Unless… ha ha ha, come to feast on my remains, have you?” The laugh is pained as the monster manages a joke in its condition. Said ‘friendly mouth’ able to the horse's own face any day of the week.
Feeling the nerves reduce, Mariana finds the time to speak up. “N-n-no sir,” if her legs weren’t strong like that of a tree stump, they’d be shaking just as much as her voice. “I just wanted to check in on you. You ughhh, you don’t look so good.” With a soft voice, moderate compared to most of animal’s, it’s still much higher than that of the beast she stands before.
“Sir?” Without eyebrows, its eyes widen as if it had the hair on its body. “While I appreciate the kindness, I am not one of no sir ha ha-cahhh*,” a strained cough interrupts her slow laughing, sounding like a pained hippo’s yawning. “Ughh,” the small yet still relatively big kaiju catches her breath, “sorry about that. I’m struggling a bit here at the moment as you can likely tell,” her eyes look down at her bloody and jagged chest. Not jagged like her

rocky skin, but jagged as in the bumps and holes that litter her. Softer than her rock hard outer body, her breathing shows movement the rest of her hard body doesn’t allow.
“What happened?” The horse’s tail flicks behind it with a mix of nerves and interest.
Leaning in slightly, she shows actual interest.
The beast takes some more big breaths to fill its big lungs. Collecting herself, eventually she answers the horse with one word, “humans.” A moment of collecting follows as the horse already understands. Off to the side of the kaiju, the horse looks down, slightly lowering her head in thought. Round lips begin to part from her flat teeth before she’s instantly interrupted as more words follow the bloody monster.
“Resting… a group of them snuck up on me. I was… ughh excuse me, I was lying on my side, with my soft underbelly exposed like a fool. Big guns for, *huff* -for their size fired. Startled, I awoke and fought. They did a tedious number on me… but trust when I say I did it ten times in return,” those last words growl out like an angry wolf. Even for a MUTO queen, the amount of blood did look a bit excessive. Probably not all hers, the mare assumes.
The creature continues, “I had them beat. At one point… I even had one pinned below me. More than half dead I, asked the one pinned below a simple question; why? Terrified, it was his cowering frien- *Caoughhh* pardon me, that replied.” A few breaths take their time going in and out. “‘Bounty’, he had spoke. Cowards… I would have burned them with my glare alone if I was Godzilla. *Huffff*-ing bastards. But, unfortunately, that was my mistake. Unbeknownst to me, his friend readied his rifle. Below me still, underbelly completely exposed, the gun banged once more.”
The monster looks up as the leaves sway in the air above. With a relatively small yet long snout aimed at the creature, Mariana’s pupils slowly rise before the voice darts her attention back down. “Of course I tore him and his friend to pieces. Between the two of them, I consumed four halves he he-*Huffffff*... but it seems that shot was my undoing…

It was the one that broke the great MUTO’s back. The damage…,” her eyes look down to her damaged and torn chest. As if someone dumped a barrel of blood over her scales remained stained, “-had been done.” A long slow exhale slides through her dry nose. It sounds as hard as the mare’s hooves.
Feeling more comfortable, the mare carefully walks forward with a question “Are you dying?” The question sounds harsh, but Mariana doesn’t know what else to say.
Rolling grey and red chinned head points diagonally just above the approaching herbivore. “So it would appear,” she replies, glancing back towards her beaten underbelly solemnly. Now only 5 feet or so feet away, any of the massive animal’s long arms could easily clamp over Mariana. Just a horse, Mariana’s only defense was using her hind legs to kick, or for fleeing. Coincidentally, both options involved using her legs, just neither one would work here.
Pity buries its way into the mare. Kind hearted, not one to leave another animal to suffer, she figures she should offer some form of help. “Is there anything I can do?” While smart and sentient, her voice clearly shows she’s no doctor.
“Heh heh heh,” the resting creature oddly chuckles at that. Middle left arm, looking like it belongs to that of a grey crab without the claw, bends over. Poking out before joining back towards its body, its hooked end rests over the kaiju’s bloodied upper belly. Above the creature's jagged hips, said exposed middle slowly rises and falls with each breath, lifting and dropping the hooked hand as well.
Actually paying attention to the monster in front of her, vs focusing on safety, Mariana notices two similar yet smaller arms, coming out from where the animal’s bare chest is. It’s quite alien and strange, compared to her four legs, snout and tail. “How could a horse like you help a dying MUTO Queen like me?” The question brings attention back, not even sounding like a question. “Unfortunately, this might just be the end of us.”
Us? Mariana stands tall on four stretched legs, as her eyelids shift slightly.

Again the creature rolls its head over, looking at the horse's own which barely looks down at her. “You appear much kinder than the humans, do you know this? Actually, I don’t know of any animals that would dare approach me like this. If they weren’t trying to shoot me, *Huffff*, that is,” its voice seems to echo over itself as the small eyes look off to its right.
Half the trees remain calm, as the other half shimmy in the distance. Sun trying to poke through the foliage, it’s almost hard for her to see the horse next to her. Still however, the silhouette of the animal has plenty of color and details. Black nostrils above a spot of pink where her lips are, the mare’s mouth aims directly at her, closest of the bunch. Up her long nose, a small white diamond of hair practically tattoos itself, before leading into her calm eyes. Furthest away, pointed brown ears swivel and shift with a sentience of their own.
Looking down the animal’s frame, its small yet strong long legs remain straight, held up by rock-like hooves at the bottom. Medium brown hairs cover every inch of the mammal, keeping it cool and protected from round shoulders, to round rear. Half the size of her, the MUTO can’t help but focus on the middle of the horse some more. Middle, naturally round all year long, horses are actually quite big animals in the animal kingdom, she notes. Not as big as a creature like herself of course, but they are some of the biggest earth creatures out there.
Middle, looking as heavy and wide as compared to the MUTO’s slightly larger yet skinny frame, she starts to think up an idea; Maybe possibly you could help me…
“Actually…” Mariana feels a slight relief wash over her. Unsure of the reasoning, watching those eyes scan over her frame like a detective in approaching levels of awkward silence, threatened to take away her comfort.
“Actually what?” The mare’s long mouth opens, eager to find an answer, but most importantly, eager to help the battered creature. Clearly her worry for the MUTO passed even her own safety.
“Can you turn for me?”

The question is odd. Going to ask why, she’s interrupted as the creature groans, stifling another cough. “Ugh yes, ok ya yes sure,” while talking, she looks side to side quickly as if she’s doing the simple action wrong. Bending and lifting her long legs, she prances in place, rotating slowly. “Is that better?” Bouncing still, she now faces sideways, parallel to the kaiju’s own body.
Taking in the site of the side of the horse, the full form of the large mammal is as clear as can be. Unclothed as any other animal, there was more the Queen might need to see, but this will do for now. Mouth uncharacteristically closing, the large head shifts side to side like a bird, looking across at the proud mare in front. Just as before, the mare is tall, long, and quite big.
With a girth between her upper legs that should damage a car, a wide firm middle, and noticeable mass held by her back legs, there’s quite a bit of meat on this one. Not in the way she would typically look at meat, and not as big as herself of course, but this big herbivore probably weighed some 1500 or even 1600 pounds.
Hard grey head nods, it seems the ‘ultimate predator’ may have found something after all. “If you’re up for it,” the creature looks at Mariana with almost pleading eyes. A bit taken back, it’s quite the unusual look from the deadly monster. “I think there may be a way… you could really help me.”
“Gladly, whatever you need,” the caring horse replies, looking at the creature earnestly . It leaves the MUTO wondering if all horses would be this kind hearted if sentient, or just the one that turns back to face her once more.
“Can you,” for a monstrous voice, it’s strangely quiet for what the mare has grown used to. “Do you think you can, care for my offspring?”
Offspring? Mariana’s eyes dart up, quickly scanning the forest as if there’s a fire to be
found.
“No,” the voice swiveled the worried mare’s head right back to it. “Not out there,” its head looks down towards its beaten belly, “in here.” Smooth with trails of blood over it, there doesn’t seem to be any signs of pregnancy.

So much so, Mariana can’t help but ask, “you’re pregnant? What am I supposed to do?” Then her voice dips with the last question to a level similar to pity, “Will it die with you?”
The creature takes a moment to reply, liking the mare’s own questions. “In a way similar to how you carry your young, yes I am,” the creature slowly breathes between needed breaths. “I need you to care for it. Nurture it, so it can grow into another MUTO Queen such as myself.” The horse’s eyes turn back to the some grey showing underbelly, confused on how she’s supposed to do anything about this. Lower area hidden over the curves of the creature’s crotch, it doesn’t seem like anything's going to be born anytime soon.
“But more urgently, I need you to hold her. Allow her to grow inside you, as she would me.” Mariana’s head recoils, side-eyeing the beast, even though she looks directly head on. Her mouth goes to open, before the MUTO Queen continues, “It may be rough… even for a queen like me it is no easy task, but you seem large and strong. I believe if any creature in these woods can, *huffff*... it would be you.” There’s hope in those final words.
The hope pulls at the caring mare’s heartstrings like an instrument. “What do you mean hold her? Grow inside me?” The words are clear, but things still just don’t make sense. Mariana can’t help but wonder, how do these kaiju work?
“I’m lucky you’re of a female such as myself,” Matilda gets a pretty good idea of the other ‘animals’ own idea. “Would you mind doing me another favor, and turning for me, once more?”
Feeling the weight on her as if the creature were trying to ride her itself, the mare obliges. Turning parallel to the grey once more, she can’t help but dwell on a word that was recently said a bit more; Lucky. Happy to help, not having said yes or no, she already feels guilty. Slowing down, as a part of her expects, she’s directed to keep turning. Long nose starting to look over her shoulder, she obliges. Hooves lifting and turning in lifelong developed changing syncrosy, less of the creature becoming visible to Mariana by the second. Until eventually, she

faces out towards the open field once more.Unable to help it now, she knows her naked ass is facing the creature's head.
Both parties in the same spots still, the MUTO Queen looks at the horse’s new view.
Now, it’s the other end that looks back. Massive round brown haired orbs boulder on both slides to her. In the middle, a dark brown hairy tail hangs low, stopping between the back of her knees. The end of the broom-like strands stop only a small foot or two away from the female kaiju’s face. Able to practically make it wave like the wind with her breath along, the horse's large ass looks back almost emotionless. That’s a good sign, the queen notes how big the mare’s ass is, and how much the animal’s cheeks each protrude like two stiff yet swollen fleshy orbs.
The sight would be more than intimidating to most animals, even stallions, but not to the kaiju. In range to easily rip apart the large what would be a typical ‘meal’, its arm calmly bends back, lifting up to do something else. Elbow bent completely next to the back of the horse’s knee, the curved claw aims back out, inches away from the long limp tail in front. “If you don’t mind, I’ll need to make sure you’d be suitable to host.” Slightly different to the breeze that seems to always blow, Mariana feels her tail oddly shift out of her control. Wiggle within the crevice of her backside, it seems to lift away. Working its way upwards, gravity no longer hangs it, as her tail slides over her left asscheek.
The mare’s eyebrows tighten with nerves. Suddenly feeling completely naked, her tail remains held over to the left. That is until, not caring about decency at all clearly, her tail is tossed. Same as one would toss a bit of clothing, it’s flicked forward and hooked over that same round left asscheek. Her bumping haunches seem to do the trick, catching it so that it rests near her back, preventing it from sliding back down to how it was. Able to flick her tail, she could theoretically clench and wiggle it back to how it was pretty easily, but she thinks it’s better to not waste her or the bloody monsters' limited time.
Closer now, the MUTO Queen looks forward like she’s investigating a mirror. Standing calm and sturdy in front, the horse’s naked rear remains high and tall, looking back now

completely exposed. Fuzzy looking hairs carpet the round mounds the same as before, but now, like a new part of a map unlocked, there’s something new. Directly in the middle, with the creature's own facial cheeks appearing to line up with the outside of the mare's back ‘cheeks’, she stares directly at the bare slit in the middle.
No longer covered/protected, it rests in the open air. Vertical, the mare’s pussy, black and closed, sits exposed. Dark brown until it’s basically black, it squishes like a pair of closed lips. Same as usual, it’s hard to imagine this organ is always sitting there, just blocked off by some simple tail hair. Typically hidden from the outside world like a treasure chest all creatures try to hide, it almost doesn’t feel right being this out in the open.
From just below the bottom of where the hairy tail grows out of the mare's lower back, all the way down until the beginning of the mare’s brown underbelly, dips a crevice in her body.
Between the two rear orbs, it’s as dark, if not darker than the tail and mane beyond. The coloring blended partially from the dark hairs typically buried inside, but primarily from the now exposed vagina. Dab in the middle it rests, taking up most of the crevice.
Closed, its outer border appears wrinkly before blending into the horse's skin all the way around. Well, with exception to the round donut shaped anus that now pokes out from up above. Round and puckered, it seems to barely grow out of the top of the mare’s rear. Serving a different purpose, the MUTO Queen decides not to be a prude and waste any more time looking at that part of her.
Returning to the site in question, bundling ‘waves’ of the mare’s skin seem to grow slightly brighter in color as they leave, going underneath the same milk chocolate hair that coats the rest of her. Like shifting shades, it’s only at its darkest right where the lips run up and down. Slightly wrinkled with almost small ‘veins’ cutting into it all over, with exception to the bare butthole above, the mare’s vagina is definitely the darkest part of the entire horse.
“Can you stretch?” The Queen glances over the haunches, even though she doesn’t see anything but branches and sky from this angle.

“Excuse me??” It’s here that Mariana finds her sense of almost injustice. Lifting her chin, the Mare has half the mind to storm off at that moment. Yet oddly enough, she doesn’t move an inch otherwise, still leaving her ass open and right in front of the ‘investigator’. Glancing to the side yet not looking behind herself, she hears the large creature rolling on the dirt. Shifting her pupil to the absolute corners of her eyeballs, she’s able to just barely make out the creature rolling back almost to how it was.
“What I mean is… to handle one of my offsprings, let alone birth one, you’ll need to be able to stretch. Underbelly,” the mare begins to turn back around to look at the now sideways creature once more. The creature gestures, “-and exit.” With a failed flick, and a repeated second flick of her tail, the mare is able to slide it over, allowing it to fall back into place. Once more covering her ‘exit’, she finally feels decent once more.
Distracted with the words, the mare replies, “you want me to carry your child, like I’d carry a foal?” Mariana blinks twice in succession, “like a pregnancy?” Strange as the idea is, it seems to be what this lengthy animal is implying.
“Yes,” surprise, apparently she was right. The claw-like limb slides down the creature's underbelly, rubbing below where its belly button would be if it had one. “It is but a mere egg as I hold it. However, it will- *wheeze*, need to change from this form. In order… to become a Queen, it needs a warm safe place that can nurture it, allowing it to grow, safe from the outside elements.” While she coughs less, Mariana doesn’t see her weak voice as a sign of positivity.
“It is but my last chance. Another MUTO Queen is needed to replace me and grow strong. You’re no MUTO Queen such as I, so it will be a harder journey for you than most. But you are large, and big,” is that supposed to be a compliment? Mariana tries to think positively, “I believe you may be one of few creatures capable of handling this mission.” I mean, I’m no fatter than the average horse, the mare glances at her curves, dwelling on that thought some more. “Are you up for the task?” Just like that, the Queen finishes.

Mariana’s head swivels back forward, yet drops to the grass in front. Can I? She asks herself, am I really up to the task? Her eyes rise, seeing the creature in front. Still bloody, the grey of its skin seems to have grown slightly lighter. That’s not a good sign. “Of course I can,” she thinks her last thought out loud. Always one to help others over herself, she still hasn’t actually really decided if she believes her words yet.
An uncharacteristic smile seems to cut its way up the rock like face of the creature. “Wonderful,” is all it says, before leaning right and down. Slowly and shakily, the Queen attempts to roll onto its right shoulder, trying to get up.
Backing up, Mariana feels her concern boil up again. “Wait- what are you doing?” Clearly this animal’s shaky limbs, and sluggish movements were not healthy. “You shouldn’t be straining yourself. You should be resting,” three steps away, her tail flicks with nerves behind her as her snout Neighs a huff of smoke.
Not stopping, the creature's top left arm comes around, connecting heavily with the dirt. This is soon followed by a light scraping up her limp middle left arm. Hunched forward, it’s the Queen’s turn to look at the dirt. “I need,” she takes a few heavy breaths, “to give you the egg.”
“No wait,” the mare steps closer, “let me make it easier for you.” Her eyes look between the creature's upper arms, and sideways resting lower half. “How do we do it?”
Chest rising and falling with each huff, the creature gets out the words. “Oviposition,” what? Sensing the horses confusion, she explains, “similar to one of your stallions.” The Queen nods her head down her body, “I will have to penetrate you.” Following the MUTO’s vision, the mare’s eyes begin to slowly widen. Excuse me? At the same time, another ‘leg’ begins to form between the creature's lowest legs. “And then I can deliver my egg insid- huurrr-,” grunting, the creature goes to climb up once more before she is interrupted.
“Stop!” The mare shouts quickly, not enjoying the sight. Quickly trotting down the creature's body, her hooves seem to almost ‘clomp’ on the dirt. “I think I can-,” standing over the grey bloodied animal, she looks down at the growing member. Like a rod it extends upward,

grey and luckily unbloodied. Almost like an insect mixed with animal, it’s large and firm, with an almost ‘c’ on the end. As if it was some sort of predator itself, the four curves surround a fleshy inside. Pink like the inside of all animals, it seems to slowly inflate as well. Grey outside, fleshy inside, the site is quite odd to the mare. While its underbelly is supposed to be its weak spot, this is as vulnerable as a foal's belly. Creature still huffing beyond, Mariana takes in view. Most likely made for other MUTO’s, it was definitely BIG. How big do their foals grow? A nervous thought forms.
“You’ll have to carry her… for 6 months.” Forgetting she never finished her own sentence, the mare continues to stare at the new ‘leg’. Thank god I’m at least a horse, she imagines. We’re made to handle the entire girth of stallions but this… Still growing the site of the shadow maker, makes one of them look like a donkey. “For that long, she’ll be able to live off the nutrients of her egg shell. After-” can I really handle it though? Once more she winces, imagining trying to actually fit the whole thing inside her rear. Sure her vagina is supposed to surround it, but it feels like it could chew her up. Never having even had sex before, she never even experienced the pleasure of a small stallion. Glad it’s finally at least slowing down, Mariana continues to look it up and down in worry as the MUTO Queen explains something else. “... protect it for 8 months. It will need meat during this period. Then, she should be free to be released into the wild.”
A few moments pass as Mariana continues to look at the giant firm rod. Rock solid, she’s unsure if it or her own body is experiencing tremors. “Is that understood?”
“Huhh,” startled, Mariana’s head looks up and to the side. Zoning out she didn’t even realize she was only staring at the upwards pointing pole. Second doubts grow like the member as she questions if she can really do this. Like going on a scary roller coaster, this ride is definitely intimidating. “Yeah yeah sorry,” she looks to her left, still sensing the presence of the large object to her side. “Switch to meat after 6 months and protect her for 8 months after,” she nods confidently, trying to act like she wasn’t just ogling the beast's crotch.

Satisfied enough, not having too much time to question, the creature nods a quarter of the speed of the mare. “Very well then,” huffing in place a moment, she looks down and then back up. “If you still think you are up to the task… I would actually like to take you up on your offer. Your assistance would, very much… be appreciated with this part.”
Long brown covered skull swivels back to the kaiju’s new limb. Worry about the mare’s abilities begins to grow, it’s almost the size of half of my leg! Risen like a small tree, it’s long and definitely filled with girth. “Yeah yeah yeah,” her head rises and drops with each word. She steps over a fallen tree stretched leg of the creature, to get in between this and its other one. Where they connect, things seem almost a mix between alien and animal. But of course, besides the gooch of the creature, the obvious above keeps her attention. Tabling over the lower right leg of the beast, she nervously looks down at the grey.
Noting the clear nervous expression, even if she wasn’t a horse herself, the MUTO Queen’s head turns. Yet before she can say anything, Mariana awkwardly nods once more, proudly proclaiming, “Not a problem!” She tries to sound cheery, rocking in place a few times more than necessary before turning.
“Just gonna ughhh,” her tail sways side to side from the motion as her large rear blocks most of the Queen’s vision again. Right now, it seems to be her only layer of protection. This thing's going to split me open, she figures. Farther ahead, just beyond the MUTO’s lying body, the creature watches the large ass that prepares to sit on it. Mare, looking back over her shoulder, gives a final nervous smile. “Sit on it!” She finished her nervous sentence, as if that plan wasn’t already obvious.
“Much appreciated,” the Queen leans back into the ground out of view. Erecting her dispenser takes up quite a bit of her limited remaining energy. Lying down, she can’t help but feel grateful she found such a caring animal. Looking up once more, she thinks back, I hope I didn’t feast on any horses during my day.

Back horse legs rise and fall in place as her hooves never leave the ground. “Ok you can do this,” she whispers like a coach prep talking to herself. Head cracking side to side, it’s like she’s stretching for a marathon. “Just gotta get loose, just get loose,” eyes closing, she whispers, trying to bask in the thoughts. With each sentence, she slowly bucks her rear forward and back in preparation.
Even now, while the creature lies down the pointed rod reaches close to her nethers.
Running against the outside of her hairy tail, it reaches the mare’s underbelly at its highest point. Breathing deeply, Mariana can already practically feel it in her stomach.
Long brown left leg shakily steps back. Almost pinching the grey skin below, she’s relieved when her right leg doesn’t bother the kaiju either. Now directly above and hovering in front of the animal’s skinny crotch, her ass hovers above. Big and massive compared to the rest of the animals that explore these lands, her brown hair covered ass still manages to eclipse what’s below. Worried about how the hole in her will fair, she at least still did have a large butt. Partially blocking the sunlight, it looms, each side firm and round. At least larger than the massive flagpole below it, unfortunately that’s not exactly the size comparison that matters. Tail slightly leaning in the breeze, covers what’s really going to need to handle all that size.
I’ve never even taken a stallion before, she dwells. Having not been bred on that farm, it always felt a bit too odd to do now. Being sentient and all sort of changes things when free. The other stallions, as feral as ever, only seem to ever think with their own ‘members’. Unfortunately for her, she’s going to have to speedrun to the largest size available.
Hooves shifting in the dirt, the moments linger. It’s almost like she’s afraid to jump into the water. Just go for it, she tells herself, figuring it’s now or never. “Ok,” she calls out, but she doubts the words even reach the queen, “here goes… nothing.” And with that, she takes the plunge. Legs tighten as her knees bend, and her hips shimmy down.
Lifting her tail as much as her reflexes allow, the good thing about the creature's ‘member’ being so big, is how it’s able to not only push her tail off to the side, but continue to

hold it out of the way. Too quickly it pokes through, ready at her back entrance. Girthy as she imagined, the firm fleshy rod presses against the insides of her ass cheek. So much in fact, she’s not even sure if she’ll be able to get it through her vertical crevice. Let alone get it through her dark gate. Wiggling her ass some more, similar to her tail, she slowly uses the rod to spread her cheeks. Allowing it to poke through little but little.
It feels oddly cool against her backside, and surprisingly a bit… fleshy. Shaking her ass side to side, it doesn’t take long for it to reach its target. “Shhh,” similar to how someone would react to entering cold water, she feels it actually pressing against her back lips. Head on the other side of her body, it’s like half her senses focus on the one new sense.
It doesn’t just poke against her lips, but it really seems to press AGAINST her. Round and poking, it almost feels bigger than her closed pussy. As intimidating as it is, it also gets a weird part of her almost excited. Unsure where it comes from within her, it doesn’t seem to be a part of her conscious mind. Like wanting water in the desert, something in her feels a tiny hint of what can be best described as some sort of ‘itch’. It’s like she’s working towards something she should be doing. Nervous as hell over what could happen, something inside her loins seems to oddly tickle, encouraging her.
Squatting a bit more, she feels the pressure growing. Yet still, with it practically being the same size, her lips aren’t able to part. Tickling her now, she tries to squat and sit on the rod some more. Come on, just get in a little bit, she mentally encourages, glancing down at her bare right chest. Wiggling her massive rear side to side, it’s quite the odd task she has at hand. Held between her massive naked rear, the hard rod only follows her lead, remaining pressed against her vertical slit. Not just pressed, but with growing pressure as she tries to get her pussy lips to open up around it. Irritation almost starts to bite, come onnn, I can do this. For once, the motivation is about something she actually tries to accomplish, vs merely talking herself up.

Swaying her hips, she feels herself growing warmer. Almost tender, the MUTO’s member doesn’t feel bad against that part of her. Still unsure of the risks, she wants it to feel good deeper inside. Bucking her hips slightly, she tries to sit down once more.
“Ahh,” delicate still, she loosens, rising back up reflexively. “Come on get in there,” she mutters as her rear presses back down. Not wanting to keep the Queen wanting- who begins to grow worried she won’t fit inside the mare- with the help of gravity, Mariana drops her ass down with a bit more force.
Like butter, slowly her rear grows wider as her dark and almost black lips begin to separate. Growing a bit damp, it’s almost like a wet *slicking* sound reaches the mare’s ears. As if the feels weren’t enough, it seems to confirm something is going on over there. In sequence, Mariana feels herself beginning to open up in ways she’s never experienced before. Feeling oddly probed already, it only encourages a tiny feral part of her. Sinking down and opening her ass bit by bit, her eyes seem to match as suddenly, she parts.
Inhaling sharply, the rod penetrates her mare pussy lips like a snake swallowing a deer.
Dropping down slowly like an elevator, her insides suddenly go numb. Losing control in her back legs, her hooves are desperate to find traction as they struggle against the ground. So overwhelming, basic motor control suddenly becomes a challenge. A desperate one at that, as she doesn’t even want to know what would happen if she were to actually fall on her ass.
Twitching, her bent knees kick and buckle for balance, barely holding her upright as her naked ass slides down further into the ground. “Oh my godddd,” she can’t help but groan out as the massive rod penetrates her. Shaky, even the lungs buried within the massive mare’s chest seems to shutter.
Diving deep into the cramped, warm and moist tunnel of the mare leaves her feeling like her ass is ripping apart. Almost painful, it’s a delicate balance between holding herself together and enjoying it. Yet funnily enough, that primal part of her grows. Too excited from this completely new feeling, even though she’s still adjusting to half of it, she already wants to start

riding as much as she can like a cowboy. Still adjusting however, all she can do is lower her head and close her eyes for the time being. Rear shaking, the long snout focuses on taking shaky breath after shaky breath.
Acting cool is the hardest challenge yet, let alone impossible right now. Never having experienced anything remotely similar, she didn’t know her vagina could feel so good. However, with her insides separated and actually stretching around the rod, the borderline painful sting of how massive it is isn’t ignored. Sure she was a big horse, but even the inside of her glutes felt like they were being separated on the inside. Sliding deeper through her body, she feels like it’s going to come out her mouth like a xenomorph.
Bending spine, her sturdy rear bumps back to make things easier. Sure the ‘line of sight’ of her arch feels like it should be better for her tunnel to handle, but with the cock so large it didn’t matter what she did, it was going to be a battle regardless. This thing inside her was huge, and she was going to need to just hold on for the ride. Luckily, she rises up to the occasion, this is a fun one. With that she slowly slides back down, swallowing the tube into her own wetly stretched tunnel inch by inch.
Completely out of her control, her tail twitches and flicks periodically. Practically it feels like every part of her, except for the one filled with fires of pleasure, are out of her control. Good thing that doesn’t matter too much. All that matters is simply lifting and dropping her ass up and down, and handling what opens her open tunnel.
So stretched, it’s almost firm inside to the MUTO, as she manages to separate just about all of the ‘give’ available. Pressing in deeper and deeper, she definitely is opening the mare up. Enough so that even the orbs of her rear press against the MUTO, giving a nice add of wet pressure.
I’m doing it, I’m doing it, the mare’s eyes close, lifting her pointed face up in the air.
Getting broken in, Mariana’s actually shocked at how much more manageable it becomes by the second. Still too much to make her even want to burp at times (feeling like it’s pressing against

her inner organs), it’s like she’s breaking in her own personal glove more and more by the second. Sliding closer and closer to the ground, things become more and more apparent that the horse's vagina can in fact handle the MUTO’s ovipositor.
With relief in place, slowly the stress in her shoulder deflates. Sitting down on her new favorite seat, her neck stretches out forward and dips with her muscular shoulders. Barely looking at the woods with clouded eyes now, shallow breaths continuously work their way in and out. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but oh by god she was. Growing steamy, her long nostrils grow and shrink through flaring wet black nose. “Ohhh yeahhh,” her whispers have turned into moans as she continues to ride. Sure she’s been a bit more ‘reserved’ since gaining sentience, but now she doesn’t care about any of that. Experiencing this entirely new sensation, now it’s just a matter of letting her privates do what they’re meant to do.
Hearing the distant loud breathing of the mare, the MUTO Queen glances an eye up. Slightly lifting her head, she watches the mare rise and fall against her body in the distance. With her member about 3 quarters of the way disappeared inside her rear now, the used sponge-like wetness tells her that the mare seems to be doing alright. Of course her face was hidden behind the wall of her rear and back, hunched forward somewhere behind the massive brown body, but the way she humped and groaned with effort betrayed any doubts of how Mariana felt.
Good, the MUTO thinks, she deserves to enjoy herself. Glad that the once clearly nervous horse was handling her girth just fine, the MUTO Queen finds her own self able to relax. It’s tight inside, with a pressure that doesn’t stop pressing against her own member, but she fits and that’s what matters. Not one of the Kaiju’s own species, it was going to take some time for her body to feel comfortable depositing the egg, but the mare was doing the right job. Hopefully she can handle me all the way down to my base, the Queen rests some more, that will definitely make delivery easier.

Not minding the stimulation herself, she continues to watch over and make sure things go according to plan. Clean from streams, yet dirty from weeks of being in the wild with no clothes, the brown haired ass seems to look back at the MUTO when being pulled back up. ‘Mouth’ full from what the MUTO feels, it slowly, yet as quick as it can manage, grunts back down, swallowing up the now slick grey member once more.
The lips of the pussy look just a bit thinner, wrapping around her pseudopenis in a nice round circle. Clearly the mare’s vagina is stretched and wet, doing its job great! Hairy tail slapping against the mare’s thinner haired ass, as the mare continues to grunt ahead, lost in the sauce. Sliding herself up and down with an audible *slick*, Mariana clearly enjoys the Queen’s member like the intense work out it is. Front shoulders forced forward, pushing back with her long front legs, she was really putting her strong heavy back into it. Strong being quite noticeable, as even the MUTO Queen grows surprised over how much weight presses back, thrusting into her.
Floppy lips flop inside the bobbing horse’s snout as the Mare bites onto herself. Unable to sweat, she feels herself beginning to swelter as her front legs straighten into the dirt, pushing her mass back with force. With a part of her cervix protesting, she drops herself down inch by inch with each hump. Oh it feels so good, as her crotch just basks in the pleasure.
Uncharacteristic of her, she even lets slip a feral “Neiggghhh.” Quickly followed by a rattling blow of her nose. Normally one to contain her instincts, her lidded eyes can’t even worry about focusing on that right now.
“Errraah,” the mare’s face visibly tightens as she tries to fit more of it deep inside her.
With fires of pleasure deep within her loins, new parts of her she didn’t even know existed reveal themselves. The grey pole has just about even reached her cervix now. Rough and delicate, that itch from before there is still there, always craving more. Whispering in the back of her mind, it tells her ‘hilt the MUTO; take it all’! She’s a big horse, a big mare, but rocking body and head forward and back with each hump, she still doesn’t know if she can. Stretching deeper

every time, she doesn’t even know if the ‘pueudopenis’ is coming from below or above anymore. Yet still, with each growing ‘squelsh’ of her wet pussy, her teeth bit her lip harder as her tight back legs manage to bend down just a bit more.
Basking in the amazingly new stimulation, she feels like she could live like this forever. Already, even though she’s still a few inches above the grey body below, a drop or two of her inner moisture has begun to even dribble down, glistening down towards the base. Gaping open, filled, and showing bits of pink flesh when she drops, the middle of the horse’s ass continues to swallow it all whole. Almost like a donut, the once oval shaped vertical slit, wraps around the disappearing grey similar to a capital ‘O’. It’s only the very top and bottom ends of her pussy crevice, that contain her clitoris on one side, and the area the skin blends into her asshole on the other, that show a different dark part of her naked ass. Left and right, her skin wrinkles around the filled opening, before diving underneath and blending into the rest of her ass hairs.
Slowly, her vagina wraps around, reaching lower and lower. Decelerating, it keeps trying to swallow the rest of the rod, and reach the bottom. Hanging, her tail already now lays on top of the creature's underbelly, before curling off to the side. Wrapping against the grey in its own way, it just barely tips against the grass. Still and unmoving over here, it relaxes as its host (the mare’s naked middle it usually covers), rises and falls behind it. Slowing down, it struggles its way lower, like a fat kid swallowing a sausage.
Inches away from taking it in completely, it feels like her belly button is being pressed from the inside. So sensitive, she can practically feel the bones in her hips, as they slowly work her down. “Come on come on Come On,” she growls like a coyote, sensing her bare ass is hovering just about there. Unable to help it, she lifts one more time, sharply inhaling through her nose. Then once more, she drops over her living dildo, pressing down into the MUTO on like it owed her money.

The large yet surprisingly firm ass that once eclipsed the creature's bottom half, now looks down, determined to rest on top of that same bottom half. Grey rod has just about mostly disappeared inside her rear’s heavy weight. Surrounding, the short hairs reach for their goal below as her wet bottom mouth stretches, swallowing over the pole downwards all the same. It’s so wet and slick it seems to steam as if it were 100 degrees. And so open, it seems to fight for its pleasure-filled “meal”.
Inside, so large the object within, remains tight inside the narrow and practically black cave. Smooth and wet, the walls surrounding press against, lapping up the sensation. Ready to soon deliver what it’s meant to, it slowly travels towards the womb.
Separating her hips as far as physically possible, she just loves the way it stabs her so very deeply. Thick as well, it’s like the entirety of her long cavern is one big button being pressed. Unable to take it much longer, damp ass hairs in the middle of her left and right cheeks sense the body below. Practically there, she decides to let go, and finally sits down.
“HAAUUH-,” a quick inhale shakes as she spears herself. Numb as can be with pleasure, every nerve inside her special area fires off like the fourth of july. A bit harder than she would have liked, it definitely stabs her further up her body, but at least she’s still in one piece.
Stiff as an arrow for a moment, she just breathes in and out, concentrating on staying together. Slowly, her innards adjust with her to her new seat, far unlike any she’s ever experienced before.
And just like that, I did it! Mariana fit the entirety of the MUTO’s member, inside her mare vagina. Even her clit seems to tingle on the outside, in front of it all. Taking up a good chunk of her body, she remains anchored from the inside. Similar to earlier, her large pelvis slowly adjusts. After about 6 seconds, with it still feeling like it’s in her throat, her insides continue to demonstrate that they can in fact handle this strange ‘stallion’. Relaxing on tip toes, her muscles in her glutes loosen, allowing her cheeks to spread over her seat like an ice cube melting.
Turning into stiff jello, in a weird way she’s lucky this creature is twice her size. With a soft

underbelly, it really feels like an odd yet comfortable fleshy seat. Skinny for a MUTO, it’s just wide enough for her round orbs to rest against. Instinctively rhythming her hips like a slow heartbeat, her wet insides still manage to carefully enjoy the wet pole inside.
It’s a delicate balance, one that she’s pretty sure leaves her cervix open as well, but it’s one she’s able to manage. Her long mane turns to the left as she attempts to look over to the side. Head slowly passing beyond her shoulders, she looks just beyond the outside of her left rear. Just a bit inside of the edge of the grey body, her but curves, resting above the living grey below it. Said grey is hooked by her tail, which points down at the bend grass below.
Those hips she uses to sit with, still riding forward and back instinctively. Albeit a bit more now that she has broken in her pocket to this new situation (for what should hopefully be the last time). Putting all of her weight into her seat, her head comes back around, dipping underneath her chest. Looking down her underbelly upside down, her own fleshy and soft belly bobs up and down as his hips hump. Firm, her gut isn’t as moldable as most mammals. Yet ‘above’ and beyond it, in the darkest area, is where her attention is focused.
In the shadows, between the inside of her thighs and hips, is the lowest point of her underbelly. In other words, her bare crotch. Curving into her backside like the cliff off a beach, she can’t see the part of her that is her backside. Neither can she see her hole; the part that enjoys this so much. Instead, it’s just her curved short ‘fur’ that seems to rub against the grey skin below. Resting on top of her open pussy, there’s not the slightest bit visible of the massive hog that she buries within. So packed, she’s surprised there’s no some sort of ‘belly bulge’, at her thinnest point. Just above her crotch on her underbelly, it may be her narrowest area, but again, it makes sense. She was still a big horse and as much as it threatens to tear her apart, she still grips it inside her tunnel after all.
Unrelenting, she presses her damp crotch into the creature's own, continuing to feel over the firm flesh inside. Rolling forward and backwards, she’s sure to probe her insides in different ways as different parts of the dark skin outside of her pussy takes turns pressing against grey.

Sitting the front of her seemingly normal crotch down, it's like she’s trying to merge her own short hairs into the creature.
“That should do it,” she hears a voice call out from the other side of her body. A part of her screams inside, having been reminded of what she’s doing and to what, but this all just feels far too good for her to give the slightest fuck. Typically nice, polite, and dainty, this new experience feels like a once of a lifetime opportunity. So much so, that she doesn’t even worry in the slightest when that same voice calls out, “it’s coming.”
Oh shit, the words in her head don’t sound as concerned as they probably should. Still focusing on the task at hand, her head points straight down at the dirt below. Getting ready to take in the egg, however small it may be, she slashes her ass over the impeding rod with force. Giving the rod everything she got, her lower half feels as open as ever. Wiggling, humping, and grinding her ass over the disk, she breathes like she’s at the end of The Kentucky Derby. So caught up in getting her delivery and pleasure, she’s taken back when she starts to actually feel the egg moving.
Clearly bulging out the rod inside, suddenly something round enters her doorway. That’s big! She clenches her teeth, clearly not expecting something as strange as this. Traveling through the rod, it’s gelatin and moldable, allowing it to spread out not only inside the rod, but inside the narrow horse vagina as well. With such pressure surrounding it inside the creature's ovipositor, there was only the smallest bit of shape changing wiggle room possible as it’s forced up the small tunnel. On Mariana’s side, there’s definitely some resistance, but her insides just instantly cave in. So dilated, she wetly grips over the forceful added girth. Right inside her doorway, it feels good, but things feel ‘different’ as the growing sensation doesn’t stop there.
Humping consistently, her motions slow down, as she inhales her lungs sharply, adjusting to the new feeling. She's used to the pleasure going up and down, but this only seems to go up up and up. Rising deeper, traveling further, it presses against the tight ocean of numbness. Not stopping, it seems to defy the rules of this entire sex act. Traveling deeper and

deeper, it even seems to pass some sort of arbitrary limit. Breaking the rules of her vagina, it presses her button firmly, and with that, it’s like a switch is flicked.
Suddenly, somewhere deep inside elsewhere, she feels a new sensation. Like a wave, it boils up, rising like the egg somewhere else down below. As if her whole vagina, inside and out just got a full deep tissue massage, everything changes with a brand new invigorating numbness.
Craving it, needing more, the mare’s hips buck. Seeming to quiver a moment, she starts humping with needed veracity. The egg, reaching the deepest part of her rear tunnel would typically be too much for her to enjoy, but now it’s like her body just wanted to be absolutely assaulted. Vision going blurry, her front hooves to try to bury her ass down into the other creatures with everything she got.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” an unusually high pitched moan escapes, as her long nose seems to howl at the sky. On the other end, the base of her tail seems to slowly lift upwards, rising even higher. As the egg bulge disappears, filling and dispersing it into her womb completely, the wave reaches its boiling point within the backside of the mare’s body. Insides assault the massive rod, allowing it to try to tear her insides apart through the peak of pleasure. Wet and horny one moment, suddenly the horse “Neighhhs” out of control into the open air, as Mariana squirts.
The pleasure is absolutely intoxicating. Not just something she’s never experienced before, but something she can’t even begin to process. Everything buried within her overwhelmed sensitive area is just pure pleasurable bliss. Numb and sooo sensitive, it’s like she just lets out pure fluids of literal pleasure from the front of her rear. Created herself, her own personal juices squeeze out, wetting the lowest part of the body she sits on. Shaking, tremors shake her shoulders and wiggle her ass.
In tangent, she feels something deep inside her underbelly fill her up. Like a wet balloon suddenly inflated in the darkness of her body, it rests, pressing against her womb’s wall. Riding along within her big round underbelly, it rubs somewhere between imagination and real

sensation. Mind a bit elsewhere at the moment- with that ‘elsewhere’ being her fully porked pussy- there’s no doubt now that the egg was now fully inside her. Locked inside, there was no turning back, the dead had been done. Connected to the tunnel of her vagina and outside of her pussy, she’s unsure if it’s adding to her climax, but it definitely doesn’t take anything away.
Slowly, her strong orgasm begins to die down. Not wanting it to end, the wet front of her crotch continues to *squelch* the rod inside her around. Inevitably, lasting some 15 seconds, eventually the squish inside her hairy ass begins to sound off less and less. Rocking her hips once, the next movement is one out of reflex. Seconds pass before she bucks her naked ass one more time, until she finally stops.
Huffing, the mare rests, breathing deeply. Grateful to already be in this position, the mare sits out of needed rest vs sexual pleasure. Almost panting like a dog, that took a lot out of her- besides cum. Still filled up to the brim, the limb remains deep inside her body, but she just tries her best to ignore the huge intrusion for the time being. An impossible task, but still, she feels too completely worn out to even want to shift it anymore. Violated and beaten internally, post nutt clarify was beginning to teach her a lesson, as the numbness shifts her ribs. No, not that the rod is that deep inside her, but she still feels compelled to suck in and shift her chest to adjust her sensitivity. Just taking it easy as much as she can, her bare, wet haired and frankly now a little smelly ass sits against the creature below with seemingly twice the weight. Pussy lips still wrapped around the member. To Mariana it’s still a quite odd yet almost comfortable seat.
“Fffeewwww,” her nostrils bubble, as she catches her breath some more. Lifting her head up, she practically talks to herself, “I don’t know what came over me.” Panting breath sounds almost tired. On top of her head, her mane falls over the side of her neck as if even the hairs on her wanted to sleep. This was one girl that was going to sleep like a rock tonight. “I’m ugghhh-,” she tries to think of the words, “excuse me, I’ve never done anything like that before.” Tired, her words are barely loud enough to be heard.

Big brown hips try to narrow her legs in newfound nervous embarrassment, before the ‘anchor’ inside tells her to keep her hips gaping and open. Pressing out from the inside, her legs listen to the protest and separate open once more.
Careful not to disturb her beaten and sensitive private area- that’s still stuffed like a turkey- she turns her head down once more. Pressure against every part of her lower belly, she realizes the urge to shift her chest was because of the large new mass inside her womb. “I ughhh, think it worked though,” her belly looks about the same size, yet it somehow appears to look swollen.
The Mare's head shifts to look behind her. It’s almost as if 200 pounds are hooked around her muzzle, as it appears weighed down by her own lack of energy. With a smile on her face, it slowly starts to diminish at the sight. Looking beyond her sitting body, the creature lays out completely on its back. Head now off to the side, resting against the dirt, its eyes are closed again. This time however, it doesn’t even seem to wheeze.
“Hello?” She calls out, making to turn around. Ass still locked in place from sensitivity, it’s a rough and awkward shuffle, but ungracefully she at least manages. Carefully ‘stepping’ over the other limbs with her front legs, she balances her weight on her large ass until she’s completely around. It’s a good thing she managed to break herself in at least, otherwise this would be a near impossible task if not fully sitting down. Shuffling awkwardly into place, her hooves diagonal over the creature's underbelly, as she now looks forward at it. Quite the odd perspective to any passing animals, this definitely isn’t how you’d typically see a horse, or any animal for that matter, with one of these deadly animals.
“Miss…” I didn’t even get her name, “are you still with us?” She leans forward, but the almost scrape of the member inside keeps her in place. Now not cloudy with overly horny hormones, the realization sets in about how not ready she was for something of this size.
Having just finally no longer been a virgin, this was definitely a bit much for a first timer. I feel like I’m actually going to split in half, her tunnel does its best to contain the massive rod.

Fortunately, things in her tunnel grow a bit easier, as the creature's ‘cock’ feels like it’s starting to deflate.
Upset that it’s over, she’s more upset at the loss of a newfound friend. Clearly, the creature had succumbed to her wounds. Horse head looking down at her own underbelly, this time her eyes actually remain on her round middle a bit longer. Seeing nothing but her smooth heavy middle, she senses the change that has happened inside. Firm yet gelatin, the newly implanted egg rests inside her womb. It’s likely still balancing on this deposit-tator thing inside.
Able to notice it now, she realizes how big it must be. Wanting to even widen her, she’s fortunate her belly is strong enough to remain as is. ‘It’s a mere egg’ my ass… Literally! Even her cheeks feel sore.
Not only does her underbelly feel like it wants to be pressed forward, but her sides and even spine deal with a little more force than expected. Gripping the egg all around, she can feel it taking up any empty space within her entire insides.
I’m actually pregnant… the world begins to feel slower. Her long snout continues to aim upside down at her seemingly normal round curved underbelly. One of these MUTO Queens, her head lifts to the dead creature twice her size that she sits on, “is going to grow inside me”, she finishes her thought outloud. Knowing it won’t reach that size inside her, the thought is still quite a bit intimidating. Unsure how big it could get, worried of it literally exploding out of her lower middle worry her. Unfortunately, holding the giant egg inside, there’s no turning back now. With no insanely long hands or help of any kind, she couldn’t get it out of her body now even if she tried.
Having agreed to the opportunity, she figures it wouldn’t be smart to worry. For now, she just needed to hope her body could handle it as it grows. For now she just needs to hope that a mare’s body, particularly hers, is strong enough to withstand the growing force of one of these grey creatures inside. Not only that, but hopefully ‘she’ doesn’t kick or anything too much inside.

Still having a far too big MUTO ‘cock’ inside, for now she can only imagine how big her new ‘foal’ will grow.
Not wanting to ‘ride’ this dead creature and disgrace it anymore, her hooves dig into the dirt around the MUTO. Crawling forward, the spear in her has already at least deflated to around the size of a typical stallion. Still almost as big as it was, and frankly a bit much mind you, but definitely more manageable. Like pulling out a big hot dog, slowly more of the grey limb reveals itself as her ass rises. Seeming to come out of thin air from her dark pussy lips, the mare continues to work herself into a standing position. Carefully raising her ass, the limb within seems to snake on and on forever. Only when she’s almost completely upright does it momentarily catch, before the last of it slides out: Wet and slick with moisture.
Practically being spit out from the still moist middle of her naked ass, it dangles and flops a bit comically in the air. For her end, the pink open vagina slowly begins to close. Having had more than enough ‘pleasure’ for one day, less pink becomes visible, as the dark brown lips and rear close once more. Relaxing back into shape, her backside lips close once more, as her raised tail lowers itself. And just like that, it covers her nasty pussy once more.
Feeling her ass return to normal, there’s actually a legitimate relief felt with how her tail covers her once more. Missing the joy, but glad it’s over, she’s had more than her fill for the night. Sun beginning to set, she figures it would be best to head elsewhere. Nothing else to do here, might as well leave the MUTO Queen behind for whatever scavengers may pass. If another Kaiju were to come, she didn’t wanna take a third chance. The one inside her is the last one she needs to see for the time being.
Careful not to step on the body, the mare's four long legs delicately trot off to the side. Walking a bit odder than usual, her pelvis still felt like it was bruised open slightly. That’s going to take some time to adjust. Weak in the backside, it was going to take till morning before her sore rear healed she figured. Luckily you don’t have to deal with any of this, she glances to her

round sided belly, directing towards the MUTO egg inside. No, it seems like Mariana was stuck doing all the dirty work, while holding the egg deep inside her dirty area.
Yet that workout wasn’t the only reason she had an almost ‘limp’. Held down by an added inner weight, it’s going to take her a few minutes to get used to no longer only carrying her own weight inside her belly.
Belly held secure yet feeling like it wants to sway a bit, she felt completely filled up inside a place never felt before. Like eating 250 pounds of food, it was all compacted away in a different part of her, completely stuffed. Deeper inside the previously inexperienced pocket, the entire egg presses against every wall of her dark fleshy insides. Front to bottom, even her tightly closed cervix now deals with the pressure of containing what’s inside. It’s enough to even cause her to tighten her tail momentarily, squeezing her ass muscles as the soreness inside continues to adjust. Stuttering with her next step, almost painfully catching herself, it was clear that no she wasn’t imagining it, she definitely received her delivery.
Flicking her tail up above her rear, and instinctively clenching her ass cheeks one more time to help adjust, she looks off at the now corpse to her side. “Im sorry I got a little carried away,” she says with shame in her throat. The guilt is there as she looks down. Fortunately, she’s helping a lot more than whatever the bad is in that. That gives her solace.
“However, I have her now.” The left side of the mare’s round middle looks off at the resting creature. It seems to *groan*, and rumble quietly as either her digestive tract deals with past eaten hay, or as her womb adjusts. While in a nice pocket, one thing the offspring will have to deal with is being completely surrounded by the inner workings of a horse. Sounds and movement at all times will continue to press and rumble inside every part of the mare’s body as it does its job. Most wiggles and shifts being unconscious to Mariana. Dark and within the fleshiest bag possible, if the intestines, livers, and you name aren’t on one side of the MUTO’s egg, they surround it on the other.

Outside in the fresh open air, Mariana gives her final words to the corpse. “Don’t worry, she’s held in safe hooves now. I’ll take care of your offspring from now on. For 6 Months…” she thinks back a moment, making sure she remembered things right. “I’ll let her grow inside me.
After she eats her shell, then I’ll give her meat for the next 8. Afterwards, she’ll be free to be let out, and roam on her own.” With a confident long neck bow, the mare gives her respect.
Turning and trotting away, her long tail waves to the old MUTO Queen behind the large rear. Inside the parting horse's body, is the MUTO Queen of a future. A bit smelly and even sticky underneath her tail, she at least catches her dignity back. Enough so, that one wouldn’t think she just rode a MUTO Queen like bullring, giving it her raw pussy with everything she had.
Approaching maybe a half hour ago, the mare now leaves with a new ‘accessory’. Held deep inside her ass, pocketed within her womb at the other end, is the large egg. Red with something inside, is a creature that is no foal of a horse. Soon to grow into one of the deadliest predators in all of the land, it remains bundled up, sealed away inside the dark bobbing insides of a hairy horse.
Even if the tail wasn’t in the way, it would be as dark as a winding cave 80 feet down. Blocked off by layers of thick horse muscle, guts, skin and hair, no light penetrates the mare. Tight, yet snug, the egg remains safe and secure, able to start growing just as equal as if it was inside its natural host.
Confidently, the clothless mare passes the tree lines, walking as it did in the open field beyond. Now careful of a stretch that takes place in her underbelly, a bit closer to her rear, her hooves sink into the dirt a bit more than earlier- to the dislike of the grass. So confident in each stride, one wouldn’t realize there’s still a piece of dignity that she left behind.
So caught up in the moment- of the growing member at the time- she misheard the MUTO Queen. Yes she understood that the MUTO inside her would eat its shell for 6 months, before needing to be protected as it moves on to meat for the next 8 months. That part was not a problem. The problem she missed was the very important misunderstanding. The fine detail

that the MUTO Queen inside her was actually meant to be birthed after 6 months. She was only supposed to protect it, scavenging meat for it over those next 8 months. She wasn’t supposed to keep it ‘safe’ by locking it inside her womb- away from danger- for those 8 months as well!