A Creature of Mystery

A Creature of Mystery

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It was far too hot. Thoughts melted away under the sun, into a pool of pure emotion. Inhibition had no place in this fantastical realm, this dimension of feeling. The mighty solar god that had held the power over life for eons continued its reign, beating down souls indiscriminately. Ideas of the most abstract nature surfaced in the minds of those on the oasis of space; that which they had been keeping secret for all time, even to themselves, had little restraint applied to them. One such idea belonged to the mind of a young woman of 25, as she gazed upon a miracle of nature for the third hour. Lying back with outstretched arms against the trunk of an imposing cedar, her eyes were transfixed not on the field before her, but rather on its contents: a single, sturdy, sienna horse. The magnificent beast galloped through the open plain, thrust forward by powerful, sculpted muscles that never tired from even intense exertion, its mane blowing in the wind, restricted only by the broad, rigid neck that held its venerate head. To its observer, it was naught but sheer perfection. The woman brushed her face, knocking away a strand of tan hair that impeded her sight, and continued to watch the passionate animal. The entire time, she had studied the creature’s form, knowing it’s every in and out, it’s formidable body. The heat had removed any kind of inhibition from her mind, as her carnal feelings swelled within her, and she gained a more and more intimate feeling for the animal. She knew this was what must be called animal attraction, caring not for the species of the object of her current desires. Little could be felt but sheer want for the strength, the power, the soul of the beast, and the woman knew that she must be close to it, that she must...

“Collette!” The high and airy voice beckoned to her from behind, barely breaking her focus on the horse. “Collette! You out here?” Moaning slightly, Collette came into coherence just enough to respond. “Over here, sis.” A gentle thumping could be heard, echoing past the tree that separated the two women; the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. The sound eventually became completely clear, as it came to her side, followed by a somewhat heavier sound of the same nature; her sister had sat down beside her. Lazily turning her head, Collette saw the face of her sister glistening in the sun, sweat dripping from her forehead, covering her entire body. As if in response to this thought, her sister wiped her brow, flicking the sweat from her hand. “Shit, it’s hot out!” “Mm.” A small grunt was the only voice Collette could muster, still transfixed on the horse before her. “You been out here all day watching Ann?” “Mm.” Collette could hardly focus on her sister’s interrogation, even had she not been obsessed with something else. The heat was unbearable; she would have given a similar response regardless of the situation. “She’s beautiful, ain’t she? She’s Janette’s show horse.” The sisters watched silently for a moment, the wind caressing them, the earth, the horse. Collette was able, during this brief interlude from psychoparalysis, to snap into sync with the world. “You mean she’s one of the horses you look after?” “Oh yeah, she’s a real good girl, too. Never acts up, goes in the corner, finishes her food without throwin’ it all over the place. All the others are just little bitches about that.” Collette had not lost her desire for the horse during this brief period of sanity; her mind knew that she wanted to be closer. “Hey, Candy, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“When you next go to look after the horses, can I come with you?”

Somewhat taken aback by the request, Candice turned to face her sister. “You high or something?” she asked. “You never cared about my job before. Besides, Jan’s a real bitch about me bringing others around. Thinks it’ll spook the horses or something.” Collette’s unexplainable desire to be near the horse was far too potent for her to simply stop at this.

“Yeah, but I’ll be real quiet about it. And I’ll hide if she comes in.”

“Well… but I can’t just…” Candice felt this was much like dealing with a small child. She half expected the puppy-dog eyes to make an appearance. “Well… I guess you could come, if you do hide. The stalls are kinda small, but the walls are fairly high, so it wouldn’t be a real problem… you do know it’s my ass if you’re found, right?”

“Relax, Candy, I’m not going to be found. Don’t you remember when we were kids?” Memories of those days came flooding back to both siblings, the carefree summers, the endless joy. They used to go to their aunt’s house every August, playing in the fields, always hide and seek. The grass there was feet tall, and it was their favorite hiding place; it took forever for one to find the other. In fact, only Collette ever won, and only once, when Candice was sniffed out by their aunt’s horse; a horse that was a dead ringer for the one before her now… “You never found me even once when we played hide & seek. And you had experience. Y’think this Janette ever played anything in her life?”

Candice broke into laughter. “You’re right,” she managed to squeak, half doubled over. “She’s such a bitch, all ‘When you’re done, I want to be able to see my face in this stick up my ass’.”

Collette was laughing as well, but she knew Candice must have been hysterical. After all, she was operating on second-hand information; her sister actually had to deal with this person. “So anyway,” she chuckled, “Can I come along with you?”

Candice’s laughter had just barely subsided by this point. “Well, I guess,” she managed to say. “But you better use all the skills you had back then and more if she comes in.”

“Oh, I can do that, no problem. My hiding powers have increased tenfold since that time.”

Both sisters broke into raucous laughter once again, the jovial sounds reaching for miles around, and Ann continued to run ever onward.

****

The sisters reached the property of Janette after a long, arduous journey of well over a mile. “Jeez, Candy, y’sure this is the right way out of the desert?” “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to come in the first place. I thought you knew I walked here.” Collette could feel her feet throbbing. Walking on gravel was a bit different than what she was accustomed to, and the heat today didn’t help matters either. She was normally the type to drive even short distances, though she always kept a slim figure. “It’s just the gravel; it punches right through my shoes! I may as well walk barefoot.” Candice gave Collette a tiny slap. “Ahh, you’re just a wuss.”

Approaching the barn, the two quickened their pace. Janette was clearly out; her car was nowhere to be seen. All the more reason, thought Candice, to make this as swift as possible. If they could get in and out before she got back, there’d be no problem whatsoever. They strode across the parched grass toward the horse’s container, reaching the barn not a moment too soon. Collette was about to pass out from heat stroke.

Once inside, Candice was struck by relief and shock simultaneously; Relief at the cool air that refreshed her very being, and shock at the new environment. The stalls that had once given refuge to the horses were no more. In their place was now a metal substitute, a set of bars that fenced in the horses. Realizing what this meant immediately, Candice pleaded with her sister. “Sis, maybe this isn’t such a great idea right now… maybe you should go back.”

“Are you nuts? I came all this way in that heat, there’s no way I’m going back when we’re right here. Besides, if I can’t hide, all I have to do is get out before she comes in, right?”

“Yeah… and she’s out anyway… but she always comes into the barn first thing when she comes back home.” Candice looked around, searching for a place to hide her sister. “Shit, you know it’s my ass if she comes in here and sees you right? She said I was never supposed to bring anyone else in here or I’d be fired. Fired! I can’t get fired from this job, of all jobs.”

“I know, but sis…”

Candice felt a growing irritation, as she knew there was no way her sister would give up on this so easily. She knew her much better than that. “All right. Look in there, in her stall. You see that door?” Collette became transfixed on the horse once again as she looked in, and knew her desire had not faded. With a slightly odd twinge, she also realized that her desire was not bounded by species or gender. Tearing her gaze from the form of beauty before her, she glanced in the direction her sister was pointing. “Yeah, what am I, blind?” “Alright. What I want you to do is, when she comes home, get your ass out of here as fast as you can through there. Don’t let yourself be seen, ‘kay?”

“Sure, I gotcha.” Yanking her keys from her pocket, Candice quickly jammed the proper one into the lock, twisting at the same time. The lock was the same one as had been used before, a rusted padlock that had been there since before she was even hired. The door swung open on the removal of the lock and smashed against the perpendicular wall, sending a loud bang throughout the barn. Ann, standing at the end of the stall, did not flinch from this, and fortunately, all the other horses were outside at this time. Candice was meant to care for only Ann these days, and she was happy to do so. Breathing a sigh of relief, Candice approached the mighty horse. “Shh, it’s okay, don’t worry… good girl.” Collette shuffled over to Ann, still mesmerized by the powerful beast. “See, she’s a good girl. All the others are such bitches about the littlest things, like last time, Elle just wouldn’t…” Collette’s mind had drifted into a stupor, now unable to hear the ramblings of her sister. She gazed upon the horse before her, her want still lingering, and her desire still aflame. She reached out to touch the beast, and her hand was met with fur both coarse and delicate at the same time, and she stroked that fur as though it were the object of all desire. In turn, the fur caressed her hand, returning the feeling. She turned her gaze to the head of Ann, and she saw, if only for an instant, a glint in her eyes, just the tiniest signal that she felt the same. Collette’s eyes blinked involuntarily, and when they opened again, her vision had come back into focus and the head of Ann had turned away. She realized she must have imagined what she just observed, but it simply seemed far too real. The memory was still burned in her mind, almost hauntingly. She turned down and back to Candice, who had not yet finished her spiel. “…so anyway, she’s still plugged up, and she’s going to the vet tomorrow. I guess it serves her right for backing up like a jackass when we tried to get her in the barn. So anyway, you about done here?”

Collette was still only halfway conscious to the world; the horse had her attention captive. “No, I…” Candice rolled her eyes. “Alright, I get it. I was the same way when I first saw her.” Candice lifted a flake of hay from through the bars, and marveled at the relative ease as compared to the big wooden walls that had been there prior. “But get out of here quick, I’m not getting fired for something like…” She heard a sound coming from outside, a most terrible sound that chilled her to the bone. The sound of gravel crunching, and the low hum of a vehicle.

“Shit! Shit!!” Candice began to panic. Grabbing her sister by the arm, she yanked her over to the door that led out from the back of the stall. Shaking the knob, she furiously twisted it, throwing all her rage into opening the door. Despite her efforts, the knob refused to turn; the door refused to open. Throwing her entire body against the solid portal, Candice fell back onto her rear. Her attack on the door had gone in vain, and it remained closed. “Shit! What are we gonna do?! I can’t get fired!!” She shook her head madly. “Damn it Collette! You’re gonna get me fired! Do you have any fucking idea what that means!? Any idea!!?” Collette was still transfixed on the horse, but she now was aware of her predicament. The one thing she said she would do for her sister now could not be done.

The sound of feet crunching against the gravel path that led to the barn could be heard from outside. Both the sisters were in a panic, with not an idea between them. Once again, Collette turned to Ann’s head. “Do you have any ideas?” she asked the horse in vain… or so she thought. The head of Ann turned towards her once again, and that very same glint that had first haunted her could be seen again, that glint that conveyed so much more than words, so much more than any logical means of communication, and Collette was able to understand Ann thoroughly. The idea seemed perfect to her, though she was unsure as to what her sister would think of it. She knew, however, that she had to try. She couldn’t let her sister get fired for her own selfish want.

“Hey sis…” Collette stuttered. “Do you think…” “What!? What could you possibly want at a time like this!?” Taking a deep breath, Collette forced herself to ask whether it would be possible to carry out the plan that she had developed with Ann.

“Do you think I could fit inside her?”

Stunned, Candice took a step back from her sister. “Could… think you could… what!?”

“You heard me. Do you think that I could, say, fit up her butt?”

Candice could not believe her ears; first at the thought that her sister could come up with such a cockamamie plan, but second that she would be willing to go so far to save her job. She felt the bond of family between her and her sister, that love that would drive one to go to this kind of length, and she basked in its warmth, warmth that was overpowering but not in the same way as the heat that plagued them from the sun. Rather, this warmth was more like a hot bath, completely taking in its target and nurturing it rather than beating it down.

“Well… I guess it’s not impossible, but why…” Candice studied the sculpted hindquarters of the horse. “Why did you think ‘butt’ first thing?”

“Well, I can’t get in her mouth, can I? And the lower entrance, once I got in I don’t think there’d be enough space to hold me.”

“And you thought all this shit through that fast?”

Collette glanced back toward Ann. “Well, I had some help, I guess you could say.”

The footsteps had ceased momentarily, and Candice felt an overwhelming relief. “Phew,” she exclaimed, “I just remembered, every so often she goes and checks the horses in the fields first.” Collette became tense at this remark. “So, that means we can just leave, then?”

Candice exhaled slowly. “It’s never that easy, is it?” She pointed toward the front door of the barn, and said with a sigh “All the fields that ever have horses in them are that way. And the woman has fucking super-ears. We open that door and she’ll be on our ass so fast we won’t have time to blink. But…” Candice turned her gaze to the back of the horse, “That does give us more time. We should be able to hide you fairly easy.”

“So wait,” inquired Collette, “Why’d she come this way first?”

“Oh, she always has to get her brush from the shack on the side of the barn. Not that she ever gets close enough to a horse to use it. I’m always the one that has to round them up.” Examining the hind of the horse, Candice estimated the amount of space that would be necessary. “Yeah, I think this’ll work. You’re not too fat or anything… should slide right in. But…” Shuffling over to the door, Candice picked up a bucket. As Collette stared at the horse’s behind, she was struck from behind by a freezing wave of ice. “Aaaack!” Collette jumped forward, shocked by the frosty assault. She spun around to see her sister holding a silver pail above her, with a gigantic smug smile on her face. “Ha ha, sorry about that. Guess I should’ve warned you first.”

“Agh, what the hell, Candy!”

“Well, you don’t think you’ll get in easily all dry like that? Come on, off with those clothes, too.” Candice motioned with her hand.

“Wh-.. well, I guess you’re right… these clothes will just be even more in the way now.” Collette looked down at her soggy clothes, now plastered to her skin. She reached to her waist, about to remove her shirt. “Could you maybe look the other way, please?”

“Ahh, come on, we’re sisters!” Candice laughed at her own remark.

“Candy, please!”

Giving in, Candice realized that her sister was being serious. She turned around, mumbling “But I’ll have to help you with the last part anyway, y’know…”

Collette lifted her shirt up, slipping it off quickly. She reached around her back, pulling snapping off her bra, and it fell to the floor leaving her tender breasts exposed. Dripping with water, her nipples glistened from the light of the barn. Quickly slipping her shorts off, her body was now completely nude, shining with the water that covered her completely. Still facing the rear of the horse, she whispered, “Ann, I hope I read you right. I’m going to have to go inside you now.” Approaching the magnificent buttocks of the horse, Collette reached in between the massive hemispheres, feeling around for the entrance. Ann gave out a snort, shaking her head. “Shhh… that’s it, good girl…” Probing the horse’s anus, she slid her hands inside. She was surprised at the ease with which they entered, expecting much more difficulty. Her arms slid in easily as well, and she was up to her shoulders before she knew it. Somewhat bewildered, Collette wondered if this had happened to the horse before. “Well, here goes nothing,” she mumbled, as she plunged her head into the backside of the horse. Expecting a rank stench, she was instead met with no smell at all; her nose had become clogged with a substance she refused to think about. Pushing herself in deeper with her legs, Collette slid deeper and deeper in, feeling her whole body caressed and massaged by the colon of the great beast. As she went deeper and deeper, she realized that this was what she wanted all along. She had wanted to be near the horse, and now she was more near than she initially thought possible, buried inside her bowels. She brought her arms forth, up to her head, and reached into the abyss before her. Bringing her hands down, she stroked the interior of the horse, feeling the same connection that she felt from the outside, only so much deeper. The flesh again, in turn, caressed her hand as she stroked, and the memory of the glint in Ann’s eye returned to her once again. Her mind was in a state of ecstasy, but was quickly brought back down to earth when she felt something grab her legs. Whatever it was, it had a death grip on her ankles, and it was forcing her deeper and deeper into the horse. Her hips stopped the movement for a moment, and she winced at the incredible pressure that focused on her core. The delay was not long, as her hips slipped in, her legs following promptly. Collette was forced into the very depths of the horse, her body twisted and contorted, covered in a dense substance, surrounded by oily walls. Her feet, still cold, now quickly became warm as they were forced in with the rest of her. She was completely within the horse now, and she was submerged in pure bliss; connected to the strength of the animal by being a part of its very body.

****

The door of the barn slid open, and Janette stood at its mouth. Striding forward, she exuded an indescribable air of confidence throughout her environs, piercing the water-stained walls. Her golden hair clung to her head’s side, as though frightened by its imposing owner. The jeans that she wore were literally without wrinkle, and her violet jacket fell just short of concealing her unfittingly massive breasts, revealing just a glimpse of cleavage. As she approached the stall containing Ann and the sisters, she looked forward at her pride and joy. Seeing Candice brushing the horse, she entered the stall. “So.” she announced, in a loud, solemn tone. “I trust my Ann is feeling well?”

Candice looked up from her brushing, turning to face her boss. “Oh yeah, she’s real good ma’am.”

“You know I dislike it when you address me as ma’am.” snapped the statuesque woman. Advancing toward Ann, she reached out and felt the stomach of the horse. “Is my Ann getting fatter?”

“She is?” asked Candice, pretending to be surprised. “I didn’t notice anything.”

An odd look crept over the face of Janette, one that was slightly unsettling; a look that conveyed little emotion, but one that unmistakably possessed the tiniest thought of malice. This look did not escape Candice, and the emotion was not lost on her. Her mind succumbed to paranoia and dread, realizing that Janette knew Ann far more deeply and intimately that she ever could. Fear overtook her; she thought it impossible that Janette knew about her sister, or indeed what had transpired between Collette and the behemoth backside that had swallowed her, removing her from the world. Regardless, she knew that her boss must have known that something was amiss; the size of Ann’s stomach was indeed fatter, impossible to miss, and the degree to which she had swelled would be ordinarily impossible in a single day. One that had seen her just today would not have sensed an oddity, but Janette was the type to obsess over her horses. She couldn’t have missed it. Candice’s heart fluttered, her muscles tensed; she knew she would be found out, and there was no way to avoid it. Her face grew cold, and a frigid sweat enveloped her, panic dominating her mind. She felt she was about to pass out when her boss interrupted the attack. “Dear, please prepare my Ann. I wish to ride her.”

“Prepare, you mean… saddle, all that?”

“What else could I mean, dear? Where is your head today?” Janette stroked the ears of her favorite horse. “She hasn’t had any fun in quite some time,” she explained, moving her stroke to the horse’s forehead, “Have you, Ann?” The horse snorted in agreement. This was received by the faintest of smiles from her master. “Please be quick about it as well, dear. I’m just aching to…” Janette gave a slight pause before finishing her sentence, her cold smile growing ever so slightly, “ride her.” Candice could barely detect the indefinable tone that accompanied Janette’s voice. To a greater degree, it was her subconscious that was put off ease by the undertone, knowing only the thoughts “bad” and “escape”. Nothing could be done, however. Her sister was still left inside the horse, making escape impossible, not to mention her job. Her job… the thought of losing it had all but left her mind until just now, forced away by these events. She knew, though, that she simply could not let herself lose this job. It was her livelihood, her reason for being. “I trust she will be ready in a timely manner, then?” inquired Janette, breaking Candice’s solemn thought. “Sure.” responded Candice, almost as a reflex. “Very well, then. I will wait outside for her.” declared Janette, as she turned to leave. Swiftly moving in a manner so dignified as to almost be superfluous, Candice could see that there was a slight difference to her manner. For one, her hips were swinging very slightly, as opposed to her ordinary ‘buns of iron’, and her stride seemed just a tad longer. Janette left the barn and turned right, seeming to be headed toward her house. Candice was relieved, as this meant she may have time to think of some course of action. Her hand reached out to Ann’s stomach, rubbing the horse’s fur, kneading her flesh, and all the while her thoughts were focused on the fact that the stomach contained her sibling. She thought this to be impossible, perhaps a dream or a fantasy. The very fact that someone - never mind her own sister - could actually be shoved up a horse’s rear in the first place seemed borderline insane, but the fact that her sister actually was… It was too much to accept. She had to make things right, regardless of what that entailed. Candice dashed around to the back of the horse, determined to free her sister from the contemptible depths of Ann. Plunging her hand into the horse without a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her, deeper and deeper, searching for her sister. The feel of it was more than disgusting, but it was not important to her now. Probing the horse’s inner sanctums, Candice’s search turned up nothing no matter how far she reached. Bewildered, she pondered how her sister could already be so deep inside this beast, especially considering the fact that the colon was built to move things out, not in… but then, if a whole person could fit inside, this horse couldn’t be normal. Removing her arm from the protested innards of the animal, she saw the limb completely covered in fecal matter. Almost no skin was still visible, obscured entirely by the brown material that enslaved her arm. Recoiling in disgust, Candice headed for the tack room, desperate for a sink.

The light flicked on, a dull, yellow glow flooding throughout the room. Candice reached the sink at the opposite wall, yanking the knob and throwing her arm into the oncoming stream. Furiously rubbing soap against the stained limb, she worked up a massive foam, enveloping her arm up to the shoulder, scrubbing madly to remove the brown. Her arm felt as thought it were burning, ripped by the friction of her hand. The feeling of filth was detestable, even more than when her hand was buried in a horse’s butt. Candice smiled at how peculiar this was.

Her arm now clean – at least enough that she could stand it – Candice searched for the saddle that would go overtop Ann. The saddle rack was heavily populated; some saddles new, some moderate, some that she thought would fall apart were she to touch them. Scanning the rack, she came across Ann’s saddle, perched precariously high. Reaching up to claim the prize, she lost her balance and fell forward, into the mass of leather. What followed was a ridiculous cliché: What seemed to be a hundred massive hulls of cow flesh came pouring down upon her, burying her in an avalanche of seats. Dazed but unharmed, Candice forced her way out of the pile, turning aside the heavy leather that held her entrapped. Remembering her sister, still held captive by that chiseled rear of Ann, she knew the best thing she could do was to hurry. Deciding to clean up later, she quickly glanced around, finding the one saddle that would please Janette. Lifting the heavy apparatus, a small, yellowed scrap of paper caught her eye. Picking it up, she studied its messy writing, barely able to make heads or tails. Squinting, she could see that it was indeed written in English, even if in poor penmanship. The message revealed itself little by little, and seemed to be written thus:

Ye, the master of the beast,
Beware ye the mystery mind,
For that which ye desire,
Shall disappear into the void.

Candice thought this odd, first that the note could be written in such a corny old English dialect, but more that it seemed to fit the current situation, given Ann’s rear being the void. She thought this more than mere coincidence, and stuffed the folded note in her pocket. Carrying the saddle with her back to Ann, she gathered her thoughts and prayed that her sister would be able to withstand the ride.

****

The sun beat down today harsher than ever, draining the vitality of all forms of life. The grass of the fields was almost completely parched, fried by the lack of water that cursed the area for over a month now. The air was wavy, distorting vision, almost like a fog in winter. Through it all, one thing could be seen off in the distance: A lone figure atop a mighty animal, who galloped across the plain, stamping the dead plant life into oblivion. Thrust ever onward, the figure bounced atop the horse, alternating between sitting and riding on the stirrups. All the while, a lone woman watched from afar, amazed at what was before her, for she knew that horse held a secret most foul: It contained her sister in the depths of its rump.

The horse had been galloping through the fields for well over two hours, and Candice was amazed at the endurance of the creature this time more than ever. After all, she had a hundred pounds of extra weight to carry this time. Gazing in awe at the horse, she saw it growing larger and larger in the distance, headed toward her at an incredible clip. In the face of such majesty, such power, she couldn’t help but stare. The intensity in the horse’s eyes struck her to her very soul. As the horse approached her, it began to slow, and its rider’s face came more clearly into view. From the mouth of that face, an order fell. “Dear,” said Janette, as she slowed her ride to a stop, “I believe that should do it for today. Please take Ann back to her stable.” Candice silently nodded, and as Janette hopped off, took the horse by the reins and led her back to the barn.

As she walked back to the barn, she began to whisper to the horse; something she was not prone to do. “Listen, Ann, my sister’s inside of you. I know you know she’s in there.” Ann responded with a snort. “Listen, can’t you let her out? It must be hell in there, all covered in shit and everything. I can’t even imagine how hot it is.” The two walked on, over the scorched earth, awaiting the sweet release of the barn’s cooler temperature. “She had to go in there because I’d get fired otherwise. Do you… no, I suppose you can’t know what ‘fired’ means. But you have to know what taking a shit is, right? Can’t you…” As Candice looked back at the horse, she saw something most unnerving: the most peculiar glint in the horse’s eye, seeming to open a window to its soul. Through that portal, Candice could see that which she feared most, that which she thought impossible. In was unmistakable. She could see that the horse had no intention of releasing her prize. “Damn it, you fucking…” the irate woman cursed under her breath. “You fucking bitch, what the hell is wrong with you!? Why the hell are you doing this!? What, are you a whore for this kind of thing? You… fucking bitch!!” Candice quickened her pace, and Ann followed suit. “I swear to God I’ll cut you open, I don’t give a shit about what Janette says. You shit her out or I’ll kill you, goddamned bitch!” Both Candice and Ann were now jogging toward the barn, and reached it after a short time. Throwing open the door, Candice dragged the horse into its stall, throwing the reins in frustration. Not bothering with closing the gate, she rushed into the tack room, looking for something, anything that could help her. Forcing open the drawers along the side wall, she searched and flung odds and ends to the floor, desperately seeking a tool with the capacity to free her sister. In the bottom drawer, she came across one such item: A pair of gardening shears. Turning back to the door to confront Ann, Candice was met with a shadowy figure against the greater light from outside the room. In the figure’s hand was an instrument that struck great terror into Candice’s psyche, forcing her into a double-take. Her heart raced furiously at her situation, for in the hand of the figure she knew could only be her boss was a small, shining handgun.

“I certainly hope you’re not planning any harm to Ann,” said Janette, in a somewhat mocking tone. “We couldn’t have that, now could we? Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to get her to this state?” Candice backed a step away, then two. She couldn’t believe that the woman who had given her employment all these years could be holding a gun, pointing it straight at her. “Why, her muscles alone win her most competitions, especially her firm buttocks. Oh, but I’m sure you know all about them, dear. And your sister must have a most intimate knowledge…”

A cold shock ran through Candice’s body, and her suspicions were confirmed. She knew her attempt at hiding this foul episode had gone entirely in vain. “You know,” Janette continued, “You were not too smart to try hiding her there. You should have been able to think about what that would do to her waistline.” The armed woman chuckled. “Do you think I don’t know my own horse dear? Why, it was I who was her first victim!” Candice couldn’t believe her ears. This woman, who at all times carried such an air of dignity, who made it a point to appear refined at all times… that she could have been sucked into the least dignified entrance of an animal… “Wait, you… you mean you were…?”

“Oh, dear, don’t you believe me? I knew something was amiss when that shady man came to my door.” Candice still refused to believe it was possible, but more important in her brain now was the swelling feeling of contempt for the woman before her. She could do nothing, however, so long as that gun threatened her life.

“I suppose I should tell you the story then, dear.” said Janette, as she slowly advanced forward. “It was a sunny day, one much like this, in fact. A man came to my door that day, dressed in the shoddiest clothing; I dare say he was a bum! But I suppose that’s a fitting choice of words, don’t you agree, dear? Well, he came up and asked me if I wanted to take his horse. I saw nothing wrong with the poor dear, besides being a little thin, and her fur hadn’t been brushed in what seemed like a while. So of course I said to the man that I would certainly care for the horse. Well, he was happy about that, I can tell you. I wasn’t sure at the time what he wanted to be rid of her for, why, he didn’t even ask for money! But, I suppose you know why now, don’t you dear? So I agreed, and he took off down the road, running like a man possessed. Well, to dickens with him, I thought. So I come up to look her over, and around the side I see a note pinned to the excuse for a saddle the poor thing was wearing. I read the thing, and, well, I can’t remember what it said exactly… something to the effect of ‘Ye, who owns the horse, beware the void’…” Candice cleared her throat, and managed to muster, in a tiny voice: “Ye, the master of the beast, beware ye the mystery mind…” Janette was taken aback at her employee’s recitation. “For that which ye desire, shall disappear into the void.” “Why, dear, that’s right! But how… ah, I see. You must have come across the note in this mess of saddles, correct?” Janette took a quick glance to the ground, seeing the saddles that still lay strewn across the floor. “Well, no matter. Now, I didn’t understand that note one bit at the time, you see. So I took her to the barn with me, and I set up a stall for the dear. Now, she was almost too well-behaved, and my original fear of the opposite was laid to rest. But then, I was just about to brush her when I was taken aback by her stunning beauty. Even through all that mussed fur and the showing ribs, I knew that the horse was special. Very special. I knew she was like no other, but at the time, I merely knew I wanted to be close to her… to be her.” Janette trailed off, a somber, mournful look on her face; the first blatant expression of emotion she had shown in a long time. “I looked her over, and in particular, I admired her perfect buttocks. Why dear, they were just as awe-inspiring then as now. I looked to her head, and saw she was looking at me. For a moment, I felt quite embarrassed, but then… something most peculiar, I saw something. Something in her eye that I knew couldn’t be normal. It was the strangest thing, dear, like she was telling me that whatever I decided was… alright. I’m sure your sister felt the same way right before her own episode. In any case, I was still behind her, still admiring her… when something of the devil’s nature overtook me. I wanted to be her, to be a part of her… to be inside her. I couldn’t resist her majesty and power any longer. Right then and there, I reached inside her…” Janette was overcome by a most red tint in her cheeks, and a heat that took over entirely. “Oh dear, look at me! I’m getting flustered describing it when your sister is experiencing it firsthand right now! Well, I’m sure her experience is similar to mine, too. Would you like to know what she’s going through right now, dear?” Candice was petrified by the weapon before her, unable to respond. “Well, I’ll tell you, it was horrid! I was squeezed from every direction, crushed inside her intestines. I was covered in her… well, I’m sure you can imagine. And the stench! Why, tears! It haunts me to this very day! I was stuck in there for quite some time, I don’t know how long. One simply can’t tell time without at least the sun, can they dear? And the whole time, do you know what I was thinking? It wasn’t how to escape, nor how to survive when I became thirsty. I wasn’t too afraid for the food supply, mind you. One acquires a taste for used grass quite quickly. No, the entire time, that which enslaved my brain was ‘How did this happen?’ I thought of how impossible it was that I was actually inside a horse’s rear end. But after my long and intense imprisonment, she finally lifted her tail and I saw daylight, just as a dying person might see. Well, I simply plopped out of her onto the ground. When I turned around, prepared to exact my vengeance on this most troublesome creature, I saw the oddest sight… she had collapsed, her breathing was labored, the poor thing. When I looked around, my eyes were still blurry, but I could see that the doors were locked. She hadn’t been able to get out of the barn in all this time. I realized that she was smarter than she looked. She had let me out so that I could feed her, because she knew I could open the doors. Well, I first thought of killing her, or else she might make a meal of me again. But then, it was the queerest thing. I looked at her face again, and I saw that same glint; that same spark of expression, and then a thought hit me… If I fed her, she could live longer, and then… I could share in her pleasures. I’ve taken care of her ever since, dear, and she’s taken in more and more… but I think she’s a tad strange, don’t you think? She only ever eats girls in that way. Not one man.”

“But…” interrupted Candice, “But if you knew it was so horrible, why would you think that others should have to suffer it? Why did you want to send others to that hell you lived in? What are you, psycho?”

Janette chuckled, shaking her head. “Why dear, it’s the ultimate rush! That feeling of power, of dominance! Of knowing that you have complete and utter control over another human being’s life! Well, I can see now why she enjoys it so much. Of course, I can also see why the man was so desperate to be rid of her. This kind of animal… the previous owner likely couldn’t handle it.”

Candice thought with a shudder of the horse, and a memory came back to her… a memory from long ago, when she was merely a child, and she and Collette were at their aunt’s place… She remembered they were playing hide and seek, and she was hiding in the tall, tall grass. Not one had ever found the other in that grass, no matter how long they looked. She was confident she would win again, when from above, she could feel the most disgusting heat… She looked up, and was met with the nostril of what she presumed was a horse. Her guess had been confirmed when her sister bounded after her, screaming “Found you! Found you!!” She couldn’t believe she actually lost, when she had never lost before. She remembered, also, that the horse had been the prime subject of their day afterwards. They spent hours and hours commenting on its beauty, on how it was the perfect horse, on how when they grew up they were going to own it. When they returned to the house, they had asked their aunt about the horse; she hadn’t ever seen it before. They prodded and pestered, asking if they could keep it. The eventual solution, Candice remembered, was that their aunt agreed to keep an eye on it for them, so that when they came back next year and the next, they could see it again. Candice remembered that was also the last time they had visited their aunt. When they asked their parents when they would return again, the only response they got was that they couldn’t; that their aunt had gone on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a long time. A rage began building in Candice, a rage at the horse that had done this… She spoke through quivering lips, “What… what did the man who gave you the horse say about it? Why did he want to get rid of it?”

“Oh, he said the previous owner had gone missing, dear. At the time I thought nothing of it. Sweet lady, he said, nicest thing you could find.”

Candice couldn’t contain her anger any longer. “Stupid…” she muttered, seething at the knowledge that this vile being had swallowed their aunt, that it had taken her away from them. “Stupid... BITCH!!” Candice stormed toward the door, forgetting that Janette still held her gun. A massive bang broke forth from the firearm, echoing through the barn, across the plain. Candice stopped in her tracks, frozen by the sound. She felt no pain, nor impact.

“Dear, you know it isn’t in your best interest to move right now unless I tell you to, don’t you?” Janette held the gun in her hand, still smoking. “Don’t worry dear, you weren’t shot. That would…” Janette’s face broke from its solemn form into an expression of utmost evil. “That would be no fun for precious Ann, would it?” Ann’s partner-in-crime backed out of the doorway slowly, motioning with the gun to follow. As Candice slowly advanced to Janette, her blood ran cold once again when she heard that voice once more: “Don’t worry, dear. We’re going to have some fun.”

****

Candice had been stripped completely naked as she lay on the ground, locked in Ann’s stable by that same padlock that she had seen when she first arrived. Janette, now even more imposing than before (probably owed to the fact that she was still clothed), still held her gun, trained on the nude body before her. “Now, dear, you will do as I say, or I will leave your sister inside Ann until she’s gone forever. Do we understand each other?” Candice felt completely helpless before the might of the two beasts before her. She gave a weak nod, and Janette smiled most cruelly. “Good, dear. Now…” The imposing woman approached the still form before her, and knelt down, not once taking her aim off. “Let’s see if you’re good enough for Ann to begin with…” Janette’s free left hand slid across Candice’s stomach, moving in slow circles. The feeling of smooth flesh evoked a sensation deep within both women, one of carnal desire, of want, of longing. The hand of Janette slid up, up, and caressed the breast of Candice lovingly. Candice, who had her eyes closed at this time, felt a strange wet sensation on the underside of her breast, sweeping, stroking… She opened her eyes, only to see that her employer was in fact licking her, salivating over her body. “Mmm… most delicious, dear. Top drawer stuff.” Candice was hardly able to hold herself back from crying. She had not been brought up this way. But… this feeling, so… unlike anything she had experienced before with a man. It seemed that her desire was unbound by physical aspects. She refused to believe that she could be like this, that she could want the woman that had repelled her for so long, she who had put out such an air of hostility that grew consistently through the years. Finding herself helpless, she had no choice but to submit to the advances of the overpowering female force, as her breasts were fondled, squeezed, and she could feel a hand wander around her, covering her; reaching, exploring, sliding along her back, sliding down… She could feel her tough buttocks being kneaded, twisted from underneath, and she gave a low moan, thrusting her stomach into the air. “Oh, dear, you’re enjoying this?” Janette smirked, her hand still under the rear of Candice. “Well, I trust you didn’t disbelieve my promise? I did make a promise that we would have some fun… no?” The hand of the dominatress continued to caress the smooth, soft flesh of her prey’s hindquarters, sliding in amongst her globes, grinding against the wrinkled controller of waste, sending shivers through Candice’s spine. She tried to fight her urges, but was unsuccessful when she realized that her private area was dripping. This was not unnoticed by Janette, whose fingers quickly became covered in the sweet liquid, easing her motions in-between Candice’s most sacred of regions. Her fingers ground madly against her precious employee’s entrances, slipping in and out of both, probing her very being. Candice knew she couldn’t let this happen; she couldn’t descend into something so forbidden to her beliefs as lesbianism. She refused to. Her body was numb, but her mind raced, and from her lips, she cried out in a weak and pathetic voice. “Don’t…” she forced herself to speak the word, knowing that this great source of pleasure must be stopped. “Don’t… please…” Her throat was dried, cracked; her voice had all but left her, and her weak moans gave out an air of utmost sorrow, as she lost her purest thoughts, succumbing… “Please… don’t… don’t stop…” The feeling that pulsed between her thighs tingled and intensified, forcing her extremities to quiver. Her purity was being lost as this went on, and she knew; she knew, and she didn’t care. She wanted more. This feeling, so incredible, so forbidden. It was like a shooting star blazing through the winter sky, such a burning manifestation of bliss that may never be experienced again. She thought of danger, of how this would destroy her beliefs, everything she held dear, and the feeling was multiplied for it. She could not fight, she could not resist; she let herself be taken by this goddess of delight, offering her body as a sacrifice that she may receive a greater pleasure, and this was granted in every conceivable way. Her loins exploded with passion, and forth flew the stream of ecstasy that filled her being, onward to her grand mistress. Her mind became clearer than crystal, and the race of thought had ceased. That which she had lacked since the day of her birth had become present at last, and she was filled, completed.

The rubbing ended promptly, as Janette lifted herself off the ground, dusting herself off in a most dignified and ladylike manner. “Mmm… You should be perfect for Ann, dear. I apologize for doubting your quality.” Lodging one foot in Ann’s stirrup, Janette resumed her solemn expression and climbed onto the saddle atop the horse. Planting herself firmly, she whispered into the horse’s ear. Ann gave a snort and a head shake, and walked slowly backwards, positioning herself over the vulnerable body belonging to Candice. With a massive thud, a back hoof of the horse landed on her hair, paralyzing her with fright. Unable to move, she watched as the giant hind descended on her, burying her face in the dank recess. Only her ears remained able to function; the remainder of her senses had been all but negated. “Now, dear, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You’re going to go in after your sister. I’m going to leave you inside of Ann for exactly 24 hours. When that time passes, you will both be let out. If,” a hint of a giggle could be heard, “If I feel like it.” Candice was pounded by the giant rear that enveloped her face even more, crushing her face into itself. “If you don’t, well, you know what will happen to your sister. But don’t worry, dear, I’m not such an ogre that I’d let you both be digested by dear Ann.” Candice could feel her head being forced deeper and deeper into the heavy, furry flesh, greeted by intense warmth pouring out from within. Her face was buried in the butt of the horse, sliding in more, and she could feel a fleshy, moist ring in front of her open around her, accepting her being. She was forced in by the pressure exerted on her by Ann, her head slipping into the abyss as though it were nothing at all. Her shoulders followed suit, and the horse drug her rear end along the limp body underneath her, scooping it up like so much ice cream. Candice’s body slid into Ann’s rectum with almost no resistance whatever, and a discomforting slurping sound could be heard by Janette, who was almost beside herself from the amazing power this presented her. Greater than any firearm, to be sure. Unable to fight, Candice’s hips slipped into the anus of Ann, her thighs sliding along after them, and her calves pursuing those. Lastly, Ann’s voracious ass came to her feet, which were immediately swallowed by the pulsing entrance. A loud whinny burst forth, straight from the horse’s mouth, and Janette responded with a soft coo: “There there, she was a lovely dish, wasn’t she? Much more filling than her bean-pole sister, I’m betting.” Ann lifted her rear back into the air, standing as normal, as Janette climbed off in a careful, refined manner. She faced Ann’s heavy stomach and gave her a pat, stroking her fur, and the bulges that could be seen easily now from the outside. Ann gave out a series of snorts as her tail lifted. Forth from the depths that had imprisoned the sisters came a burst of flatulence. Janette chuckled. “Oh, you’re full, are you dear?” She gave one last cruel smile to Ann’s stomach and turned to leave the stable, giving her hips a joyful swing.

****

Time stretched on for eternity. The muggy environment could rob one of their very sanity, burning through flesh and bone, heating the soul. The stench was incomparable, overpowering, destroying the olfactory of anyone, regardless of their fortitude. From every direction there came a squeeze, a push, a crush. There was no escape from this prison of flesh, this Alcatraz of waste. No matter where one turned, they were met with intense disgust, if not from the factors that made this place a hell on earth then from the realization of where they were. Yes, it was indeed impossible for an average person to comprehend being inside another organism, but inside the rear end would take the cake for most. Just as all who had previously treaded here, the biological home’s newest resident could not escape this quandary: How was it possible that she could be in here?

What felt like hours for Candice had passed without incident. Her body was completely encased in equus waste, surrounding her, trapping her. A gurgle encompassed her hearing, a heartbeat pulsing through the walls of her rectal prison. She felt herself short of air many times, struggling to breathe, climbing in deeper for a breath of anything she could get, finding only that this wretched tunnel stretched on and on without regard for the distance she had already covered. It seemed illogical. She knew that a colon eventually led into the small intestine (or rather the reverse, but this was true for her present situation), but she felt no change, no constriction besides what had already been employed on her. Crawling deeper and deeper, she searched for the treasure she had lost, deep within this abyss: her only sister. She could only imagine what it must be like for her, trapped in this never-ending labyrinth of flesh, fecal matter in all areas sacred or not, and a pungent, stinging air that consumed one’s spirit, penetrating the nostrils even when plugged. Only, Collette was in without a light at the end of the tunnel. Rather, she merely had either an endless journey, a theory that was shaping up to be a genuine possibility, or a final destination of hell itself, burned in the acids of the horse’s stomach. Shaking this thought out of her mind, Candice pushed forth, deeper into the impenetrable darkness, with no regard for where she was heading; only that her sister needed her now more than she ever had or would again.

As the supple body advanced through a mess of intestines, its environs became tighter and tighter, and remained fraught with refuse no matter how deep it probed. Candice began to feel drained. Her heart beat slower, her lungs began to slow, and her arms… her arms felt as though they were about to explode. She could understand that, at least; she had been pulling for quite some time. This feeling that overtook her differed from ordinary fatigue, though… it was one that made her feel a greater lack of energy than ever, as if her very essence were drained. Undeterred, she forced her way deeper, when a terrifying thought struck her: Was this more of the horse’s trickery? Was Ann controlling her impulses, pulling her deeper in, making escape impossible so that she could do whatever it was she was doing? Was this the beast’s method of digestion perhaps? Candice froze. She had realized all at once the events of the day: Her sister had hid in a horse’s rear, her boss threatened her at gunpoint and raped her, and now she was within the horse that had consumed her sister. It seemed impossible, but each impossibility seemed so explanatory of the other that it became believable… Not to mention the horse had used what was believed to be some sort of telepathy to claim its victims, meaning its control over what was actually inside its body may be even greater. If that were the case, Candice thought, then she may be falling into the horse’s trap without even realizing it. Her intense desire to save her sister… was that also planted by this beast? And the feelings of desire for Janette that she had felt? Or even the decision to submit to the gigantic rear end that had wholly consumed her body so easily some time ago? Regardless, she knew that if she did nothing, Collette would be even more doomed than her. She resumed her expedition, plunging deeper and deeper into the animal’s tract with a renewed vigor that propelled her body at far greater speed. She made the resolution to dive until she found her sister, and get out as quick as she could. It wasn’t as though it would be hard to find the way out; this horse’s ass was a one-way street.

****

It was some time before anything other than oily, slippery flesh could be felt. As Candice reached forward, she could feel instead a protuberant lump, somewhat more solid than her spongy environment. She reached deeper, sliding her arm along the strange object, and determined that this was what she had been looking for. This was Collette.

Pulling herself along the comparatively dense form, Candice pressed forth, her head grinding against the naked skin of what she presumed was her sister. As her body slid across the twin soft poles that she had determined were her sister’s legs, she was impeded by a blockage at her head. Her ears could barely make out, through the pulsing and the creaking of the bowel, a muffled yelp from deeper in. Reaching up to examine the problem with her tactile sense, she felt two large, cushy globes. Forcing what little air she could past her lips, she called out playfully to her sister: “Gotcha!” Reaching past the globes, she pulled herself up further, sliding her body against that of her sister, her head finally stopping behind the head of Collette. “So, sis, you still think this horse is a beauty? It’s got lots of interior space!”

“Oh, Candy, you’re in here too?! I don’t…” Collette could be heard giving off a choke, bursting into uncontrollable sobbing. “I don’t know! Why are we in here?! How is this possible?! I just felt so, so like this was right, this was what was supposed to be, and I climbed in without thinking, and I kept thinking this was what was best and climbing deeper and deeper and now, now…!” Candice wrapped her arms around her naked sister’s body, her hands slipping against the smooth surface of Collette’s stomach. “Shh, shh… it’s okay, sis, don’t worry… daijoubu...” She comforted her sister with the word their aunt had taught them long ago, and Collette’s weeping stilled somewhat. “But, Candy… I’m scared…” Candice could understand her sister’s plight. They were trapped inside a sentient and very likely evil horse, feces closing in on them in an infinite void, with no guarantee they could ever escape… come to think of it, she was getting scared too. “I’m scared… why can’t we… why…” Candice rubbed her hands along her sister’s belly, kneading her abdomen in an attempt to comfort her. Her fingers worked their magic, reaching deep into the body of the frightened girl, setting her tensed muscles aloof. “Shh, sis. Calm down… I’m going to get you to relax, okay?” Candice could feel her sister’s hair press against her face, sending a strong odor into her nostril, and she could sense a powerful longing welling up within her… No! This wasn’t right, was it? This was her sister… her sister! She couldn’t dream of, of… but then, she did need comforting, didn’t she? And she could still remember how her employer had made her feel. It was beyond anything mortal, incredible; all because her forbidden opening had been stroked, eliciting a shock of ecstasy she never dreamed of… and she knew that Collette needed that feeling at least once in her life. After all, they may die in here, never seeing the light of day again, never feeling the cool breeze, never smelling the first flower of spring… and what a way to go! Instead they would be blind to the world, beaten down by sickening heat and unable to breathe for fear of the next wave of blood-curdling stench. She knew that this was the best thing she could do for her sister, who had made the supreme sacrifice for her what seemed like ages ago: She had climbed into this devil’s heinie to keep her word, ensuring her sister’s job. How far away, how futile, thought Candice. Her job was the very thing that had initiated this sequence of events to begin with. Perhaps had she not been so selfish… she knew that she must repay her sister. Sliding her arms down, down to Collette’s waist, she gently massaged her sister’s crotch, teasing the hair and stretching the skin. Collette’s whimpers reached Candice’s ears less and less, as she grabbed the sobbing girl’s hips, gripping them and pulling, forcing her glutes apart. Candice’s crotch was now wedged in-between Collette’s cheeks, keeping them held apart, an unexpected bonus for the generous girl. Pulling her arms back, she reached her hand into the tight gap that separated the two, poking one finger downward. She felt about, massaging the inner part of Collette’s rear, slipping and grinding her finger against the interior until she came across what she knew for certain was her sister’s anus. Bringing another finger around, she prodded the drenched, fleshy ring, enticing it to grant her passage. She could hear the faintest moan from the frightened girl, and knew she was doing well. Slipping her forefinger inside her sister’s exit, Candice forced a second in deeper, deeper, held back only by the bulk of her hand. Sliding the fingers back out, she plunged them deeper in once again, massaging the pubic region of her sister with her pinky. The moan that Collette had given off grew to a steady groan. Her voice was clearly wrapped in ecstasy, barely able to push out the words “Sis… Candy… you… I love… Candy…” Candice was encouraged yet more by this display of affection, and she felt herself gripped once again by the same warmth she had felt earlier, that same warmth that had met her opposing the heat of the day when her sister had shown she was willing to make the supreme sacrifice for her. This bond, she thought, so amazing; a warmth that filled the soul, making one feel whole no matter what their circumstance… was this the definition of love? But… how could this be? Collette was her sister, yes, but that she should have such carnal feelings accompanying this love… It seemed impossible. Of course, Candice realized that in light of circumstances, nothing was impossible. Yes, this was most definitely love that pushed her onward, that gave her the courage to follow her sister into the void of death, that gave her the strength to endure the horrid trial of the bowel, that gave her the knowledge just how to make things right. It was love that allowed her to do such a thing to her own sister, and it was love that allowed her sister to realize Candice’s intention. This bond, this feeling that connected the two, that sent sparks flying; that brought the entire cosmos in and out of their bodies, flowing with the motion of Candice’s talented hands; that swallowed them completely, bigger than the beast that contained them…

This was love.

Collette screamed out writhing in pleasure, her arms flailing wildly, slapping the fleshy walls, and Candice could feel the same as her sister: That feeling that coursed through her from those hands, that sensation that felt as though the entire universe were exploding around her, bursting into flames; that sheer rush that could not be compared to anything on this earth, that pulsed through the universe, connecting all things in this paradise. The sisters cried out in unison, wracked with bliss, unable to contain their incredible love. Collette had forced herself around, facing her sister, and kissed her madly, sucking her tongue, biting her lip; in response, Candice did the same, fondling Collette’s breasts at the same time. Both sisters simultaneously slid their hands down, down, reaching to the nether regions of the other. Shit and slobber coated their faces, necks, bodies. There was no time to care. Their moment came now. Nothing that could affect mortals had any more implication to them now, as they became divine beings; goddesses of pleasure, of carnal and earthly delights, both set out to send the other to madness, each now thrusting as much of themselves as they could in and out of the other. Collette licked her sister’s ear; Candice sucked her sister’s nipples, and both began to quake more than ever. A volcano of lust and power exploded, showering both in molten love, burning, scorching… but they could not be harmed. They were no longer mundanes; rather, they had become children of light, whose pleasure was merely amplified by this force that would destroy the mind of a normal person. Both sisters had separated from their bodies, bound still by the love that encompassed them, devoured them. Their thoughts were one, their forms were one… their happiness was perfect. They had achieved the true meaning of life, and had no qualms about what may happen in the future. The darkness came back to take them, and both thought as they lost consciousness… This is love.

****

A terrible heat beat down across the plain. One couldn’t see as far as they could throw for the wavy air that distorted their vision. The grass that had once flourished in a lush, green carpeting of the fields was now golden, flat… defeated. The clear blue sky held not one cloud, not one hope of sweet release from this summer hell. The occasional tree still housed the occasional bird, and the odd dog or coyote could be found streaking through the plain. The sun could be seen shining off the shingled roof of a lone barn in this desolate place; yet not even the sun knew what its target contained.

Janette strode into the barn that day much swifter than her ordinary habit. She skipped her check on the tack room; it held nothing of interest for her today. She had something else on her mind this time. Something about two little turds that were giving her some trouble…

The gate of the stall containing Ann swung open, sounding off a loud bang that echoed through the barn. Through the bars stepped a mature, statuesque woman, a shining handgun lodged in her shirt pocket. As the woman approached, Ann got to her feet and ambled to meet her halfway. In return, she was met with a loving hand that stroked her cheek. “Ann, dearest, the time has come.” From under her blouse, Janette produced a small carrot, presenting it to the horse. “You know what this treat means, right dear?”

Indeed she did. It had been a long standing tradition between the two that a carrot was the key to her gate. Ann stepped forward, taking the carrot in her mouth, crunching it in half. The remaining chunk hung outside, held by her lip, and was quickly flipped up inside her mouth. Ann gave a gulp, showing just a hint of a bulge going down her throat; she had swallowed the remainder whole. Janette was entranced by this display. She had remembered her experience in the belly of the beast, and she thought about what that carrot must have felt. She quickly remembered Ann’s two recent guests, and she imagined what it must have been like for them… The very fact that there were two of them and well, that heat that drives people to do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do… Janette watched intently as Ann slowly lumbered over to the wall, and was again transfixed on the sublime buttocks of the horse. The very thought that such perfect gluteals could exist on any being was somewhat disconcerting. When Janette caught herself, she realized how strange it was that she should obsess over the parts of an animal to begin with. There was nothing she could do, though. They were hypnotizing, mesmerizing… as she watched the horse struggle, she saw them tense, pulse, twitch. As she watched, the opening in the middle parted, revealing a fleshy, pulsating ring. The ring expanded, opening, becoming quite large. A dense, dark substance could be seen being forced out from within, flatulence being the accompanying melody. The substance became larger and larger to the eye, until its shape was revealed: A tender, unconscious young woman. As this body fell to the ground most unceremoniously, a second followed, falling onto the previous form. Only the foot of the second remained within the animal, soon rectified by Ann’s forward step. Janette approached the pile of browned flesh, examining the two closely. As she did, a most wicked grin overtook her face.

Rubbing the top form, Janette managed to rouse the sleeping girl. As she woke, she tried to run, tripping and failing to rise. As she fell over herself, she flashed her private sectors multiple times, unable to realize what she was doing. Janette approached the panicked woman, cooing gently. “Now now, dear, I know you think I’m an absolute beast for what I’ve done to you. I hope you can forgive me.” The fecal girl was unable to focus, feeling only panic. Her mind came more and more into sync with the world, but she was still unable to move her legs. “Tell you what, dear. I will make this up to you. Does that sound alright?” The girl gave a weak nod, unable to respond any other way. “Good…”

A terribly wicked smile, more malicious and purely evil than one might think possible, dominated the face of Janette. “Then you’ll like this next activity…” Janette stepped over to Ann, stroking her forehead. Giving a small chuckle, she leapt up onto the saddle, leaning forward. The girl could see that this woman was whispering into the horse’s ear, but couldn’t make out what was said. She fell back, her strength giving out, and she lay on the gritty ground of the stall. Her eyes slowly began to close, blotting out the little vision she had. As she lay, she could feel darkness overhead. Opening her eyes once again with a pathetic effort, she could see a large, dark form over her, circling around her, cutting her vision to the side. A huge weight came down to the side of her head, trapping her hair down. As her sense returned, she realized what was happening. Janette had backed Ann over her again, and was about to return her to that hellish abyss. This time, however, she had no strength to fight the advance of the ass even if she wanted to. The heavy weight of the hind bore down upon her, and her face slipped into the loose back door of the creature. Unable to move, she laid back and resigned herself to the fate that awaited her… when suddenly her world became bright. A huge thud could be heard to the side. As the girl opened her eyes, she saw another woman, naked, covered in waste, standing over the horse that had fallen. “Candy!! Let’s get the hell out of here!!” Candice summoned the little energy that she could and pumped herself off the ground, fleeing crazily from the stall. Both girls ran with all the strength they could possibly muster, caring neither for dignity nor condition. Janette, dazed from her impact, righted herself and pulled her gun out from her pocket, firing through the bars. Repeated bangs echoed through the plain, rolling through the fields, deafening anyone unfortunate enough to be near. The sisters, tripping over themselves, escaped the barn and kept running, any direction, as fast as the laws of physics would allow. Frustrated, Janette’s face had become red, almost steaming. She screamed at herself, at the bars, at Ann. “Why!? Why, damn you!? You! You stupid horse!! Get after them or I’ll shove you up my arse!!” Janette was met with an expressionless stare from the majestic beast. “Well!? Go!! Get!!” As Janette screamed at the animal, Ann turned her head to meet her. Janette could see something, something she couldn’t understand. Just the tiniest spark in the horse’s eye. As she continued watching, she saw the spark grow and grow; suddenly she realized what it meant. She could see Ann’s very soul, and she knew that this horse had a better plan. Janette’s heart raced furiously. “No, dear… you can’t…” Janette puffed heavily. She slowly backed away as Ann advanced, quickly reaching the wall. Unaware of this, her head bumped against the wall, a sucker-punch to her psyche. Falling upon her rear, she held her head from the impact. As she looked up, she saw the magnificent buttocks she had admired, facing her directly. In terror, she took hold of her gun, aiming at those glorious glutes. “No, dear, please don’t…” The giant rear advanced toward her, slowly accelerated… “Ann, please…!” Janette’s pleas went unheeded, and the butt of Ann continued its course… “Ann… no!!” Janette fired off a shot, the bullet ripping through the air. Her aim was true. The flesh of the buttock exploded, flinging fur, blood and skin everywhere. A massive pockmark surfaced in Ann’s right glute. Still, the hind continued toward Janette, threatening to take her in… “No!!!” Multiple shots burst forth from the gun, and each time a brutal hit, ripping the flesh from Ann’s backside. Janette fired, fired, fired… squeezing the trigger each and every time with the hope that she could escape this evil beast. Alas, it was no good. Janette squeezed once more, but no bullet ripped forth, no bang rang out, no skin flew off the rear of Ann… Nothing more than a pathetic click. Before Janette could react, her world had disappeared. Her head was trapped in the rectum of Ann before she could even feel the glutes she had so desired. The horse bucked and whinnied, grinding her catch against the wall. Janette was unable to move; she was paralyzed by the incredible weight on her body. Ann dropped her rear down, grinding her raw skin against the wall, forcing her prey into her backside. She gave off a snort, then two, dragging her butt along the ground, scooping up the body of her captor. This cruel mistress that had held her in captivity for all this time was not her caretaker, after all. She was naught but an inconvenience, a hindrance; she must be removed. Janette’s legs slipped inside of Ann’s ass as though there were no friction whatsoever. With a tiny squelching sound, her feet disappeared into the black abyss, and Ann let out a tiny noise, unmistakably a fart. A rush of tingles set off throughout the body of the horse, triggered by the intense feeling of independence she had just won. Falling to the ground, twitching, Ann whinnied profusely, flinging her legs this way and that, kicking up the sawdust that lined the floor of the stall. Writhing in pleasure and satisfaction, she rolled onto her back, her legs frozen and seeming to protrude from her body. The struggles from deep within her bowel prolonged her pleasure, destroying what practical thought she could muster. Waste and juices flowed from her, mixing the ground’s powdery substance against her fur, creating a stew of epic proportion. Gaseous emissions bursting from her rear without relent, Ann, completely pleased with her accomplishment, gave a snort and righted herself. She bolted for the open barn door and continued running, off into the distance, until she could no longer be seen through the wavy air.

****

The world changed, ever onward, ever forth. It could be stopped for the will of nobody. That was not more than nature, of course. It was indeed in the nature of all things to advance, to press on, evolving to fit their shifting environment. To cease such evolution was not possible, nor wise. To change was to live, to live was to change. Cities sprang from the earth, and returned to whence they came. Births, then deaths; ashes to ashes, over and over as the years rolled past. Yet in the midst of this chaos, there were those spaces that refused to change, keeping their form through the years, degrading ever so slowly. It could be said that these spaces were in fact separated from the track the earth itself ran on, in a race by themselves. The sun, of course, was on a similarly removed path of evolution. Both of these places remained essentially constant regardless of outside factors, no matter how much changed around them.

One such zone of indifference to the world lay in the middle of nowhere, no mountains around, no hills; not more than the odd tree or house, sprinkled in amongst the tall, golden grass. The landscape had been perpetually baked by the harsh rays of the divine god that had cast its wrath upon it, seeming to make life impossible to the weak hearts of humans. In the midst of this haze of blazing heat, a structure still stood, defying its own decay. The dilapidated hovel seemed as though it would topple over any second, held by what seemed to be an unknown force, as though perhaps waiting for something. In the foggy heat of the day, twin figures could be seen approaching the building. As the crunch of grass beneath them halted, they stood still, silent. Seconds passed into minutes, and time seemed once again to stretch for eternity. The wind embraced them, taking them in its powerful grip, fondling them. The blazing grass stroked their calves, tickling their skin. Both beings stood in silent reflection of the structure before them, and what its significance had been. Indeed, it had shaped their very lives, being that which began their most important evolution. The proof of their change could now be seen; as one wiped its hand against its forehead, feeling a scratch… the figure looked at the source of the problem, and saw the golden band that had encircled its finger for so many years. The lips of the woman dropped, and from them fell a loving tone.

“Sis, err, dear… you remember this place…?”

The face of the figure’s sister was slowly taken over by the faintest of smiles, and behind her jet sunglasses, a gleam of happiness took precedence in her eyes. Indeed she did remember; this was the place that had defined the remainder of her and her sister’s life. This was the place that had revealed to the both of them that love had no boundaries, no limitations; that love itself could not be restrained by such trite social inhibitions as humans could create. So many memories came flooding back to her all at once, of her crotchety, dignified boss who hid a passion burning like the sun that torched the land; of that mythical beast who had borne her body for a day that had become an eon; of that yellowed, crumbling paper that had warned of the beast’s intention, that had been lost so many years ago… But most of all, she could feel – as though it were only moments ago – the pure feeling of bliss that coursed through her veins, and the ecstasy that had enslaved her spirit, absorbing her into its greater form; The darkness that surrounded her, that struck the deepest terror into her heart – and at the same time the courage granted to her by her love to continue on in the face of this unending pitch, thinking nothing for her own safety; The life that flowed through all things, entering and exiting both her and her sister’s bodies, as they became one being…

“It was so many years ago, and you still remember we’re sisters and more… and I remember it just as you. Just as our bond…”

Desire welled up within the trembling woman, as she gazed upon her sister’s smooth, supple body. The feel was met by the object of her desire with the same, and both siblings could sense that same pulse that had been present in their most desperate hour. Waiting for nothing, one grabbed the other, tripping and stumbling as the two rushed into the barn that had been the home of that blessed animal that had showed them the light of passion. Embracing each other, their bodies ground against their respective desires, evoking a torrent of tingling sensations, and the pulse that bound them grew ever stronger. Violent screams echoed through the plains out the mouth of the gleaming, shattered barn, falling on naught but deaf ears save for the owner of a muffled whinny far in the distance.

-MaxTwenty