The mares line up, and they each take turns planting their assholes on your mouth, and shitting logs thick as a wrist down your throat. You don’t wake up, and the mares love that. They do this until they can’t do it anymore, but they decided to wipe their asses on your body, on your hands, and even on your face. In the morning you see what the mares did and you feel violently ill. Before you can leave, the blue mare arrives, and takes you back to her home, where she then…
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