[It had all felt so tight. Warm thick liquid, completely foreign to him in most ways, filling him up past the point one would normally think possible! How did he so suddenly end up on such display? It was all so quick and sudden and, and, oh my, it actually felt kind of good. He was finding it difficult to keep concentrated.

When her voice rang out, he looked up in obedience. Expression growing slack in surprise at the sudden work of fine art she had been holding in front of him.

He almost wanted to protest. The thought of defiling such exquisite equine beauty in this lewd and degenerate act absolutely... titillating.

Oh he felt horrible. Dirty, filthy, disgusting, just--]

O-of horse... ma'am...

[His mouth hung open loosely. Grey tongue darting out and pressing along the flared underside of the horsecock. Sucking and kissing at the tip in rabid need just as he had been so directly ordered. His voice humming out as he quivered in response to the hose which still filled him up so very much.]