She had passed out from exhaustion during her lengthy ordeal, her body devoting everything it had to processing her large meal, extracting nutrients from the remains, and kneading it bit by bit towards that plump, blue opening beneath the mare's tail.

The former gryphon named Gyro had settled into the mare's bowels during the night, creating a distinct pressure that only grew as time went on.

Come morning the completely worn-out mare had only one thing on her mind, and that was to relieve that presence that was aching in her abdomen.

In her drowsiness, she had forgotten, at least for the moment, what had happened the night before. letting out a contented sigh of relief when at long last that pressure within her left her body.


Art is  Silent_E

Prey is  thirdspurs

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