Chapter 5, Part 2 (Cons, Bestiality, No Death)

Currently brushing the horse was a girl I assumed to be the horse's owner. Hannah, I think I remembered the earlier girl saying. She had her long blonde hair in twin braids that fell to the middle of her back. She wore a plaid button up shirt, knotted between her prodigious tits, chaps that left her genitals exposed, cowboy boots and a pink cowboy hat. As she worked she occasionally turned to address her audience and explain what she was doing, she had a real cute face, green eyes and a smattering of freckles.

She briefly explained stuff like her routine and how she takes care of her horse, but I wasn't paying particular attention, my focus was her tits, and how they bounced as she excitedly talked and jumped around taking care of her horse. Something she was saying managed to make it to my brain and my attention snapped back in time to hear her saying the horse should be ready for another round.

She crawled onto the grass beneath the horse, flashing the crowd a good look at her goods while she did. She took the head of his flaccid penis into her mouth and began to stroke her hands up and down its length. Once it had gotten a bit harder she took the head out of her mouth, then untied her shirt and nestled the cock between her tits. She massaged them up and down the lower half of the horse's cock while she stroked the top half with broad thorough caresses of her tongue.

When the horse was fully erect the girl walked a couple feet away to where there was set up a horizontal rail and a sturdy looking table. The girl took off her shirt and hat, casting them aside. She then lent against the rail, her heavy tits dangling free, slapped her ass, and whistled.

The horse walked over, its powerful forelegs surging as the horse jumped halfway onto table. The horses cock slapped against the girls skin, reaching almost halfway up her back. The cock was thicker than the girls forearm and it seemed impossible for the girl to be able to take that and survive, but I was pretty sure she had talked about this being a regular experience.

Me and the rest of her audience moved to get a better look, there were around a half-dozen of us total, so there wasn't any problem getting a good spot. I squatted in the grass just to the side and in front of the girl. Were I to reach out my hand I could have cupped her dangling breast. From this angle I couldn't see her pussy, but I was more interested in her expressions.

She whistled again. The horse leaned back, his cock dragging along her back until the head of his cock slid down through her ass crack and stopped to rest at the entrance to her pussy. She took a few quick breaths, steeling herself in the same manner a weightlifter would, then whistled a third time. The horse thrust forward at a steady rate, whinnying and taking tiny steps forward as he found his stance. The girls abdomen visibly distended as the horse cock entered and filled her. When the cock was buried completely, the horse's stomach pressing into the girls back, the distention stopped just below her breasts. It was astonishing how deeply she had taken it, and without violence.

There was a long still moment, everyone waiting with bated breath. The horse whinnied, shifted his hips back and withdrew his cock about two-thirds of the way, snorted, and began to thrust. He thrust in and out, his cock bottoming out on every one. The girl let out a strangled moan with each thrust, as if she was having the wind knocked out of her each and every time. From her expression the experience was apparently pleasant, but her knuckles were white as she struggled to hold in place on the rail.

This savage display went on for several minutes, during which the girl noisily came several times. Drool dripped down her chin, flying away whenever she was smashed into. Loose hair was plastered by sweat to her forehead. All of a sudden the horse thrust forward, held back his head, and neighed, the girl matching him with a hoarse cry of her own. The pulses of the horse's cock were visible through the skin of her taut belly, her midsection distending ever so slightly further as it filled with horse cum. The cock apparently left little spare room in the girl and some overflow was forced back along the sides of the horse's cock to drip out of the girl's cunt onto the grass.

The pair stayed like that for a couple minutes, the horse occasionally nickering softly, the girl's breathing gradually returning to a relaxed rhythm. Her eyes were closed, but she remained standing, though that could have been more due to the support of the rail and the horse cock penetrating her length rather than any power of her own. Eventually the horse seemed to have had enough, stepping down from the table and backing away, his softening cock slipping wetly from the girl. Now uncorked, horse cum began to spill freely from the girl onto the grass, followed shortly after by the girl herself as she slumped into the puddle of cum. The girl roused quickly, unsteady legs having difficulty finding purchase on the slick grass. She bowed to the audience, which had grown a little since I last paid attention, and there was a smattering of applause.

The crowd began to disperse. The girl picked up her shirt and hat, putting them on but not knotting the shirt. She then tottered off, retrieving something from a bag before returning to her horse. She held out her palm face up, a sugar cube sitting in its center. As she fed the horse his treat she stroked his neck, thanking him for the wonderful fucking and congratulating him on the excellent performance.

I heard giggling off to my side and glanced toward the source, I recognized the three middle school aged girls who had been seated next to me in the theater. They were whispering and giggling, pushing each other as they glanced from one another to Hannah and her horse, apparently trying to goad one another into doing something. They approached the girl but didn't say anything, giggling and prodding each other. The brunette girl stumbled forward with a little yelp when the other two pushed her. Hannah turned around, smiling at the trio.

"Did you want to ask me something?" she asked.

The younger girl turned her head back and stuck out her tongue at her giggling companions before turning back to Hannah and standing up straight.

"Do you let him fuck other people?" she asked.

"Absolutely!, though I do feel the need to warn you; I would be pretty surprised if any of you survived the experience, and I would be astounded if they did." she said, gesturing toward the pregnant girl's belly. "Still interested?"

"How do you survive the experience?" the pregnant redhead asked.

"I'm glad you asked!" the girl said. "Years of training and stretching makes it so my pussy doesn't tear. The same plus some specialized medicine widened my cervix and leaves it basically permanently open so he can pass through harmlessly. And see this scar here?" she said gesturing to a scar that ran vertically along the right side of her abdomen. "I did a little bit of amateur surgery, made sure my womb stays in the right place and pushed a bunch of other stuff around so that it gets pushed out of the way instead of smashed when he fills me up to diaphragm. And speaking of my diaphragm, I also regularly do breathing exercises to keep it strong, but also to keep it flexed while he's fucking me so he can't do worse than bruise it."

"Wow, that's a lot." the brunette girl said, eye's wide.

"Yeah, but it's worth it. It feels so good when he fills me that completely. It's an experience I would happily give my life to experience, but I don't have to! I'm so glad I get to do it over and over again, especially when I get to do it for an audience! Sharing just a little of the experience with others and maybe even inspiring them to do the same!" she shared emphatically, her chest bouncing along with her exuberance. "Anyway, it's a big decision to make. Buckley here has a couple weeks of cum built up, so he shouldn't need to take too long to be ready again. I think it's almost time to send a girl into the jaguar cage, so if any of you are still interested come back after that show is done and he should be ready for another ride!"

With that she turned back to her horse and the giggling girls wandered off to join the growing throng of people around the jaguar cage. I moved to join them.