The Clydesdale Makes Her Stay...

(Originally by MaxxieCub)

The large horse quickly bites her shirt and drags her into the pen. She yelps and grabs his snout, "Whoa! Stop! Down boy!" But he doesn't stop, he only snorts, blowing smelly horse breath in her face. She coughs and is thrown to the floor none too gracefully. Her ass smacks against the ground with a "Plop".

She shivers and looks down. Between her legs is a pile of horse apples, "Ugh, disgusting!"

The equine smiles again and approaches her with a despicable look on his face. "I'm glad you find it so gross, I just made that. It's super fresh." He has a thick Scottish accent, which adds to his crude remark. The weasel stares at him and begins to tremble as he gets closer. "Hi, my name is Clives, lovely to meet ya, lassie."

"I wish I could say the same to you..." She was about to get up, when he kept her down with a very dusty hoof. Her ears lower and she bites her lower lip in terror. "Please don't..."

"Oh, I will 'do' whether you like it or not." He kicks her in the stomach and begins to turn around. She groans in horror as she sees his grotesque ass. It's completely covered in horse dung and hay, some were just dried flakes. At least Butterscotch had a relatively clean ass, this was unholy! The weasel had to get out of here, her heart raced in fear, so she...