>Be Anon
>It’s been couple of months since you’ve been here
>A dense forest of unknown size, full of creatures you’ve never seen before 
>The only reason why you were still alive was you were a massive survivalist fag. Traps, hunting, making fire, and bushcraft were your hobbies. You spent god knows how much on survivalist gears… too bad you didn’t bring them when you were shanghai’d here. 
>The last thing you remembered was walking to work and someone screaming something
>Honestly? You’d rather stay here. It’s a bit lonely for sure, but better than having a shitty 9 to 5 job being treated like you’re less than human.
>THWAP!
>You snap toward the direction of the sound. Sweet, your trap worked. 
>Rabbit stew
>Fuck yeah
>But it wasn’t a rabbit 
>What the fuck is this. Why is this thing fucking blue? Is that a fucking horse? Why does it have a wing?
>You give a closer look. The blue mini-horse struggled neighing as it thrashed. You saw her eyes, an unnatural color. You circled around your newly caught prey, and poke it.
>It chirped? A single sharp shrill, like a toy that made a squeaking sound. You run your hand on the soft fur and the plush yet firm flesh
>Did the poisonous frog logic apply here?
>Well, meat is me…
>The tail flicked
>It’s been weeks, all alone in this damn forest
>You stare at it
>The tail was now staying up, fully uncovering her pussy
>You snap your neck away
>Nope
>Nah
>Nuh-uh
>You’re no horse fucker

>You unsheathed your stone knife food is food
>You smell something fruity, grapes?
>You see a thick glob of pussy juice was practically dripping 
>It’s asking for it, right? Holy shit that smells so good. It’s asking for it. 
>Your spread the lips wide, your shame was being casted out by your urges
>Pink lips, so glossy and inviting, and oozing with thick juice. You could feel the warmth on your thumbs. 
>You remove your loin cloth, and since the little horse was already at the perfect level, you grabbed her body
>This was to satisfy your urges
>You were no horse fucker 
>You slowly push the tip in, your knees almost buckled. If not using the little horse as support you could have. You thrust your hips, fully immersing inside the horse. 
>The poor little horse was bearing the months of isolation one pound at a time, it neighed with responding to your movement 
>Then in one final thrust, you released it all inside
>You stare at the little horse, eyes watery and now dripping with cum and her juice 
>Jesus Christ
>You raped an innocent animal
>After pulling back your loincloth you cut the rope off, and watch it fly away 
>You'll never see that thing again
>What the fuck is wrong with you?