![]() They were well-behaved creatures, so I really had no idea they would do anything. After a few weeks, I'd grown to know the trio-Coco, Rio, and Scout. It got me out of the house, and kept me away from Sarah's husband. Sarah was busy with her job in the city, and her husband was a bit of a freeloader, so with nothing to do, I took to caring for the horses. She had three horses and a large, old-style estate house on a few dozen acres. Now, when I say 'farm', I'm probably overexaggerating. My job, back when I thought I could have one, wasn't going to start for a few months with my parents in the middle of a move, Sarah kindly offered to provide me hospitality until my apartment would be ready for me to move into it. My friend pointed to a pile of dung and said, "No you don't it's filled with that." Somehow that didn't stop my imagination. I remember looking at a few cows with a friend and mentioning how cool it would be to see one from the inside. ![]() I'd always been fascinated with being eaten, even as a young child before I even knew what to call it. I wish it had never happened, though prior to that summer, I thought otherwise. I wish I could say I didn't recal the exact date and time. My first time was at a farm-my mother's friend's farm to be exact. Horse, Feral, Head-First, Fatal, Full-Tour, Full-Digestion, Scat, Reformation
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