One sunny summer day, a brown mare is walking down a long dusty path in the woods. The name of this beauty is Amanda, she is a 21 years old American Quarter Horse. She doesn’t have an owner, at least right now… From time to time she lives at some farms, but never longer than a week or so. She simply isn’t the type of horse who likes to have an owner. And there are also two more things special about her, first: She can talk and second: Well, you’ll see soon enough!
As she continues walking, she hears a slight rustling from a nearby tree. She stops to check things out and as she steps more near, a red apple falls down, right on her head. “What the..?” She mutters as she looks up to the treetop, where she discerns a young boy. He is collecting some apples in a small basket, as it seems, he hasn’t noticed Amanda yet. Out of a sudden, the stomach of the mare is giving a slight growl, “I guess an apple would be nice right now...” She says, talking quietly to herself, “...Hey! Young man! May you be so kind and throw me a good apple down?” The horse adds, this time loud enough for the boy to hear it.
“Huh? Who’s there?” The boy answers confused. From the sound of her voice, it could have been a young lady, but as he looks down, he only sees this horse, which seems to look at him somehow expectant. Amanda smiles at him, “Yes I asked that! But don’t be confused for too long, because I do like to have an apple now!” Her belly growls again, as if he would like to emphasize her argument. “Uh... okay... you don’t see a speaking horse every day so it is a bit confusing,” He answers, rubbing the back of his head, “anyways, you want an apple, right? I think I saw a good one over there...”, comes the muttering respond from him.
The apple he was talking about is one hanging over an old branch, which itself is hanging right over Amanda. The boy, which name is James by the way, tries to reach the fruit with his hand, but he doesn’t want to test the stability of this branch, so he grabs another, bigger limb of the tree to hold himself. The mare is still looking up at him, still waiting for her snack. “Almost got it...” He mutters. Right when he got the apple in his hand, the other one slipped from the other branch because it has a lot of moss on it. “Whoa!” James yells as he falls down from the oak.
He falls down headfirst, right towards Amanda. She opens her mouth to shout something, telling him to be careful, but it's a bit too late for that now. Instead of this, James falls directly into her opened muzzle! And because it's a fairly large tree, he had a lot of speed, even enough to stretch out the horse's maw for his entire body! He slips down her throat fully and stops in a large fleshy sack, her stomach... On the outside, Amanda didn't even had time to react in any way, first her neck bulges out and then her belly grows and hangs heavily between her legs, containing a nearly fully grown man... Right after it happened, Amanda had to sit down because of the sudden weight, "Oh my...”
She looks down on herself, being rather surprised about her suddenly big tummy. “Did I just… did I… swallow you?” She giggles a bit, more in an embarrassing way than a funny one. James starts to move, trying to shift himself into a better position in his slimy prison. “Swallow me? You did swallow me? Really?” He replies, feeling all around him to get an idea of the look of a stomach of a mare...
Amanda places one of her fore hoofs on her swollen gut, giving it a few tentative rubs, “Well, at least my hunger is satisfied now! And this feels even better than an apple!” She chuckles. Though James doesn’t seem to enjoy the situation as much a she does, “Okay… So I guess I’ll be trapped in here now?” He sighs, “Well it is pretty comfortable in here… but I would prefer my own bed more.” Amanda laughs about his comment, but right as she does so, one hearty burp interrupts her. She blushes, “Oh my… excuse me!”
“Mind if I sleep a bit in here?” James asks, getting more and sleepier in her comfortable stomach. “Go ahead. I have nothing against it…” Amanda replies happily with another belch and continues to walk down the path, letting her swollen belly swing under her spine with every step she makes...