Courtney drove home, as suggested she should, if from her most erotic experience she’d ever enjoyed. The imposed suggestions from Rene were, or seemed logical, as what Henry explaining, said for her to get ready for some drastic changes. Her mind was ablaze still from alluring and letting a brute pony stallion to mate with her; as if something more she should believe what Henry had said would begin soon, and happen more each day of the next seven days.
"Truths be told and not believed, bears foul fruits;" was what Courtney's dear mother said so often.
An angry Courtney stormed into her condo frothing of spit, she upset with what the stallion pony did so doom her as done willingly. What Rene said only enhanced the foul sentiments of a human female looking eight months pregnant, her belly so distended by a bulk load of congealed, cursed semen.
Soon again as standing naked in her bedroom-bathroom, Courtney felt worse her anger, for as trying to use a douse to evacuate the life damning semen inside her; the tip of the douse became stuck, held by all of Henry's semen.
"No, damn it no, it all needs to come out of me," screamed Courtney, as then furious!
A remembered a scene from her watching the TV show Mash, showed how Radar O'Rielly used a garden hose shoved up the asshole of a constipated mare to relieve her trouble.
"The shower sprayer attachment," said Courtney, she comparing its narrow hose to that as shown on the TV program. A fast run to get a pair of pliers from her kitchen drawer had her back to the shower stall and busied at unscrewing the head from its hose.
Courtney stood there working on her project, she comparing of what she was doing to what Henry with his cock head did to her; as how she wanted to dismantle him.
"Warm water melts sludge," grumbled Courtney; she beginning to worry of what Henry said...?
"Henry said," thought Courtney, "Horses can't talk, but she recalled vividly to that black bastard speaking, telling her precisely of how she had damned her future!"
As she stirred and pressed into her the shower hose, Courtney felt the warm water entering around the lump she had and wanted as out.
"Maybe warmer water works best," she thought to trying, but hot enhanced her discomfort.
"Suddenly, what was inside her began to breakup and globs popped out of her. globs of such size could not go sown the drain; but gathered in a wet heap, as Courtney sighed, she inhaled, and noted the flowery scent coming up from the pony semen sludge balls. She leaned forward with a thought to picking up and sniff the fragrant lumps.
A sniff and to her surprise she tossed the pony semen lump into her mouth.
"What," she yelled, "Am I doing," as happened she swallowed the yuck'o, slick glob.
A moment later and Courtney stood chewing her second lump of spent pony semen. She thought nothing of what vileness she was doing; and kept picking the lumps from where they slid close to the shower floor drain. She awoke from her crazy passion when realizing her being kneeling, licking up the last of Henry's spent globs and pearls of pony semen.
"What the, as feeling foolish, she shaking her head in disbelief of her grievous day of erotic experiences. The how and why of all she did, suggested she need plan for giving away of everything she owned," Courtney realized that she should write a plan to tuck into her last will and testament, if just to when of need to get ready for giving it all away.
"Oh hell, why am I so sure of my doom and a beastly future," Courtney arguing with her new passion for the scent, creaminess, and robust flavor of pony semen held her mind in a fog.
"Yuck, my hands, the skin looks gray; so what did that pony say, the skin shall show a change of hue and then to expect sprouting of Mule fur...?
No, no, no this is crazy, I must be going insane; me letting a pony stallion fuck and mate with me; and then to him having a confab with me about his sexy aura, infectious semen, and my doom of me becoming a male mule, all so stupid…!
Dry off, and get on some comfortable leisure ware and then a meal. Meal, who’s hungry, I got a belly full of creamy tasting, pony semen Jelly; but I am tired, and very stretched, but oddly not a bit sore, hmm, I wonder why?”
Courtney sat and read for a while, but from where she felt as thoroughly stretched, began again a bloating feeling. She decided about 9:30 pm to go to bed, but took a pain pill to calm her nerves. “Yup, tomorrow is the dawning of a new day; and I should feel differently!”