John felt like he was in an earthquake as the dispenser readied him and dropped him into an open slot. He couldn’t see much, as he was rolled into himself, but he could still hear Carrie’s cries. He felt two fingers slip themselves into his belly-button, stretching him uncomfortably.
“Chuck’s going to love this,” The mare chuckled before slipping John into her purse.
Carrie’s frantic shouts of “John!” were muffled, until eventually dying away as John was carried off in the dark purse. He was jangled around inside, loose change and makeup rolling over his already flat body for what seemed like days.
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Eager to get home, the mare fumbled with her house keys and unlocked the door. She flipped open her purse and extracted the small orange and black striped form of John and clutch it in her hand.
“Chuck?” She called up stairs, “Chuck, are you home?”
There was no answer.
“Chuck?” She called slightly louder before climbing the stairs to make sure.
As she reached the landing, the mare noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. She stepped lightly up to the door and pushed it open gently. She was greeted by an amazing sight. Lying on the bed was the completely naked form of Chuck. Chuck was a stallion, and a very well chiselled one at that. He was laying on his back, his arms behind his head and was supporting a very large erection.
“Oh, hello MJ,” Chuck breathed.
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John remembered spending the last few minutes wishing that this “Chuck” person wasn’t home and that Carrie had followed. Unfortunately, he wasn’t having any such luck. He heard Chuck’s voice and knew instantly that he was about to experience the most uncomfortable moments of his life.
“Haha,” Chuck laughed, as MJ handed him John’s rolled up rubber body.