Running into Emergency Rations


Written by Septia.


“Goodnight, sweetie. Goodnight, Pilar. Goodnight, Gaspar,” Juanita whispered as she went around the bedroom, adjusting one blanket after the other and brushing cute faces. Till she reached the fifth occupied bed, seated across a sixth, empty bedding. 
	-Bbhwng- Juanita brushed over her taut midsection, it wouldn't be empty for much longer. 
	“Haawnfm, daddy?” Isabelle mumbled. 
	“Yes, dear?” He said, stretching bending his giraffe neck over her to brush their cheeks together. 
	“Could you tell me a story? Pwomise I'm not sweepy.” 
	“Oh, sweetie, of cour-.” -Brrghmlgrms- Juanita peered down, watching his stomach rattle so the tessellated pattern of ochre and auburn vibrated. He clutched their gut. “Oh… B-but, it is already, save it for a time you are awake for it, okay, sweetie?” 
	“Mmmr,” Isabelle mumbled, “kay, just a goodnight kiss then?” she said showing her cheek. 
	-Ghrbrbs- 
	“Mmrgh…,” Gaspar mumbled and turned in bed. 
	“O-oh, dear, mommy better get out of here before his stomach wakes anymore of you up. S-sleep tight, Isabelle,” he whispered and snuck back out through the door. 
	Isabelle was left with her head on the pillow, considering the door, “Dad's such a weirdo~” 


~ 1 ~


-Ghrbglglps- -Chhrrrlspgsh- The giraffe's gut growled; tepid reverberations sweeping across their body. 
	“S-soon, soon…,” he mumbled. -Ghrbrllglpgsha- The stomach complained. 
	Juanita sighed and crammed a handful of autumn leaves into her gob. 
	“Hwe happie?” she mumbled out amidst the sporadic crunching of crumpling parchment. 
	-Bgbrlg- Her tummy bobbed. He sighed. This hadn't been an issue when he was in her human form. Their giraffe transformation had brought primarily benefits, she couldn't handle as many pregnancies as he could now, and he had so much more energy to spend with his kids. And he loved his kids… -Ghrbbrglsap- Which is why he couldn't be there when the… cravings, started. He shook his head as he wandered through the backwoods. He was able to restrain himself, mostly, but even she remained uncertain how close he'd been from kissing his daughter goodnight, or scarfing her down like a bag of pork cracklings. So, when the cravings did spur, the mother had to find… other solutions. 
	He brushed away the vegetation, peering into the fields of farmer Gorduun, along with his stable, and paddock. Seems luck was on her side, as there were still a few horses resting in the enclosure. 


The equine snoozed on a patch of grass in the sanded paddock, its black coat gleaming in the twilight. Juanita snuck close, scootching up to their face. She was beautiful… the giraffe massaged his jaw, rolling and warming the muscles loose. 
	“Hokay, sorry horsie…,” he mumbled. Juanita unhinged their jaw, clutching the horse's muzzle with both hands and hauling it into their wide gape, leaning into the fling of the motion to screw their maw over its head. -Cshrlglpgshta- A crinkling of compressed saliva ringing out, as his lips passed the ears. Quickly, she arched her neck down, warping her maw to a strain as she hoisted up the equine's neck and wrapped her lips over its front legs in a cacophony of squealing drool. Still hadn't woken up. -Haaaomgmpgs- -Mmfmgsgah- Another feat of strength, scoffing the horse's front legs into her gape, sealing them in with a series of fruitful swallows -Gllmphh- -OOmmgphdl- -Ghhrlrmpgsh- that siphoned the horse's girth into her neck. Juanita felt her gullet seer in satisfaction as it distended around the cattle’s contours. The visage of the horse's head and neck locked away in the long arch of Juanita's neck, its thighs and hooves engorging her cheeks…
	The horse began to stir. 
	“Mfmwmgsp, mfms, so shorrey,” Juanita huffed out with pleasure in her voice, he knew it was too late for them. -Ghjrloogmspah- With a gulp that oscillated their cheeks down their neck, she tucked in the horse's front. The girth of the equine's hooves were crammed away into her neck, joining the arched sack of bloated meat of his head. Juanita moaning over the arch of horse sealed in his long neck: muzzle bloating out above her breasts in the visage of a third boob, neck chocked in his own, and hooves wedging and shifting closer to his maw. 
	-Ghbrbgjgs-a Juanita felt her stomach growling, even now it demanded more. He grasped around the horse's barrel. “B-bhe aghhoodfmfm horsey.” She huffed out around it and dragged in. -Ooohhlgmpgh- Juanita scoffed the mare down with tremendous gulps. The bloats across his neck inflating as the rugged droves of head and legs sunk down and the broad barrel took its place. Juanita's lips trawling over the horses' frame as the cranium drowned under the bulk of his cleavage. -Ghrbghsa- -Ghhrrbwbgngns- The stomach gurgle curled and swelled in a rubbery grind of meat. Her pregnant middle sprawling outwards as the breadth of the mammal sunk to her depths. 
	“Mfmhffms mfsa.” She took a moment to catch himself, breathing down over the flicking tail tickling his mustache.. The black globes of the mare's hind framed in the confines of his maw, legs kicking at empty air whilst Juanita thanked all the baby pudge stashed on his thighs providing ample counterbalance for the wild throes. 
	G-mgmgphs- -oOOghlpgnsp- -Gpssmhmps- He swallowed, the mother's cravings knowing no bounds, lips wrapping over the plush posterior, the kicks working against the mare as the sudden shifts jettisoned her downwards -Ghhrbhgs- -Chhrggha- -Glglstpusa- Juanita sponsoring his grotesquely engorged neck, panting whilst the rotund hind wedged along the sloping gutters, warping the shattered pattern of auburn over his skin. “Mfmpggh… mfpgsh. -Ghhrlrlpgmgps-” his lips caught the movement of the legs, wrapping them up in the folds of his throat, smacking over the shifting hooves as the peristalsis of the neck kept the equine in check. 
	“Mwmfpg, yeah almost all down there…” he huffed out. -Glrlphsmp- Arching his neck back with each swallow, the jerking bends and shifts of the throat hauling the equine down, as the bulges steamrolled flat to the confines of their gullet, siphoned past the proud mother's bust, -glbhhgllgsa- and infilling her gut with the raw meat of a fully grown mare. -ghrbhg- -Glgshgshs- His gut jostled and shifted, a stretching squeal of latex following the struggles of the equine engorging their course. Their pregnant outy jiggling as the gut behind it moulded wider, its breadth contorting outwards, well past Juanita's child bearing hips, giving the impression she was carrying a table under a giraffe patterned cloth over her gut. Though its constant shifting and squealing told otherwise. 
	-Hnnyyghgngh- A whinny escaped her middle, Juanita swallowing and swallowing, arms clinging around the rotund breadth of the rolling dunes. 
	“Oofosph mfpaha, y-yes, p-please don't take this as-as a bad thing mrs. black mare, I r-really needed your shelp right now,” she mumbled. 
	-Hyyrnrnhghgs- Another whinny of bloats protruded in jabs from the horse's kicks. Juanita teetering in place. He clutched his gut harder, swinging the congestion of a mare back and forth, the rocking of a baby' cradle. 
	“Sorry sorry, sorrysorry, calm down calm down,” she pleaded, sweat clotting down his black speckled up coat. -Ghbrhhghgsa- -Brhrhglgspsahsa- A sludgey juggle of meat and acids drummed from her gut, Juanita huffing and biting down on his lips. “Sorry, sorry shhh… shshhss. Ssshhs… It is ok. It’s ok horssiee, just digest, just digest in pappa Juanita's tummy…” Every single throe and bloat sent satisfaction rattling from his tail up to his ossicles, thrumming them like maracas. That demanding hunger was sated, but… Juanita just really, really didn't want to think about, what he was doing too much. As much as the struggles warmed her loins, she'd appreciate if they could just… settle… -Ghhrbghgh-. Reverberations of a bagged mire jostled from their abdomen. The stomach clenched -Crlprsths- in a thrum that made his tail stand straight. Then sloped down in a jostle, bobbing well over his hips and jeans. -Bhruaaarhrhslp- -Hooraaauurlsp- -Hooouuraaalpr- Belching out air that tautened his guts. “Mmfsp fmpsah. Pha…” Juanita panted. -Clbngns- her stomach still jostling as his ear fidgeted. But it had calmed. “Oooh, thank the earth…” she mumbled and slumped down on her knees. -Gbognnb- the gut bobbing into his lap, jolts of tension rippling across it that rigged a smiling fluster. “Pha… Shh. It’s ok… you are good, fmsm, balls are you ever a good pony,” he mumbled, eventually reaching down to pick up the marbles of his necklace scattered in the grass. 
	-Ghnhyeeheyey- Juanita peeked up, seeing another mare further off, barely awake, with a succulent, chocolate coat. -Ghhrbrhhgsha- He bit her lip -Ghhrbrhghsa- as his gut rattled. -Fcflnsntha- Juanita's eyes smacked open, as she felt a tension at her neck, a chocking strain. Peering down, he noticed the muzzle blockade at his throat, his necklace of swirling green and yellow marbles digging into his coat. He forgot to take it off… but at this point, she couldn't give this up… -Gllrrmgpgha-, with the tension of sinew stiffened to steel, he swallowed -Chhrldlrpthw- The thread burst as the girth of the muzzle warped the width of his gullet, the marbles scattering on the grass below, and leaving Juanita a new breath.


~ 2 ~


-Haampg- Oomph- -Mmmhaaofofm- The loosened giraffe maw guzzled over the coca mare's gut, gnawing at the supple meat as he scarfed down the mare too confused to realise its dire straights. -Ghrbhghsa- -Bhrlglga- in creaking salvos of meat slaps and squeals his nect protruded with the silhouette of the equine, his neck congested with with dunes sagging under their gratuitous bulk, smothered under the bulldozing gulps. 
	“Mgmpghs mpgsha…” Juanita moaned as he devoured the equine's hind, massaging his throat to aid their journey down… -Gbbrhgh a rumble, echoing through his neck, spiralling upwards… -Fpbrbrorrwprths- The mare's tail fluttered under the gale of flatulence seeping form their hind, an aroma of wilting hey and boiled carrots snapping Juanita's senses clear. “Mmf mpg sh,” she tilted her head back, crammed her palms down the horse' cheeks, their flanks so plush it warped around her digits in a transient pleasure as the hind sunk down into the catacomb of her neck. 
	-Shhffllpthngs- -Dtmtptghs- -Gllrrfffsthc- As more of the mare jammed past her throat, her ribcage clogged together with their sister. Juanita drew down the flailing hooves, the cheeks still visible in a roiling embrace of undulating flesh, before her teeth shut over her hooves. -Clltpsh- -Gooomphd- a swallow smoothing her neck as the droves siphoned to her gut in a thrust of expanding jostles, -Chhtstdddwmpth- -gllgmmtpshah- her gut blotting out, swelling over her knees and rippling with thick pillars of warped coat swaying and sailing over the abdomen. 
	“Mfmmfps naoha. Ohaa, cocoomon, jc-calm d-down,” she huffed out, kneading down his gut, cradling the struggling droves. To think… that foul stench of its flank fumes still lingered, it had eaten its fill of vegetables and stocked up fodder, a whole horse, now crammed in her greedy gut. “Mmf shushshushsh…” he huffed out and kneaded her gut into the ground, squishing himself into the sand and scotching to and fro, rocking himself over the stomach to mute its thrashing. “It'll be fine, you'll have aaamcms cozy time down my guts, j-just enjoy, comfy right, just let mfs mama… mmf, oh please stop struggling so much,” she said with bated breath and rose with smattered cheeks. -Glthgsahh- -Gbfhhgs- -Cjjrlgghsa- eventually, it calmed, somewhat, now two mares wedged in the mattress of a gut, gurgling and jostling above his hips. “Pahaammf pha…, phao… ha… apologies,” she said and patted her tummy. -Bbtnhmp- -bthtmsp- the taut, filled stomach reverberating like an over-bloated truck tire. “Better I tuck in you, than tucking away my kin, my kids…” He mumbled- -Brhglps- -Cbbrgslp- The rustle curled though his bowel tract… -Ppbbrrrffwwrrpppth- a horn blow of rancid vapors battered through Juanita's cheeks, the brunt muted by his jeans though the surrounding air, soon subsumed by a reek of pickled jerky. 
	Juanita flushed deeply, clinging to his gut and biting down his lip. “S-soorrry…” he strained, -Bbbrrppffwwrthp- laying out another gust that rocked his tummy. “Iawmmf… that, stinks. So bad already,” she mumbled, her chest heavy at the prospect of that gassy mare soon enough being little more than a huff through her own derrière… 
	Juanita shuffled up on his cloves, only to freeze… In the middle of the paddock, stood a stallion, head cocked in her direction, a black coat spotted with milky chalk splotches. And it was… massive… They must have been on even shoulder height. Juanita swallowed. -Ghrbrbhgs- “J-just. Mmm j-just… one more…,” he mumbled, and shuffled closer. 
	The stallion stepped back. 
	“Come, horsey. Horsey…” Juanita mumbled and liked her lips. 
	The stallion took off. 
	Juanita dashed behind and had little hope of outrunning a horse, but the paddock was only so large, if she could just tire it out… -Clglpghsa- -slgpghsha- her gut heaved and sloshed widely in broad sways as she ran, how could she even fit more? It didn't matter, she was so hungry, pappa needed that juicy pony ham. 
	The stallion neared the fence. Dead end. Juanita opened his maw wide, salivating-… the horse jumped… but, the fence, it couldn't possibly clear it. -Chhthc- 
	It couldn't. Lodged stuck halfway, unbalanced on the wooden beams, its hind rocked upwards, jutting out in the path of the dashing giraffe. 
	She saw the black pucker flex, before her vision was eclipsed. 
	-Sclljjrrsjhllwtp-. 
	A wall of raw, damp must knocked into Juanita's senses as his head slammed through the budding brim. Throbs of the heavy, fleshy leather pinched into his neck, 
	“Gngsh paha, G-get o-ofoa m-me.” Juanita squealed, tugging and clasping for a grasp. -Bgbrhgsa- The rectum rattled… a flood of miasma roared over her. -Bhhrfoooofmfmwpthts- -Shhrrlltpthah- Juanita felt his neck slathered in colon fluids as the torrent pried the pucker open and thrust her in to the base of her neck, bombarded with an undiluted malodour of carbonized walnuts and drenched in vinegar. “Pgpsha pwahhwa, uurghs get off fg-get me -ohoutt.” She squealed in the brine of the smog, feeling the brim still rippling over his neck. The breath within the rectum was dense to breath, repulsive to the point her lungs rejected it, stealing his breath only to force him to choke down the dense, moist pollution. 
	The stallion wriggled, huffing and neighing, twisting its head confused. Though, reacting to the muffled pleads form his rear, begun to shift down from the corral's wall. -Crlrlpthsh- clrlpshtha- the rugose pucker bending and moulding over the giraffe's shoulders like matte wool, crinkling with a crackle of fried bacon as the soggy rind engulfed the fanny lodged hunter. 
	Juanita screamed into the ass, hands catching the pucker as it crept across her shoulders, prying it open -Cslptshta- with webbings of goo joining the flesh to her. The stallion shifted back -Shhfthhfflflspthsa- the pucker sloughed over her hands, swallowing his upper body and resting briefly at his mammeries -Bbngns- -Krlglpthsa- compacting them under the bulk of the brim and drawing his catch ever upwards. The stallion huffed trough flared nostrils. Calmed, as another ballast brewed through this hind. -Bbbrfllprwrwthtthhstsslpa- drenching Juanita in a cascade of vaporous rot concentrated to a liquid smoke -bfrrflflwpths-. 
	“Hugap haa hggck,” Juanita coughed and hacked, mind soaked in the raw putrefaction compressing her more than the stallion's bowels. “Pha, I'm sorry a-ate your co-concubines, I'll c-cough ‘em up, p-please let mfmpfg-” -Bfbrruhppfpfhth- another puff of sharp fermentation sprung upon her, prickling his nostrils and up to his brain with in a tactile redolence of yeast… or… was that the sensation of a her brain fermenting? 
	-Crlrlpsth- -Cllprrsstch- A crinkling squeal rustled around her abdomen, the equine pucker gradually budding to scoop up her mare mollass’d midsection. -Shblrlpghthsa- he felt his cheek smush into a cluster of putty, their face mangled up by the intestinal tract to mulch into supple, greasy horse apples. Radiating with a concentrated cocktail of wilting seaweed and botched mushroom stews… But…Juanita's mind was still, barely, processing the first blast. Their senses clogged by a haze of decay, limbs falling limp for the stallion to take his time enveloping her pregnant gut to clog his flanks. 
	“Mfmpsha. Ghua…” Juanita wheezed, -Clsglpthahta- clumps of muck sprawling and pancaking against her sides as the tepid atmosphere crawled down her gut, the wrinkled rim clenching around the tummy, -Fsplth- -clspghtha- haulting it in to seal him out of the world. 
	-Blnghs- -Glglpgahgha- The stallion's barrel gradually inflated, budding in a sag downwards to meet ground level. Leather donut warping to chuck them deeper.
	-Nhyyhehehh- The stallion bucking his legs back, -Slglpthha- -fllpsthta- with each shifting upward the rear encapsulated the gut, resting around Juanita's child bearing hips, thrusting them upwards with a guttural swallow -Cllpsthgh- -Grclspghths- as their gut pancaked the ground in groves of swollen blubber, the capour entombed mother’s legs hanging limp beneath his tail, oilcloth- clpsththa- shuffled inside as the stallion huffed. -Cllpthhtaps-. The hind quarter gates sealing over Juanita’s cloves as the Paddock returned to the evening’s silent serenade. .


~ 3 ~


Juanita chipped for breath, gasping in the stirring bowels. -Sflsogsha- -Clsptthsa- The walls bending slick to his motions, bundling up to clench them taut. “Hfhauua… ha…” he wheezed. The lack of breathable air casting his mind into delirium. -Bbfprprhrhthpthsa- Thick gales rushed past them, shifting the manure moulding along their body, the stinging air of concentrated putrefaction embedded in his lungs. He could feel the moldy stench clutching his chest, it had laid roots and flourished, except by the end of this, he'd be no fancy cheese… “Gh-ghual…” she shifted in a sluggish turn of defiance. Cramped to the point he had not the strength to even shift his own gut… “Ghaw. Ss-sho…rry…” Juanita mumbled as the bowels wormed around her. Fading… 


-Sllpththspah- she opened her eyes, a sting of citrus. She blinked and shifted, watching strands of gunk clustered over his face. A putty sporting strands of vegetation, wafting an aroma of grass distilled into alcohol. It sizzled… the chyme was, somewhat fresh. Were they close to…? -Slpthta- -bddwlfpthsha- A cluster of chyme clobbered into the giraffe, drooping down his chest, compacting past her frame. The stallion was still eating. It did as the horse would always do. Dragging its pancaked barrel to mark long streaks along the paddock with its congestion of a ballast. The radiating smog from the chyme, a smelling salt, the concentrated brine akin to endlessly licking salt-blocks permeated the giraffe's mind. But she wasn't strong enough… soon she had faded once more… 


-Gllpthg- -cllpsghtaha- Juanita, barely parted his gunk crusted eyes. Peering down his frame, baked in with muddied ochre matching his coat, and neon greens of the ruminated grass. A cocoon of mulch, … -gllgbsgh-agbgha- a faint rustle form his gut, frail. It could have been hours, were the mares still there? Or, nothing but sludge? If so… that meant… she didn't… have much time. 
	-Fllpthsa- -bjnkglgnsj- A jostle of a waterbed rung beneath him, mare clogged abdomen revolving and rippling in the gut, though the little struggle they provided was soon muted by the walls contracting -sllpfhththa-. 
	“Phafa mgpahsa…” Juanita huffed, feeling the manure at their legs, move… or… was, the manure her legs? -Blrhflspaha- His stomach rattled, a kick and shudder. She thought of her sweet dears… her thoughts clearing, wandering. 'Sweetie… b-best if… you stay inside…' her eyelids caked in bolus and chewed leaves. As her body, was macerated, by the ever kneading manure forge. 


~ 4 ~


-Bbfwrreprptptsha- The stallion's tail fluttered under the guttural serenade of salty mulch and colon cologne. 
	-Gnhyynhrhhe- The stallion neighed, stepping wider its legs spread wider apart as the rotund bulb of flesh twitched, -Crllprstahta- crinkling like a candy wrapper around molten fudge as a bale blossomed forth. 
	-Clflpththa- The surface of smoothed equine batter, a sticky caramel, wedging the brim further and further around its mammoth bulk. -Clrlrlpthatha- crinkles of autumn leaves churning under a barrage of mud ricochet in the air as the pucker thrummed along, the bale careening outwards. 
	-Hnyyrrrrnghs- The stallion cried out as the bale reached its zenith, spanning the width of his flanks, displaced curls around the tower of manure… Its hue an oily coal umber, matching the white spotted coat, when accounting for the stray chunks of vertebrae, fractured scapulae, and molten ribs embedded in the surface of hot nougat fresh from the stallion’s fudge factory. -Cthhrs- -Crhrlapthsa- It shuffled outwards, weighed down from the malleable brim, slumping towards the grass below… -Slfpththtpatha- The surface of the putty slathered down to smother the grass below. 
	-Ghggnghgyyhyye- The stallion shook its mane, shuffling in place as the manure pillar had nowhere to go. -Gnnhhh-eyyheeye- he cried, -Kllrrsspghtch- pucker clenching, posterior muscles flexing. The brim dipped inwards, then protruded with a thunderous -Fbprhrhpwpfflflspths- staining the air in a pungent licorice and jerky boiled into a sludge and topped with country compost. -Sfpthhtaht-athsa- Doughy muck barrelled out through the broad brim, the pillar bending under its own weight as the loop of filth slung above it. The pillar toppling to the ground -Fwlpthtbrrrlths- burying its path in its dense muck, as the remaining curl of filth billowed onto itself in a broad arc. -Cllpths- -Gblptah- -Blpshchrp- Pops of trapped fumes puttered in the muddy mire. -Dlsplthsa- marbles of a broken necklace dislodged form the bent mire, -Kdlpstha- a belt-buckle clattered against a pebble. -Cllptbtwhpgsh- The last loop fell, the gargantuan bale curling on the ground. -Clsplth- -Krlsppch- The stallion's pucker fluttered in flexes. -Dslpths -Grlpsthsha- -Fllfbhhrrpth- A few huffs of fumes winding through the rampantly convulsing colon. -Gnhfhfhs- The horse huffed through flared nostrils. 
	Shaking its mane the stallion stuttered forwards, giving a glance back to the curl. A single, solid bale of manure, with a width to rival the barrel of the mares who made it. Sculpted in a broad U of a horseshoe. -Clhthths- With a thud and clatter of its tongue, whipping of the mane, and tail fanning the fumes and bugs that gathered. The stallion trotted off; leaving the flies to revel in the foetid feast. Clad in patterns of tesselation, a match for the perpetrator’s cloak.