"Can't we talk about this!?"


"I don't think you're gonna be able to talk for much longer, hee-hee~"


Dealing with witches was rarely a good idea. No matter what hexes they could put on your worst enemies, there was always a price to be collected later. And poor Brent, well, he just didn't have what his specific witch wanted! That's how he found himself being woken up one night in his bed, a looming shadow hanging over his body that crushed his entire lower half and made it almost impossible to move! At first, the human thought he was just experiencing some intense sleep paralysis, but once he heard that threatening, witchy cackle right in his ear, he knew that things...they hadn't gone right. He had hired a witch off the internet to hex an ex-girlfriend of his, but it had been so long that he just assumed he had gotten scammed or something...but the reality was so much worse.


"You knew the deal, Brent. One hex for your soul, and I've come to collect~" the witch continued to say into the human's right ear as he screamed and flailed around, still unable to move anything below his chest and completely unknowing of why...at least until he caught a whiff of a strange smell. Musty, almost like the inside of a barn or something. And then, amongst the cackling, he heard something else; a much more unmistakable sound. Loud, high-pitched, whiny. It was a whinny - there was a horse on top of him! He had no idea how the witch had even gotten the thing into his house like this, but at this point, that was far from Brent's biggest worry...


And this is where we came in. Brent begging for some kind of deal, and the witch soundly ignoring it before commanding her beast to lean back and slam its ass right against the human's face! Brent's screams immediately muffled and swallowed up by a huge, puffy horse pucker sealing itself over the human's entire face, locking him in a heated, musky prison that stifled his breath and already started to pull him deeper, sucking him right up between those cheeks. "How to repurpose you, hmm, hmm, hmm, I thought...and then I realized that old Marlon here would really appreciate some extra pucker fat~" the witch continued to narrate between loud, celebratory cackles, though Brent was a bit too smothered by equine ass to really even be able to hear the witch's gloating monologue...and really, in a few minutes, he wouldn't be able to do anything except twitch and clench! The human rapidly losing feeling in his body as more of it was just sucked right up into horse anus, the sensation of slick flesh around him rapidly giving way to a powerful tingling that soon gave way to stifling numbness, a three-pronged attack that continued to creep its way down his body with every second that passed.


As the horse's ass fed ravenously on Brent, almost instantly digesting and merging the human with its fat, fleshy pucker, that tight ring of flesh only got bigger and puffier. And, of course, with all that extra surface area, it became even more of a simple task to suck up more of Brent. The horse whinnied and chuffed as it eagerly pressed its ass down on the trapped, hopeless human, more than enjoying his role in this little punishment that was being doled out! The equine lifted its ass from Brent's bed for just a moment to let its tail rise up before eagerly slamming it down without the witch even needing to do or say anything. There was no bulge from the human being pushed deeper into the horse’s body, just some loud gurgles and blorps as Brent was immediately absorbed and repurposed into thick, plush pucker fat...really, Brent was just a bunch of horse fat and a pair of legs sticking out of the equine’s bum, but he was still completely conscious and able to feel what was happening to him. In fact, it was almost like he was starting to feel what the pucker itself felt, that constant clenching and squeezing, even his own sheets pressing against himself...there were a lot of confusing sensations happening all at once, and it was quite difficult for Brent to sort between them on the spot like this. But that wouldn't matter soon. Nothing would matter soon for him...


"Mmm! A little bit faster, I have another soul to collect on down the street, my pretty..." the witch eventually said as she watched this all happen, seeing those human legs that were sticking out from underneath the horse slowly, gradually be pulled up between those equine legs and disappear into the ravenous black hole that was the horse’s ass. There really wasn't much of Brent left to absorb, and the human felt this strange calm come over his consciousness as the last bits of his corporeal form were steadily absorbed and repurposed into thick pucker pudge...the hole clenching and squeezing inward with a powerful, consistent rhythm that was easily able to polish off the last of Brent. Once the horse felt the tips of those human toes slip past its hole, it slowly rubbed its ass side to side on the now-empty pillow before slowly stumbling back to its feet...said horse was already quite endowed back there, of course, but with the extra bit of weight it had just absorbed into itself, it was even harder to get out of this bed! But the horse eventually managed it, raising its tail to show off all the extra pucker fat that Brent had added back there to the very amused witch. "Heeheeehee...maybe next time, you'll do a bit more reading before you sign any contracts! I don't think that's very helpful for an asshole like you, though..."