If not for the surprise of being thateasily impaled fully by something soo huge, if not for the weight of the horse easily pushing her forward/sideways, and if Willow was not fearing for her life under all those strong horse legs all around while the animals neighted and tried to get to her, she was not sure if she would have left the stable. Panting and trembling with the stress and arousal, the redhead rested against the wall close to the automatically locked door. Gripping the remains of her pullover and jeans, Willow moaned and sobbed a little. "That was too hot and good to be true!" she blushed heavily.<br/><br/>*Well, no way backwards now...* she tought, while trying to get her clothes insome kind of order. Finally giving up on being able to save her panties or the waistban of her jeans without any sewing equipment, Willow took it off and instead she tied to tie it around her waist in a makeshift miniskirt to hide her nakedness. She alsocarefully touched her pussy that was just given a foot long beer bottle thick hot meatrod... Willow shuddered with the memory of the sensations. At leasther pullover still coveredher breasts, even if it became a cropped top with hanging pieces around her waist.<br/><br/>But not able to go backwards, and not wanting to just stay next to the door, Willow finally looked around and went forward, thinking if she would maybe able to visit the horses after she won, because it felt like it was  much safer than in real life it should be - also, there was no way that she would do anything like that after going home to Sunnydale. Willow just blushed harder.