While the horse eats and refills his stomach his rectum is steadily being filled with undigestable material. Incasted in that the lizzard can only wait for the big moment. The last water is being drained from the mass. It becomes solid concrete for a creature of Arkain's dimensions. Slowly it begins to shift forward as more remains are pushed in.<br/>The dung is compressed further and further until the pressure becomes to great. BigHorse's tail is raised and he relaxes his arse to relief himself. Chunks begin to rain down in between his hind legs.