As a result, once you selected this branch of the tale, the horse
never stood a chance. Although you were temporarily set back by its
stomping of your head, this was nothing more than a slight delay. As
you opened your mouth wide enough to accomodate its equine body, the
horse turned toward you and hung its head low; it knew that once you,
the main character, had decided that it would be eaten, there was no
way to resist. As you finished expanding your jaws to their prodigious
size, the horse dejectedly walked forward and entered your mouth; it
knew that struggling or running away would simply prolong the
encounter, the end result of which was already known. As a result, the
horse slowly made its way inward, stepping over your teeth and onto
your tongue, its tail between its legs and its head hanging low. At
this point, there wasn't much more to say; you closed your mouth,
swallowed the black horse, and licked your lips in a satisfied way as
the horse descended to your belly. Patting your stomach, you looked
back toward your pile of frosting and...
It turns out that yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. You
know that it's true that a horse is too large for a normal human to
consume... And you know that the normal human can also not just do
anything he or she wants to by distorting time and space... but you
are by no means a normal human. Instead, you are a character in a
never-ending tale, endowed with incredible power; you can do anything
that anyone else has scripted you to be able to do. And as a result,
consuming a live, charging horse entire is the least of the great acts
you are capable of.