In her frictionless free fall into the claustrophobic darkness of a griffon’s digestive tract, Rarity could only whimper weakly against the peristaltic plumbing pushing her down. She could feel his curious hands tracing her progress, feeling every fearful facet of her fidgeting features, as bit by bit she was forced along the tight throbbing length of tubing. The mare rendered completely helpless as she felt her bruised body bundled up into a claustrophobic cavity, and though she was not an expert on griffon biology it was not much of a stretch to assume the stale and slimy space at the bottom of her tractionless tumble down the throat was Gallus’s stomach.

The dank space dilating just enough to accommodate the distraught damsel, and with a powerful contraction the mewling mare was dumped in the digestive dungeon with a soggy splat. Rarity’s first reaction to give a drowning wriggle, as she instinctually tried to pull away from the humid hold surrounding her like a moist hug. The worried worming gradually waning with each sickly second, as the cooped up couturist naturally settled in to stew within the sauna-like sleeve smothering her. Rarity flinching as she felt a clawed hand come to the small of her back through her sweaty feather dress, as Gallus calmly contained the swaying from the sizable swelling his mare meal made.

The controlling gesture not really necessary, as the safely stowed pony barely had enough space to breathe, let alone protest, from the cramped curl of her packed away predicament. The overloaded organ kneading against her with a snug seal, as without a word it perfectly illustrated how it had evolved to handle and process an equine of Rarity’s build down into her nutritious base components. the feeling of a phlegmy bile lathering into her coat like bitter shampoo causing Rarity to shiver, but apart from a few erratic jerks from the exhausted equine, she made no real effort to escape. The seamstress tired and hurting from the cataclysm of her uncouth treatment, but even though she could mount no real retort to her harsh handling, the pony’s pride even no prevented her from being baked into birdshot quietly.

“Twilight will find out what you’ve done, and trust me darling, nothing in Equestria compares to the unbridled magic of an angry alicorn,” grumbled Rarity, as she took a drawn-out breath of her acrid atmosphere, to give one last not so idle threat to her avian devourer. The ingested mare hell-bent on getting the last word in, even if the once stylish socialite had now been reduced to a bucking belly bump. The mare unable to find a grip in the smooth gut wall, leaving her to well-maintained hooves to harmlessly skid against the smooth surface, as though the lapping lumen were oiled by some sort of gastric grease.

Gallus looking down at the lively lump convulsing against the confining crop, as he had been casually listening in on the trivial tantrum coming from the tucked-away treat in his tummy. The repressed motions and indignant outburst not difficult to decern through his strained skin, as the unicorn remained articulate even as she was brewing in bile. The wobbly words bringing a sinister smile to the Griffon’s beak, as it gave him one last sadistic surprise for the nattering drama queen, before he gave her the release of a digestive demise.


Gallus slowly stooping over as he shifted his stance into a splayed squat, his talons tensing as he clenched his core, allowing him to feel out the contents, before giving a heaving hack. Rarity immediately detecting the change of body language even with the equine entirely entombed within her warm and wet wrapper. Gallus ignoring the scared sound that squeaked out of the stylist’s snivelling snout, as he manipulated the mound of meat within him, and prepared to free up some space in his currently occupied stomach. His blade-like fingers scraping the marble as his body writhed to attention to move what remained of his first portion of purple pony.

The small muffin top in his middle jiggling slightly in an erratic waggle, and with a gurgle the grumbling gut stirred to life as it geared up to accept its second meat-rich member of facility. Gallus eager to revel in the emptiness of the tucked-away teacher’s words, and with a few moist retches he felt the deadweight trapped in his tummy shift, and with an oleaginous trickle began to ooze upwards. The griffon beginning a shuffling dance as he felt a turgid mass press up against his stomach sphincter with a disgorging urgency. Rarity feeling Gallus shoulders sway slightly, before the orifice at her hooves began to gently blink in a panic-inducing pattern of palpitating pulses. The mare knowing something was happening, but with her limited senses she couldn’t tell exactly what the threat was, her mouth opening to confront her predator but nothing tangible came out, as she just looked at the starfish of muscle with mounting apprehension. Her bloodshot eyes locked with the shuddering star, not sure what to make of the unnerving movement, as it became clear on her frogs that something urgent was prodding against the pucker. The mare trying to pull her legs away from the ominous orifice, but with no space to go to, she was forced to awkwardly remain put and watch the pinching portal gradually yawn open to give the designer one last grotty cherry to cap off her already devastated day…


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Now that Rarity is tucked away, Gallus has one last surprise for the troublesome teacher, before it's her turn to digest...

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