Rarity watching the shuddering sphincter with a terrified curiosity, unable to look away from the palpitating precipice as it began to yawn open with an undulating series of grotesque blinks. A noticeable dimple forming in the lower drain before something off-white began to emerge into the narrow space between the unicorn’s trembling legs. Rarity’s bloodshot eyes going wide with a bewildered fear, as the tangible gastric disturbance growling around her seemed to grow more agitated with each passing palpitation. The kneading gurgles growing ever louder, before coming to a climax when something was finally forced through the pulsating precipice before her with a soggy squeak.

A tart gust rolling through the quivering crop with a wheezing groan, as the stale pressure of the cramped cavity changed with a stabilizing hiss. Rarity’s nose wrinkling against the sudden whiff of a manky miasma that heralded that Gallus’s gut was ready to disgorge the dirty surprise it had been brewing for the cooped-up unicorn. The frightened fashionista having no clue what she was looking at, as what appeared to be a bleached egg crowned and was gradually birthed into her claustrophobic cell. The smooth sphere quickly gaining a pair of empty eye sockets and an ivory horn, as an acid-pitted skull began to emerge through the dilating doorway like a calcium cork.

Rarity taking a moment to register the morbid mound being shoved through the straining sphincter, as she had never in a million years expected to be met by a bile-laced bolas of ex-alicorn. The greasy globule of rearranged pony proteins growing out of the orifice like a diseased mushroom, causing the stunned seamstress’s stomach to turn, as with a lurch the processed package was neatly passed forth. Her eyes tracing the throbbing encroachment, unable to look away, as the nauseous upwelling slithered through the sphincter with a phlegmy crackle. A matted mess of familiar lavender feathers stuck to the skull, piquing Rarity’s keen attention to detail, as with a whining whimper, she realised she was being reunited with the remains of the very alicorn she had just used as a magically charged sword of Damocles.

Gallus bringing the two friends closer with a guttural glrk, and with a few compressions of his core, he passed the pellet into Rarity’s waiting lap. The compressed conglomeration of oily fur, ruined feathers, broken bones and the misshapen bits of hooves, all melted together into a damp lump of an equine’s indigestible components. The keratin from the metabolized mare congealing into a roughly buckball sized hairball, which just from a glance proved that Twilight would be doing little of anything, now that the headmare had been relegated to a more fitting position as griffon fat.

Rarity jolting back in response to the preview of how her proteins would be processed, but all this resulted in was a splat as the top of her head butted against the lining of the crop, that was calmly lapping against her. The top of the humid bag squeezing taut above her, and with an oozing oscillation, it began to push the mewling mare downwards, as it was her turn to go inside the stomach for a short soak in Gallus’s mare marinator. Efficient enzymes already pooling to form a bitter chemical bath, ready to eviscerate the succulent socialite down into her nutritious base components. The crop goading the equine in a slow slide downwards, forcing the grotty mass that had been Twilight to push over her, as they swapped places in the griffon’s grasping gastric tract.

The clammy caress of Twilight’s foul leavings, immediately causing Rarity to let out a whinnying wail of disgust, as the mare was unable to face what she had just been shown, even as it slimily scrapped up her chest like an acrid dollop of pure ickiness. Rarity felt like she was going to be sick, as her body fruitlessly writhed in revulsion against the repugnant regurgitate that was rubbing over her like a festering flannel. Tears running down the unicorn’s cringing cheeks, as with a few twitches she tried to find the traction to prevent her terminal trickle towards the tummy. The frantic fidgeting failing to find a grip, as bit by bit she was slowly shuffled into the stomach with a sucking sequence of peristaltic pulses. The equine forced to embrace Twilight’s reconstituted remnants in a horrendous hug, as she slipped into the churning cavity below at a proficient pace.

Gallus not really having to exert himself, Rarity’s weight would be enough to push the prissy pony into her proper place, and with the mare worth of meat already inside him, a few gulping gyrations were enough to tuck his damsel dessert away. The erratic spasms shuddering out of the equine doing nothing to slow her fall, leaving her to sink into the waiting stomach like a starving quicksand. The natural widening of her hips only slowing her slithering flow for second, before with a glug the womanly asset’s slotted through the muscular donut, which was wasting no time smooching up her barrel. Rarity’s ribs like rugs on a ladder, with each pair rapidly climbed by the encroaching orifice, as the lapping lumen made short work of the squirming stylist’s attractive anatomy. Rarity’s shivering shoulders soon sliding into place, and then even it was but a confident contraction to claim her snivelling head with one last surging swallow.

Gallus s’ing his neck in a little waggle, as with a shunt he sent the bitch who had given him so much trouble to stew. He could hear her sobbing, the trauma basting her in such a delicious flavour, as he reminded the cosmopolitan cunt of her real location in the food chain. The sizable swell hanging below his shifting, before with a plop Rarity’s entire body oozed into the stomach with a sudden jostling jerk. The mare moving about 6 inches through the griffon, but she would soon find Gallus’s stomach far less hospitable than his comparatively dry crop. The sphincter sealing above Rarity, locking the deposited damsel deep within her devourer, not like the jibbering ball of feminine flesh was in much of a state to even attempt to mount an escape at this point. Gallus mulling the sizable swelling as it settled, and with a raunchy eruction, he dealt with the excess air the equine had smuggled down with her in a brisk belch.


BWOORAP!!!


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O' look it's Twilight, or what's left of her. I am sure that is exactly what Rarity wanted to see before she is forced into the same stomach, that baked the princess into an unnutritious ball of indigestable biomass...


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