Gallus letting out a satisfied sigh, as the well-fed falcon felt the writhing protrusion Rarity had been reduced to finally arrive at her digestive destination. The mare’s fidgeting figure only moving a couple of inches, but that short distance was all that was necessary to unceremoniously dump the squirming seamstress into the sour embrace of the stomach. The hard-won helping of mare meat gliding into the gut with only a few trembling twitches, before the sphincter squelched shut over the top of her head sealing her within the churning caress of the caustic cavity.

The ingested unicorn creating a sagging weight within the griffon’s bloated belly, which immediately started to struggle, as the mare stubbornly refused to settle and began to fight against the stewing sleeve surrounding her. The cramped space containing the majority of her movements, but as far as the overloaded organ was conserved the mewling mare wasn’t going anywhere but into the intestines in a much more fluid form. The exhausted equine’s exertion failing to wane, but from her packed-away position all her effort amounted to was a weak wobble that slowly swayed Gallus’s stuffed stomach, as though the mare was trapped within a humid hammock.

The shifting spasms within Gallus’s misshapen middle soon slowing, as Rarity’s recalcitrant ruckus just enticed the already claustrophobic gut to gradually clamp down to contain the pony’s persistent protests. The quivering simulacrum of the uncooperative unicorn easily visible through the taut tissue she was thrashing against, as even with a sweltering griffon fur coat Rarity made a memorable impression for any onlookers to gawk at. Her bucking body stretching out the sides of Gallus’s stomach, but she only managed to gain an inch at most before the muscular chamber pushed back to return the feisty female to a wriggling fetal position.

The mare not getting a choice on her fate as food, as Gallus casually massaged his distended midriff, to take in one last feel of the mare’s eye-catching physique before she melted into meaty mush of ex-equine. The griffon’s pudgy gut letting out a low growl, as it began to gear up to process the curled-up couturist into a more compliant chyme. Gallus hearing the glorping sound as he ran his fingers over the curvy outline cowering within him, wondering how long the mare would shiver before finally going still. The bird not really caring about the mumblings of his meal, though he did smirk when her squeals increased in pitch when his toying rubs reached a more intimate area of the stewing stylist. The sudden jolt causing Gallus to let out a shallow belch, before he began ignoring the cringing commotion from his failing feast, as his better biology was not the least bit bothered by the consumed cunt’s complaints.

The acid-enriched anatomy would render the equine down into her base components after an hour or two of loud burbling gurgles, and then just like Twilight, she would be little more than another prismatic pellet for him to disgorge at his discretion. His hand reflexively tapping the compact purple hairball resting within his crop, as he subconsciously confirmed that his passing grade was still present, before his hand moved down to stroke his still moving extra credit. The greedy griffon then letting out a drawn-out yawn, as the buzz of adrenalin that had been brought on by all the excitement finally faded, leaving Gallus suddenly feeling absolutely shattered.

The natural food coma from his fashionista feast blending leaving the designer’s devourer feeling sluggish, as the effort it had taken to bolt down the beauty suddenly caught up to him like a drowsy wave. The full falcon’s head nodding slightly, as the rocking lump of lady lunchmeat inside his bulging belly only expediated his urge to doze off. The stowed socialite’s worming oddly relaxing, and soon Gallus’s heavy eyelids were fluttering with the urge to sleep, that swept through his system as an overbearing lethargia. The hawk knowing his faculties were focusing on liquidating his mulish meal of pedigree pony protein, so with a relaxed sigh, Gallus leaned on his belly like a beanbag and let the looming slumber take him right there on the cool marble.

The griffon soon loudly snoring, even as his shuddering snack continued to sob, but try as she might the equine could not escape her caustic coffin and soon enough Rarity was just a rounding out hunk of dissolving horseflesh. The chevaline soon compressing down into a bubbling curry, as Rarity’s picturesque features were reduced to a uniform soup of sizzling biomass, that would soon be compacted crap in the griffons already full colon, where she would be reunited with the Headmare's more useless components. The mare’s strong survival instinct just not enough, and inevitably her softening body slumped against the stomach and gave a final rattle, as her compromised frame faltered under the squashing squeezes of her simmering sarcophagus. The griffon not feeling the moment the equine expired, as he was lost in a lucid dream brought on by the nutritious bounty boiling in his groaning gastric chamber. The sound of diligent digestion drowning out the pops of buckling bones, that were interlaced by the sniffing snorts of the snoozing griffon, as he slept off his second substantial partaking of pony.

It was this sight of smug contentness that the griffon would be found, as the purring predator lay sprawled out on the floor like a milk comatose cat. His metabolism shrinking the pony puree down into a pronounced potbelly, as his massive midsection gradually deflated with a series of draining glugs during the course of Gallus’s catnap. The pulp easily passing into his plumbing, and if left to his own devices Gallus would have probably kipped for another hour or two, until rarity was just a fresh layer of fat on his haunches. The mare now just a female fuel that his active frame would be swift to burn off during flight, and soon enough all that would remain of Rarity would be the pretty pellet he would hock up to pass this chaotic assessment.

The griffon dreaming of this when he felt a sudden jab to his abdomen, and with a groggy grumble, he was stirred from his sleep by an inquisitive pink claw poking into his swollen stomach with a sloshing squish………


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With the squirming seamstress now safely stored in Gallus's stomach, the griffon suddenly finds himself rather tired as the adrenalin from his fight with his fashionista food begins to fade. The urge to slip into a food coma also looming, as the weight of the eaten equine instructs his bowels to begin breaking down his bucking banquet. Exhausted from the exertion of snarfing the stubborn seamstress Gallus can do little to resist his tired thoughts and dozes off right in the corridor, which is exactly where his friends find him after a bit of well-earned digestion....

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