H-hah… I swear, once I load my save and get out of here…”

Blathered Swift, as the delirious pegamare tried to reign in her composure, against the thick vine currently ploughing deep into her quaking pussy. Each gyration causing her loins to quiver, shuddering under the rough stimulation that was rutting her like no stallion ever could. Swift’s head bobbing with each pounding shunt, leaving the panting pony red-faced, and more hot and bothered than she had moaning words to describe. The undulating girth burrowing into her birth canal, forcing her marehood to arousingly stretch to a gape she hadn’t thought possible, as the pleasuring tendril parted her pussy in such a way that she felt that she was about to be torn in two.

“W-wait, your what?! H-hey!! D-don’t leave me here!!! HEY!!!!” sputtered back Dusty, as the violated earth pony beside her tried to make sense of her voluptuous roommates’ strange ramblings. Dusty jerking her shoulders with a clumsy lurch, as she attempted to extract her grottily embedded arms from the gelatinous walls of what she knew was to be her tart tomb, but try as she might the slimy shackles held stern. She was stuck, unable to do much more than writhe in euphoric discomfort, as any attempt to buck or kick just further tired out her already exhausted frame. An ineffectual squirm bumbling out of her in an uncoordinated string of fumbling fidgets, causing the sweltering secretions the marinating mares were waist-deep in to slosh with a few tepid waves.

The unbearable humidity making every movement sluggish, as the buxom babes were tightly bundled against each other within the tart gastric bulb. The packed-away ponies could feel themselves becoming groggy, as they were forced together, causing their immodest tits to press against each other with a jubbly squish. The sensation of her massive mammaries compressing against her chest forcing the muggy breath from Dusty’s lungs, as the sweaty space smothered her within the oily dankness. The damp and churning darkness pervading all of her stifled senses, as the only constant was the perverted plant polishing her silver to a blinding sheen of edging orgasms. The precipice of a dopamine-drenched oblivion forcing her to endure passions she didn’t even think possible, as the creature caressed the carnal delights of its captured chevaline like it was a salacious second nature.

A rosy blush welling in both the flagging mare’s cheeks, as the needs of the flesh overwhelmed any sensible thought under the arousing brunt of the voracious vegetation’s advances. The enthralled equine not stupid as even with their hearts fluttering in aroused excitement, they knew this was but the promiscuous preshow, before the main event of their looming liquidation into a soupy fertilizer of their bubbling base components. The bitter broth they were broiling in already starting to itch, and before long the engorged plant would grow bored of its curvaceous quarry and decide to digest them. Dusty shuffling her shoulders in an attempt to struggle, but all this earned her was the sensation of erogenous flesh grinding against each other with a succulent squeeze. Personal space now a luxury that neither party could afford, as the constrictive conditions began to grow ever more caustic within the plant’s economical embrace.

The devoured duo stacked like sardines, leaving Dusty to hope that her stacked cellmate had some truth in her bizarre words before she was relegated to fresh biomass to fuel the flora’s verdant frame. The tan mare could tell time was running out, and before long the warm stew she was wallowing in would begin to burn as the enzymes in the emulsion started to eat away at her sopping-wet skin. They had to get out of here, she didn’t know what a “save” was, but whatever fleeting thing it entailed was better the being fodder for some licentious shrub. The sickening idea of her enviably plump contours melting away prompting Dusty to desperately wiggle, though all this did was cause a few alluring ripples to jiggle through her perky proportions. She couldn’t get out, and now her only hope was some shapely stranger who seemed to be having a mental break under the same sexual deluge that had rendered Dusty unable to think straight.

Any attempt to protest her predicament rewarded by a more vigorous pummelling to her tender pussy, leaving Dusty praying that somepony would save them before they were sluiced down into a nutritious slurry. The mare unable to focus on this evident peril though, as her strained snatch stuck with each smutty slap that broke over her doughy buttocks with a meaty plap. She didn’t know if Swift’s slurred statements held any truth, but to escape and extract herself from this excruciating internment, even if her floundering feminine flesh was too feeble to do it. Her ego wouldn’t allow her to just give up, this degrading treatment just adding to her anguish, but the peptide-glazed pony was powerless, little more than foliage fodder, and it seemed she still had a long time before she was simmered not chyme. Maybe Swift’s slurred words would ring true, or perhaps she would soon suffocate, she didn’t know, and at this point, she could only let nature take its course….

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Cosily contained within the gastric bulb, Dusty tries her best to escape her looming digestive demise, only to hear some bizarre mumbling from her voluptuous roommate...

A juicy part two to the collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) that I posted about a week ago. This one shows the two thick mares economically bundled up within the subterranean bulb of a growing larder vine.

Part one of this sequence can be found here:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/1122492


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