Chandra smiled as she slid down the tight gullet, despite the firm folds of flesh squashing her face. This was the best birthday present she'd ever received; never mind that it was her last one ever, it was totally worth it!
Besides, Land Anemones kept their food around until they got really hungry, so there was probably a good long wait in its belly before she was actually digested alive. Oh! She only hoped it would feel as lovely as this- slick and wet and tight beyond all belief.
Peristalsis kept on going, waves of muscle gently but inexorably nudging her toward her final resting place in the anemone's digestion sac. Chandra wriggled in sheer joy, wallowing in the luscious flesh around her, flesh that she would soon be a part of. The thought of being used to eat other girls like her made her private parts tingle, making her wish she'd left a hand between her legs to take care of things down there. Oh well, it would just have to wait until she got home- she liked the idea of having a creature's stomach for a home, even if it was only temporary.
For now, all she could do was continue to enjoy the long, long journey down the anemone's throat.
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This picture is the second of a 3+? series reintroducing an old idea I had on a different account: the Land Anemone. This marvelously sexy girl-gulper will receive more and better description in the next installment, which will be the prequel to this one.
Incidentally, I can legitimately call this homework; I had to memorize and draw soil strata for a geography class, so that background there is a reasonably accurate representation of the layers of dirt beneath a prairie. *puts on utterly pointless nerd-glasses*

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