Roseluck couldn’t breathe, her decent down the wafting gullet having come to an abrupt halt as her wide hips seemed to have bunged the ravenous worms gaping maw. Her forelegs were at her sides, held firm to her barrel, fidgeting weakly against the living bindings that encased her upper body. The mare might have screamed if the stale air was not already tart upon her tongue and was rapidly growing sparse.

Her hips were bucking, her hind legs blindly flailing to find some leverage to help her yank herself from the pulsating throat of the foul forest fiend that was in the process of ingesting her with sharp inhales. The curve of her hips rudely shunting against leathery lips, as 4 presenile pedipalps groped her bulkhead like rump. The mandibles manipulating the slabs of fat as the wide foal bearing hips seemed to be an obstacle the straining maw could not overcome.

This awkward situation left it bobbing its head trying to unclog the mare blocking the short slide to its waiting gut sleeve. The gurgling stomach below already pooling caustic fluids into a nice chemical bath for the twitching Roseluck to wallow in. Roseluck could do nothing but squirm as the creature’s entire body pulsed around her, trying to shovel her in with unrelenting gusto. Constantly manipulating her plush posterior as drool began to baste her already sodden fur as it tried to grease her up sufficiently so that she might with a squelching pop slide further into its welcoming albeit it inhospitable body.

Her bum cheeks were parted, muscles straining under her flanks, her cutiemark straining like pressed canvases as Roseluck continued to waggle her hips futile. Her pussy lips stern and resolute in the hardship that was pillaging her upper body. Her pert ponut was a different story though and the ring that was the distressed sphincter was winking with the steady beat of Roseluck’s adrenalin-fuelled heart. With her buttocks framed, the jiggling glutes were like a lewd portrait, dancing away in a show as the mare slowly being tucked away was doing her best to resist the inevitable.

Sooner or later the straining jaws would dilate sufficiently to surmount her jelly-like bottom, and when that happened the little flower mare would be worm food for a very hungry caterpillar……


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another collab with Crazy water who can be found here ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ).

this one is a little different, I did the initial coloring in this one that he cleaned up, so please let me know what you guys think of this.

sketch and shading Crazy, initial coloring and the lemon by me.

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