Gyro had gotten far too eager in inflicting his "remedy" on poor Waning, forcing stone after stone down into the mare's throat.

He soon found his taloned hand, still clutching a fist-sized stone being drawn down into the equine's gullet, strong muscles moving in rhythmic contractions over the scaled arm.

Despite his protests, and her distinct unwillingness in the whole affair, she couldn't stop her reflexive gagging-swallows, without the ability to regurgitate all her body would allow her to do was swallow more intently, until the object blocking her throat had moved on.

Deeper and deeper was he drawn inside, until he was engulfed in the hot, saliva slickened darkness of the mare's body, the sounds of her gut churning around him, her frantic heartbeat echoing amid the sounds of her organs at work.

She had never consumed something of this size before, the weight in her stomach pressing down, placing pressure on her bladder until she lost control of herself, the mare wetting the ground beneath her rump as her stomach began to churn ominously.

Art is  Silent_E

Prey is  thirdspurs

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