The sharp teeth prickling Rarity’s sensitive skin, as the jaws bit down with just enough force for Spike to snag her velvety hide in the talon-like teeth. Before he made the mares, stomach turn as he swang his head back in a fluid motion as he allowed gravity to carry his quarry into his waiting maw. Rarity was unable to resist as she simply slotted into the oral orifice and she slid into the waiting embrace of the eager opening.

The momentum alone carrying Rarity into her hips, her face impacting the back of the throat as she bent at the middle as she was rudely bundled into the damp space. The lathering of a curious tongue on her belly causing her to yelp, the sound stifled by the damp interior pressing shocked face like a gag. Rarity’s now bloodshot eyes burning, as her well maintained mascara ran like ink waterfalls painting her pale fur like a Rorschach card, so that she paid in pain for her attractive avarice.

Rarity did not have long to dwell on it as she emitted a muffled moan of discomfort that barely escaped the tensing tissue that instinctively yanked over her face in a powerful peristaltic pull. A spurt of saliva splashing over Rarity’s upper body as unseen glands glazed her with natural grease to lubricate her for a slithering swallow to the stomach. the unicorn feeling the throat tense before with a coasting chug she began to effortlessly slip into the opening oesophagus. The lumen lapping at her as she planed into the pipe like plumbing that dilated just enough to form a snug seal on the pretty pony.

The throat flaps and uvula groping her plot as her thick truffles acted as a temporary biological bottleneck in what in a lither equine would have been a single swallow snack. Rarity feeling her forelegs bundled up to her barrel as if she was praying to some higher power to save her from her short slip to the bingy below. The tap of teeth on her buttocks causing Rarity to instinctively squirm as though she was impeded her instincts told her to try and escape the imminent ingestion as it meant a digestive destiny if she were to resort to her normal dance as a damsel in distress.

The flailing of frogs and the gritting of glutes doing nothing as the spent sex of her devourer began to drizzle from her flower’s folds in the commotion. Spike ignoring his special sauce as he gave a sharp nod and clapping his jaws he surmounted the hips with no real effort allowing his meal to fall over his gums in an abrupt advance as he practically inhaled the mare who moments ago had been riding him to nirvana. Spike barely muttering a sound as he watched diamond emblazed buns bounce in a blind dance over his taste buds as he felt her flavour upon his palate like fireworks before she slipped into the throat as the fashionist donned her new dragon scale dress.

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Looks like the meal has begun in earnest, much to a certain refined ladies disdain.

The third part of my 7 image commission I got from LennonBlack, who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/LennonBlack .

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/580473

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/580683

Part three: you are here

Part 3.5: https://aryion.com/g4/view/590699

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581421

Part five: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581442

Part six: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581449

Part seven: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581456

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