Roseluck let out a whimpering meep through a quivering lip as she felt the stomach sphincter seal over the crown of her cowering head entombing her in the acrid abyss of the stomach. She had no idea what she had done to deserve devouring, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it as she had been unceremoniously dumped in a sloshing stomach, and she was already having difficulties with the hostile atmosphere of the formfitting sleeve. The mare barely able to breathe as the caustic cavern clamped down upon her supple form like a vicious vice, forcing the pony into a powerless position with an all-encompassing mash of muscle across her encased entirety. The claustrophobic confines coming down like a fleshy wave breaking upon the mewling mare to the crackle of phlegm upon her bile matted fur, mixing with her sweat as she began to stew in the sweltering sack. The claggy caress leaving her flush, as each heavy breath burnt through her meagre supply of stale air, as panic pervaded the pony’s adrenalin saturated form.

The situation made even worse by her prized pillows periodically pressing against her muzzle, as the filled-out facets of femininity served as little more than a choking cushion threatening to smother her with their peachy expanse every time her chest rose to take a shallow sniff of her limited air. The meaty mammaries moving up and down with each haggard gasp, as the stomach tried to push the fatty orbs flush with Roseluck’s sternum so the engulfed equine could simmer to soup in a more streamlined fashion. The earth pony bucking half-heartedly as she wallowed in the nipping enzyme bath, grunting away like a pig in mud as she exerted herself in the vain hope her straining limbs might break the ropes restraining her. The bondage creaking slightly but holding strong as little by little Roseluck felt an overpowering itch begin to inch over her plush hide as the corrosive dip began to have its way with her supple skin.

The sharp stinging spreading, stirring a squirm in the shackled mare, as she began to writhe in the nibbling embrace of the acrid acid. The motions muffled by the hug of the gastric sleeve, as she shuddered and stopped in-between bouts of light-headedness as each exhale added another whiff of carbon dioxide to the tart stench of the sour stomach. Roseluck’s hind hooves periodically pressing against the pyloric sphincter in a stark reminder where her melted form would drain once her calorie-rich cadaver was done melting in this hellish hotbox. The punishing pressure cooker sure to lyse her floundering form, as the rough rugae rubbed against her now tender epidermis like a callus cheese grater stirring further tears from her bloodshot eyes. The mare’s eyes burning to a mixture of running mascara and the blitheful broth of the gut that was slowly stirring her to stew.

She didn’t want to go, but her own frail fallibility made this outcome an inevitability as she wailed in the suffocating shawl of the grinding gut. Each moment adding a new stimulation to the tactile crush rolling over her in periodic pulses, as the mare became aware of a fumbling fire upon her nerve-rich lower holes. The orifices starting to scream, her anus aching, as her softer openings began to falter under the digestive deluge pounding upon the pert portals, as her shivering slit and blinking brown eye began to rub raw as the tender tissue unravelled in the tempest of eupepsia. The matter exacerbated by her soggy thong as the pretty pink garment clang to her in a claggy clasp allowing the powerful peptides to properly lather into her cringing crack.

The mare not getting much time to mull the morbidity of the matter as she slipped into a spasm that cascaded down her spine in a jittering convulsion as she drowned in the digestive depths. It was too much for her meek biology to muster too, her trim tummy, shapely curves, all worthless as the stomach claimed it as nothing more than a future chyme of her base components. The worming wriggle quickly petering out, as what little energy the equine had bled away, as the secured snack used the last of her anaerobic faculties and succumbed to the stifling space surrounding her before the worst of digestion had its way with her doughy flesh.

Roseluck life reduced to just a lump of lewdly shaped lunchmeat, as she gave one last rough gasp and expired leaving just a shapely swelling to sway from her devourer’s midsection. The large lump she made little more than a dull hourglass that would slowly deflate like any other meal as the beast’s belly worked over the protein-rich pony it had partaken in. The last rise out of Roseluck being a moist belch as the stuffed annelid voided her last breath, renewing her sweet aftertaste upon its primitive palate before it settled down to sleep off its supper…

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An unfortunate Roseluck finds herself in a more than accommodating stomach. I have no clue what she did to deserve such a digestive destiny, but based on the bondage, a part of me thinks Bug was involved in her unceremonious send-off...

A collab showing a mares last moments curled up in a strained stomach, between me and Crazy water ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ). Hope you guys enjoy this salacious stand alone.

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