Within the groaning gut, Fluttershy let out a short, satisfied sigh as she came to a soft stop in the snuggling snare of the straining stomach. The pony pleasantly pleased by her tugging trip down the tight tunnel of the throat, though in truth it had been a bit cosier on her chubby caboose than she was used to delving Discord’s digestive depths. The taut transition as she was bolted down the bottleneck soon shifting though, and now she was stowed away in the dim darkness of the groaning gastric tract she could barely discern a difference between the changeling’s insectoid innards and her darling draconequus.

Both stomachs soggy and stifling, forced into a fetal position to remind her of her true calling as food, just the way she and nature liked it. The pegamare knowing her place, as she just began nuzzling against the claustrophobic cavity cradling her in a caustic cuddle that moved over the mare in a kneading massage. Fluttershy doing her best to get comfortable in the shifting space, but even with previous experience, the equine found it difficult as the swollen stomach lovingly lathered her entirety in a tepid emulsion of enzymes. The motions of the muscular wall encapsulating the equine in a secure head to tail squeeze, soaking the packed-away Pegasus’s fair fur in a sauna-like sweat in seconds. The lapping liquid matting her mane in a claggy mess like the steamy caress of a hot shower, leaving the mare blushing in response to the blackness she had been bundled in.

Fluttershy far from the most assertive mare, but even the reserved pony could not help but give a spontaneous shiver at the strange sensation of the stomach sphincter above her sealing with a weak wink. The tensing doughnut zipping closed against the crown of her head like a tote bag, locking the mare into the sweltering sack with a final coddling kiss. The whole action lethargic, almost in a daze as the anatomy seemed genuinely surprised the pudgy pegamare had slithered through the throbbing threshold as a sizable slab of supple sustenance. The entombed equine just enjoying the sensation of the tummy tightening to house her, as the organ began to casually coax her into an economical ball of quivering mare meat.

Fluttershy doing her best to comply to the wet wills of the gut, as the smart stomach prodded the pony into a tucked-up curl, lest she give it any more trouble and end this intimate interaction with a bout of indigestion. The marinating mare making a surprisingly submissive snack after the struggle of snarfing her down, as any sense of survival instinct in the equine was reduced to a few moans and slight shudders as she settled in to stew. Fluttershy leaning back into the cushioning embrace of the stomach entombing her, as though the overstuffed organ was a hungry hammock.

The mare relishing the sensation of the clingy confines rubbing over her with grubby gropes, as the gut eagerly geared up to process the podgy pony. Fluttershy lost in the suffocating shawl slowly tightening around her, as she was drowned in the tactile touch and the sour stench of crackling phlegm in the acrid abyss of her stomach sleeping bag. The pliable pony bowing and bending in the undulating waves of the turbulent tummy tide as the stomach swayed her with the reassuring repetitiveness of a rocking chair.

Fluttershy unable to perceive anything other than the sounds and sensations of Ocellus’s body ticking over around her, as the biology mulled along to a monotonous tune of wubs and wheezes. The mare’s mind wandering to the thought of what shape she made bulging the bug’s belly, how swollen the stomach had to be to house her, and all other depraved fantasies as she willingly relegated herself to nutrients. The final domination dawning on her, as her entire life would be reduced to a hearty meal and perhaps a few flavourful burps, as she gave herself entirely to a better being. Her filled out figure fated to fuel the frame of another, causing Fluttershy to bite her lip at the dirty thought of her future as flank fat.

The Pegasus wriggling slightly within the bloated belly as a fire began to boil in her flustered feminity, leaving the lusting mare moist with a demanding dissipation. She knew this game well, discord letting her taste death a dozen times, and even with the knowledge her transformation into a turd would be temporary she was happy to play pretend if it left her passionate pussy pounding. The god of chaos a bad influence on the quaint pegamare, and it would be a lie to say she had not fondled her folds to the sight of the pretty prismatic pellet she made, as he teased her with her leavings during their smutty sessions. The taboo of each tryst just making it more tempting, and she could only wonder what differences Ocellus would do once she broke the meek mare down into her base components.

Not like her opinion carried much weight, as she had never asked a daisy sandwich its thoughts of the future, so she assumed the changeling cared little for her gripes the moment the gullet got a good grasp on her. The mutual acceptance of predatory and prey lingering with the equine as she bathed in the bitter puddle pooling around her from unseen seeping glands. She knew the foul fluid’s purpose, and in time she would be nothing more than a chyme of pony proteins, that would doubtlessly be well used once they started to drain into the waiting intestines. Her calories padding a plot, before the few ruined indigestibles would be condensed by the cramped cavity into an oily ball of former pony. The colourful scraps lingering for a time within her well-fed predator before just like the rest of the mare they were expended and discarded like any other mammalian meal that passed through their piping.

Fluttershy’s last interaction with another person being a passing clench and a cough, before the callused creature would leave her remnants to cool and continue their day without another thought for the life they had extinguished. Celestia help her, it was just too much, as the fetish flooded into Fluttershy’s brain in a deviant deluge, and every facet of her libido screamed for release. the sensory overload working the mare up, causing her degenerate desires to come to a hedonistic head. Fluttershy’s hoof subconsciously slipping between her legs, as without a word she assumed a salacious stance and began to enthusiastically grind against a familiar friend. The mare bitting her other hoof in a half hearted attempt to stifle a lascivious sigh, before with a thrust she began her lopsided lovemaking.

The self-indulgent immodestly creeping out of the cooing mare in a sudden eruption of eroticism, as her warmed up loins quickly caved to the overbearing needs of the flesh. Ocellus noticing the lecherous lump within her become livelier, as the squirming of her pony passenger shifted to a more rapid repetitiveness, as though the mare was shuffling her rump across the carpet with skittering shunts. The exact nature of the worming eluding the shapeshifter for a few seconds, as she was still recovering from eating the equine, but after a few powerful bucks, the grinding gesticulations indecent intent dawned on the changeling.

She was clopping…. the awkward reality sinking in as Ocellus glanced left and right not sure to make of her professor pleasuring herself within the seclusion of the stomach. Was this normal? Ocellus didn’t know, the book had not mentioned anything about this, just that they would tuck their head in, suffocate and give a spasm before nature took its course. Her research material failing her, as the clear outline of what was going on jostled through her abdomen as an embarrassing sex-driven shadow. The incessant writhing echoing through Ocellus’s exoskeleton leaving her queasy and completely lost at what to do as her mare meal remarkably began to rub one out within her perplexed predator…..


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Now that Fluttershy is past the throat flaps and snuggled up in the stomach, the passionate pegasus has decided to make the best of her situation as a swaying stomach swelling. Unfortuantely for Ocellus her lively meal still has a lot of energy left for personal pursuits...

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