The griffon smirking to himself, as with a couple of rude tugs he dragged the damaged damsel across the marble with a steady shuffle. The predator’s proud posture returning after the frantic fight, and if his beak weren’t full with his fashionista food Gallus might have chuckled at the cruelty of his sinister scheme. Gallus pulling the pony’s deadweight closer to the mirror as though the once elegant equine were a sack of potatoes. The battered beauty just letting out a few groggy groans in the wake of the griffon’s overbearing onslaught, as in her sorry state the exhausted equine was in no position to protest the monster manipulating her.

Rarity’s eyes clouded by concussion, as every part of the stunned stylist felt numb, leaving a coldness to creep through her unresponsive body like a morning frost. The equine’s compromised chest shivering with each shallow breath, as each struggling cycle stuttered out of her winded frame with a wobbly wheeze. Her ribs aching with each excruciating ebb, leaving her barely able to comprehend the sharp sting of the griffon’s brutal beak digging into her calves, as the hateful hawk yanked her forward with forceful jerks.

The griffon far from gentle, as though he intended to ingest Rarity intact, he was beyond playing nice as he hauled the large lump of well-tenderized mare meat towards the mirror. The bird now confident he had broken her, as his mutilating marks marred nearly every inch of the mare’s body with red lines and blackening bruises. The punished pony passive as he plopped her down in front of the mirror, as at this point it seemed the fashionista at this point had all the formal faculties of a jibbering hunk of quivering flesh.

The mare letting out a whining whimper as her body settled upon the uncaring floor, as the shift spurred a spark of suffering in her negging nerves. The emotional equine emitting little more, as even with a tepid slathering of saliva lathering her legs she continued to blankly stare off into space. This devastated disinterest boring to her bullying buzzard, as though he intended to make a meal of the mare, he at least wanted a little wriggling life in his languishing lunch. The wavering writhing as the equine expired in his unhospitable guts the cherry on top of his consumptive conquest, and just like with Twilight he wanted to enjoy the weak worming from the mare as he cemented his claim on her calories.

The pony not as premium as the protein of an alicorn princess, but the fight made the sensation of her supple shapes slipping into him all the more satisfying than his trivial taking of Twilight. His twitching talon’s reaching out to give a couple of prodding taps to the stub of the unicorn’s fractured horn, in an abrasive attempt to rouse the raw nerves of the obliterated ornament. The mare grimacing as the neurons nipped against his crass caress, causing the lethargic lady to slowly stir from her stunned stupor.

The mare taking a moment to shake off her dazed delirium, and when her vision finally focused the female found herself looking face to face with a cruel caricature of her normally sophisticated self. The hungry hawk’s hand resting on her belly, supporting her as she took in the horrifying sight presented in the mirror, as he wanted his stylish supper to get a good look at what he had reduced her to as a final sadistic gift, before he sent her oozing into his oesophagus’s waiting embrace. His touch teasing her, as he grasped the mare by her muzzle and casually squeezed her cringing cheeks, forcing the pony’s lips to pout in the miserable parody of a duck face. The look of terror in Rarity’s eyes now replaced with a drowning defeat as the demoralized designer could now only waggle her front hooves in the open-air ineffectually, as she sat suspended to patiently wait until her predator was ready to send her on a tight trip down his throbbing throat.

The griffon taking a moment to make a mental selfie of his soon to be stowed seconds, allowing him to sufficiently savour her final look of abject hopelessness for all the trouble she had given him for what should have been an easy partaking of prissy pony. The falcon relishing Rarity’s weakness, as for all that the mare thought she was worth, at the end of the day she was just sustenance to be seized. This brutal truth seeming to dawn on the beaten bitch, as the pony resigned herself to her proper place as prey. The unicorn fidgeting slightly in a nervous tic that rang through her savage system in a final capitulating jitter as every facet of her frame gave up simultaneously in a sad spasm.

“Ppp…Please….” She pleaded, though the word snagged on her tongue, and came out more like a gargle than a coherent sound. The barely discernible disturbance the mare’s last hope for clemency from the committed carnivore, but unfortunately for the unicorn, the snivelling sniffle fell on deaf ears. Gallus instead tilting his head back, as the bird prepared to bolt down the pony with a few swift swallows. A lurching motion enough to push the pony perpendicular with the griffon’s gaping gullet, so that Gallus could use gravity to assist him in starting Rarity’s slithering seep to his stomach.

The mare’s thighs and hips rapidly vanishing with a few heavy heaves, as the greedy griffon guzzled down his succulent treat. Each gulp rapidly gaining ground, as the pull of the palpitating precipice was too much for the shattered seamstress to overcome. Her hooves coming to Gallus’s cheeks in a clumsy attempt to stabilize herself, but the speed of the snarfing took her off guard, and she could do little to stop her gradual glid down the gullet towards a waiting gut.

Rarity’s eyes caught in the glare of the mirror, as she saw the shocking sight of Gallus’s throat bloat and swell as she sank into the soggy snare of his glugging gullet. Her body distorting his slender neck in a noticeable bulge, as though she was shimmying herself into a feather skirt. The next chug claiming her cutiemarks, as with a few squirming slurps more and more of the couturist’s black and blue body was bundled into the peristaltic plunge to a terminal transition to the buzzard’s belly. the feeding fluid, with only the briefest of pauses to grab Rarity’s forelegs and neatly slot her hooves into the dip of her groin so that her digestive descent could play out in the most streamlined way possible.

Tears welling in the unicorn’s eyes, as she watched all her ambition and hard work erode away into a bleak nothingness. Rarity attempting to spread her legs, in a last-ditch effort to let her dress filling plot clog the claggy chute charging over her bubbly buttocks. She knew she had to do something, but with her limbs pinned under the undulating pressure of the throat, she could do little against the sweltering surge trickling over her like a warm wave. The mare shuffling slightly, but it became abundantly clear that her buttery bum had failed to block the oscillating oesophagus, and she was well on her way to being tucked away in a taut tummy. Any attempt to prevent this ingestive inevitability met with strong swallows and Gallus’s guiding hands, as with another powerful pulse the grimacing Rarity felt the edge of his beak begin to skirt over her shuddering shoulders……

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Well it was a hard fight, but its finally time for Rarity to take the peristaltic plunge, at least she gets a good view of her digestive dive playing out....

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