Gallus taking his time with his mare meal, as with her spirit shattered, he saw no reason to rush the final leg of his luxurious lunch. The griffon just savouring the reassuring weight of the mare in his throat, as her picturesque body created a comforting, heavy presence against his accommodating insides. His steady swallowing slowing, as at this point the succulent mare’s own mass would be sufficient to send her slithering do the short slide to the stomach on her own accord. The majority of his sobbing snack already stretching his insides pleasantly, as his strong slurping had been more than enough to slot the majority of the exhausted equine betwixt his gaping jaws and into the waiting embrace of his throbbing upper gastric tract.

Gallus just inching himself forward cautiously, allowing him to relish the sweet sensation of Rarity’s battered body sinking into him as nothing more than a beautiful bulge. His pacified pony prey doing little as she sank into her better’s body, as the mare was unable to muster anything more and the tired teacher graduated from tutor to bird food. The normally articular socialite uncharacteristically lost for words, as deep down she knew there was nothing left to say in the short time left before she was shimmied into her final blue feather dress.

Rarity’s body shuddering slightly with each grasping glug, as each wounded breath wheezed out of her like a whiney whimper. A loathing boiling within the unicorn’s battered body, as she knew full well, she was powerless to prevent the pulsating precipice of the griffon’s gullet creep up her spine like a slimy shiver. Each audible chug lathering her in a thick coating of saliva, as unseen glands lubricated her for her digestive departure. leaving a soggy sheen to taint her no longer spotless fur. The maintained marble veneer tainted with a mixture of blood and drool, as bit by bit the tip of Gallus’s beak traced its way up her back with prodding peck, in his single-minded pursuit of claiming every facet of her fine feminine figure. The feeding motion like a series of glancing grazes, as it was clear he was fully capable of flaying the fashionista with his blade-like bill, though for the time being it seemed he was content to consume his pony-sized portion whole.

The predator pleased with his gradual progress, as each pinch of powerful peristaltic pressure edged him ever closer to entombing the once elegant equine entirely within his soon to be swollen stomach. The thought making his mouth water, as he knew in a couple more rolls of the throat, he would be closing his beak over the mare’s head like a consumptive cowl. He would just have to heave his beak, straighten his neck and tilt his face skyward like he had done with Twilight and the once-promising designer would soon be stewing in his stomach like the mare meat she was.

Rarity seeming to sense this sentiment, as already up to her neck in griffon gullet, she was fully aware there was no way she was going to be able to talk her way out of being tucked away in his tummy. The next swallow snuggly slotting the mare’s shoulders past the back of his mouth and into his tensing threshold of the throat, as the mare began to receive the most menacing massage of her life. The slick tautness rubbing over her in watery waves, as the muscular gullet walls pulled the pony into the yawning passageway to the stomach sphincter. The equine knowing there was no escape, as with her legs pinned by muscular gullet walls, no kicking could save her and she was as good as a luscious lump of lady lunchmeat.

“I… I Hope you choke!” spat Rarity like a bitter venom, as she found her voice just in time for one last savage swan song before her digestive dive. It was not original, or even remotely witty, but it was all she could think of as she hissed out her hatred in the bitter words as though she could brand the bullying bird with spite alone. Gallus not even batting an eye at his meal’s mewling, as there was only one place she was going now, and that was his grumbling gut. The organ audibly chirping with groaning gurgles as it geared up to metabolize the moaning mare into the pretty pellet she was born to be.

Gallus not even batting an eye at his meals mewling, there was only one place she was going now and that was his grumbling gut, which was already gearing up to metabolize the moaning mare into the pretty pellet she was born to be. He began to chuckle, the nasal noise rustling out of his congested neck as a ruffled raspberry, as he found a slight amusement in how the mare was trying to retort him reducing her to a simple swell in his stomach. It was just too m….

HURK!!!

Rarity going wide-eyed as Gallus suddenly clenched up with a choking retch, leaving a flabbergasted in shock as for a moment the mare thought her wishful thinking had been enough to slay her snarfer, Gallus writhing slightly as his throat slammed closed against Rarity’s soaking skin with a throttling squeeze as he seemed to be suffocating on the couturist’s dress-filling curvature. Gallus gargling against her, as his entire core began to convulse in a confused kerfuffle as it appeared the griffon had bitten off more than he could chew.

Hope rejuvenating in Rarity’s heart for a few fleeting seconds, before Gallus quashed them with a snorting snicker, as the predator played one final cruel prank on his pathetic prey. The straining chute surrounding Rarity relaxing on cue, as the griffon began to laugh around the confused cunt clogging his overloaded oesophagus. Gallus waggling his finger well providing a few gentle pats to Rarity’s cringing cheek, as he playfully scolded the mare for falling for his little dining deception so easily. The unicorn slacking off in response, a sniffle coming from her snout as she finally capitulated to the consumption, unable to muster any more effort from her emotionally drained frame.

Gallus just smirking around her as he bobbed his head so that her sad little face could be properly framed by a collar of moist pink flesh. The rim of the bill like blinders, as with a swaying shuffle Rarity was forced to wear the back of the bird’s throat like a pink scarf. Her bloodshot eyes fixed forward into the unflattering reflection of the mirror, as Gallus gave her a final parting gift before her digestive dive. The last look at her ravaged appearance heart-breaking, as she was given one last glimpse of her fallen stature, in the miserable lull before the final swallow. The mare taking in her mess of a mane, her ruined makeup, every proud part of her ravaged and defiled as Gallus reduced her to just a meaty morsel to be devoured. Rarity getting a long look at herself, almost gawking at the tragedy, as she hated everything, she saw with a pained passion that stung the equine’s ego like an open wound.

She might have said something, some comment, anything that might reign in her defiled dignity, but she was never given the chance as Gallus ended the conversation with a sharp SNAP! An audible gulp following a second after, as the griffon sealed his dinner in darkness with a snap of his beak and a surging swallow. The strong roll of his gullet packing the last of the pony into his impatient innards, as the final push forced the mare into a terminal ooze down his oesophagus.

Gallus instinctually undulating his neck in an “S”ing motion, as he naturally pushed the pony down his throat like this audacious act was second nature. His hands coming up to ease the eaten equine into his waiting crop, as the sooner this troublesome treat was tucked away, the sooner he could get his passing grade for this drawn-out assessment of appetite. The smug look on his face beaming, as he felt every grimacing facial feature against his fingers, as he expediated the equines slow slide to his stomach. Rarity’s flaring nostrils but dimples upon the swelling of her svelte muzzle, her eyes pinched closed in a cowering cringe, even the dull nub where her horn once sat discernible on the pony-shaped protuberance traversing his throat. The sad simulacrum amusing to the avian, as he simply found it funny how far the stupid seamstress had fallen the moment, he had decided to relegate her to a large lump in his midriff. Her pride, appearance, and even her very life was his now, and he knew her situation was only going to get worse once he shuffled a certain surprise through his stomach sphincter, as she had a friend to reunite with….


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And down she goes, it was a hard fight, but it's finally over, and Gallus can rock a fashionable mare-shaped bulge in his belly, though I doubt Rarity is thrilled about her new feather dress....

Part forty-Three of my Collab with Mrleft ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Mr-dot-Left09 ). The other parts can be found here:

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