Cheryl stepped off her horse onto the dry, dusty ground. Cheryl was on spring break from her second semester at college and back in her home town for a small English riding competition. She had discovered herself at college and needed to confess her feelings to her oldest friend, Almond. With her back still turned towards her friend, she took a deep breath, preparing herself. Turning around, she said, "Almond, I have to tell you," but her sentence was cut short as she let out a horrible scream. When Cheryl turned around, she saw the last bit of Almond's brown leather boot slurped down her own horse's mouth. She could make out Almond's outline as she traveled down the horse's snake-like throat. The horse made a hard, wet swallowing sound, and Cheryl could no longer see Almond's outline, but the horse's belly had gotten considerably bigger. She ran up to the horse and stuffed her hand up its mouth, "Almond "I'm coming for you!" She screamed. She quickly pushed herself down to her waist into the horse's mouth, reaching her hand as far as she could; her finger tips had just entered a larger chamber from the tight tube she had been pushing through. Almond screamed to her, "What are you doing? Go get help!" Cheryl kept pushing in, "I just need to reach a little further." She responded. Cheryl had pushed far enough in that she could grab Almond's boot, "gotcha." Almond said as she tried to pull her friend out. As she started to pull, she realized her feet were lifting off the ground, and with another hard, wet swallow, she was forced into the stomach with her friend. Her wet body slid up against Almond's; she slid further and further up until they were face to face. Cheryl struggled in the tight chamber to pull her phone out of her jacket. The dim phone light lit up their little room; it was pink and glistening, just like Almond's and Cheryl's faces and hair. Almond whispered, "What did you do?" "I tried to rescue you, Almond." Cheryl replied; she paused and continued, "I need to tell you, I need to tell you I love you." It seemed to get hotter in my tight stomach. Almond reached up and stroked Cheryl's slimy hair, "Oh, Cheryl, I love you too." She pulled Cheryl into a loving kiss.

-GummySlider

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