Twilight tried to call out, begging for someone, anyone to come save her. But her chest was being compressed by the tight walls of the gullet, her lungs could not get enough air for anything more than a few pitiful whimpers. A hungry growl sounded from beneath her as the beast’s tongue slathered her head, the only part of her not engulfed by the esophagus, with thick slimy saliva. Suddenly, the tight throat loosened beneath her, opening up to receive her slick, saliva-coated form as a deafening GLURK accompanied a powerful contraction, pulling her down to her fate.
Twilight’s final cries were reduced barely audible moans as her nubile body was guided ever deeper into the monster, before finally being deposited unceremoniously into the stomach. Dizzy, weak, and short of breath, Twilight could do nothing to resist the churning walls of the fleshy sack, which groaned happily as it prepared to digest its meal. She could only hope that someone would find her before it was too late…
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Did someone find Twilight and rescue her? Or was she claimed fully by the stomach? I’ll let you decide.