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Cherry could barely breathe, let alone move, as she feebly fidgeted against the wet walls pushing down on her on all sides. The damp darkness smothering like a sweltering shroud from every conceivable angle, as she found herself drowning in the clammy claustrophobic of a cramped colon. Every shallow breath squelching against this palpitating veil of formfitting flesh with a ruffling raspberry, as the unrelenting lumen pressed against the mare’s snout like a mucus-moistened mask. Every little gasp was a struggle, as the mare had to precariously balance the burning need to ventilate her lungs, with the overwhelming urge to gag, under the septic stench of the musky lower bowel that was currently assaulting her sinuses like a pungent perfume.

The entombed equine’s senses clouded by the disgusting ductwork surrounding her, as the stale atmosphere of the lower intestinal tract already began to take the majority of the steam out of her ineffectual shuffling squirms. The tart taste of anal phlegm prickling over the pleading pony’s palate just adding another foul facet to her packed-away predicament, as the throbbing tunnel that coated her from head to tail like a skin-tight wetsuit a size too small. The tight tubing tensing against every terrified twitch, leaving the mewling mare little room to manoeuvre, let alone even attempt to extract herself from the muggy snare of the pulsating plumbing squishing against her now matted fur.

The snug straits that sat beyond the sigmoidal bent thoroughly uninviting, as the quivering mare was forced to marinate in the fetid fluids pooling from unseen pores like a septic sponge. The mare unable to get comfortable from her curled-up position within the colon, as she had not yet had enough time to come to terms with the confinement she had been cast into with a clenching shove. The feeling of the sigmoidal bend straightening, before sheathing over her head with a slow spread tangible to Cherry, though in truth it had only taken a couple of seconds for her shoulders and hips to also shunt through the nibbling threshold of the ajar anal sphincter.
The orifice opening to receive her with a brisk professionalism, as the wagon wheel of an arsehole, had swallowed her as easily an undersized butt plug.

The whimpering unicorn vanishing through the tail hole with but a single forceful push, as the rectal ring effortlessly slid over the mare’s muzzle, then the rest of her with an easing gulp, until she was entirely encased within the dim blackness of the lower digestive tract. The equine’s natural grain just making the task of taking her smooth and streamlined, as a raider of Pan’s pedigree made it clear that this worming morsel of mare meat was far from her first backdoor banquet. The amazon of a unicorn letting out a saucy moan, as she felt her hole hedonistically stretch, though this twinge of pleasure did nothing to slow her intake of her rapidly inserted indulgence.

Even now Cherry could hear the muffled words of her revelling devourer though the inch or so of soft tissue separating her from freedom, though the mare had no clue what was being said, only that there was a smug pitch to each lavish taunt. The unicorn being humiliated now, even as she was little more than a swaying bulge in this brute’s belly, unable to do little more than tuck her head to her chest and wait for her inevitable conversion to well-tanned slab of scat. The tingle of enzymes already beginning to erode the encapsulated equine’s upper layer of skin with a slow sizzle, as Cherry could already feel the impatient pipework lathering over her with a stinging rub.

Cherry coherent enough to realize that the bloated large intestine was eagerly beginning to bake her into what was sure to be a heavy bowel movement, as it rendered her down into just a browning biomass ready for absorption and disposal. The process swift, as the brutal biology encircling Cherry, seemed to be savouring her quaint quaking, it saw no point in delaying digesting her, as just like any other meal, soon enough she would just be another thick turd resting in Pan’s rectum patiently waiting for release. The unicorn rapidly growing drowsy as she was unmade, unable to focus, as a combination of asphyxia and her own body breaking down subdued her with an urge to sleep. Cherry’s eyelids fluttering, before gently falling closed, as the pony mercifully passed out before she could experience the sensation of her effeminate anatomy festering down into a fetid faecal fudge.

Pan barely feeling the final sputtering death spasm, as the pitiful convulsion was nowhere close to some of the desperate bucking she had relished from more stubborn prey. The alabaster unicorn tracing the shape of her snack within her barrel, as she could barely notice Cherry’s diminishing presence within her own muscular bulk. She wasn’t quite sure why the silly sniper slut had been wearing a nappy, as she lacked the pudge of someone who periodically partook in her fellow ponies, but that would not stop the debaucherous wastelander from depositing her dungified dinner date into a diaper. Pan feeling the smoothing out mass in her middle melting away, chunky clumps of bones discernible beneath her hooves, prompting her to consider what she would do with the flesh-stripped skeleton she would eventually shit out. Armour, warning sign, effigy, the options flowing through the unicorn’s mind, though for now, she was just happy to mull the full feeling of female flesh dissolving within her shrinking gut….

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Pan sneaks up on a sniper out in the wastes, and decided to introduce the sharpshooter to her ever peckish ponut...

A lemon done for Gizmo, to go along with a commissioned image they got from Pigpuke ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/pigpuke ) Featuring Cherry who is currently curled up on the dark side of Pan's ponut.


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