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Peter's legs slipped deep into the horse's throat. His entire body was engulfed in the tight tube of muscle. With all the pressure, the lack of oxygen, the impossibly tight space, and the rush of blood to his head, Peter was hopelessly disoriented. Since he could not reach his arms up to adjust or stop his decent, he felt like he was out of control. He screamed several times, but his voice only made a few short echoes. It was obvious his voice wasn't piercing the thick neck; no one would hear him. Even if someone did, how can they save him?

The swallowing process was taking a lot longer than either the predator or prey expected. The painfully slow movement through the throat, in addition to the breathing problems, was causing Peter to fade in and out of consciousness. The horse gave one more good swallow, and Peter's feet were sucked into the throat. The horse closed its mouth, sealing Peter into its body. The horse's long neck meant Peter was still fully inside the throat even as the horse's mouth was closed. It would only take a few more good swallows to push Peter deep inside the horse's torso.

Peter knew where he was the moment his head and arms reached the stomach. It was kind of an odd thing to know he had reached the belly of a creature, he had obviously never been here before, and he couldn't see anything in front of him. Popping gas bubbles, the squishing of the stomach walls, and an echoing heartbeat was all he could hear. At this point, Peter was glad to be in the stomach: it was more spacious, at least a little, than the throat he just went through. He could move his hands and get a feel for where he was, even though he really didn't want to know exactly what he was touching. The stomach walls made large contractions that squeezed his body before releasing and revealing a wide open space. As the belly walls moved in and out, Peter was actually becoming relaxed. He was still filled with fear, and he couldn't imagine how he was going to escape, but the steady rhythm of the soft flesh was the most calming part of the ordeal. The gas inside the internal pocket was becoming too strong for Peter to handle, and within minutes he lay unconscious in the pool of digestive acids.

The horse squirmed with delight as its belly accepted the rather large meal. It had been eating grass and rotting vegetables for the last few days, so this was a rather nice treat. Its now swollen belly twitched as the prey moved within. The horse gave a glance at the 4 armed monster, who had sat down against a building and watched the whole event. The monster was clearly upset, but the horse knew that monster would have no problems finding other prey.

The horse gave a snort before trotting off, its bulging belly bounced below its body.

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Long overdue commission for
I took this back in July, and I just finished it in February.

Im not sure what will happen to Peter. Im just going to leave the story at that and let you decide what happens to him.

Description
Peter's legs slipped deep into the horse's throat. His entire body was engulfed in the tight tube of muscle. With all the pressure, the lack of oxygen, the impossibly tight space, and the rush of blood to his head, Peter was hopelessly disoriented. Since he could not reach his arms up to adjust or stop his decent, he felt like he was out of control. He screamed several times, but his voice only made a few short echoes. It was obvious his voice wasn't piercing the thick neck; no one would hear him. Even if someone did, how can they save him?

The swallowing process was taking a lot longer than either the predator or prey expected. The painfully slow movement through the throat, in addition to the breathing problems, was causing Peter to fade in and out of consciousness. The horse gave one more good swallow, and Peter's feet were sucked into the throat. The horse closed its mouth, sealing Peter into its body. The horse's long neck meant Peter was still fully inside the throat even as the horse's mouth was closed. It would only take a few more good swallows to push Peter deep inside the horse's torso.

Peter knew where he was the moment his head and arms reached the stomach. It was kind of an odd thing to know he had reached the belly of a creature, he had obviously never been here before, and he couldn't see anything in front of him. Popping gas bubbles, the squishing of the stomach walls, and an echoing heartbeat was all he could hear. At this point, Peter was glad to be in the stomach: it was more spacious, at least a little, than the throat he just went through. He could move his hands and get a feel for where he was, even though he really didn't want to know exactly what he was touching. The stomach walls made large contractions that squeezed his body before releasing and revealing a wide open space. As the belly walls moved in and out, Peter was actually becoming relaxed. He was still filled with fear, and he couldn't imagine how he was going to escape, but the steady rhythm of the soft flesh was the most calming part of the ordeal. The gas inside the internal pocket was becoming too strong for Peter to handle, and within minutes he lay unconscious in the pool of digestive acids.

The horse squirmed with delight as its belly accepted the rather large meal. It had been eating grass and rotting vegetables for the last few days, so this was a rather nice treat. Its now swollen belly twitched as the prey moved within. The horse gave a glance at the 4 armed monster, who had sat down against a building and watched the whole event. The monster was clearly upset, but the horse knew that monster would have no problems finding other prey.

The horse gave a snort before trotting off, its bulging belly bounced below its body.

Prev:

Long overdue commission for
I took this back in July, and I just finished it in February.

Im not sure what will happen to Peter. Im just going to leave the story at that and let you decide what happens to him.