Fandom / Franchise: Nella the Princess Knight
Pred: Clod (Horse)
Prey: Garrett (Human)
Story Structure: Wireframe
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Clod picks up an unarmored Garrett by the ankles with his mouth before taking both of his feet fully in, giving them a good tasting before moving on to the forelegs.
Garrett starts flailing as he's lifted into the air, feeling his equine companion consuming him up to his knees, tongue lapping and wrapping around his legs.
He tries to pull his legs out, but they're already well stuck and held captive by his mouth, already past the tights, limited to frantic squirming as they're pushed to the back of his throat.
Starting to swallow his feet, Clod gets a thorough taste of the rest of his wildly wriggling legs and moves on to his waist.
Unable to properly kick the throat with his legs, Garrett now tries to push Clod away by pressing hard and repeatedly on his muzzle and lips, but being outpowered by his steed's gullet, he fails to slow down his descent as his calves are now swallowed, with that equine tongue now lapping all over his butt and even reaching his lower back.
He now throws both of his hands at his massive horse nose, clawing, punching and pushing some more at it. All to no avail as he feels his hips enter Clod's mouth, get wrapped and pushed by his tongue, soon to join his legs down the gullet...
With his hips now locked between his jaws, Garrett wraps his arms tightly around the bridge of the equine nose, doing his best to hold on to it while locking his eyes with Clod's for a minute or two.
Said horse simply keeps pushing his already doomed and trapped yet still squirming legs down his throat in short swallows, all while getting a good taste of his rider's chest and back.
With head and shoulders already getting a good licking and starting to enter his mouth, Garrett tightens his grip on his nose, already starting to slip and give, while thrashing his head against his relentless licking.
Between the licking, squirming and swallowing against his body, he inevitably lets go of the nose. His arms, or rather forearms, which are still outside, are immediately back to flailing as Clod pushes his head fully into his mouth with his tongue, all while absolutely smothering his face, profusely lathering his pink muzzle flesh and saliva all over his head.
He sputters as saliva lathers his mouth, nose and eyes, shaking his head against the equine mouth as hard as possible while it's slowly pushed to meet the rest of himself deep down the throat...
Garrett turns his head around to face what's left from the outside, and just as his hands are about to be consumed as well, they both manage to grab on to Clod's lower jaw. One of them slips away quickly and is left between grasping for practically nothing and pushing that tongue away.
Clod can't quite close his mouth with his friend's head filling it up so much, so he's left nibbling at his head and trying to lick and push the remaining hand off his jaw.
With his head turned around, Garrett takes a good look at the final glimpses of the outside through open horse jaws opening and closing around him, as well as the rest of the inside of the mouth working to push him further inside, specially the tongue sloshing and wrapping profusely around his face, causing him to wince and sputter. Oh, and also wrapping around his hand still holding on to his jaw, trying to pry it off.
And speaking of "pushing him further inside", his throat is doing the heavy lifting in that department, gulping repeatedly to bring him down slowly but surely into his gullet. And with every swallow, the lone grip he has onto anything he can hold onto gets weaker and weaker...
Ultimately, Garrett is overpowered and is forced to let go. And with that, his equine bestie predator finally takes a big, final gulp that seals him inside for good.
If you stood in front of Clod, looking into his mouth at that very moment, you'd see Garrett's frontal patch of hair, maybe his eyes peeking trough, as his head is sucked right into his gullet, as well as his hands shaking and twitching wildly, as if waving a panicked goodbye to the outside world, right before joining the rest of his body as the mouth snaps shut.
Oh, and you'd inevitably witness the rather big, boy-shaped bulge already sliding down his neck.
Said bulge is shaking as vigorously as possible, which in practice is very little due to being heavily constricted by the pulsating throat gulping him further and further along towards his stomach; his arms, hands and fingertips wriggling violently in vain attempts to grip onto anything in the slick, pulsating walls in order to stop his descent.
Likewise, his feet twitching, trying to press against the digestive tube sucking them down, when they pass through an opening, followed by his legs, chest, until his whole body is plopped into Clod's surprisingly tight stomach.
The still struggling Garrett is forced into a fetal position by the stomach walls pressing hard into him from basically everywhere on his comparatively moldable body.
With belly juices already dripping down and soaking into him, he tries to force his way back up by squeezing his hands through the same opening he just passed through. He instantly fails and simply sloshes around, said opening being closed shut and not giving way.
Now he's only left to try to feebly kick an punch with his restrained limbs against the stretchy, fleshy and rough stomach walls, to get a reaction from his steed turned pred.
His reaction? Clod simply stretches and goes to lay himself to rest, with his rider turned prey, still thrashing about inside him.
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