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In hindsight, maybe she liked the idea of a nightclub more than actually going to one. They looked like such interesting places in the movies. She'd been imagining them as full of life, culture, and characters from every walk of life. Diantha had it in her head that if she wanted to really get to the core of the city, to see its beating heart, she had to walk through those doors and get a look for herself. Reality struck as soon as she saw the crowd. It was a sea of writhing bodies, indistinguishable from one another, grinding close to the pulsing rhythm of a song so loud she could hardly tell one note from another. It was all a wall of thumping bass, hitting her like a gust of wind as soon as the doors closed behind her, while her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness with how many flickering lights there were on the little stage. Standing there, surveying the cacophonous chaos, she was deeply stricken by the feeling that this was no place for small squirrels like herself.

A few steps forward had her leaning against a railing, overlooking the smoky pit that was the dance floor. She'd never been to an orgy before, but she was pretty sure what was going on down there was about nine-tenths of the way to being one. There were so many people, so many bodies, pressed as close together as possible. They weren't so much dancing as they were just moving, bumping up against one another, pushing, grinding, even outright humping. She couldn't tell in the dark, but she was pretty sure she caught glimpses of actual sex acts going on in the middle of the crowd. The whole place had a thick scent of sweat and smoke - not an entirely unpleasant one either. She felt like she'd walked in on some sort of strange ritual, in a language she didn't understand, as that mass of people worshipped the sounds pumping out of the speakers, as directed by the one prominent figure on the stage, glistening with sweat beneath the lights.

The heavy bass stopped just as Diantha laid eyes on her. The DJ was a regal figure, dressed up something like an opera singer of old, complete with a porcelain mask concealing half her face. The squirrel had a good look over that regal figure from afar. She figured there was no harm admiring her when she was just another face in a crowd of hundreds. And that horse was worth the staring. Curves like those didn't even seem like they ought to have been legal. She distantly admired the sheer shapeliness of that well-dressed equine, watching her move to a keyboard to start tapping out a rich piano solo. From her fine bosom, to her slight gut, and those broad hips complimented by the silkiest tail Di had ever seen, there was plenty to admire. A squirrel like her knew all about tail maintenance, and that shapely mare was an absolute expert, that long drape of shiny hair hanging all the way down to the floor, streaked with bright red. And then there came her_voice._

Diantha didn't expect to stumble into a moment of such beauty in the middle of a crowded club. The horse's voice was like that of a ghost, wailing out something Di couldn't fully understand. It didn't matter. She got a good sense of the emotions involved, and found herself clutching her chest, losing herself in the moment. Below, the grinding had mostly transformed to swaying, though there were still some people humping or outright fucking each other. At least they had the courtesy to slow down and follow the calmer pace for a while. Di was finding herself lulled into a contented state, whisked away by that emotive song, as if finding peace. Just before she could stumble into any sort of revelation, the horse hit something that got the bass blasting through the club once more, nearly blowing Di off her feet from the shock. She was left blinking her eyes as if she'd been suddenly shaken awake, watching the impressive light show that went with the final, pumping crescendo of catastrophic fanfare conclude the performance. The horse took to the microphone again once her audience settled down. Her speaking voice was a lot more mundane than her singing voice.

"Alright. That's enough, yeah. Thanks." Once she was done performing, she fell into a laid-back kind of persona, as if too cool to care. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back. Looks like I've got an admirer."

The crowds whooped with that, and she looked right up from the stage. Di caught those eyes peering as if into her soul. It couldn't have been what it looked like. How on earth did the horse isolate her out of the whole crowd, way up high above the dance floor? Di must have been mistaken. But she didn't move, even as she watched the DJ departing, leaving some calmer music on playback and stepping off the stage, wading through the crowd. She lost sight of her for a while, but the approaching clomp of hooves alerted her to that hefty equine's presence. There was no doubt in her mind anymore. She saw that horse staring right at her, still masked, pushing through the crowd, elbowing if necessary with her sights set on her target. It was enough to leave Di frozen, unable to so much as look away. She was a big horse, but she looked even bigger from up close. It wasn't her height so much as her width and heft. The squirrel felt like little more than a twig standing in front of her.

"Hey," the horse said, or at least that was what it looked like. The bass drowned out the words.

Di wasn't sure exactly what to do. She was standing there, dressed so mundanely compared to the DJ's elaborate theatre garb. Part of her felt so exposed, like she'd been caught somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. Had that horse come all the way up there just to kick her out? Was she that out of place? It all left her so worked up she didn't even try to respond, staring in weird silence until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Only with the horse's lips right near her ear could Di hear what she was actually saying, speaking in a thick accent she must have been holding back on stage.

"Ye dinnae gotta look so flummoxed. New around here, right?"

"Yeah ... " Di squeaked, so softly she didn't even hear it herself. Only when she remembered how noisy her surroundings were did she bother to try again, raising to a small shout. "Yeah, I am. Is that ... okay?"

That made the horse laugh, which was a bit loud right in Di's ear like that.

"Of course it's okay. You dinnae see the toughs throwing yer cute ass out, do ye? Name's Lily. I could use yerr help with something. It's kinda lewd."

"Oh ... " Di tried not to act too shocked by the bluntness. "What is it? I might be interested, maybe, depending ... oh, it's Diantha by the way. Di."

"Awful hostile, aren't we?"

"Huh?"

"Kidding with ye. Nevermind. Anyway. Here's the plan." Lily leaned in even closer, so that she was pressed right against the squirrel's body. Di naturally dipped down, making it look like the two of them were locked in the middle of a ballroom dance, or perhaps a passionate kiss. "If I'm reading that look in yer eyes right, ye wouldn't mind a little time alone with me. Hm?"

"That's ..." Di's first instinct was to protest. That was way too much, too soon. They'd learned each other's names a few seconds ago. And she'd been staring yeah, but that didn't mean Lily could just stomp right up and say something like that. But then, on the other hand - it was pretty flattering that the big thick horse could pick her out of a crowd and know she wanted her even from afar. So, maybe it was time to take a chance. Who was going to judge her? " ... interesting."

"Yeah. I thought so. But, listen. What if we weren't alone, exactly?"

"Oh, well, that ... " Di had never been worth more than one person before. She bit her lip. "You mean like a threesome?"

"Nah. I guess I'm wasting yer time. Lemme spell it out." Lily leaned back right in sync with a lower point in the current track's playback, knowing exactly when it'd calm down. "I've got to get back to my set. And I'd love having ye under the turntable, sucking on my cock while I blow these people's minds."

Di could hardly believe what she just heard. Her eyes went wide, and she looked around as if to search for exit routes. Lily wasn't being forceful with her or anything. She held her by the shoulders, but she wasn't groping or humping or anything of the sort. She waited for Di's permission before she got to that. When she looked back over the horse, and her silky-soft mane of hair, her soft, broad hips, her smooth cleavage shining with a bit of sweat beneath the lights, Di was starting to reconsider just how shocked she really was. Lily looked so soft, so warm, and Di couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth just to gaze over that ample body, and think about being closer to her. She stood up straight, and with hardly a second thought, she pushed her way into Lily's bust, laying her head atop those lovely tits, letting them be her cushion. She heard the horse snort, but soon they were locked into a hot embrace, rubbing each other up and down, taking great handfuls of curves wherever they could find them.

Lily of course had much more to grope than Di did, but that didn't seem to bother that luscious equine. She kneaded over the squirrel's body like she was a succulent treat, making no comment on her leanness. Di meanwhile was immersed in that shapely form. She hugged herself close as if to embed into that padding. Lilly was pleasantly plump in all the right places, just a bit fat, but with plenty of tone to keep all those extra curves perky and perfectly squeezable. She hardly knew what she was doing. Di was a squirrel possessed by her own urges, taking great big handfuls of Lily's ass, working up her back, rubbing her tits with her face, swiping up some of that equine sweat with her fur. She sniffed right between that bare cleavage, taking in a scent both gentle and somewhat musky in that horsey way, finding herself intoxicated with a sudden need. It was a tidal wave of warmth that had her legs twitching, made her rub her thighs together as mild interest transformed into hot, wet desire. She was beyond being able to control herself. She only wanted.

Eventually, Lily settled her down with a good, deep kiss. Di felt that thick horse tongue pushing past her lips, and she ended up swallowing it without a second thought. They sucked on each other's mouths a while, soaking their lips and muzzles until they shone. Only when they were breathless did they break from that smooch, panting briefly, looking into each other's eyes. Lily wore a sultry smirk that was positively devilish.

"I'll take that as a yes. This way."

Despite the pounding lust within her, Di couldn't help but feel a moment of hesitance come over her once more.

"Won't everybody see me getting up there?"

"Yeah." Lily gave a wink. "And they'll be jealous."

Di still wasn't sure how she felt about all those leering faces. They were already fixated on the two of them after their lustful display upstairs, she realized. And they didn't stop their staring when Lily took her by the hand, and turned with a swish of her tail. Di felt those fine hairs brushing over her face, and for a moment she fought down the sudden urge to catch that tail in her mouth and give it a suck. Everything about the horse was so smooth, so silky to the touch. The thought of putting her tongue on a prime pair of plump horse nuts was enough to sustain her, to push her forward as she made her way through the crowd. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or slightly disappointed that nobody touched her. They seemed to respect that she'd been claimed by the horse, and settled just for looks and the occasional comment that she couldn't fully understand. Were they approving? Mocking? She really had no idea. She hadn't even had a drink yet, and she was already in way over her head.

The lights were even brighter once she was standing on the stage. How did Lily even see while she was performing? They kept changing colours, flickering, flashing. She had to shield her eyes, looking out at the crowd. It was like she couldn't even see the walls anymore. There were just people forever. She twitched her bushy tail and fell to inaction until she felt Lily's tug on her arm. Was she really doing this? Had she lost her goddamn mind? Stumbling over, she didn't think twice about it, until she was following the firm directions from the DJ, feeling her touch on her shoulders, urging her to kneel in place behind the table that held all her equipment. At first she was resistant, but Lily didn't force her. She waited until Di was ready, pushing all the while, until finally the squirrel just did as she was silently told, sinking to her knees, hidden from the huge crowd's sight at last. That meant she could get acquainted with that bulge. She never noticed just how tightly those pants hugged around Lily's package. That had to be a bit uncomfortable.

Leaning into the mic, Lily spoke in an indifferent tone that nonetheless made everyone go wild.

"I'm back."

She let that deafening roar wash over the club for a while. Di waited where she was, unsure of how to proceed, just listening. Finally, Lily continued in the same apathetic voice.

"I've got a few more for you. Maybe you know em."

Diantha hardly knew how it all worked. It was definitely more complicated than just hitting a play button. Lily was adjusting things, turning dials, flipping switches, even stomping a hoof on some sort of pedal now and then. All Di knew was that it was powerful. The sounds echoing all around her shook her to the core, making her spine rattle in place. She could feel the vibrations in her teeth, which made her realize she was clenching them. Lily got things to a pounding, bouncing beat, and only then did she look down to smirk at the squirrel beneath her. She gave a nod, as if that meant anything, and left Di wonder what she was supposed to be doing. That became much more clear when the horse reached down, unbuckled her belt, and unzipped right in front of her face, letting free a delicious wave of equine musk. There was just enough richness to make her mouth water, but it was pleasant all the way through the deep, indulgent breath Di took reflexively as soon as it caught her nose.

All that pent up pressure of Lily cramming her junk into a form-fitting pair of pants came out at once. She her cock flopped out along with a truly hefty pair of nuts. They were smooth, shiny, and glistening with just enough perspiration to be attractive without being excessive. Di couldn't resist. She didn't need any sort of direction, or approval. Desire was the strongest force, leaving her diving in, nose-first, sniffing her way up the crevice between those balls. She made her way to the base of Lily's cock, feeling it twitch against her cheek, and took a thorough lick of that little honeypot of accumulated scent. Her mind was blazing. Her sex was soaking. She could feel her panties clinging to her well-glazed pussy lips. But she wasn't going to let her own needs distract her from her wants, soon throwing all restraint out the window as she got to licking up and down the sack of someone she'd only met moments ago. At least no one could see her.

The song took on a more erotic tone, simmering down from the explosive start and slipping into something mesmerizing, something steady and seductive. It was the perfect background for Di to slip one of those plump balls into her mouth and start sucking. She could barely fit it in, and ended up looking more like a chipmunk than a squirrel, bulging her cheeks out with the sheer girth. And that was just one of them. Lily was singing above, or maybe more like moaning. Di liked to think it was her expert work causing those sounds , slurping and splurching below as she kneaded that nut between her lips, though it might have just been part of the song. She nearly choked herself on those balls, moving from the first one to the second, making absolutely certain that she'd sucked every single drop of sweat off them before she finally considered herself done. That was when the song started picking up again, and she only got to admire her sloppy handiwork, that thorough treatment that had left Lily's sack shining and dripping with squirrel spit, before Lily was sparing a free hand to grip her firming cock, bapping it against Di's cheeks insistently.

That monster was big enough when it was semi-soft. Watching harden before her eyes was enough to leave Di staring in a mix of awe and horror. She watched the veins starting to pop and bulge as that dick grew solid, watched the medial ring expanding, and most intimidating of all was the blossoming of that thick flare. It was near the size of Di's whole face, and at the very tip there was an oozing bead of pre so copious she wasn't even sure if she could get it down in a single gulp. She was just going to have to test that. It was like Lily had some sort of aura, some sort of presence that inspired confidence in the nervous squirrel. She felt like an expert, like she could satisfy anyone, no matter how big they were. And she put an especially large amount of flair into slurping that pre off the tip of Lily's cock, tilting her head straight back, closing her eyes, and cleaning off that hot treat all in a single smooth stroke, moaning all the way.

Those juices were every bit as thick as it looked, filling her mouth the flavour of horse lust. She smacked it around and then swallowed deeply, proving to herself that she could do it. After that, she needed just a moment to let that simmer in her belly, letting the flavour linger on her tongue. She wasn't sure she'd forget a hot taste like that anytime soon. It left a mark on her palate, like it had simply sunk deep into her tastebuds to stay. Di looked up, but Lily wasn't looking back. She was busy in the middle of her song, slowly working her hips back and forth both to the rhythm, and to insistently pump that fat horse cock towards Di's face. She licked the tip a few more times, but that just made Lily thrust all the harder, like she were already fucking an invisible mouth just a few inches in front of Di's own. She wasn't sure she could handle it. But she had to try.

Reaching up and wrapping her hands around the base of that spire, she held on tight, bracing herself for it. It seemed silly enough she almost laughed at first. What was she really going to do with a cock like that? Fitting it in her mouth was like trying to swallow the ocean. It was unfathomable. But that fiery feeling inside her, that part that was all amped up on the energy around her kept her going. The music built to another of those massive crescendos just as she plunged forth, using that fearsome beat as inspiration to fuel her ambition. She stretched her mouth wide and started squishing that broad flare between her lips, feeling it throb and expand in her suckling grip as she went down on it, closing her eyes, letting her body guide her. Soon she was choking a little, that viscous pre clogging her throat, but a little cough and she was good to go. She wasn't going to let something so silly as her own bodily limits stop her from getting a bulging throatful of that plump dick, glurking on it as she took all that girth in her gullet, letting her desperate gulps be the massage it needed.

Lily snorted above, turning away from the microphone to make a few horse sounds, nickering and even neighing briefly. Then she took a breath, steadied herself, and continued her song with only a slight waver in her voice. She was running her hands down her sides, slowly swaying side to side, which didn't make it any easier to suck her cock. Di gripped those hips, then pushed her hands into Lily's pants and held onto her backside. Lily responded with a little swish that took her unzipped bottoms over the crest of her ass, and sent them crumpling to the floor. Di got a few good sucks in, a few smooth bobs of her head, sinking down to that medial ring. That was as impressive a goal as any, she thought, but when she felt those strong fingers digging into her hair, gripping right down to her scalp, she knew she was only getting started. She was just going to have to hold on tight, squeezing hard on that shapely rump, bracing herself with a deep gulp as she felt those muscles flexing beneath the soft padding.

The moment Lily finished her chorus, she stepped back and threw her weight into Di's face, bucking forth with a little snort, burying almost her entire cock down the squirrel's throat all at once. Di felt her nose tap against Lily's soft belly, her eyes watering, her body tense as she listened to the spectacular SLURK of a big fat horse dick pulling from her throat. She managed one brief gasp, just enough to keep her going, before Lily bottomed out again, stretching Di's poor jaw with the force of that absolutely devastating plunge straight down towards her stomach. It was such a sizable bulge, Di could feel it pushing up beneath her tits. How her body was holding up to that, she really had no idea. Every backstroke brought with it enough spit and pre to pour down onto the squirrel's chest, soaking through her clothing. The scent drenched her entire being, and all the while, she was aching, clenching, dripping with arousal while the horse succinctly facefucked her until her face felt numb.

One song ended and another began, this one more upbeat than the last. It moved at blistering speed, pounding away with drum kicks so rapid they were like machine guns. Di hoped Lily didn't get any ideas. It probably wasn't even possible to fuck that fast, but she was already speeding up, letting the music flow through her while she annihilated that lucky squirrel. Somehow Di hadn't been shattered to a million pieces. She felt every thrust rattle through her body, shaking her more than the brutal bass drop pounding out all around her. Even in the middle of it all, she was still sucking, still gulping, working her lips and tongue and throat to make for the most perfectly fuckable face Lily had ever had wrapped around her dick. Her head was spinning and she could feel her mind slipping, like she was already partly passed out and dreaming. Maybe a tiny bit dead. Whatever. It didn't matter when that musky piston tasted so good on her tongue, and felt so good between her lips, stroking along them with every vein and detail along that perfect shaft.

When she heard the music building to something, raising the tension just a little more with each beat, she couldn't help but feel slightly terrified. Lily was pounding, already filling her belly with a burdensome amount of juices. What was she going to do with a horse's cumshot? Inflate like a balloon and float away? Or maybe roll away, more like. She held on, kneading that fine ass like dough as Lily's thrusts got shorter, faster, more manic. Of course, she never lost her rhythm, even as things got wild and she slapped Di's chin enough to bruise her with those fattened nuts. They were clenching up, pulling taut against her, and her flare bulged out even broader than before, locking her dick in place inside the squirrel. Then she slammed a fist on a big red button, setting off some pyrotechnics while the beat absolutely demolished the dance floor, covering up her triumphant whinny as she blasted a load in Di's body, transforming the squirrel from a soft and fluffy cocksucker and into a swollen, bloated condom full of horse spunk, expanding and stretching with the sheer volume of jizz pouring into her belly.

Di's arms fell limp at her sides for a while, leaving her to just take it, chugging it all down but getting nowhere close to swallowing it all. A torrent came cascading down her tits, soaking through her shirt until it was thinner than wet paper, clinging to her body. She was swimming in the excess, knelt down in a growing puddle that was dangerously close to some very expensive-looking electronics. Some of it soaked into her while she twitched around that throat-stuffing shaft. She might have been without air for a whole minute by then. Lily held herself inside until her dick was done flexing, done bulging and expanding with the sheer force of putting out that much cum, that quickly. Di was drooling, dazed, her groans muffled until Lily finally showed something like mercy. She smacked her lips and turned some knobs, adjusting the song for a proper fadeout while she wiped her cum-slopped cock off on Di's features, leaving the squirrel to cough and wheeze, horse cream pouring from her open lips while she got her face painted down with a clinging layer of pure, wet, hot scent.

"You liked that one? Alright." Lily kept up her 'whatever' stage presence, though Di could hear at least a slight quiver in her voice. "I've got one more for you. But first, how about this squirrel? Let's hear it."

As if her cheeks weren't already hot enough, Di felt her cheeks blazing when she heard the people cheering. Was that for her? How could they know? She was supposed to be hidden, or so she thought, right up until she managed to catch her breath and actually look up at the stage around her. The great big screen at the back was projecting an image of her stunned face, all sodden with cum, drooling it out dumbly for everyone to see. How long had they been watching her going down on that dick? She bit her lip, turned her head left and right, and then just gave a whimper. Lily chuckled, settling her with a rub between the ears.

"Yeah. She's pretty good. Alright. We all know what's next."

She leaned down, bending right over, and whispering into Di's ear.

"Ye can work that mouth, that's for sure. Ye wanna eat my ass? I know everyone wants to see what else that tongue can do."

Di blinked. How many people were out there? And what were they chanting? They didn't know her name, but eventually she realized they were just shouting 'squirrel!' over and over. From her perspective, knelt down on stage, not daring to look out over all those darkened faces hidden from her sight, it sounded like the entire world was cheering for her. She puffed, nibbled her lip, and swished her fluffy tail a few times, before finally murmuring something with all her hesitant might.

"Where do you need me?"

"That's a girl. Scoot around. I've gotta keep an eye on the tracks."

She felt silly walking on her knees like that, but she wasn't entirely sure she could have balanced on her own two paws. A quick glance at the screen reminded her that they were seeing everything, even once she was down behind that broad ass, gripping it as before but from the opposite angle. She held onto Lily's bare hips, admiring all that booty on display before her. That rump was perfectly rounded, plump yet firm, and with a thick black donut leading down to a dark taint, and the backside of those fat balls. The whole sight was shining before Di's eyes, sweatier than before, and the only thing that kept her from diving in face first was the momentary admiration she had for the sight of it all. That was an ass worth eating, and her mouth was watering just to know that she had it all to herself. She ignored all the crowd noise, looking up at Lily, and found the horse giving her an approving gaze right back.

"Do it," she said, though Di could only read her lips. She'd already launched into one last song, something bluesy and a bit funky. It was oddly soothing, even if the bass still pounded in Di's brain. Maybe it was the sweet sound of Lily's voice, her tone almost mournful as she belted out lyrics over that rising wall of electronic noise.

Muffled between those cheeks, Di found the bass finally couldn't reach her. She let the cushions of that ass wrap around her head. It was thick enough to engulf her, leaving her immersed as she kissed her way to her prize, laying her lips on that prime donut ring and smooching it as deeply as she could. Pulling back, she made sure to swipe her tongue up and down that smooth taint of Lily's too, though that hole was her main target. She licked it, kissed it, even managed to get her lips around it and suck on it a while, loudly schlurping and popping while she drooled with the effort. Whether the crowd approved or not, she couldn't tell. Everything was getting quieter, filtered through the layers like she were one floor beneath a big party. She kept on pushing in until she had her nose mashed against the horse's plump asshole, taking in some musk right along with all the warm taste, letting Lily work through her song while she absolutely worshipped that fine ass.

A little weight coming down on her face had her even more smothered. Lily wasn't quite sitting on her, but she was definitely leaning some weight on Di's face, making sure she didn't go anywhere too quickly. The tune was getting slower, a cool, downbeat finale that Di could barely even hear anymore. She heard the horse's voice, but mostly she heard the wet sound of her tongue lapping over that hole, of getting her face ridden and rubbed on. That ring flexed hard as she shoved her tongue inside, eating Lily out while she got that silky tail draped over her shoulder. The clench kept her trapped inside, her face mashed up against that ring, keeping her immersed in the inescapable scent and warmth. Lily dropped down lower, smooshing hard, weighing down on Di until something gave. Thankfully it wasn't the squirrel's body. Instead, Di just felt that ring stretching around her muzzle, her cheeks, her face, engulfing in musky heat all of a sudden. Things really got muffled once she felt that tight passage squeezing on her, but it didn't stop her from licking and pleasuring that heavyset horse. Even when Lily kept on pushing down.

There had to be a limit. How flexible could she be? It was already such a tight fit. But as Lily moved away from the mic, and let the last few notes play out, she was squatting right down over the squirrel like she was nothing more than a living dildo. The mess clinging to her fur and clothing made for some lube, allowing her to slip up the horse's backside, one clench at a time. She felt those cheeks smack her shoulders and jiggle on impact. That had to be it. She was already stretching Lily's hole out with the entirety of her head, feeling that horse bouncing up and down, squeezing on her. But a little more pushing, and she was feeling the elasticity on full display. Di's arms were left pinned by the pressure clamping down on them, working along her body, over her breasts, wiggling back and forth until Lily had almost sat right down. She dropped that ass down low, touching the floor with it while she got to the squirrel's waist, immersing her in her intestines, keeping her trapped and bulging out her broad belly all the more with each inward squeeze.

There was something so strange about the pressure. It wasn't just pulling taut around her form, it was pulling, dragging her inwards like the working muscles of a throat. She wiggled and pulled back once she realized how dire her situation had suddenly become, but there was nothing she could do to resist that strength. She was diving face-first into horse ass, getting swallowed up whole and trapped there in Lily's hot intestines. Everything was muffled, dark, and sweltering hot. She could barely gasp as she kicked a few times, weaving her paws and the tip of her fluffy tail through the air while they both disappeared into that broad ring, gaping for a moment but sealing up tight around its prey as the horse polished her off. Di could feel the flesh rushing past her, making her feel like she was travelling for miles, inching along, knead by knead, getting massaged by the walls as they seemed to stick and tug at her. That wasn't enough to stop her progress, working her way along through almost airless depths until she mercifully pushed through into an empty, damp chamber where she could breathe again, albeit shallowly.

Her mind was racing. She couldn't possibly have been where she thought she was. It was impossible. But as the walls closed in around her face, loudly churning, she knew she couldn't deny it. The horse had eaten her with that fine ass, and tucked her away in her stomach. She was a swollen bulge beneath Lily's top, right up on stage. Some very distant sound might have been the crowd, but she couldn't tell. Some more tugging and kneading fed the rest of her body into that warm, sloshing gut. It was already getting slimy, already oozing some juices that trickled down on her fur. She felt like she was falling for a moment as Lily took a bow, pulling her pants back up but not managing to buckle them, holding them around her ass while her great big paunch of a trapped squirrel rested on top of them. Everything outside was getting quieter as she clomped her way off the stage, moving through a door and into the backstage area. The thump of music and the roar of a thousand onlookers was gone, replaced instead by a constant, ominous gurgle like the rumbling of an oncoming storm.

It was a downpour once that gut really got going. Being a horse not meant for meat didn't bother Lily any. She flopped back in a chair, sweating and dripping, and idly started stroking her partly-softened cock while she started to digest the squirrel alive. It didn't hurt as much as Di feared, but it wasn't pleasant. The tingle was overwhelming as the juices rained down over her fur. Her clothing was burning away, falling from her body, ruined. That was a minor thing compared to her fur. It was falling out, already getting removed in clumps, and then the process reached her skin. That came accompanied by a sinister sizzling sound, one that made Di wince as she pounded out on those walls. Only then did she manage to do anything about it, finally realizing her only course of action was to fight before she was churned down to mush, into food for the plump horse. Now she knew where Lily got those curves.

A few squeezes and flops of her cock, and Lily just shrugged and let it plap against her belly. She turned to the side and put her hooves up, stretching out across a couch and snorting. A few pats to her gut was all the acknowledgement Di was going to get, along with some parting words.

"Hey, dinnae freak out in there. Ye put on a great show. Crowd loved it. Couldn't ask for better backup. Sorry about the, y'know. Digestion. Ye were too good not to have."

Di wanted to say something to properly express her indignance, but all she could do was pound on the walls a little longer. Her efforts were getting weaker, feeling fatigue paining her muscles, and she was having trouble thinking straight. Was it even happening, for real? It all felt like a dream. Lily laid her head back and sighed, rubbing her middle, helping to stir up some nasty activity, ensuring the squirrel was rapidly turning to slop with every messy churn. Di wanted to fight and kick and scream to the very last moment, but it was so tempting to just lie down, to give in, to pass out and let the heavy rumble of that gut send her to sleep. Lily was already resting, maybe even unconscious as she sprawled out. She wasn't going to listen to any pleas. Just a little rest, maybe. Just a moment with her eyes closed, Di told herself, and she'd recover to fight some more. That was her last thought before her head slumped down, going beneath the surface of the rising digestives, and not coming up again.

It took a few hours, but equine or not, Lily's body succeeded in fully digesting and absorbing as much of Diantha as she could. It wasn't perfectly efficient of course. There was still plenty of pressure beneath her tail by the time she woke up. She could already tell how much thicker, how much heavier she was just by sitting up and feeling the extra jiggle on her tits and belly. But she'd have to admire that later. It was a good thing she knew the backstage area so well, because her body was not at all waiting for her to search for a toilet. She made a quick path for it, leaving her pants behind in the previous room, and just bashed the door open with her shoulder, ready to chase anyone already in there out so she could have her turn. Thankfully, it was empty.

Plopping her prey-fattened ass down on the toilet, Lily made sure to hike her lovely tail up and over her shoulder, wearing it like a scarf for safekeeping as she pointed her slightly stretched hole at the water below. Diantha stretched her on the way out almost as much as on the way in, expanding that donut with the thick, tightly-packed log of horse shit that used to be her. There was plenty of fur, all dirty and clumped together, and some shreds of clothing. Lily hadn't managed to digest that outfit exactly, but she'd done a fine job of ruining it. There were bones too, though they weren't especially notable. Just little nubs, little fragments embedded in that huge, rounded clump of waste that splashed down into the bowl like a bomb, followed by several more that were softer than the first.

Lily smacked the handle to flush, though she knew it was a losing cause. She grunted and squeezed and waited for the water to fill back up before flushing again, letting the former squirrel swirl down into the pipes, all used up and gone, packed onto the horse's body and squeezed out the way she came. It was a very abrupt end to what had been an amusing partnership, but just thinking about how cute and eager the nervous squirrel had been made shitting her out all the more satisfying. It took at least half an hour to fully squeeze her out, leaving Lily's legs a little wobbly by the time she stood up. She pissed on the mess, gave it one last flush, and just gritted her teeth as she saw the water level rising. At least the club had a shower hidden somewhere, if she knew where to look. That was exactly what she needed after such an intense show. But there would always be another. Lily was just going to get that fat ass of hers all the rounder, the next time she spotted the perfect eager little helper in the crowd. They never could resist their fifteen minutes of fame, no matter how messily it always ended for them.