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A familiar cacophony of bodily noise surrounds Autumn where she lays in her fleshy hammock. The girl had been gifted a bottle of sweet smelling apple scented shampoo by a dear friend of hers, a gift that shortly backfired during their tour of a local farm. It's evidently an aroma horses can't resist.

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The dog's glazed-over eyes stare blankly into the pitch darkness surrounding her in the horse's stomach. She isn't sure how long it's been, but she'd be shocked if it weren't more than a day.

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Granted, time certainly isn't flying for the poor girl gurgling into equine gas. The feeling of her body melting and evaporating into hot air is constant. With how much of her feels like it's sloughing off, it's a wonder she isn't dead by now. But of course, any amount of your flesh peeling away in acid is going to feel like a lot. It's been made readily apparent that her gastric demise is going to be a very slow process.

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"Whew-ee, that staynks- hooo, what've you been eatin', Harley?" she can hear the farm hand outside as she goes about her business, fanning the air in front of her nose to clear the melted Autumn stench from the air.

Autumn gives only a light twitch; her limbs are too far gone to give much more, and her liquefying body has been rounded out some by the process. By now the only visible difference in the mare is a bit of extra sag in her belly.

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All the thoughts she's going to have have already gone through the helpless meal's mind. Her head may as well be full of nothing but hot air already. She may have had dreams and ambitions a lifetime ago when her existence was spent outside of a horse's digestive tract, but none of that matters now. Mare toots is her fate, and she's nothing to look forward to now but puttering out of the horse's round pucker.

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"Why doah smell apples?"