Description:
As I tend to do, what was originally one render turned into a short series of renders.
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The beast leisurely tipped its head back, knowing its prey was too weak to resist, it took time to savor her succulent flesh.
Twilight's mind raced to find a solution, she had gotten out of worse situations before, after all. But without her magic, she was at a severe disadvantage only compounded by her failing muscles. Whatever was suppressing her magic was also sapping her strength, she could feel it. She tried to flap her wings but they felt like cinderblocks, too slow and sluggish to produce meaningful lift. She pushed against the looming jaws with all her might but her arms simply refused to exert any force. Her breathing became more frantic as more and more of her naked form slipped past the base of the tongue and into the beast's hot, humid esophagus.
