Enough playing around with this zebra, you want out. You force your hand to the sides experimentally, eliciting a small moan from your attempted predator, before beginning to pull again, trying to force yourself out. No matter how hard you tug or adjust though, your hand doesn't budge, in fact you seem to be making backwards progress, your hand sliding in further as you try to pull back.
After a few minutes of toying with you, the zebra sighs. "And I thought we'd have so much fun too, well, I suppose we should end this." She grunts and you suddenly feel a sharp tug, which pulls you up to your shoulder back in. You end up slamming face first against one of her soft ass cheeks from the force of the sudden pull, and feel yourself blush in spite of your situation.
Before you can respond, the zebra's anus suddenly opens wide as she pushes back, and you find yourself once again engulfed up to your chest in her rear end. "See if you'd cooperated, this would be soooo much better for both of us..." Your flail against the slimy walls of her bowels, but all you seem to manage to do is hasten your trip. The zebra mare stretches a bit as your legs slide into her hole, and as your feet slip in, you feel your shoes pop off, landing on the ground outside. You can hear her stomach growling ominously nearby, but for the moment, the zebra's innards seem to just by holding you still in the fleshy tube of her intestines. If someone looked closely, they'd see a large bulge in the zebra's lower stomach area.
Just as you're starting to get used to your surroundings, you feel a sudden forceful push, and your body is unceremoniously dumped into the zebra's almost plush-soft, but easily more dangerous stomach. The zebra sighs contently as the bulge you form settles, your form practically visible as you uselessly struggle to find a way out of her stomach. "Sorry, but you're stuck in there for now," she says with a coo, "I'll let you back out the way you came, but I don't think you're going to be in any state to appreciate it." Her statement is punctuated by a loud groan around you, which echoes into her intestines as a loud fart.
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Several hours later, the zebra mare is sporting a slightly curvier rear end, the bulge in her stomach from her meal is now just a manageable pudge. She coos a bit as she feels a familiar pressure in her bowels. "Oooh, time for the keeper to come out!" She trots to a corner of her habitation, in view of the crowds starting to gather into the zoo, but easily missed by anyone not looking close enough, and raises her tail. After a loud burst of rancid smelling gas, a large stinking log starts to push out. While your clothing made a decent trip, some of it even visible on the edges, the rest of you is completely unrecognizable, and the entire mass quickly collapses as it leaves her end, looking for all the world like just a large equine dump. The zebra shakes her freshly padded backside to be sure she let all of your remains out before beginning to trot off. "Thanks for the meal, it was... enjoyable."
With that, your adventure in the zoo comes to an end, your new purpose in existing is just to be some curves on a zebra's flanks.
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