DatPlot Story 1: Diamond Tiara & Silver Spoon

DIAMOND TIARA AND SILVER SPOON
(micro, filly, vore, crush, ass crush, digestion)

>Just another day fillysitting the bratty little CMC's, hanging out at the park.
>Today they're whining incessantly for you to try a new game.
>If I hear one more word...
>Sweetie Belle uses puppy dog eyes (super effective, etc)
>Goddammit, alright.
>"Okay anon, so Sweetie Belle is gonna use this spell she just learned to make us all eensie-weensie, and one of us is gonna stomp around like a big mean monster and we have to hide from her!"
>I really don't see this turning out...
>Too late, now all of an inch tall.
>So who's gonna be the monster, Sweetie?
>"Uh oh."
>You're the only one that shrank.
>Glare a hole through Sweetie's adorable face.
>You BETTER take me to Twilight, girls.
>Without warning, Sweetie sweeps you up with a nip of her mouth and drops you onto Apple Bloom's bare flank. What looks like the endless journey to Twilight's library would have been a 2 minute walk at normal size.
>Apple Bloom chimes up.
>"Look anon! There's a couple fillies marchin' right up ta us!"
>This is either salvation, or the end.
>One of them happens to be wearing a delicate little crown.
Diamond Tiara. And Silver Spoon.
>Well, even though she despises these girls, she can't have anything against me. Better yet, maybe she'll leave us alone.
>Yeah right.
>"Hey blank flank crusaders! Who let you out of the house?"
>Sweetie Belle, not in the mood to argue, ignores her.
>"Where's your filly sit- Is that HIM?"
>"He's sooooooo tiny!"
>"And he's also mine now."
>Again out of nowhere, you find yourself grabbed up in Diamond Tiara's mouth, this time without the care that Sweetie had. Her teeth bite painfully into your back.
>"Give him back, Diamond Tiara!"
>"I reeeeallly don't think you need him that bad. I promise I won't break him...until later."
>You begin to pitifully struggle against the all-encompassing smile of Tiara's mouth, forming itself into a victorious grin as Silver Spoon pushes Sweetie Belle away from you.
>"Come on, anon. The game I wanna play is way more fun than these lame ponies."
>Twilight's gonna hear about this, you two. What're you gonna tell her?
>Silver spoon, smiling innocently, says "We just don't know what happened to anon, Ms. Twilight. The last we heard, he was with those Cutie Mark Crusader losers."
>The two laugh as they reach Tiara's ridiculously expensive mansion.
>The most they can do is just humiliate you a little and let you go to Twilight, right?
>Right?
>"Alright anon. Here's the rules. You run. If one of us catches you, the other tells her what she gets to do with you. Got it?"
>No, but you get dropped from the comparitively high distance of Tiara's mouth to the hardwood floor.
>Before you even get back up, a silver hoof that quickly grows in size to the mass of a skyscraper descends onto the lower half of your body, squeezing whatever air you had in your lungs.
>"Awwww, that wasn't even fun. You suck at this game, anon. Hey Tiara, what do I get to do to him?"
>Tiara thinks to herself, giggling quietly when something appropriate comes to mind.
>"You should like...SIT ON HIM!"
>Silver Spoon's eyes lighting up under those expensive glasses are all you need to know that she quite likes the idea.
>Without another word, her hoof is removed, only to be replaced by her not-so-little filly rear.
>Your cry is cut short before the massive, yet undeniably soft posterior of the cruel pony drops as if she had done nothing but sit in a chair.
>If it weren't for the near-bonebreaking agony of having hundreds of tons of her nice little filly butt on top of you, it would be a bit enjoyable. You did score a position right in between her enormous cheeks.
>Before you come reflect more about your situation, the pressure lifts, and you breathe in desperately.
>To your horror, though, you appear to be moving with her quickly rising posterior.
>"Ewwwwww! He's stuck to your butt!"
>As if your position weren't humiliating enough, Tiara points and laughs while Silver Spoon tries to manuever herself so she can see your miniscule body on her round flank.
>"Well we can't play if he's stuck there forever! I'll get him off."
>Diamond Tiara once again grabs you in her smirking mouth and comically peels you from her friend's rump.
>Dropped once more to the hard ground, this time you take no time darting off in the direction of some furniture to hide under.
>A finely crafted sofa is only a few hundred feet ahead of you. (a few inches if you weren't the size of a gem on Diamond's tiara)
>You got this.
>Casting a terrified glance behind you and imagining the inevitable hoof coming to grab and subject you to more horrors, you actually make it.
>"Wow! Anon actually got away for once, Diamond!"
>You hear Diamond Tiara whine annoyedly under her breath.
>"No he didn't! Silver Spoon, move the couch!"
>After a few shuffled hoofsteps, your world suddenly shifts to the side, casting artificial light over you.
>This time, it's a pink, finely manicured hoof that squeezes most of the life out of you with a simple step.
>Angrily, you cry out of choking lungs.
>"You cheated!"
>The most wicked but sensuous of smiles slowly emerges from Tiara's mouth.
>"My daddy said I never have to play by the rules. Silver Spoon, what does anon get this time?"
>"Ummmmm, you should like, make him climb you like you're a mountain! And if he doesn't do it fast enough you PUNISH him!"
>Creative girl...
>"You heard her, anon. Start climbing my perfection!"
>You can barely breathe, much less climb a hundreds of feet tall filly.
>The alternative (whatever it may be), after spending some quality time under Silver Spoon's flank, seems worse.
>Despite your protesting muscles, climbing the wall of the soft, pink leg isn't as difficult as you imagined.
>"Tick tock anon! You're running out of time! And you don't wanna know what I'm gonna do to you if you don't get to the top in time!"
>Desperately, you renew your efforts.
>Silver Spoon makes the sound of a buzzer going off.
>"Looks like you lose, anon! I didn't think you'd make it. There's just too much of this beautiful filly for you to get over..."
>Still clinging about three quarters of the way up her rear leg, you try to remember if you've updated your will recently.
>"So what're you gonna do to anon, Diamond? Huh? Huh?"
>Silver Spoon seems to be getting pretty excited for what you thought was just a simple, albeit painful game.
>"Be quiet and I'll tell you."
>"I'm gonna eat him!"
>Oh God.
>"What? Diamond, you can't eat him! That's like....permanent. He'll go where all food goes!"
>At this thought Silver Spoon wrinkles her nose in disgust, her glasses shifting over her bright eyes.
>"Yeah, so? No one will ever find out. It's not like...you'll tell anyone, right?"
>Time to get out of here.
>Heedless of the height, you drop from Diamond's leg and run like your life (which it did) depended on it.
>"Of course not, Diamond. I wouldn't tattle on yo- Hey! Anon's getting away!"
>You increase your speed to as fast as your painfully howling muscles can carry you.
>(as if it mattered when you were dealing with fillies that could eat more in one meal than you could in the rest of your tiny existence at your size)
>Playfully, Silver Spoon canters over to the door, standing right in front of your beeline to freedom.
>You turn around only to see an equally massive pair of hooves standing behind you.
>Silver Spoon's carefree smile darkens a little.
>"Are you sure you wanna do this, Diamond? He's gonna be all gone and used up in your tummy if you eat him."
>"I know that, stupid! There's never been something I wanted that I haven't had, and I want anon."
>Silver Spoon grabs you by a leg, pain from the (to her) gentle bite crushing you and flipping you upside down.
>She lifts you up to a position directly above Diamond Tiara's head, giving you a view of the gorgeous young face and priceless crown that gave her her namesake.
>Diamond slowly licks her lips, putting a glistening shine to her lips, and opens her cavernous mouth.
>"Well here you go, Diamond. Bye anon!", Silver Spoon says matter-of-factly, as if she were going to see you tomorrow.
>Gravity lurches as the painful hold on your leg is released and you tumble into filly-sponsored oblivion.
>A almost heavenly view of her hungry blue eyes flashes into your vision, almost enrapturing you until Silver Spoon's comment about "where food goes" came back into your mind.
>Determined by this thought to struggle until the very end, you land wetly onto her outreached tongue.
>As if you were no more than a mint or a piece of candy, she pulls her tongue back into her mouth and tosses you violently between her teeth.
>Another lick of her lips cast you into one of her molars and the mortal fear of one of the gargantuan white monoliths smearing you into a formless stain to be swallowed at Diamond's next convenience permeated your entire being.
>Struggling aimlessly, you throw yourself off of the deadly precipice onto her tongue, only to be easily thrown to the side by the wall of pink.
>"He's actually trying to get out!"
>You only hear Silver Spoon giggling, but mercilessly feel the innocent laughter fling you around her mouth like a piece of unchewed food.
>Manhandled once again by the giant tongue onto the center of her palate, Diamond speaks once again.
>"Bye bye, anon! See you later...or NOT!"
>If the abuse of her tongue was painful, the pressure you feel after she easily swallows is unbearable.
>Unable to struggle anymore, you are pulled effortlessly into her throat.
>You fight to maintain consciousness as she sucks you slowly but steadily down to the acidic wasteland of her stomach.
>"That felt AMAZING!"
>Silver Spoon smiles weakly, more than a little jealous that her friend got the privelege to end you.
>Meanwhile, you arrive in her stomach to encounter the remnants of her last (no doubt expertly cooked and prepared) last meal.
>Holding onto bits of undigested food only serves to prolong your time in the cavernous stomach of the cute young filly.
>A shift in pressure and a noise that would have been adorable had you been at normal size emanates through her belly as she emits a tiny burp.
>As you slowly commit yourself to becoming food for the growing filly, perverse thoughts run through your delerious mind.
>Will I end up as energy that Diamond uses to make fun of the Cutie Mark Crusaders? Will I just end up as fat on her flank?
>These bizarre thoughts accompany you until Diamond's powerful digestion uses you and abandons the rest for "later".