Curiosity Swallowed The Emily

Emily closed her eyes and focused on her horn, allowing her magic to take over. A few sputters of sparkles popped on the tip of the horn, closely followed by a shimmery purple glow covering the horn. She concentrated the energy onto her body and recalled the size changing spell that Twilight had taught her. A gentle, tingling feeling covered her body as she suddenly felt the fibers of the carpet under her hooves grow.

She cancelled the magic and opened her eyes. It became apparent that the magic had worked properly. Everything around Emily was now at least forty times bigger than usual from her perspective. A quick glance around her body confirmed that she hadn't made any errors in the spell.

The mare trotted forward towards her main target: The young filly in the room, the filly she considered to be her best friend, her name was Keksandra. Emily was happy to take her to Equestria because of Keksandra's wish to stay with her friend.

The purple filly was sleeping soundly on the carpet among a mess of crayons and paper. She and Emily had spent the day together. They had gone to Sugarcube Corner and had some delicious milkshakes, then they had gone to Applejack's farm so that Emily could help with the harvest while Keksandra played with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

Finally, they had gone to the Rarity's boutique to get Keksandra measured up, so that Rarity could design her the clothes she wore as a human. Keksandra had remarked that she didn't feel comfortable without her trademark outfit, despite the large number of ponies not wearing clothes constantly. With the day done, she'd chosen to draw pictures of her favorite memes until she fell asleep.

Emily weaved around the colorful variety of crayons and carefully stepped across the pieces of paper, so that she didn't startle Keksandra. She stopped next to one of her purple hooves, which Keksandra's chin rested on.

The mare sat on her haunches and watched the filly's muzzle, patiently waiting for any movement. After a minute, the filly let out a quiet, high-pitched snore, opening her mouth slowly. Emily got up and slowly moved forward as Keksandra exhaled gently and kept her mouth open.

"Perfect," Emily thought. "Enough time to get in and get out."

Emily stepped forward and ever-so-gently placed her left hoof on Keksandra's closest, giant hoof. Noting the filly's lack of reaction, Emily applied some more pressure and tried to shake the gargantuan surface. A satisfied sigh passed through Emily's lips, knowing now that any chance of waking Keksandra by accident was minimal.

She threw her other front hoof up and jumped off of her back hooves, clinging to Keksandra's fur. Emily stood up and looked forward. The filly's lower jaw still hung low, revealing her deep red maw to her.

She proceeded on hoof and navigated the gap between Keksandra's front hooves, until she stood less than an inch from the filly's lips. Emily ducked her head and glanced inside the large cavern, taking in all the details. The pink tongue glistened in the light which shone inside, reflecting off of the pools of saliva. Emily looked over at her teeth, smiling at how clean Keksandra kept them.

The back of the filly's mouth was a dark shade of red, leading to the ominous passage that was her throat. Emily held onto her fedora as Keksandra exhaled again, blowing warm air over her body. The mare could just smell the sweet odor of Topkek on her breath.

As the gust abated, Emily inched towards the tongue and pressed her hoof into the spongy, pink carpet. She felt it sink deep into the muscle, thick saliva pooling around her hoof. Ensuring that her grip was sufficient, Emily moved her other front hoof onto the tongue and pulled her body forward.

In one swift movement, Emily launched her body off of Keksandra's hoof and landed with a splat on the slimy tongue. Instantly, she threw her front hooves around the muscle and hugged it tightly. She waited for any movement from the filly in case she felt her, but there was none.

"Thanks for the curiosity, vore general," Emily sighed and rested on the tongue, finally knowing what it was like. She was surprised at how comfortable it felt. Keksandra's tongue felt like a waterbed, albeit with the 'water' on the outside of the 'bed'. The humid, warm environment inside reminded her of a summer's day, complete with occasional breaths which substituted a breeze. Emily scooched a little bit closer to the back of Keksandra's throat and snuggled deeper into the tongue, smiling contentedly.

Her satisfied attitude was rudely interrupted when she felt the tongue lurch around. Instinctively squeezing onto it tightly, Emily felt her stomach gain a few hundred pounds. She'd moved too far into Keksandra's mouth and somehow triggered her gag reflex. The light inside suddenly disappeared, as if the power had gone out.

Realizing that she was in danger, Emily sprang up onto her hooves and turned herself around. She tried to gallop towards the exit, but the lurching tongue inclined sharply, causing her to slip on the saliva. Landing on her stomach, Emily flailed her hooves around, trying to grab anything she could. She slowly slid down the tongue, towards the dark, humid throat.

"Wake up! Don't swal-" Emily yelled out, hoping that the filly would hear her. Before she could finish, Emily reached the end of her tongue and fell into Keksandra's throat. She landed in the tight, wet passage, unable to fit inside. The muscles in the filly's throat straightened out, widening the esophagus just enough for Emily to squeeze through.

"Shit, shit, shit," the mare thought. She could hear a gulping sound emanate around her, in time with the muscles in the throat pulling her down. She was surrounded by tight, slick flesh and partially soaked in saliva. The pressure on Emily's flank and hind hooves squeezed her down the esophagus as if she were stuck in a toothpaste tube.

Her muzzle pressed into a ring-shaped muscle, halting her journey temporarily, before the muscle widened to accompany her body. Emily felt her body being pushed through by the rhythmic pressure behind her, until she tumbled forward and rolled down the wrinkled, slimy flesh inside the sac that was the stomach. Emily came to a stop as she incline leveled out, resting on her side.

The mare weakly pushed herself onto her hooves, using them to wipe some of the spit off of her face. Despite the lack of a light source, the open cavern was dimly lit. Emily scaled up the flesh and tried to push herself back into Keksandra's throat, but the ring muscle was sealed shut.

Emily sighed and let herself slip down the wrinkly fresh. Her ears perked up, picking up the sounds of Keksandra's heartbeat and her gentle snoring sounds.

"She didn't even wake up," she thought. Emily pondered other ways of escaping the filly's stomach, but her magic would be useless. She didn't know how to perform a teleportation spell, and reverting herself to normal size was out of the question.

Emily groaned as it dawned on her that the only way out was the natural way. She laid down on her stomach and rested her chin on her hooves, hoping to get some rest before Keksandra woke up.