Curiosity Swallowed The Emily (full)

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.



An unexpected toss of the fleshy floor jolted Emily from her sleep. Nearly jumping out of her skin, Emily rubbed her eyes and, for a moment, wondered why her surroundings were so dark. She quickly remembered that she was still trapped in her friend's gut. The mare heard a yawn echo through the humid sac.

"Good, she's up," Emily thought, putting two and two together in her mind. Her body was pinned to the floor momentarily as she felt the filly rise up onto her hooves. Before she had time to stand back up, the sac began to bounce, throwing Emily up and down. She knew from the clopping of hooves that Keksandra was trotting somewhere. The creaking of a door penetrated her ears, followed by a call for her name.

"Emily, it's time for kekfast!" she heard the enthusiastic filly say, her voice a lot louder in Emily's ears. She held on to one of the wrinkles in the flesh as Keksandra continued to walk. "Emily?" the filly called out.

The space suddenly inclined and Emily lost her grip, sliding down the stomach and along the walls like a skateboarder in a rink. Keksandra had walked to the side of the bed and reared up on her hind legs to get a better view of it. To her surprise, there was no mare in the bed.

"Hey, where'd you go?" she asked the empty bed, unknowingly carrying the usual occupant in her stomach. Said occupant was stumbling around dizzily, unable to handle being the filly's passenger. Keksandra trotted out of the room and went into the kitchen. There was no Emily there, either. She searched all the other rooms with no luck. "Emily?" she called out once more.

The mare couldn't take it anymore. She was starting to feel sick from all the bouncing, sliding and constant movement. Getting to her hooves, Emily took a deep breath and readied her vocal cords.

"Keksandra!"

She yelled the filly's name as best she could without throwing up all over the place. Emily flopped down and listened for any response. A few tiny movements gave her the impression that Keksandra was trying to find the source of the noise.

"Emily? Is that you?" she heard. Emily raised her hoof and mouthed a "Yes." She'd gotten her attention! Before she could call out again, she was subject to much more violent bouncing as Keksandra galloped down the hallway. "Where are you?" Keksandra called out.

As soon as she felt the movements stopped, Emily got back to her hooves and called out again. "Keksandra, stop moving! Let me explain!" she yelled. Obeying the familiar and much quieter voice, Keksandra remained still.

"Okay, listen to me, this is going to sound weird," Emily explained, "but right now, I'm about an inch or two tall, and I'm in your stomach!"

Keksandra looked down at the floor. She prodded her furry midriff with one of her front hooves. "You're in my tummy?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," Emily continued. "Don't make any sharp movements, it's making me feel sick."

"What are you doing in my tummy, dumdum?" Keksandra asked.

Emily sighed. "I'm going to be honest with you, Keksandra," she said. "There's this whole thing called 'vore' which is pretty much being attracted to being eaten alive, and I kind of wanted to know what it was like, so I shrunk myself down and went to sit inside your mouth..."

Expecting a confused response, Emily braced herself. Instead, she heard a chorus of high-pitched laughter from Keksandra. The vibrations in her diaphragm created little jiggles in the stomach, which to some degree resembled a minor earthquake. "That's so funny! You went into my mouth! And now you're in my tummy, Emily! You're such a silly-willy pony!" she laughed, amused by the situation.

"I didn't want to go into your stomach, I just wanted to stay in your mouth for a moment and then get back out," Emily explained. "I was going to, but then you accidentally swallowed me. So, that's why I'm in here."

Keksandra held in a giggle. "What does it look like inside my tummy?" she asked.

"What?" Emily asked.

"My tummy! What does it look like?"

Emily thought for a moment before finding a good description. "Like your fingers when you've been in the bath for a while," Emily said, "but it's redder and slimier. And darker, too."

Keksandra laughed. "That sounds really cool!" she responded. "Maybe I can go in your tummy and have fun, too!"

"Yeah, I don't think so," Emily stoically replied. "Anyway, can you help get me out? I'm starving as fuck and there's no way I'm taking the long way out of here."

"I can feed you, dumdum!" the filly laughed. "Would you like some kekfast?"

The thought of chewed-up Topkek soaked in saliva made Emily cover her mouth, stifling a cough. "N-no, I'd rather not at this point," she choked out. "Climb into my bed and cough me up first."

"Ew, that sounds gross," the filly said.

"I can wash the sheets later, just go to my bedroom and get it over with."

Emily quickly held on to a wrinkle in the stomach walls as Keksandra trotted down the hallway, turning into Emily's room. The mare clung on as hard as she could as the filly climbed up onto the bed, hoping that she didn't have to endure another slip and slide in the fleshy sac. Keksandra successfully pulled herself up and leaned forward.

The mare heard the first few coughs coming from the filly. Gentle coughs, then a few loud coughs and some hacking, followed by a slurp. Emily wondered if Keksandra, despite her saying it was fine if the sheets got messy, was trying not to mess them up regardless.

"It's okay if you get spit on the sheets," Emily called out.

Whether or not she heard her, Keksandra continued to cough. Emily felt the stomach walls flex and contort around her. In front of her, she saw the ring muscle widening slightly. Taking her chances, Emily galloped up the fleshy sac and jumped into the opening. Her body lodged halfway inside. Naturally, the filly's body began to deal with the obstruction and forced the throat muscles to latch onto Emily, pulling her in.

The filly continued to retch as she felt a lump in her throat. Continuing to cough and spit up excess saliva, she pressed a hoof on her throat and felt the lump slowly making its way up. A powerful retch forced Emily up to the back of her throat.

Feeling her, Keksandra leaned down and allowed Emily to glide down her tongue effortlessly. Covered in all manner of sticky, slimy fluids, the mare landed comfortably in a pool of saliva on the bedsheets. Keksandra coughed a few more times and looked down in front of her. She giggled at the sight of her friend, now a lot smaller than her.

"Hi, teeny weeny Emily!" she greeted.

"Move off the bed for a second," Emily told her. Keksandra bounded off of the bed and landed on the floor, before turning around to rear up and watch the mare. Emily concentrated on her horn and felt the magic envelope her body. Slowly, the size-changing spell began to revert her back to her normal size. As she grew, so did the spit that she was coated in.

Cancelling the magic, Emily looked at herself and was relieved to find that she, once again, was at a normal size and not in another pony's body. She got down from the bed and sighed. "Never trying that again," she said. "I'm going to take a long shower."

Keksandra reared up and hugged Emily around the neck. "And then we can have kekfast!" she replied, her radiant smile making the grown mare warm up. Emily drew her in with her hoof and hugged her back. Remembering what she was covered in, Emily quickly broke the hug, but it was too late. The filly was covered in her own spit.

"Oh, yucky," Keksandra said.

Emily chuckled. "Well, I guess it's a double bathtime now," she said. "I'll let you brush my tail while I scrub your mane, how about that?"

Keksandra nodded and trotted out of the bedroom, Emily following behind her. She looked back at the mess in the room. Spit on her bedsheets, spit on the carpet, and a trail of spit wherever she walked. "It can wait," she thought. "Maybe after kekfast, too."