Sweetie Belle Rarity -Vore -Micro

> sweetie belle is staying with rarity
> *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
> rarity opens the door, only to find a bouque of blueish spotted flowers
> "oh my, how beatiful. Well I can't just leave them out here" she says while she sccops them up and carries them in
> she gets a pot for the flowers in the kitchen, fillling them up with the sink and putting the flowers in
> " Much better" she says happily, noticing a tingling sensation in her hooves.
> "wha?" her hooves are covered in blue spots
> she leans over a nearby bench to get a better look
> suddenly bam, she shrinks stupidly quickly and lands on the bench, knocking the vase off the bench and sending it crashing down
> Sweetie belle runs down stairs after heaing the noise
> "rarity are you ok?"
> Rarity is to busy looking at her hooves to notice or pay attention
> Sweeitebelle can see her legs leaning over the bench from below
> "Ooo! free marshmellows!"
> Sweetie belle bounces up and nabs Rarity with her mouth, sucking her in
> "WAHHH?" screams rarity as sweetiebelle rolls her around in her slippery moist mouth, covering her in saliva and flipping her around with her small toungue while she squirms trying to grab something
> Sweetie Belle savours the strange taste and squishiness while enjoying unbeknownst to her who is Rarity
> Suddenly everything stops, and rarity finds herself lying in a pile of spit on Sweetie Belles tongue
> "HELP" Yells rarity, but it's too late. Sweetie rolls her tongue back, sending rarity free-falling into her throat
> As she falls, she grabs onto sweeties hanging tonsils
> Sweetie belle, confused, tries to scrape her off with her tongue
> rarity loses her footing from getting hit by the tongue and falls in screaming
> she slides straight down, and slides into her stomach with a plop
> sweetiebelle, pleased with herself trots over and lays on a nearby beanbag to relax
> Rarity hits at the walls, trying to get her attention
> sweetiebelle just lies back and enjoys the sensation of her bumping
> Sweetiebelles digestive juices start gathering, covering rarity while she frantically tries to get sweetiebelles attention
> Sweetiebelles stomach starts closing in, rarity now up to her waists and unable to stand up as Sweetiebelles stamoch gently moves, groaning and glorping as rarity frantically tries to stay above the rising liquid
> Sweetiebelle loves the feel, unknown to what is happening, takes a nap while rubbing her tummy happily and enjoying this strange, comfortable feeling
> Two hours pass, and Sweetiebelle is searching for rarity but cannot find her, as she gives up hope while trotting to the bathroom.