[big/mouth play]Chewing Gum

>Piddling about, minding your own business
>Average day, average fuck all
>Walking home after dong x chore
>Big, wide open, grassy plane
>Wind on your face feels nice
>Take a bit of a deep breath to take in the moment.
>But when you took your deep breath, the wind stopped
>Or at least got a lot less windy
>And the sun's been blotted out
>You squint up at whatever was blocking it
>And what do you know, its your room mate here to ruin this nice moment for you.
>As if she couldn't wait for you to actually get home and tuck yourself under her hoof for her.
>You sigh, but keep walking, knowing it really doesn't move her any farther away from you.
"Hey."
>You try to sound as unenthusiastic as possible. Maybe she'll just let you go on about your business today.
>"Hey Anonpone, aren't you feeling cold in this wind?"
"Nah, not really."
>You get past her first massive hoof, slowly making your way across the gap between her legs.
>"Oh, you must be freezing in this! Here, let me get you nice and warm."
>You quicken your pace a bit, even if you knew it was in vein.
"Please don't?" was all you could get out before she started leaning down.
>You try not to look up at her as she does so
>Try not to glance up too many times at her looming muzzle, coming down now to within a few feet.
>Her breath is hot on your back and humid enough to make it a little hard to breathe.
>You snort loudly to try and give her a hint.
>It doesn't work, of course.
>The warm, humid air suddenly became more intense, hot, billowing air rolling over you in thick waves of long, throaty breaths, enveloping you in the warm, humid air.
>You feel yourself quiver a bit as you kept on your course. It was more being stubborn than anything.
"Go away..."
>There was a light giggle from the mouth right above you.
>Could almost swear you felt her lips on you already.
>"Come now, silly, you'll regret refusing me."
"I said no."
>In spite of you, the air became even warmer around you, as the heavy breathing came back.
>You finally glance back up, unable to keep yourself from getting the heeby geebies
>You didn't see much though
>Beyond the dark, shadowy cavern of her maw beyond her lips
>Massive lips that just hovered over you, close enough that you almost hit her upper lip with your muzzle by turning your head
>You didn't even realize you had stopped moving until you felt her thick, slimy tongue prod at your hind legs, prompting you to stiffen up a bit.
>You start moving forward again.
>At least, you tried to, but found yourself blocked by the broad wall of a hoof.
>You felt your heart sink as that wall pushed back against your chest and face, forcing you backwards between those lips
>Your rump slide along the slimy tongue, which now extended out and slid up your front, cupping you a bit and getting a grip on you.
>Your efforts to get off the gross tongue were worthless, between the slick surfaces giving you no purchase, and the very few escape routs left.
>Still, you continued to struggle, even as you were lifted up by the thick muscle underneath you, which slowly drew you back even further
>All at once, the giantess lifts her head up high, g-forces making you feel a bit ill before reaching her full height.
>And there, framed by her teeth and maw, was the landscape, stretching for miles.
>It was almost as if you were being a bird, taunted by the wide open air, but kept behind bars.
>You hug your limbs around the thick tongue tightly, trying not to think about how disorienting this height was.
"D-D-Don't you dare swallow me d-down."
>You only got a deep, sultry chuckle in response.
>And as her jaws came together, and her lips closed together, you gulped nervously, redoubling your grip around her tongue.
>There, in the darkness of her maw, you couldn't make anything out. Not where you were, not if her teeth were open, ready to crunch down on tiny skulls, or closed up to keep him trapped in an extremely tight cage.
>Your tiny, vulnerable body was pressed firmly against the roof of your tiny cage, squeezed between a hard, bony ceiling and a plush, slimy floor, nearly enveloping you in hot flesh.
>And, shortly after relaxing and letting you have room to breathe again, the tongue did it again, squashing you up against the hard ceiling, repeating a few more times, squeezing the air out of your lungs every time, slowly wearing you down.
>You spat, annoyed and fatigued.
>She hasn't even started yet, and you've already worn yourself out.
>You could feel yourself lifted up and shunted over, rolling down along that tongue and landing on your back right on the sharp bony teeth of her broad molars.
>God that hurt
>And considering that you could now feel a few pointed tips of bone brush against your soft belly and your muzzle, you could tell she wasn't interested in letting you go unscratched.
>You press your hooves into the hard molars hovering above your body and desperately pushed them back.
>In spite of you, they seem to squeeze down a bit harder now, over powering your muscles slowly and sinking down.
>You turn your head so your muzzle wouldn't get caught squashed by the teeth.
"H-Hey! Wh-What are you doin?"
>You make another push against the jaws.
"St-Stop!"
>Despite your efforts, the gigantic mare had no difficulty in keeping her molars pressed up on either side of your body, now keeping you trapped on both sides by those huge teeth, which gently gnawed against you and started to grind back and forth, rubbing along your body in long, grating motions.
>You cry out in fear, but knowing there wasn't much you could do, you simply shut your eyes and tightened your muscles as much as you could, bracing yourself against those gently grinding teeth.
>Every so often, she would prod and poke you with her tongue, perhaps even give you whiplash pulling you back onto it, rolling you around on the thick muscle, before laying you back down on a row of teeth, and gently squeezing down.

>It's been hours now.
>At least it feels like it, after being used as chewing gum for who knows how long.
>Right now, you were just kept in the giant girl's cheek pocket, utterly enveloped by the wall of that cheek, but allowed enough room to relax, not pressed up tight against the wall of teeth just in front of you.
>Fatigued by heat and utterly exhausted, you simply lay there and let what happens happen.
>Which is why, when you finally did see the light of day again, you felt utterly surprised and had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.
>Pulled back up onto that tongue one last time, your exhausted body rolled around limp like putty as she sat you down in the middle crevice of the fleshy carpet, and allowed to slide down the length of it, coming to a rest at the bottom and at your door.
>Now, a crumpled mess of a pony just outside your home, you grumbled, too tired to lift yourself up.
"Oh, gee, thanks."
>You sat there for a little while longer as the saliva oozed off your body and into a sloppy puddle.
>The giant pony gave a little chuckle again and turned around, ground thundering with each step.
>"Glad to help a dear friend out!"
>You pick yourself up and stand yourself on your shaky legs so you could fumble with your keys to get yourself in.
>You don't really pay any credence to the giant now stomping off to do whatever giant ponies do, leaving you for dead.
>You remind yourself that it's a good thing you're alive, and you should take your chances finding ANYWHERE else to live than with a psychopath.
>You'd think about it.
>After a long bath
>And some private time to...think.