Tiny Anon 1: Pinkie's Inside Story

You awaken slowly, a gentle warmth radiating from where you lay. You feel beneath you a softness in which you have slightly sunk, and, all around you, a fuzzy field of pink-colored fur, as tall as tall grass. If you were to stand, it would surely come up to your upper thighs, and as it engulfs you, it feels like the softest blanket you have ever worn. Up North, you hear a soft thrumming sound, a constant beat inside the ground, while even farther north, you believe you can hear an occasional, monumental snore. Pale moonlight illuminates your surroundings, likely from some nearby window, only adding to the comfort you feel...

You stand, shakily walking in the opposite direction of all other sounds, feeling the fur about you occasionally rustle. Looking around, you do indeed see that, in the distance, the moonlight is pouring in from an enormous window in this similarly titanic room. North, meanwhile, is relatively obscured, though there does look to be a monumental mound of fuzz some distance away. It remains fairly quiet during your trek, aside from the sound of crickets and air flowing, as you continue your walk... unfortunately not paying too much attention to your footing! You trip, falling down into a pothole-like dip in the dead center of this pony's belly. Her navel, most likely, and as you move about, the area around you shakes with powerful giggles.

You think for just a moment, grinning to yourself at your master plan. You stand as tall as you can in her belly button, and begin jumping. You repeatedly hop up and down, occasionally losing your footing and falling into her soft, pillowy tum, but otherwise, maintaining a constant rhythm. The ground beneath you shakes, and the sounds of giggling evolve into the sounds of laughter, interrupted by a snort or two here and there. You can no longer consistantly jump, as the result of this earthquake, as you fall flat, back into her fur... but your plan worked.

"Now what to we have here?" A loud voice asks, as you see an enormous hoof land near you, feeling around...

You begin to make a mad dash, trying to keep you footing amidst the shaking. "HEY!" The voice shouts, as a shadow is cast over your form. You are deadset, however, trying hard to ignore the looming head far behind, as you see where the pink field seems to end ahead--
"GOTCHA!" The voice triumphantly shouts, as you are slammed down, and pressed into the squishy area of her lower abdomen. It is not painful, but as her hoof holds you pinned, try as you might, you cannot move. Seems you getting her attention first has worked against you.

 "Well now, what have we here?" she asks again, curling over so that her enormous eyes are staring down at you.

What is an Anon to do when trapped beneath the enormous hoof of a pony? Simple. Prostrate yourself before her.

You lay your exposed face down directly onto her belly beneath you, doing your best to bow, and speaking rites of reverence to her. As you continue this worshipful behavior, her eyes above you widen, and a smile grows on her face. With a second hoof coming up behing you, she gently scoops you up, pinning you between her hooves, and holds you, still chanting, before her face. Hearing all of your admiration, her face somehow deepens in hue somewhat, as her expression softens. "Aww, you really mean all that little guy?" she asks, pulling you closer to her snout.

Seems you have her utmost attention! What will you do?

Thinking fast, you say what first comes to your head: "I love you Giant Pink Pony. You shine down upon my figure. Do what you want with me, for I deserve little autonomy."

She blushes deeply, and, in a moment of joy, hugs you against her cheek, and gently rubs you along the soft, pink fur of her face.

"I dunno about all that, but, you know, you are just the cutest thing!" she says, her voice rather loud, even in her quiet register, but no longer defening. She thinks for a moment, looking at the moonlight outside. "Well... it is still pretty late. I gotta tell EVERYONE about you tomorrow morning, but for now..."
Pinkie looks you over, before hatching an idea. "Aha!" Here...

She slowly lays back down, and holds you down against her chest, nestling you tenderly into the fuzzy tuft found there. It isn't quite as bouncy or easy-to-sink-into as her belly, but it is nonetheless as soft as a mattress, and, beneath her chest fur, it is cozy. "Listen closely, while we get some more rest..." she says, sighing, as you feel the region rising and falling around you, rocking you about. Beneath your tiny form, you can hear her massive heartbeat, thrumming loudly, yet, comfortingly, and putting your mind at ease...

"where are we going?" you ask tiredly, submitting yourself to rest.

She giggles, feeling you get comfortable, and hearing your mumbled question. "We're going to sleep, silly..." she says, her slow, steady breaths, gently rocking you, as her heartbeat below and bodily warmth wrap you in a cozy group of feelings, and assuring you that you're safe with her...

Her eyes flutter closed, with a wide yawn above your head, exposing her deep, cavernous maw for a brief moment, before she lay her head down on the pillow, and her heart begins to slow to a calmer pace...
It is not long before the blanket-like fur around you, the gentle moonlight, and the tender embrace all lull you to sleep, with your new friend...

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You wake up not long later, likely only a few hours, as you had been hatching a plan. The Titanic Pink Pony remains in her slumber, occasionally snoring, her heart still thrumming beneath you...

As cozy as you are, you shuffle your way out from under her now-loosened grasp, and, much like a jungle explorer, try to push aside the extra-tall floof in which you are held. The soft ground gives beneath you, but allows for even footing, as you approach the very top of her chest, and see before you, her massive face.

Now, your plan is to walk up to her mouth, in an attempt to wake her. So, you carefully traverse the arm she has extended on the side of her body, and walk before her mouth. You can feel the hot air rush out from her lips, noting that, in comparison to your body, her mouth could easily be seen as a large cave. You begin scaling her muzzle in your effort, but, a mistake! As she snores loudly once again, you lose your footing, grasping expertly onto her upper lip, legs dangling above her mouth.

You attempt to climb your way out, feeling the air push and pull you in her sleep, the saliva around her lips making it a little more difficult to make the climb.

Unfortunately, between her shifting, your strength, and the slipperiness of her mouth, you can't quite pull yourself up, so, you do the next best thing. As she exhales slowly, and her tongue is closest to you, you leap down, arms wide in the humid cavern, and grab hold of her tongue, hugging it with all your might, and hanging on for dear life. Her jaws shut, and you hear a loud "Mmmmmmmm..." sound humming around you, but your grip stays firm... for now.

You begin slamming your fist into her tongue, trying not to lose your balance in the process, as saliva drips around you, and the soft, yet powerful muscle you are hanging on to moves about in response. Your fist repeatedly drives deep into the flesh, until eventually, you hear a response. "Mmmh-- Mm?"

Light floods inro the cavern, as she sticks her tongue out, and tiredly stares down at you.
"Lill guy? Wad are you doimg?" she tries to ask, bringing her hoof up to hold you once more.

You hug her tongue as tightly as you can, and your previous, fearful expression has turned to a mischevious one, as you make an ultimatum: "I've got your tongue, now you have to do what I say or you'll never talk again. Mahahahahaha!"

"Oh Mooo! Waddeva with I do?" she says, speech impared. giggling as she looks down at you, cross-eyed. "Waddaya wand me do do?" she asks, appeasing your little threat.

"Pull your tongue back into your mouth, it was nice and warm in there. And it was silky soft in there as well," you demand, much to her surprise.

She seems inquisitive, if not mildly confused. "Bag In? Weth... ogay den. Jus for a bid tho... you agdually dasde breddy gud," she stutters some more, with a short snicker. That said, she slowly pulls you back into her mouth, careful this time to keep her tongue steady, and her breaths slow, as not to shake you loose.

She hums once more to herself, the faint "mmmm..." travelling across you, like someone enjoying sweet chocolate. The soft, gentle cavern around you this time is not hostile, but comfortable.



As you slide back, you sigh, speaking loud enough for her to hear, but without yelling. "I taste good? That's kinda odd. It's not like I dipped myself in honey or anything. You can lick me if you want, I don't mind."

Her laughter around you shakes your cavern a bit, but as you lay calmly on her tongue, she hums once more in joy. She carefully tilts her head in such a way that you don't hit the back of her throat, as it undulates behind you, swallowing a bit of the excess saliva pooling under her tongue.

It takes a moment, but she takes you up on your offer, slowly rolling you around her mouth, careful not to throw you about, but nonetheless slathering you with her tongue, and humming to herself... It's certainly odd, yet satisfying, as she tastes you, swallowing spit every now and then, and being cautious to keep you cozy.

Deciding that wet clothes were less comfortable, you begin shifting about, sliding off your signiature clothes, which doesn't take too long to accomplish. "Hmmm?" she hums curiously, uncertain why you are shifting around so much, but, in the same measure not complaining. After all has been removed, you crawl towards her lips, and, as she opens her teeth with a faintly sticky sound, you push the wadded clothing out of her lips, and, you assume, into her hoof outside.

"Mmm?" she questions again, not taking you out, but nonetheless curious. She curls her tongue once more around you, returning you to a more comfortable state, wondering what you were planning next.

No longer impeded by wet clothing, you get up and begin massaging the great Pink Pony's tongue, starting with the tip. You tenderly knead the muscle, and, while at first she seemed curious, by the time you start moving downward, she understands that you're giving her a massage. Her large, muscular tongue therefore goes limp, and, catching your footing on the now softer surface, her sigh of relaxation and happiness washes over you from her depths, as you work farther and farther back. Eventually, you reach the back of her throat, chancing a look downwards, into the darkness of that deep, soft tunnel below... you are pushed forward slightly, as another warm "Mmmmmmh..." blows from the tunnel, as if to thank you for the massage...

Once more, you feel the sway of your original whim, and, being one of many minds, decide to use this oppprtunity to attempt to head south. You walk once more to the front of her mouth, her teeth, relaxed and unclenched, as you try to pry open her lips. She feels your movement, and opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out with you on it.

As you move off of it, slipping, her hoof catches your fall, holding you, from your perspective, about 50 feet off of her chest, as she looks down at you with a curious expression.

"Oh, you want to go somewhere else little guy? So soon? You tasted so good!" she jokingly teases, with a wink. Her point was suddenly accented, by a low rumbling from her belly far below, resulting in a wide blush across her face. "Eh heh... don't worry about that. Now, where were you off to?" she asks, seeing you leaning southward, and a bit confused.

Once again, you lose the fleeting whim, distracted by the growl. "Are you hungry? Don't tell me I tasted that good, is there really nothing around here to fill your stomach? I can go have a look if you want," you ask, and offer.

"I guess a little... but, don't worry little guy!" she says, seeing you signal that you want to go back in. "Hehe, just needed fresh air or something?" the pink one asks, rolling her eyes, before rolling out her tongue once more like a carpet, and slurping you up a little playfully into her maw.

You crawl to the back of her throat, and peer down once more into that darkness, seeing it undulate before you. Your host hums a tone that sounds like "careful," vaguely, before something drives you to peer deeper. You're not sure what, but, you lean a bit further than you knew you could safely do... maybe you knew that, maybe it was an honest mistake, but one thing is certain... you slip, and fall, triggering an automatic reflex, as a loud "'Ulp!" engulfs you.

The tight, soft muscles squeeze you in the dark, pulling you deeper, as you hear her muffled screaming outside. Feels like she's running somewhere as well...

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You try to move, saying nothing, struggling to move... East. The muscles, however, keep you from moving, as you hear her heartbeat grow louder and louder, signaling you must be in her chest by now...

"HANG ON! HANG ON!" she shouts down at you, muffled, as you hear gulping up above. The heartbeat begins to diminish, as you hear a rumbling grow around you...

A wet substance splashes down from above, swirling around you, and pouring past you into her stomach, which you are deposited into moments later, the walls convulsing around you...

"Okay, Little guy, can you hear me? That drink oughta stop the acid fron hurting you for now, but are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" she asks, as a half-digested donut floats past you.


You try your best to yell a response through the walls of the stomach and over the noises it's making.
"Uh, y-yea. I'm kinda panicky right now but I'm not hurt. What d-did you drink? How long will it last?"

"Drank some Buttermilk, should neutralize the acid for now, but it's only temporary," she said, quickly. Climbing up atop the donut and relaxing for a moment, shakily, you can hear that her heart is racing, as she moves around. "I gotta talk to Twilight! She probably has some kinda spell to get you out right quick! Please be okay! How is it looking in there, anything you can rest on?"

You look about and, aside from the donut, looks like you're in luck. There is a big slice of cake, another unidentified pastry, and, as the milk mixes with and neutralizes the acid, a few smaller globs. Seems she doesn't have a habit of chewing very much.

You feel her laying still and, based on her voice, her head is likely right against her belly. "I'm so so so so so so sorry!" she apologizes again, as you catch your breath...


Responding to her question as to how it looks, you pipe up once more "...Yea, there is a huge slice of cake, hold on I'm climbing onto it."

You continue to look around at the walls while keeping a worried eye on the liquid below.
"Why are you sorry? Did you stop moving? Why did you stop moving?" you ask, rapidly.

"I-I stopped, I didn't want to rock you about too much. I'm gonna start walking to Twilight's now, Okay? Hang on to that cake!" You easily get onto the mattress-like cake, splattering a bit of excess frosting as you do so, but given the alternative, it's fine. Her stomach moves around you, the groan from the walls echoing for a moment before it stops, and you can hear her voice once more, more muffled this time. "I'm sorry because I should have been more careful... I promise, I didn't mean to swallow you, really!" she explains, as you hear what sounds like a door open quickly. Her pace changes, meaning she's probably outside. She sighs, as she lets her heart return to a somewhat calm, yet still worried pace. "It's a bit of a walk to Twilight's. Luckily, nobody's out this time of night..." your host explains, as the milk sloshes gently with her every trot below you.

"Hey, did you know horses can't vomit? Amazing the things you remember when your life is in danger. Anyway, if you could swallow a big gulp of air, that would be great," you explain from within, in an almost sarcastic tone.

"I know, I--oh, air, air!" she says, quickly gulping down a few mouthfuls. The air fills her stomach, freshening the otherwise stale, humid environment. She continues to let a little air in every minute or so, just to be sure.

"It's okay, it was probably my fault," you admit, looking at the cake upon which you rest, curiously.

After speaking, you taste the soft cake, sensing a distinct vanilla flavor, very moist, yet not too strong. Clearly, a well made cake. You drop some of the pieces into the milky soup below with a splash, and, to your relief, the buttermilk seems to be doing its job. Other than just getting milky, the cake bits seem unharmed by any acid, as far as you can tell. You aren't exactly a scientist however, and are unsure how long buttermilk will keep it safe, but, her belly is relatively safe at the moment.
"I know you didn't mean it, I got careless," you admit.

She seems comforted by your words, but nonetheless sounds guilty as she responds. "Thanks... but I'll get this fixed, okay? I promise."

As she speaks, you begin curiously wrapping yourself in cake, just in case your test only proved that cake was immune. The walk continues, she must be near mid town now.

"Sorry I woke you up. Twice. You didn't have anything big planned for tomorrow, right?" you ask out of courtesy.

"No, no, nobody's birthday is tomorrow, and the cakes are here so I only have to watch the shop 4 days this week... so... You're fine, I always like making new friends!" she says encouragingly "Though, heh, this is honestly the first time I've had a new friend in my belly. Sorry if it's a mess."

She seems to be a lot calmer now, and, aside from the threat of digestion, which, for now seems abated, sitting there in your "cake suit," and listening to the sound of her heart, her breathing, and the occasional rumble... it's actually very serene. She must be at least halfway to Twilight's by now...

"It's good cake, who made it?" you inquire, the taste still on your tongue.

"Oh, um, misses Cake did! She makes the best!" Pinkie says, mumbling more about the bakery, as you look around. The cake you are resting on is currently leaning up against one of her stomach walls, the smooth, wrinkled surface, occasionally contracting as you look at it.

Indeed, as you slide over in your "Birthday Cake Suit," you reach out with your arms, and begin rubbing the soft, fleshy walls of her stomach. "Ah! I-- ohhh, that... actually feels pretty good..." Pinkie says, feeling you rubbing her belly, from the inside, and happily humming as you do so.

You begin massaging her stomach wall, carefully pushing your hands against it hard and slowly rubbing up and down, working your fingers into the wrinkles,and rolling her flesh between them and your thumbs. Your massage results in a very happy moan from up above, and, judging by the sloshing below, a slowed pace. "Whatever you're doing in there, it feels REALLY good, it's like I'm having my belly massaged, but... deeper," she expresses as the clacking of her hooves can be heard outside, indicating a change in footing.

"Well I can keep going for a while, it's safe in here for now so it's not something you have to worry about. Think of it as a sorry for dragging you into the mess," you offer as you continue. your sentiment does bring up a good question, however.
"What time is it out there? I didn't wake you up late did I?"

"It's a ways past midnight, and no, no, you didn't wake me too bad, sometimes I go for midnight strolls anyway. Usually I talk to Gummy, so nobody'll care if I'm talking and walking," she replies, stopping to let out a gentle "Mmmmmm!" as you begin massaging even deeper. "Careful there little guy. You keep that up and I may just want to keep you in there!" Her stomach rumbles around you, the wall you are currently hugging, seeming to hug you back for a moment, as it contracts and relaxes. "Heh... sounds like my belly likes you in there too..."

You hear the sounds of knocking, and a muffled voice outside, too far to hear. "Spike! Yes, I need to talk to Twilight, Where is she?"

"..."

"Thanks!"

You are moving once again, and after all your massaging, her heart rate has returned to a fairly calm pace, as has her walking.

"It's not so bad in here either, as long as I keep getting air I'll be fine. After all, there is plenty to eat in here," you explain, another question soon coming to mind.
"Who is this Twilight, and what's she going to do?"

"Heh, You know if it was safe, I'd happily let you stay!" she offers, hearing your second question thereafter. "Twilight is an amazing magic user, she knows, like EVERY spell, so she's bound to know how to get you out safely," Pinkie explains, humming as she walks up the stairs.

You lean your head into the tender flesh of the wall, and listen to the sound of her heart, letting it lull you, feeling the warmth of her body around you...

Pinkie suddenly gasps. "IDEA! She knows like every spell, so maybe--"

The sound of a door being slammed open, and a startled shout, quickly proceed Pinkie's next request:

"HEY TWILIGHT! Can you make things Acid-proof!?"

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"What? Magic? Uh, is this going to end well? I'm not sure how much I trust magic but if you trust this 'Twilight' then fine. But Pinky, what are you planning?" you ask, great concern upon your mind.

"Of course I trust Twilight Silly! As for what I'm planning, well, you just... got me thinking is all..." she says, before her voice became muffled, rapidly speaking with this "Twilight" outside. As you push off, the elsatic surface bounces you forward atop the cake, sending you standing once again, overlooking the churning cavern around you.

A loud "you WHAT?" Can be heard from a second voice outside, followed by movement around you...

"Any chance I could be let out? or get some light? light is good," you shout, in case she's still listening.

As if to answer your response, a voice appears, sounding pressed right against Pinkie's stomach. Based on her giggling, that's likely exactly the case. "Hello? Is someone or... something in there?"

A moment later, a large, purple light appears to shine through Pinkie's skin, startling you enough to make you fall over, and into the buttermilk soup below.

"What's going on out there- Whoa!" you cry out as you fall.

"Sweet Celestia, there IS someone in there. Okay, whoever you are, hold still, and stand in the light, I need to see you to teleport you..." Twilight commands as the light grows stronger...

You swim closer to the light, until you're right in the center of the beam. Your cake suit seems to be working, as you stand as still as possible, despite the churning around you... Soon, a tingling sensation engulfs your body, and a half a second later...

You are nearly blinded by the objectively dim, yet still bright to you, light of the castle walls, refracting the moonlight outside. You are being held in an enormous hoof, this time purple, under the scrutinous, deep eyes of the alicorn above you.

"Are... you okay?" this new giant asks, glancing at a very embarrassed Pinkie.

After a moment of shock, you think, and, staring at this new giant, raise your arms into the air and shout: "Let's do that again!"

Twilight looks at you baffled, while Pinkie begins laughing on the couch, just behind you.
"You want to go BACK?" she asks, the veins in her eyes indicating she was likely very tired.

"Yeah, that's why I asked if you can make him acid proof!" Pinkie chimes in gladly.

"Pinkie, this--uh, person-- Is an unknown species! We have no idea where it came from, how it got here, anything!" Twilight exclaims, exasperated, not dissuading the Pink Pony one bit.

"...But, he's too small to go out in public. Maybe keeping him in my belly would be... a safer option?" Pinkie offers, as Twilight looks to you for an opinion.

"It's not like I can go around on my own, I'll get squished. Or I'll get eaten by some animal that isn't as kind as Pinky... So Is there a way to keep Pinky's stomach from digesting me?" You argue, reaffirming Pinkie's point.

After a moment of looking incredulously between the two of you, Twilight sighs, defeated, and rubs one eye in a tired motion. "As crazy of an idea as this is... yes. Yes there is."

A large tome gravitates over towards you three, and lands on Pinkie's midsection, opening as she looks it over, and Twilight squints her eyes. "A long-term immunity ward to acids and other assorted corrosive substances. It's rarely used on ponies because of the impracticality verses time to cast over square inches. But for you, I could have this cast on you over the course of 10 minutes. I can tack on a breath-enhancement spell to help your breathing in there as well," she reads, the glow of her horn illuminating you.

"Both of those sound good. Anything I need to do?" you ask, watching her work her literal magic.

You'll need to hold still for a few minutes, yes..." she instructs, as she begins wrapping you in a series of concentric layers of purple light. It tickles a bit, but otherwise feels... almost like it is toughening you up.

You get about 4 minutes into the process, when another thought enters your mind, prompting you to ask. "Wow, that was a pretty quick find. You haven't thought about eating somebody before, have you?"

She doesn't look at you, but keeps reading, and says "what? Uh, don't be silly, I just... am... well read!" Twilight hurriedly explains away, subtly removing a boommark labeled "shrink spells."

"Yea right... I totally believe you," you state flatly, the sarcasm heavy with this one. switching the topic, you ask another question on your mind. "So, magic? I haven't really experienced it before, how long is this spell going to last?"

Just... another... minute..." she says, a bit of sweat appearing on her forhead, until, at last, her horn ceases its glow, and the faint purple hue over your skin dissapates into nothingness.

"There. That ought to last you a few weeks, come back to get it renewed after two just to be safe though," Twilight offers with a sigh.

"Would you prefer to give it a test run, or would you rather trust Pinkie with it?" you ask, jumping straight to the point.

"A-a test run? What are you... implying?" Twilight asks you, eyebrows furrowing together with mild concern.

Pinkie bobs her head up at this and says "Oh, great idea little guy! Gotta make sure it works first!"

"You sound like a studious one. Don't you want to know what an unknown species tastes like?" you tease, appealing to her curiosity. "Maybe Pinkie can ready some buttermilk in case something goes wrong, think of it as an experiment," you offer, hoping to seal the deal.

Twilight looks you over nervously, biting her lip in deep thought. Surprisingly, she doesn't immediately object, and Pinkie doesn't seem to help her conundrum, trotting behind her and whispering about how good you taste. It seems... unusual, but nonetheless welcomed for someone of your interests.

Twilight eventually, seeming to push down excitement, or maybe worry, speaks. "Alright, but... we're going to do this properly," she states, as she levitates over a notepad, and holds you before her face...
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