Hida at the Wonderbolt Academy

by Star Sage

Rating: mature
Tags: Spitfire, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Thunderlane, Original Character, Rainbow Dash, Random
Length: 3606

Hida, a gnat sized dragon who lives in the Mess at the Academy, comes to a bit of grief, courtesy of a new Trainee leader. (Vore/Micro/Pass Thru) (A Commission for Hida)

This is a commission for the little blue dragon, Hida (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/hida) a friend of mine with similar interests in macro/micro and vore. He also enjoys unaware, and so he had me write a story where a gnat sized dragon living in the Mess Hall of the Wonderbolts Academy has a bit of trouble with Rainbow Dash. Sadly, said day just seems to keep getting worse for him, and he gets to ride inside her until she finally expels him.

Vore Story
Micro Story
Pass Thru Rainbow Dash's digestive track
Anthro Ponies

Published 2013-07-28 01:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-02 15:28:03 UTC

Hida at the Wonderbolts Academy

The tiny dragon huffed, puffed, and then fell forward with a flop. His wings, tiny things at the best of times, able to keep him aloft with only rapid beats, were starting to wear thin here, far in the upper range of his home. Normally, he would never have come here, to this place, but his normal feeding time had been skipped for the past two meals now, and he was darned if he was going to go another hour without snacking, and so the dragon, who lived in a tiny cave in a cliff far off in the distance, came here, to the place where he knew the titans kept their food.

Luckily, none of the giants had come to greet him as he floated through the air, and made his way here, giving him, for once, a smooth trip, if a tiring one, as he landed on the metal that marked this cliff. The ting of his claws against the metallic surface rang to his ears, but he had learned long ago that such things were not something that could be heard by the titans as he made his way forward, sniffing at the air for food.

His quest was short lived, as he found food quickly. There was a whole mountain of it in fact. Piled into green mesas there say a whole plain made of lettuce, that thrilled the tiny dragon right to his core as he dove onto the leaf, his claws creating miniscule holes in it that he soon turned into tears, ripping into the vegatable with all the fury of his dragon ancestors, scarfing down mouthful after mouthful of the stuff, and sating his hunger that had gone unfulfilled for whole hours now.

Feeling full for the first time in his memory, which only really stretched back to that morning considering his nature, the dragon patted at his round belly, enjoying the feeling of his claws moving over his scales. The lovely gurgles that came from beneath his skin seemed to be his belly telling him thanks for the snack, as he laid back, luxuriating in the bloated gut.

His mood was shattered a few minutes later though, as he heard a booming sound. Something had come into the room. Something big, and he resolved not to be seen by this something big, as his head darted around for some spot to hide himself. Unfortunately, he now remembered why he so seldom did this, instead waiting to pick up the crumbs of the titans. There was no cover, nothing under which he could hide himself, and so he dove for the first thing he could find, the lettuce, and into the tear he had made.

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“Oh, come on Dash, you know I'm not fast enough,” said the pegasus with black coat and blue mohawk as he walked into the mess hall, the silver pin on his uniform marking him as a follower. His leader was the one following him today though, as the pair had missed lunch thanks to her stubborn refusal to give up on one of her moves she'd been trying to drill into his head all week.

“And I'm telling you, that's no excuse. You had almost twelve wingpower back in Ponyville, and while that's nowhere near as good as my own twenty six, it's still good enough that you should be able to keep up,” ordered the cyan pegasus with rainbow colored mane. The male companion looked at her, agast that she'd bring that up again, as cadets like them weren't supposed to talk about home, but more because twelve was his best going all at. Twenty six from her though, that was her just starting to show off, not even giving it her all.

“Dash,” he protested again, getting into line, while using his left hand to grab a tray, and his right to pull at a snag on his belt. He was still getting used to the uniforms here at the academy, despite being here the last two weeks. The shoes on his feet itched too, despite not being on them most of the time.

“Don't you 'Dash' me mister. Tonight we're gonna practice the Buccaneer Blitz until you can do it in your sleep,” she said, and then turned from him, her wings smacking into his side, a feather or two getting caught in his shirt, before he pulled away. This training was ridiculous enough, but Dash was making it just intolerable for him.

Dash, not one to follow for long, soon passed him by, grabbing a tray from the stack, and then reaching over the counter to grab a couple of slices of bread to go with it. She then started telling him that he better eat well now, cause she was gonna work him to the bone, as she loaded herself down with huge handfuls of various flowers, as well as tomato, and finally lettuce on each slice of bread, which she then piled all together before walking to a seat.

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The tiny dragon heard the approaching titans, and shivered in his scales as he looked out at them. Bipeds, both, and huge in scope to him. They filled his limited field of vision, as their massive arms reached over him to grab things that he could have built a house on, and then walked down the line. By the boom of their voices, he knew they were having some kind of godly dispute, though he had not the skill to know what they were saying.

The one behind, wearing the golden icon of an elder god, walked in front of her lesser brother, cutting him off, and letting her rainbow locks flow around her as she stood before the tiny dragon. She leaned forward, and for a moment, the dragon thought he would be crushed, only to find her hand grabbing some of the soft bread from behind him, setting it down on the plain she carried in her hand.

Next she grabbed some of the flowers, which the dragon found positively unpalatable, layering them on the bread thickly. Then it was a few red round things, tomatoes he thought they were called, though he avoided them, too much juice for his liking. Then her hand blocked out his vision, and he could only watch in horror as the leaf he was on was picked up by her mighty appendage, and pulled roughly skyward, knocking the air from his lungs with the sheer speed of it, before he found himself dropped downward, landing amid the petals of a daffodil.

The dragon tried to run the instant his body touched down, but before he could do more than get to his feet, the world turned upside down, everything flipping end over end, before finally being sealed in darkness, feeling like the weight of the world had settled down across him.

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Dash sat down on the bench closest to where she'd grabbed her food. She wouldn't admit it, but one of the reasons she worked Thunderlane so hard was to keep from having to fight others for seats, or to have to face Spitfire in the mess again. That first time, after Lightning Dust had...yeah. She'd had to bolt after a few short questions from the Captain, and never wanted that empty feeling in her stomach again.

Besides, Thunderlane could use a good kick in the flank. He was a hard worker, no doubt, but the stallion just never went for the gold. She knew for a fact he could have had a sixteen, maybe even a twenty back in Ponyville if he'd just applied himself for a while. No pegasus was limited by just what they could do after a week of training. Heck, if she applied herself she was sure she could get a fifty.

Thinking of all that hard work made the cyan pegsus' stomach protest that she hadn't fed it anything since that morning, and so, as Thunderlane sat next to her, his meal consisting of a soup and a salad, Dash ignored him. Her meal was her usual, an octuple-decker sandwich, with plenty of flowers, to help her build up stronger wing muscles. Lifting the construct from her plate, she licked her lips once, her tongue moving along them gently, before she opened wide, and shoved almost half the thing into her muzzle and bit down.

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The dragon, dizzy and disoriented, still knew exactly where he was, and tried to move to get out of it. Of course, trapped by piles of food that would have taken him his whole lifetime to chew through, he was pretty much stuck, the titaness made her way to one of the resting places, and took a seat.

He was then greeted by a sight that made his scales turn as white as the feathers on his head. Her face, her lovely face, filling the sky above him, as her tongue snaked out from between her lips, and licked at her teeth. Those mountain sized boulders of white gleamed wickedly in the light coming from above, almost like blades that were coming to hack at his hide, as he began to panic.

His panic, though it made him stronger, availed him only an inch or so of movement, before the sandwich he was part of rocketed forward, the mouth of the titaness opening wider than he would have thought possible, as he was shoved inside.

The instant he was within her body, the dragon felt the oppressive heat, the humidity that was soon coating his scales with liquid. More though he felt the jarring motion of her mouth as she bit down, her teeth tearing into the bread, flowers, and what not, the sound if it like the heavens themselves collapsing, as the dragon was thrown free of his prison.

Of course, he was still trapped in another prison, this one of flesh, as the titaness' lips remained sealed. Luckily, his tiny size meant that as the food around him was massed between the mountainous teeth, he was able to merely flutter at the back of her throat, watching each descent, her tongue deftly moving the sandwich between her molars, before they came up with surprising speed, the stuff between them being rendedred down to pulp that mixed with her spit and became mushy.

The scene before him, a fast plain, moved and waved like an ocean of skin, and the dragon was searching for any opening that might allow him out. Unfortunately such an opening was not to be, as the titaness about him tilted her head backwards, and he found his whole sky coming down, as he quickly decided that, rather than become trapped by all that, he would instead dive downward.

Her throat, walls of rippling muscles that bulged and pulsed about him, caught the food as it fell, but the dragon, not wanting to be crushed in with that mush, was able to sail down. The neck was open, several times larger than the cave he called home, and so he was able to fall like a bolt, not even touching the sides, which came together sharply, and then pulled apart again, the motion accompanied by a roar like two bellows.

He passed by her lungs, and kept going, the passage of her throat getting tighter the farther he got, until a ring of flesh marked the entrance to her stomach. Looking down at it, he felt his heart drop a bit, but then a glance upward showed him what he was running from as a few crumbs fell out of the mush pile as it was passed down towards this place.

The blue dragon made his choice, and dove towards the ring's center, where a tiny hole laid. It wasn't very big, barely bigger than his own form, but he wasn't about to get trapped by the load of her lunch, and so curled his wings tightly against his form, and then rolled to make himself even smaller. So he passed through the ring, his wings brushing against the sides, even as his nostrils filled with the stink of her belly juices.

Aware that he had to move fast, the dragon's wings flared open, and he rushed to the side, flapping them harder than he could ever remember doing, getting out of the way just in time as the passage to her throat opened wide, and out of it fell a meteor made of mush, that splashed down into the lake of stomach acids below.

The dragon, watching the scene, tried to turn his course instantly, his wings moving with instinct to bring him back around to the ring of flesh. Of course, he soon found that he'd reversed course a bit too quickly, as the instant he got under the opening, a torrent of liquid came down, and he found himself washed downward, landing amid the mush at the pit of her stomach, while the titaness just continued with her meal.

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“Ah, that hit the spot,” said Dash as she slammed down the can that Thunderlane had just handed her. The stuff was an energy drink, something to make her faster, stronger, all the good stuff. She hated the taste, truth to tell, but she couldn't argue with the results, as she shoved the rest of her sandwich into her mouth, and then took another swig of the stuff to wash it all down with.

Feeling good and full, the pegasus looked at her wingpony, and just sighed, shaking her head as the male pegasus was only a few bites into his meal. So she decided to do something productive with her time and hopped up from her seat, her body swaying heavily as she did so.

Her lunch shifted as she moved but she figured that just meant she was helping her digestive process, and so proceeded to start a good warm up, leaning from side to side and stretching her arm our, he meal slapping heavily into the sides of her stomach with each movement.

Then she did some jumping jacks, getting it to go up, and then slam down heavily into the pit of her stomach, followed finally by some wing ups, where she would flap once as hard as she could, touch the ceiling, then come down and do it again. She actually made it through ten sets of each before Thunderlane was finally finished eating, and she rushed him out the door, her stomach working on the food inside her as she forced her companion to do even more training with her.

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The night sky was already deep into its cycle, with Luna's moon high overhead, when Thunderlane finally made it back to the barracks. His wings, his legs, and even his head hurt. He'd felt awful since that late lunch, and since the mess closed so early he hadn't had anything else to eat. Dash, meanwhile, was still running in place, her shoes slapping the floor, even as he just fell into bed in his uniform.

“Come on, Thunderlane, you've got to have more energy than that. Tomorrow, I bet we can go twice as long,” she told him, and he lazily picked up a pillow and threw it at her. She caught the thing in the air, throwing it back at him, before walking off. He heard her go into the bathroom, and a minute later, flush, before going to her own bed, and to sleep.

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The dragon felt awful, as he was finally freed of the titaness' body. The day he'd had was just...awful. There was no better word for it. All that movement, every second, every heartbeat, which despite how much she must have been moving never sped up. He was almost relieved when he'd been spat out into some sack of liquid, at least here the motion wasn't so bad.

So he'd floated there, smelling something off about the stuff about him, until it had finally filled the whole chamber he was in. That was when he was sucked downward once more, and with no energy left to resist, the dragon was dragged towards the bottom of the chamber with the liquid, soon swirling out of it, and down a smooth lined pipe of skin that catapulted him into the open air.

The dragon landed with a splash in some blessedly cool water, his body taking in that sensation of finally not being in sweltering temperatures. His eyes, barely open now, looked upward to see the bottom of the goddess above, before it rose into the air, and one of her hands idly pushed on a handle. Then the world was motion again, gentler this time though, a swirl that carried him down into blissful darkness.

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Spitfire sighed as she got up, her throat dry from sleep, her lips smacking. Walking towards the bathroom in her quarters, she drew herself a glass of water, never thinking of how the academy, the model of efficiency, purified everything in it until it could be used again. That process wasn't always one hundred percent though, and Spitfire didn't notice as she down the glass, a small blue speck in it. It did hit the spot though, as she went back to bed, her and the speck together in blissful sleep.

Bonus Scene, Hida Flies Home

The captain looked at her troops, and smiled. The newbies this season were shaping up to be quite talented, if a bit lazy for some of them. That Thunderlane kid needed a good kick in the tail, which was why she'd enjoyed pairing her with Dash after that whole Lightning Dust incident. It helped to get the spectrum colored girl over herself, and to get the whole group moving again. Idly, she looked over towards the distant peak, where Lightning would be staying, waiting for the next batch of trainees, and her second shot.

Smiling to herself, the captain sat down on a blanket spread out on the ground, a picnic blanket with a basket she'd had some of the recruits bring out for her earlier. Settling with her feet crossed, she patted at a basket beside the blanket, and pulled the top off, before rummaging around inside. Soon enough, her hand emerged with a burger bun, and then two more dives found her grabbing twin jars, one with brown stuff in it, and the other with rainbow patterned gunk.

Overhead from where the captain lay, a tiny dragon was making his way through the sky, trying to catch every errant wind that would drive him closer to his destination back in the mess hall of the academy, and his home. Luckily, he found a few good ones, and was making excellent time, probably going to make it home in less than a day. Of course, some of those winds were being enjoyed by others, and when the dragon felt a shadow pass over him, he turned just in time to find a rainbow colored pegasus passing by, before a flap of her wings shot him downward.

Spitfire, using a small knife from her belt, was finished covering the bottom bun with peanut butter, and was slapping the other with the Zap Apple Jam from Ponyville. Great sweet stuff that, which she smeared on the bread, here head turned away from the bottom bun, so she didn't notice a tiny shape splat into her lunch. Instead, she just casually shut the shape inside the sandwich, squishing the two halves of the bun together, and then licking her lips as she opened her mouth.

The tiny dragon, landing in something gooey, tried to pull himself free the instant he was down, only to be covered by something heavy, and just as gooey above. That would have sealed his fate had he been a little bigger, and not able to find air bubbles in the stuff, taking deep gasping breathes that tasted of peanut butter and something else, something sweet. Whatever it was, he was frantically digging his way through the gunk, only to be stopped in his tracks when something huge, white, and shiny tore though the bread and good around him.

That white thing was revealed a second later to be a tooth, one belonging to a rather gruff looking titan in some odd dress. He'd seen her sometime before, a god among gods who commanded others with just her glares. Right now though, she was smiling upward, staring at something he couldn't see, while her maw worked on its load, her jaw dropping time and again, before, at last, she tilted her head back, and swallowed hard.

The dragon then found himself staring into her maw, as she opened wide, and he panicked, trying desperately to pull himself free of the sticky gunk he was tangled in, only to find that his wings refused to pull themselves from his back, and so he was forced to watch as that massive mouth came down, the hot humid breath blowing over him, before it consumed him, sealing him in the darkness of her body.

Spitfire, taking another bite, almost wanted to shout at somepony who was taking a few too many risky dives for her taste, but kept her mouth shut. She wasn't on duty right now, and Rainbow Dash needed to learn how to rein in her troops. So the captain just sat on the hill, working her jaws around the mouthful of bread and goo, before she brought a thermos full of milk to her mouth, and washed it down her throat with a deep gulp.