Chapters “Deep breath, Doomie. Deep breath.”
The changeling had been flying right outside the window of the pink mare’s room. The one he decided to ‘feed’ off of in order to get more food for his fellow brothers and sisters. Though secretly, he had been begging for something like this to happen. The day his queen would ask him to go out and collect love for her. He could care less about the rules of not only collecting off of ponies who had a close connection to the princess, but to also never drop his disguise. He didn’t want to wander around with one on. It didn’t feel right for him to just immediately drop it once he saw Pinkie. He wanted it to be more of an ‘original’ surprise. So he did the only other thing he could think of.
Shrinking himself. It sounded strange, but it was the only thing he could think of. Besides, it was safer for him to fly around. Not a single pony had seen him as he flew into town, but that was going to change at this very moment. For now, he was going to confront this mare and confess his feelings. Whatever that means? He flew closer to the window and took a peek inside. “Their she is.” He said dreamily.
Right inside was a certain poofy haired, pink pony he had met during that fateful day in Canterlot. Sure, all she did was ask him to change into her and then blasted him with magic, but that was more of her purple friend’s fault. She probably didn’t even mean to do it anyway. She was probably aiming for the changeling next to him.
He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her. Finding a sizable crack in the window, he flew in the room. Luckily for him, she was unaware of his presence. She seemed more preoccupied with whatever it was she was doing.
She was on a table writing something down. Doomie could only guess that it had something to do with a party. He had learned about how this pony was into that sorta thing. Not from stalking, but from secretly looking into every information from his fellow brothers and sisters and other ponies he had conversations with.
As she continued writing, Doomie kept on trying to understand why she was writing with her mouth. He could never figure out how these ponies could write like that, or why they wrote at all. Couldn’t they just say things telepathically to each other like his brothers and sisters? He shook his head and paid attention to the task at hoof. He flew closer and closer to the mare. Trying his hardest not to attract any atten-
“ACHOO”
Doomie nearly flew back toward the window at the sound of her sneeze. He had thought he had been found out. But he reassured himself that it was just a-
“So you thought you could just sneak in here, huh?”
Doomie made sure that the only thing moving were his wings at that moment. Did she know he was here? Was his cover blown? The mare then, with her back to Doomie, opened a drawer from under the table. “Well Mr. Fly, I’m telling you right now.” Wait... fly? Within a second, she spun around with a flyswatter at hoof. “You’re not leaving here alive!”
Within seconds, the mare batted at the air like crazy. Doomie couldn’t react in time and got hit with the first swat, launching him to the bed where he laid there on his stomach in a daze. He tried his best to move his wings, but the force of the flyswatter had taken all the strength away from him. He then tried to get up, but only succeeded in flipping himself over. As his sight returned to him he started to get a picture of what he saw, and he was mortified at the sight.
The mare was on the edge of the bed with the flyswatter held in both her hooves, poised to strike. “This is where you meet your end, little fly.” She said as she started to raise the instrument of death further into the air. Doomie was on the verge of nearly fainting from the shock and pain. He tried to think of something he could do to get out of this, but he was too scared to think right now.
With full force, the mare plunged the swatter toward him. Doomie could only watch in horror as it came closer and closer. He curled up into a ball and raised one of his hooves to shield his face from what was soon to be his doom and his other to block his eyes so he couldn't see it, the holes in his arms didn’t help though. All he could do now was think of what had brought him here in the first place. Then he remembered. It was nothing but a stupid plan to try and surprise a mare that he had taken a liking to. Now it was going to end up killing him. Why did he shrink himself in the first place?
“You idiot!” He managed to squeak out with his tiny voice.
Within mere centimeters, the swatter came to a halt. Doomie looked through the holes in his arm to see that he wasn’t crushed by the horrible thing. He adjusted his eyes to see past the holes in the killing device to see the mare with a confused look on her face. “I don’t remember flies being able to talk.” She said.
Feeling confident, Doomie spoke up again. “I-I’m not a fly. I’m a-”
The pink pony’s face then switched places with the swatter and took a closer look at him “In fact...” She said “I don’t think you're a fly at all.” Giving a look of confused anger, she scooped up the so called fly and brought it up to her face. At this point, Doomie made sure not to say or do anything at all. Any sudden movements, or sound, would result in this mare crushing him on the spot. “Wait a sec. You’re a changeling!” she said. The mare now gave a look of pure anger. Her teeth were grinding, ears in a hostile position, and eyes that Doomie could see have fire in them. He was certain she was going to pounce on him any moment now.
“I-I can explain.” He said in an innocent tone. Ponies spared you if you talked innocently, right? Doomie felt the ground shake, or hoof shake in this instance, as the mare climbed on the bed. She sat down in the middle of it and continued to hold the defenseless bug in one hoof while crossing her other hoof in a way that physically told the changeling to continue talking. “I was..well..uh..” Doomie didn’t really know how to put it. How can you tell a mare that is currently wanting to kill you that you kinda have a cru-
“You were what?” She said “Spying on me?” She raised a brow with anger still present in her face.
“No...no no no. I wasn’t.” Doomie said, quickly shaking his head “I was….um…”
“Or maybe you were trying to be an assassin!” She yelled.
“What!?” He questioned “No...How can I even kill you being four inches tall?”
“I don’t know...” She said. turning her head away from him and putting a hoof on her chin “You changelings work in very strange ways”
“Well, its not like you ponies don’t do strange things too.” Doomie used his small hooves to clamp his big mouth shut. Did he really say that out loud? The mare pointed her hoof inches away from his face. Causing Doomie to fall flat on his back by the force of the wind.
“Or maybe you were trying to feed off of me!”
Doomie was glad to know the mare didn’t acknowledge his outburst, but was horrified what she said. He couldn’t get out of this now. Maybe it was time to tell her...the truth “Well….you could say that...” He said while scratching the back of his neck. The mare then brought her face up to him.
“AH HA. I knew it! You were trying to suck the life out of me. Weren't you?”
“Life?” The changeling questioned “I was trying to get your lov-.”
“Yeah, I know how you changelings do that. You guys do that by sinking your teeth into me and take away everything of mine. Thoughts, love, blood, guts.”
“Eww. Why would we want that?”
“I don’t know, why would you?”
The changeling face hoofed at the mares remark. Is this really what other ponies think? That we are all just evil creatures who want to kill the first thing they meet. “We are not vampires. We feed off love, not blood.” He said with slight irritation in his voice.
The mare backed her face away from him. “Oh really? Then how do you get love off of a pony?” Doomie gulped. How was he supposed to answer that without giving a....demonstration. “Well?” Pinkie said. Her face was now in front of him again. Doomie rubbed his hooves together.
“Well….we...uh…” He was starting to blush from the embarrassment of answering the question.
“What?” Pinkie said “Do you bite my neck?” She strained her neck to give a full view for him. Doomie opened his mouth to object but Pinkie continued to talk. “Or maybe you just bite anywhere and suck it off of me.”
Doomies face couldn't stop glowing red. “No!” He said “I-”
“Or maybe.” Pinkie continued to ramble “You try to take it off of me while you have se-”
“NO!” Doomie screamed. A little more high pitched than he had hoped. “Look. We don’t take love by biting or sucking or...whatever you were thinking of.”
Pinkie brought her face up to him again. Determined to get answers. “Then what do you-”
“WE DO THIS!"
Doomie ran up to the edge of Pinkie’s hoof and planted a kiss on her snout. Pinkie immediately blushed and backed away in surprise at the changelings sudden movement. As for Doomie he immediately felt the love energy that came off of the mare, though it mostly came off of him. He fell flat on his back and lazily held his tongue out from the sudden energy. He forgot to realize that, being many times smaller than before, energy like that practically gave him enough to fly to the hive and back. With his tongue still out, he raised his head to look at the mare.
“There” He said, breathing heavily. “That’s how we get love.” Secretly, Doomie couldn't believe what he just did. He had just went full force and kissed the mare directly. He was sure that any moment now she was gonna-
“Really?” Pinkie said, rubbing her nose to get the tiny amount of spit from it. “That’s how you changelings do it?”
Doomie sucked his tongue back into his mouth as he got up on all fours. “Yeah.” He said. “Thats how we get love off of you ponies.” Toward the end of that sentence, he started to feel shaky. That love energy was starting to become too much to handle. Doomie looked up at Pinkie. Her face made a change from angry to now a slight grin.
“That’s kinda cute.” She said.
Doomie blushed “I-It’s not ‘cute’” He said, still a little dazed “It’s the official way to..to…” Doomie kept trailing off, he was on the verge of passing out. Pinkie couldn’t help but giggle at the little performance the little bug was doing.
“It seems to leave you a little tired too, huh?” she said with a smile. At this point, Doomie was trying his best to keep his ground. Trying to stay conscience and continue talking.
“Well….me being four inches tall….” Doomie couldn’t understand why he was acting like this. Completely dazed and slightly confused. Wasn’t love energy supposed to make you stronger, or did he take too much for him to handle?
“Do you need to take a nap?” She said in a caring tone of voice. “What?” Doomie said in a slurred voice.
“No….A changeling….like me….needs no…” Before he could finish he collapsed on her hoof and started to begin his deep slumber. Pinkie couldn’t help but “daw” at the sight of the little bug. She brought the hoof that was holding him closer to her chest and used her other one to gently caress his back. Purrs escaped from the changeling as she continued to pet him.
As she continued she couldn’t help but say out loud “Changelings can purr?”
So tell me a little about yourself.
Doomie’s eyes were struggling to open. He had regained consciousness, but that entire force of love energy left him completely worn out. He could barely feel his legs, or his arms, but for some reason he could feel his back. Come to think of it. His back was feeling better than the rest of him. It felt as though he had been massaged five times. and each massage being better than the last. Why was he feeling like this? Then his mind began to remember the events that had happened. A stupid plan, a stupid kiss, and a stupid attempt at trying to tell a mare that you lo-
“PPPRRRRR~”
His ear stems went into attention. Where did that come from? It sounded so familiar, like he had heard it once before, sounded like-
“Are you awake yet, little guy?”
Now it was time for his eyes to come to attention. He recognized that voice. It was her. That same pony that he had tried to impress. That same pony that almost killed him. That same pony that was now probably watching him through a locked, steel cage, ready to send him straight to the princess. This was bad. Doomie could already see him in front of that big white tyrant. Asking him all sorts of questions about him, his queen, his siblings, and his affair with-
“Glad to see you’re finally awake. I was beginning to think you were going to sleep through the whole day.” Said the big pink pony.
Doomie finally got to his senses and took a look around. He tried to get up, but he still felt a little dazed. So since he couldn’t move, he decided to say what was bugging him so much.
“What's with all the purring?” he groaned. All he heard in response was a giggle.
“Well, it’s coming from you, silly.” Doomie rubbed his eyes to finally get the picture. He could see it but...not believe it.
There he was; laying flat on his stomach, and what he was laying on was her belly. Now he was in a state of, not only fear, but confusion. Why is she doing this? Shouldn’t she at least have him tied up or gaged? Before he could think of something else that the mare could do, he looked down to see his answer. Right below him was the shadow of a hoof casting on him. At that moment he was in a state of just fear.
“W-what are you doing?” Doomie said in a terrified tone of voice.
“Well duh, I’m petting you.” She said in the most cheering tone of voice. Pinkie didn’t seem to notice that he was currently scared out of his mind, so she continued moving her hoof closer to him. Doomie guessed that ‘Petting’ was just some code word ponies use for crushing. He thought about begging for his life. Yeah, that might buy him some time. Putting his hooves together and giving a pleading face he said.
“Please don’t doooahahaaaaahaaaaaa” Doomie tried to finish that sentence, but was interrupted by her hoof gently sliding across his back.
At first, Doomie tried to struggle, but the softness of her hoof and how gentle she was being made him stay in place. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out of it was purring.
Pinkie laughed “I told you you were the one making all those purring noises.” Doomie tried to make a face of irritation, but the way she was moving her hoof made that face turn into a big grin. When her hoof reached his lower back, she lifted it and continued the process.
Doomie was starting to get a little worried. This mare was over ten times his size, and, according to the queen, she was one of his mortal enemies. Yet here she was treating him like a pet. He had to admit that what she was doing was incredible. His back had never felt this good, but it didn’t feel right to him, not the back rubbing, but the situation in general.
Pinkie’s hoof finally stopped its treatment and rested behind him, causing Doomie to raise his head in questioning. “So.” She said “What's your name?”
His name. He never told her his name, had he. Doomie sat up straight, cracking several kinks in his back in the process. “Uh, It’s Doomie.” He said blankly. Was this like a date where they start talking? Wait, was this a date!?
“Doomie?” Pinkie said. “That’s a silly name.” Doomie blushed.
“Well it’s not like your name isn’t silly.” He said “Besides, it’s what the fans gave me.”
“What do you mean? Pinkie Pie is a great name, and Doomie is a good name too.”
“Doomie is not a bad- wait, good?”
“Yeah.” She said “What made you think my name was silly? You didn’t even know what it was?”
Doomie gulped “Well, ponies usually have strange names, right?” He grinned. Pinkie just shrugged.
“Well,” She said “now that we know each other a little more...” Pinkie grabbed Doomie by his tail and hoisted him just above her face. Then she rested her head on her other hoof and crossed her legs. “Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
It took Doomie a couple seconds to realize that he was in the air. He tried to grab on to something but all he could hold onto was, well, air. He looked down to see Pinkie and her smiling face. He was beginning to think that any moment now, she would open up her mouth and just drop him in, swallowing him whole. But Ponies don’t eat meat, right? Wait, was he made out of meat?
“Come on, Doomie.” Pinkie said “Tell me, what’s life like in the hive?”
Doomie went wide eyed, was she trying to get information off of him? How she was holding him only made him think that theory was correct. She could easily drop him and send him down her throat. Doomie didn’t want to reveal a single thing about his life, but he knew that his life would come to an end if he didn’t say something.
“W-well” He stuttered “W-we fly around and...uh...collect food and…..um.” Pinkie kept smiling and tilted her head, Doomie thought that that just signed him to keep talking, or else. “A-and we go to sleep.”
“What do you guys sleep in?” Pinkie questioned. Every time she opened her mouth, Doomie thought that she would just let go of her grip on him.
“W-w-we sleep i-in c-c-cocoons” Doomie couldn’t stop his stuttering, Being held like this was scaring him more than it should of.
“Cocoons?” Pinkie questioned, being completely oblivious to state of fear. “That’s cool, so you guys are like butterflies?” Doomie clenched his teeth. Now he revealed that the changelings and the butterflies are mutual friends. Now he was sure that the queen was gonna find kill him for this. Then pinkie yawned, showing Doomie the contents of her mouth, nothing but wet saliva, a slimy tongue, and flat teeth that looked it could crush bones. Doomie then knew that the queen wouldn’t kill him. This mare would be the death of him first.
Pinkie closed her mouth and said. “Sorry about, your stories aren't boring to me. I’m just getting a little tired is all, I haven't even eaten anything today.”
Eaten. She hasn’t eaten. Doomie wanted to use his wings to try to get out of this but he was too scared to even move. “Y-you haven't what?” He said.
“Wait,” She said “I have an idea.” putting on a sly smile, she let go of Doomie.
Author's Note
To those who are reading this, you either came back here, or you're new.
You taste good. (Vore)
Pinkie opened her mouth and lazily hung her tongue out as the changeling came closer and closer to landing in her maw. Doomie tried to use his wings but the sight of her mouth made them stay frozen in place. He closed his eyes and flung his arms around, trying to catch something as he came closer and closer to the mare’s mouth. Finally, he was able to grab onto something. He opened his eyes to see what had saved him.
If his eyes had pupils, then they would be the size of dinner plates as he realized he was holding onto the top part of her lip. Doomie looked down to see a sight he couldn’t comprehend. A mouth with walls of saliva, a uvula dangling and dripping with spit, and a wet slimy tongue that was coming right for him. Doomie panicked, he tried to climb out, but the tongue was too fast. It wrapped itself around his midsection and began to pull him in. Doomie was struggling to keep a grip on her lip.
“Wha are ou srugling?” Pinkie said, trying her hardest to form words, it was hard to talk with a changeling on your tongue anyway. Doomie ignored her and tried to keep a tight grip, but the tongue was becoming too strong for him. Any minute now he would be pulled in and the lips he was holding on to would close. He tried to say something, but the tongue was starting to tighten its grip on him. Making it harder for him to breathe. He couldn’t handle it anymore. Losing all his strength, he let go.
Doomie expected to see nothing but darkness and a feeling of wetness, but Pinkie’s mouth hadn't closed yet. Her jaw hung wide open. Doomie took a look around, the bottom of her mouth had a pool of spit forming, the sides of her mouth had strings of saliva attaching to the tongue that was holding him in place. He looked up to see the roof of her mouth, dripping with-
*SPLAT*
A bit of slime landed on Doomie’s face. He was about to wipe it off, but Pinkie’s tongue had other plans. It hoisted him into the air and let go of him, causing him to land face first into the pool. Doomie began to feel a mixture of different emotions. Fear, confusion, being disgusted, and for some reason….aroused.
The tongue landed on his back, slightly crushing him on impact. He let out a yelp which seemed to make deadly organ get off of him. He turned over to see that the pinkie muscle was towered over him. “Are ou ouay?” Pinkie said. Doomie tried to understand why she was asking him this. Maybe she just wanted him in perfect condition for when he made his journey down her throat.
He held up his hoof in defence. “P-p-p-please...” He tried his hardest to talk louder, but he was too afraid to do it. He thought if he said anything, she would start to chew. He shut his eyes, wanting this to be over with, but it was far from over.
The tongue slid under him and brought him in the air again. This time it didn’t stop moving as it pressed him against the roof of her mouth. Doomie began to struggle. “Why won’t she stop playing with her food?” He thought “Why won't she just swallow me and end it?” He began to whimper. Begging for her to just swallow him and begin his painful death.
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Pinkie had never tasted something so good in all her life. This little guy had flavor that was just too good for her to not stop the sloshing. She made sure her tongue explored every part of him. It was like each section of him had different flavors, but one section was starting to get a little bit too salty. “He didn’t taste like that before.” She thought. Then she heard it, tiny whimpering were coming out of her mouth. Then she realized something. The salty taste…was his tears.
Pinkie immediately stopped moving her tongue and brought her hoof to her mouth. Carefully, she pulled the little changeling out. She looked down to see if she had hurt him anywhere. Although, she found out something far worse than that.
Doomie laid their shaking. He was curled up in a ball, completely covered in saliva, and had tears around his still shut eyes. Pinkie looked back in utter sadness. She didn’t want him to act like this.
She moved her face closer to him “D-doomie?” She said.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “”Why won’t you just end it?” He sobbed. Pinkie’s head realed back in surprise “Can’t you just get it over with?” Doomie continued “It’s bad enough that you’re just toying with me, but when I know it’s you who’s doing it…It just makes it worse.” Pinkie continued looking at him, trying to think of something to say.
“What do you mean?” She asked. Doomie just looked at her, completely baffled to her question.
“What do I mean? What I mean is that you were just trying to kill me!”
Pinkie was shocked “No I wasn’t!”
Dommie stood up. “Right, so I guess lathering you tongue on me wasn’t just some sick tormented taste test just to see if I was good enough for you to rest in your stomach?”
“Doomie...”
“And then,” Doomie continued, “have me slide down your throat and enter said stomach, where I will lay there to-”
“Doomie!”
“Have my entire body be digested in the most painful of-”
“DOOMIE!” Pinkie brought her hoof up to eye level. She took a long, hard look at the changeling, trying to figure out what to say.
“What?” Doomie said, tears still present. Pinkie faced away and sighed.
“Doomie.” She began. “I wasn’t trying to eat you. I was just doing something that I thought someone like you would like to experience.”
“What” Doomie said blankly. “Being eaten?”
“Well…” Pinkie looked back at him “Yes and no.”
Doomie wiped the tears from his eyes with his hooves. “Were you trying to lick the favor off me?” Doomie asked in an awkwardly tone.
“Well…” Pinkie said in a tone of voice that made Doomie feel more even uncomfortable than before. “You do taste pretty good.”
Doomie blushed. He always thought that the cliche romantic lines were. ‘you’re beautiful’ or ‘prettier than a flower,’ but ‘you taste good.’ That took the cake. “I...t-taste good?”
Doomie’s question was answered by Pinkie’s tongue licking the side of his face. Doomie yelped in surprise. He stumbled a bit after she was done sliding the tongue. “MMMhhhhh” Pinkie couldn’t help but close her eyes and lick her lips after she was done. She gave a smile and said, “You have way more flavors than that other pony.” Doomie’s ear stems went into attention. Other pony? Did he hear that right? Did she already have a...
“You...you have a coltfriend?” He said. He couldn’t believe that all this work was for nothing. Trying to impress her (and almost getting killed in the process) was for nothing.
Pinkie just laughed “No I don’t little guy. He just got into one of my spices and shrank.” Pinkie rubbed the back of her neck innocently. “Also, I couldn’t really help myself. It’s not everyday you get to taste a pony that tastes like bacon.” Doomie gave a look of utter confusion. Don’t ponies just eat sweets and hay? Pinkie interrupted his train of thought with another lick. This time from his belly up to his neck. Doomie started getting flustered with all of this.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He said with slight annoyance.
Pinkie just kept smiling. “Sorry, but I can’t help myself” She was about to give another lick, but Doomie flew into the air before he could.
“Pinkie. Can you just-”
Before Doomie could finish, Pinkie wrapped her mouth around his torso. Making him face her snout. He immediately went into a panic and flapped his wings, but it was no use. He was trapped.
“Pinkie wait! Don’t do thieeeAAAaHhahhaaahahahhahahaaahha” Pinkie grinned as her tongue started tickling Doomies bottom hooves. The tongue kept lapping, causing him to burst into a fit of laughter. He tried using his hooves to push his way out of her mouth but it was like her lips were glued to him. So he tried the only other thing he could think of...Pleading.
“PAAhhaaainkaahhiieee...Sthaaahaaaahahaha...Le-let Gaaaahhhaagoooohhohoo Haaahaaaaahaaaa.” Pinkie just smiled at this little display of tickle torture, though, she knew he was going to tire out sooner or later, and she wanted to make sure he was awake for the next part. Slowly, she let her tongue wrap around his legs.
Doomies laughing came to a stop as soon as he felt the organ crawl up his legs. “Wait, Pinkie-” But he already felt himself get pulled in. He tried his hooves again but the tongue made sure that wouldn’t be happening. It moved up to his chest and wrapped around his arms. He was completely immobile at this point, and the only thing that was out of her mouth was his head. “NO! Stop! Please!” He cried out, thinking that it wouldn’t be any use, but his pleadings made the tongue stop moving.
“Mhhh mmhhhhmmhh, mmhhh hhmm mhhmhh mhhhh mh” Doomie’s mind translated that to “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” But he wasn’t believing that for a second. He was beginning to think that she was just trying to mess with him, but she did say that she wasn’t going to kill him. Maybe she was…
Pinkie finally pulled him in. Releasing him from her tongue’s grip as he fell on the bottom part of her jaw. Doomie looked around. He couldn’t see anything. Nothing but pitch blackness. He got up and rubbed his eyes. Thinking that it would readjust them, but as he Opened them again, he saw the same pitch black darkness, which only made him freak out. Then he felt the warm feeling of something wet and soft make its way up his back. Doomie felt shivers as the tongue slid up and down behind him. On instinct he purred, making him truly believe that Pinkie was right about it.
Then he felt the tongue grab him again and turn him around. His eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkness so he couldn’t really see where he was facing. He felt the tongue again, this time on his belly. Doomie cringed, not wanting any more tickles, however, what was about to happen next would make him want to have another round of it. The tip of the tongue started moving its way up to his chest, then his neck, until it finally stopped at his lips. Doomie stared back in silence.
“Uh...Pinkmhhhh” Doomie’s wings opened and his eyes went wide as the tongue’s tip made its way into his mouth. He tried backing up, but the tongue pushed him forward until his head hit her front teeth. He thought about biting into the french kissing organ, but for some reason or another, he was enjoying it. It was as if some part of his mind wanted this to stop, while the other part wanted this to never stop. His struggling murmurs started turning into moans as he began to closed his eyes. The tongue continued moving around the small space of his mouth, leaving no part untouched.
After a few minutes of exploring, the tongue pulled out, leaving a string of saliva attached to it and his own tongue. Doomie heavily panted. his mouth hung open and his tongue lazily hung out as his eyes slowly went into attention. They seemed to have adjusted to the darkness after having them closed for so long. He looked up to see the tongue tower over him again. Raising a hoof, he said “Pinkie…..That was...ah!”
Doomie yelped in surprise as he felt her tongue slide under him. He felt the soft surface hoist him into the air. He was expecting his body be mushed between the roof and the tongue, but it stopped midway. Doomie arched his back and slid his elbows under him for support as he looked around the moistened cave. It was the same as the last time he was in here. Walls of saliva, some of it dripping off of the teeth. He looked straight forward to see the uvula, and past that was the throat, something that Doomie didn’t want anything to do with. Then the tongue started to tilt.
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After the tongue kiss, Pinkie thought that maybe it was time for the best part. So she slid her tongue underneath him and tilted it. Ready for the little guy to slide down, but as the tongue went vertical, she felt a slight squeeze around the top. Now why is Doomie doing that She thought. Her answer came within seconds. A muffled scream was heard inside.
“Pinkie! I thought you said you weren't gonna kill me!” Pinkie raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Mhh hmm hmmhh.” She mumbled.
“Yes you are, you’re trying to swallow me right now.”
“Mhh hhmmhh mh hhmmm mmhhhmmhhh hmm mhhh.”
“Oh really? Then explain how your stomach acid will-”
“Mhhh hmmm.”
“It won’t? How?”
“Hmm mh.”
“So you don’t digest meat?”
“Mmmhhh hhmmm mmhh hmm.”
“But, how will I get out?”
“Mhhh hhmmm mmhhh hmhmmh hhmm.”
Doomie sighed as he looked down her throat. To him it was like a bottomless pit. She was reassuring him that he would be alright, but he was having second thoughts, but a part of his mind was wanting him to slide down the magnificent gullet. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the tongue.
As soon as Pinkie felt the little bug let go, she brought her hoof to her throat and pushed on it. She didn’t want it to end so quickly, so she made Doomie’s descent to her stomach a little slower. She felt him slowly slide down her esophagus to the bottom part. She lost a hold on him once he got past her chest. She gave a loud sigh as she felt him make his way to her belly. She laid down on her side and craned her neck to her stomach. Waiting to hear from him.
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*SPLAT*
Doomie landed face first into the stomach juices. He raised his head into the air and coughed. “Not the kind of landing I was expecting” He said. He took a look around. It seemed that he was in a small pool of water that came up to the bottom holes of his arms and legs. and the walls were covered in the same substance as the pool. Doomie got up and laid down on a spot that was clear of the liquid.
“Doomie?”
Doomie’s ear stems went up in attention. “Yeah?” he said out loud.
“Oh good, you’re okay.”
“Yeah.” He said while stretching “I’m fine.”
“All nice and comfy?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty nice in here, It’s kind of...” Doomie yawned, “hot in here though.”
“Is it too hot?”
“No no..it’s...pretty much...perfect.” Doomie started closing his eyes. The humidity of this place was starting to make him tired, plus the rhythm of her heart beat was starting to make him a little drowsy.
“Well, when you want to come out, just say so. I’ll be downstairs.”
Doomie nodded. “Well, you’ll know where I’ll be.” He was too tired to talk at that point. All and all, it was a pretty good morning, besides almost dying and getting scared more times that he could count. As his eyes finally were about to come to a close, he felt something. Something that, if he told Pinkie, she would have him out as quickly as possible. Something that all changeling’s (especially guards) dreaded the most in a situation like this.
I have to pee.
