Big Breakfast

by Star Sage

Rating: teen
Tags: Drama, Apple Bloom, Second Person, Big Macintosh, Random, Adventure, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 2901

Second Person story involving you getting teleported to Equestria. Of course, landing in a bowl of cereal Big Mac is having for breakfast complicates matters on your arrival.

A trade with ShrunkenBrony, who also provided the cover image. If you know him and me, you probably know this sort of story, but just to cover it, this is a story all about how your life gets flipped turned...well, not upside down exactly, as you are actually sent to Equestria by a very malevolent trickster god. Namely me.

You end up being way smaller than the little ponies, however. Specifically you're small enough to use a piece of cereal as a flotation device. In this case, a piece of cereal in a bowl belonging to Big Mac, who's enjoying his breakfast, and not looking for tiny travelers. Can you get his attention before he makes a meal of you? Well, that's the story. Anyway, I hope you have fun reading it.

(Vore, Macro/Micro Content Warning)

Published 2016-01-22 07:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-22 07:10:02 UTC

Breakfast is Served

“Hmm, interesting,” and with that, you see a flash of light in front of you seemingly coming from nowhere at all, forcing you to close your eyes as you cry out in shock. Worse happens next as you feel yourself floating, like you were in space or something, you stomach doing flips as you have no sense of orientation. That only lasts a moment though, before suddenly you’re falling, the wind whipping around you, causing you to feel the air ripped from your lungs, making you breathless as you plummet.

Then you strike the ground, but luckily, it’s not hard. In fact, it’s a liquid, an ice cold liquid that covers your body as you plop inside it. Swallowing a mouthful of the stuff, you seem to recognize the taste, but your brain, desperate for air, freedom, and any kind of sight, forces that thought from your brain as you desperately try to find the surface. The liquid is too thick to see through, sadly, and after a few panicked seconds, you go limp from weakness, your body quickly floating upwards, and finally your head bursts out into the air, with you gasping for breath.

:cough:hack:wheeze: are the noises coming from you as you try to get some of the precious air into your lungs. Floating there, you see something floating in the distance, and with a few strokes, you swim over to it, the thing proving to be a lifesaver as you flop your body onto it, letting the thing hold you up as you finally start to recover and look around. Below you is a white ocean, cold, thick liquid clinging to your body and making you shiver. Around you, floating in the white sea are thick, orbs, brown things that smell of grain, bobbing up and down in the stuff.

Still recovering, you look in the distance, and see white walls, slightly darker than the liquid, rising in the distance, and all around, showing you’re in some kind of reservoir or artificial lake or the like. While still processing that, you feel a shudder pass through everything, ripples in the liquid, causing the orbs to smack into one another, as you kick your personal floatation device out into a small free area, pushing the others away, even as you desperately begin to look for a way out.

Then everything is cast into darkness, as a shadow covers the world above. Looking up, for the first time, you see that the world above is not an open sky, as you’d assumed from the light. No, instead, it’s a covered area, a huge one, bigger than a sports stadium, and higher than a skyscraper. Weirdly, it appears to be made of wood, with beams crisscrossing the ceiling far above. Closer than that though is the thing blocking the light from a nearby window, and it is something that causes your brain to shut down at the sight of it.

It’s a pony. Specifically, it’s Big Mac, his powerful features cast into fine detail by the shadow and light, early morning light given the coloring, playing across his face. He’s gazing at something off to the side, giving you a nice view of the side of his face, until finally, he turns back towards you, those huge, massive green eyes seeming to bear down on you like physical weights, until a motion catches your eye, and you notice his hoof holding something that he’s bringing down towards you.

The object dives into the liquid, splashing waves around the stuff and nearly knocking you from your perch, even as it catches many of the orbs in the shovel like ending. When it seems full, the object is lifted from the liquid, and you get a nice view as Big Mac opens his jaws wide, a yawning cavern of soft flesh and hard teeth filling the sky overhead, even as the hot, humid breath washes down over you, nearly sending you into shock with how different it is from the cold water.

The object, a spoon you now realize, enters his mouth, and the jaws shut with a tinny sound of teeth meeting metal, as the stallion takes in his first bite of breakfast. Removing the spoon through tightly closed lips, the stallion starts to chew his mouthful, his jaw moving up and down, slowly masticating the things within it. His powerful teeth create a terrible crunching sound as bits of cereal find themselves crushed between their flat bits, and then, after a few moments, he leans back his head, and you watch a bulge travel down his throat with a hard, and final gulp sound.

“Hey!” you shout up at him, as he stands there, looking at something you can’t see. Still looking away, his hoof brings the spoon back into your sight, and it dives into the milk again, his bowl of cereal in which you’re floating shaking and churning as it splashes through, creating waves of milk, and coming right for you. Pushing off the piece of cereal you’d been floating on, you only just get out of the way of the spoon, which sloshes by you, and drags you under the surface of the milk again, casting you into darkness, and nearly making you choke on the milk as it enters your mouth while you try to scream.

Surfacing once more a few moments later, your body shakes with violent coughs, and you can barely see anything, your eyes stinging wit the milk that had gotten into them. By the time you recover, you find your fate is already sealed, as the spoon is moving through the milk again, and this time it’s coming right for you. A desperate swim finds you still on the edge of the end of the spoon, you fingers curling around the metal side as it rises out of the milk, your feet finding purchase on the bottom, and giving you a moment to consider leaping, only to feel a powerful gale blow over you, and cause you to look towards its source.

Before you is Big Mac’s maw, an open hole in the world, with huge flat teeth, a long, thick tongue, and worst of all, a soft looking throat, with undulates and pulls away, creating the image of a vast dark hole, while then moves straight towards you as the spoon is shoved inside the mouth of the stallion. You instantly regret freezing, as the temperature increases a dozen fold, your body nearly seizing up with the sudden change in climate. The spoon then flips, dumping you and the cereal onto the waiting tongue below.

You recover quickly enough to try and grab the edge of the spoon as it withdraws, but the lips close tightly enough around it that though you are able to pull yourself half out of the stallion’s mouth, you wind up stuck at the waist between his lips. You get your first view outside, as the Apple sisters are at the same table, AJ eating a simple bit of toast while reading a paper, and Applebloom tearing her way through a tower of pancakes, seeming to inhale the massive things. Then your view is cut off, as the tongue comes out of the mouth, and you, despite your protests, are dragged back into Big Mac’s maw, which seals tightly shut behind you.

The jaws start their work a moment later, the floor dropping away beneath you, even as the tongue maneuvers bits of cereal between the teeth, which come together with a horrid grinding, crunch now that you’re inside his mouth. Despite the darkness, you can actually still see, and watch in detail as the orbs are broken down, shattering into pieces, and covering the tongue around you with their debris, before the teeth part, and the jaw drops again, your body falling onto the tongue, and grabbing for purchase even as the saliva coats your body.

You are tossed by the long, slimy member towards the teeth, but you are not a piece of cereal, and quickly roll off the teeth into the cheek behind it, even as molar come together, smashing yet more of the orbs between their powerful tops. The stallion feels you, however, and the tongue moves between the hard rocklike teeth, and then pokes at you, pressing you hard into the soft flesh of the cheek, before pulling you back into the jaws, and then leaving you flat on your front, face buried in the flesh of the member.

Rather than try and force you between his teeth though, Big Mac takes another option, and the jaws open up again, giving you a brief bit of hope that maybe he noticed you, only for the view of the kitchen to not appear in the light outside. Instead it’s a huge ocean of orange that fills your vision, an ocean that begins to pour into the maw, as Big Mac takes a drink from his orange juice, and you find yourself unable to do anything as the tide rushes towards you, and picks you and the cereal bits up, before finally taking you down into the hole at the back of the mouth, where a pocket of flesh catches you.

The pocket fills with liquid, the OJ less thick than the milk, but then seeming to be pressed in on from all sides as the throat closes around you, forcing you back under the surface of the juice. You feel rather than hear the gulp, as it reverberates around you. The powerful muscles behind the fleshy walls seen through an orange colored haze begin to carry you downward, rippling and moving almost like they were made of water themselves. The trip, luckily, is short, and you pass through his body easily, before finally being dropped into his stomach, which eagerly welcomes more food.

You can’t even scream, with no breath left, as the sphincter opens beneath you, and you fall into Big Mac’s belly, the churning stomach juices mixing with the juice around you, and splashing you beneath the surface of the stuff. When it touches your skin, the stuff tingles, but otherwise, is just lukewarm water, that bubbles interesting around you. Surprised by that, you swim your way back to the surface, and take a deep breath of the air around you, ignoring the taste on your tongue as you look around.

The walls, made of folded flesh, leak with liquid that is slowly mixing it way into to the standing ocean of stomach acids which are quick to dissolve all the solid pieces of cereal, breaking them down into mush, and diluting the orange juice, turning that into something to be absorbed as well. The walls are also moving, going in and out at random angles to churn the vat you’re floating in, nearly forcing you back under as the spoon had in the cereal bowl, but you quickly find a spot off to one side that isn’t moving so roughly, and swim over to it, grabbing the wall, and resting for a moment.

About you is Big Mac. His body, powerful beyond measure, and larger than a mountain. You can almost feel the energy of his form, as he fuels it up for a long day of working the farm, and it makes you feel even smaller than you are, as he continues to eat, loads of stuff dumping from a hole far above, and mixing into the sea in which you float. Mesmerized by what you see, you notice far too late that there’s a reason this part of the stomach isn’t churning, and that’s because a small whirlpool starts to form beneath you, as the contents of Big Mac’s belly begin to float into the rest of him.

You are soon caught in a vortex, and spun around a few times, before finally vanishing beneath the liquid and being dumped into the small intestines of the stallion. Here, there is no air, as the liquid around you flows swiftly, but somehow, you feel no need to breathe, as your lungs feel fine, a fact that takes several minutes to register as you watch the bits of mush around you brush against little finger like protrusions from the walls, these things sucking away at the mush, drawing out the bits for his body to use.

Suddenly, you are jerked to a halt, your ankle feeling like it was snapped in a trap, but not in a painful way. Looking back, you find one of the fingers, the villi, has somehow grabbed your foot, and is absorbing it. Panicking, you attempt to swim away, but as you watch in horror, the villi begins to absorb more and more of you, the soft flesh closing around you, and dragging you down. Looking into the intestine, you find your vision blurring for a moment, before everything goes dark as the body of the stallion takes you into itself.

You come back to yourself a moment later, and now all around you is another tube, this one far smaller, small enough that you barely fit in it, and the liquid flowing about you is full of not mush, but instead little red circles and large pointy white orbs. Better yet, everything is swiftly moving now, rather than the slow flow of the intestine, with a huge suction pulling you forward. It takes you a few moments to realize you’re now in Big Mac’s bloodstream, and likely far smaller than you were before.

Then the walls close around you, the edges pressing against your body, and you hear a rush of air, like a hurricane gale, even as the red bits around you seem to suck up something from the walls. You begin to understand as the walls pull away again, and the sound of a tornado comes from behind them. His lungs, he’d just breathed in and pressed his vein closed for a moment around you. Big Mac’s breathing was now enough to affect your whole world, as the flow resumed, and you were passed forward.

The world opens up around you suddenly, and you are tossed to and fro by some powerful pump, as the walls ripple and move. You are quick to realize this time that you’re inside Big Mac’s heart, the muscle that fuels all the others of his body, the blood moving around you and sending you into spinning loops, before finally you are shot out of the thing, your eyes shutting against the acceleration, even as you feel like you’re being ripped into tiny bits by the motion itself.

When you come back to yourself this time, you feel odd. You aren’t looking anymore, so much as feeling, though you know you’re not blind. No, you see better than ever, and with an attempt to move, it dawns on you that you’ve been stretched and pulled apart, but are perfectly fine, as bits of you find themselves now somewhere else. Somewhere with lightning and energy playing between cells around you, lightning that strikes you all at once, absorbing you into the power, and causing the world to shudder.

And then you’re outside again, sitting at the table with your sisters. Wait, outside again? You’d never left. In front of you is your breakfast, a mostly empty bowl of cereal, and a completely empty glass of OJ, which reminded you, you’d need to pick up some of that stuff in town later today. Shaking your head, you wonder at the odd disrupted train of thought, and why it feels so weird to be walking on all fours as you begin to clean your place at the table. Adjusting the work collar around your neck, you then make your way towards the door. The south field will need to be plowed before you can go anywhere today, after all.

High above you, farther than the clouds, moon, or any of the stars, a mountain floats beyond sight. Covered in clouds made of cotton candy, and the mountain itself made of chocolate, with rivers of the stuff flowing down the side and vanishing into the ether about, two figures look down on the world below. One a mishmash of various bits of beings on that world, with a long serpentine body, and simply brimming with chaos magic to the point one could taste it. Beside that one is a biped, a simple shape with two arms, two legs, and a head that one would probably describe as simply human, even if he was anything but.

“That wasn’t exactly what he wanted, now was it? He asked for a story with my power giving Applebloom a ride through her brother to his brain to view memories of their parents, not to become part of the big guy himself,” commented Discord, as he took a bit from a nearby cloud and dipped it into the river of chocolate. He then proceeded to stuff it into his eye, where it vanished.

“True, but I don’t work well with kids. Besides, this was something new for him. And I’ll probably put him back in his world…maybe,” comments the human, before the pair turn to each other, with an evil smirk mirrored on their mismatched faces. They then turn from that scene to another, planning to bring even more chaos between the worlds, if a safer kind than Discord was used to.