Two Worlds Collide: A Microscopic Tail

Huh, I'm getting the strangest sense of Deja Vu here. Well, no matter; two days have passed since humankind arrived in Equestria, and so far they were having a tough go of it. Whether they were eaten, stepped on, sat on, or worse, it was as apparent to all but the most dimwitted among them that they were no longer on top. Still, human kind was nothing if not stubborn, and it was in the home of a certain mint colored mare by the name of Lyra Heartstrings that we'll see just how far that determination went.

Originally, there were ten in the group of humans living in that particular part of Lyra's home. But whether by hoof fall, the elements, or simply disappearing, that number was quickly reduced to two--a Boy, and a Girl. Their names really weren't all that important, so we'll just refer to them by their genders.

"We're almost there..." grunted the girl. For some reason, after seeing the hoof of Lyra looming above them the night before, the Girl had come up with an idea that intellectually amounted to running in front of a train with your arms flailing in the air while screaming "I am the Queen, and you shall not pass!"

This idea--still terrible, by the way-- was to climb the leg of the nearby table so that, when the Giant sat back in its chair, the two humans could get her attention. The Boy agreed, and without wasting any more time the two began to climb. Now just to put this into perspective, that table leg was larger than a skyscraper. I have no idea how they got as high up as they did, and personally I think it might be best to just not think about it, but heedless of probability our two protagonists have just about reached the top in... lets see, seventeen, eighteen hours?

It should come as no surprise that their muscles were screaming at them. Their bodies--dehydrated and sore from the exertion--felt as if they were going to give out at any second. It was all they could do to just keep going, to keep the determination to live alive.

"Do you really think It will notice us?" The Boy was skeptical of the plan the Girl had made--after all, what did they really know about the giant? They didn't know if it was kind or cruel, male or female, or even if it spoke the same language. They were acting purely on hope at this point.

"It has too." replied the Girl, "It just has too..." It wasn't a very strong argument. In fact, it was probably the worst from a logical, emotional, metaphorical, and other words ending with -al standpoint. Bah, it is so hard to be unbiased when you have to Narrate such stupidity. Lets cut to another perspective, shall we?

From the perspective of Ms. Heartstrings, this was actually a fairly routine day. The Unicorn trotted about her house, musical numbers and ideas buzzing through her mind with every step until she eventually began to hum them to herself. She put a kettle on the stove for her morning Tea, opened the windows to let the cool winter air flow through her house, and set a plate at the table for her breakfast, all while humming a happy little tune.

How many humans do you think she killed just going about her morning routine? Remember, the Boy and Girl weren't the only ones in Lyra's home, just the only ones in that particular area. Anyone know the answer? No? Well, I do--I also know that Lyra had no knowledge of the two people standing on top of her plate, waving their hands and screaming for her attention.

You see? Standing in front of a train with their arms flailing. Now that I see it its actually rather amusing, though. They're trying so hard, but going about it completely the wrong way.

"That was and amazing way to wake up. Thanks for that, Lyra." Oh yes, Bon Bon was there too. She appeared from the upstairs bedroom; her coat, mane, and tail still wet from her morning shower.

"Thanks for returning the favor." laughed Lyra as her horn glowed with the golden color of her magic, "I'm so glad we decided to become roommates. Hey, you hungry? I was just about to make breakfast. "

"I wish I could, but I have to get to work. Hey, I'll see you tonight?"

"Sure thing!"

It was sex, by the way. Both mares were currently in heat, and there was really only one way to deal with that. It was oral, if I'm not mistaken... Just thought I would take the mystique out of that for you.

Anyway, as Bon Bon left the house, Lyra went about making her breakfast. First was the bread, obviously, which she gently placed on her plate. Then she levitated over a few Daffodils and Daisies, some lettuce and tomatoes, and a jar of Mayonnaise; each ingredient being added after the other. She wasn't aware that somewhere in the porous, grain-based surface of her bread two alien creatures were currently struggling not to become an extra flavor.

To the Girl and Boy, the bread was a labyrinthine hellscape of canyons, craters, and fibers only visible because of the faint amount of light shining through the holes.. Each subtle movement of the bread, whether it was from the plate moving or a knife smearing mayonnaise over its top, subjected the humans to tremor after tremor in their dark, sweet smelling prison.

Finally, they realized how terrible their idea was. The Boy had suggested they climb onto her plate, so that when she looked down to fill it Lyra would see the two of them. Perhaps it was the fatigue, or perhaps he truly was an idiot, either way the plan failed miserably. They tried to escape, of course; they weren't able to squeeze under the bread, so instead they opted to climb towards the light in hopes that they could reach the top of the slice and escape from there.

A few seconds in, and said light was blocked by flowers, before being replaced by the magic of Lyra's horn.

"You, my friend, are going to just what I need." Licking her lips, sitting in a rather uncomfortable looking position in her chair, the mare didn't hesitate to take a healthy bite of her sandwich. The tastes melded perfectly on her tongue as she masticated the meal into an indistinguishable mush, and with a drink from her tea she sent it sliding down her pony gullet and into her waiting belly below.

The two Humans could hear and feel their world breaking apart. Each bite brought with it a deafening crunch, each piece of the sandwich that was torn free caused the bread to shift and warp, blocking any hopes of the two from escaping. Tomato juices began to seep into the bread, drenching the two in its delectable flavor.

The Girl was the first to go. Without any time to prepare, Lyra's mouth closed over her section of bread and tore it from the rest. The smell of her breath was the first thing the Girl noticed; a cloying mix of morning breath and mint toothpaste, combined with the peppermint tea and the bitter smell of chewed up daffodils and daisies--with a musky overtone that the Girl wouldn't have recognized even if she were in a state of mind where she could.

It was the smell of Bon Bon's marehood, by the way. Sorry, but I feel its best to just come out and say it.

The Girl's lungs actively rebelled against the miasma; every breath she took of the stale, humid air of Lyra's maw was immediately forced back out. It wasn't nearly as bad to those more adequately sized, and may have even been pleasant, but to those forced to endure it in the same manner the Girl had? It was anything but.

It didn't help that the large slimy muscle of Lyra's tongue lifted, threw, and smashed the Girl and sandwich around her mouth, her screams of fear and despair being drowned out by the wet sloshing and gnashing of her teeth. Honestly, it was only by sheer luck that she avoided being grinded into a bloody pulp by motions of the mare's jaw.

It didn't take long at all before she was coated head to toe in the pony's spit--but even worse than that, gallons of the thick, viscous fluid found their way down the Girl's throat and into her own belly. Even if she spit it up, it was only a matter of time before more of the foul tasting liquid forced its way back in.

For briefest of seconds the motions stopped, and the Girl, in her foolishness hoped that meant her suffering was at an end.

It wasn't. The tongue swept across Lyra's mouth, gathering up all mashed up bits of food--and human--to its center before sending it down to her stomach with an ear shattering 'gulp'.

The Girl could only scream as she was pulled into the mare's esophagus. The powerful muscles took charge and, within a few seconds, both Girl and food was send free falling into the chamber that was the pony's belly. The smell... it was incomprehensible. It was the smell of vomit, of peppermint and flowers mingled with the musky scent of Bon Bon, all amplified by a million. It was stuffy, humid, and the heat was like being trapped in an oven.

The Girl landed in a growing sea of acid, tea, and mush, the only sound she could hear being the gurgling and sloshing of the stomach as it digested its meal, accompanied by the thump-thump of Lyra's heartbeat. It was as if the musical pony's body was giving the Girl some sick orchestra for her demise.

Earth horses may not have been able to digest meat, but in Equestria ponies ate rocks. Rocks! Honestly, I don't even want to know how acidic their stomachs would be to be able to process that! Regardless, the Girl was quickly swallowed up in acid and digested alongside the rest of the meal, even as more and more fell into the chamber, while outside Lyra gave a satisfied sigh and finished her cup of tea.

With that out of the way, she grabbed her lyre and her saddlebags and, with a pep in her step, trotted outside to Ponyville proper.

Oh, I almost forgot about the Boy. Well, as Lyra made her way through town--once more humming the tune she was no certain she would be playing-- the Boy was actually trapped beneath her tongue. Though unable to escape then bread, the Boy had more time to prepare for the inevitable than the Girl had. When the Lyra took her next bite he wasted no time in jumping behind her teeth. He had hoped that by doing so, he would avoid being swallowed like his brief companion was, and that eventually he would have a chance to slip past her lips while she was talking.

He endured tidal waves of saliva, the battering of the tongue as it constantly hit him from above, and the blistering heat of the tea as it washed over him before vanishing down her throat. He was in rough shape, and between the chewing and humming his eardrums were close to bursting, but more importantly than that he was alive.

And not simply content with floating around in a pool of spit, the Boy decided it was time to make his move. He was weak, and his movement sluggish, but ever so slowly he pulled himself up to her gums and began to climb the back of her teeth. His lungs burned for proper air, not the reeking stench of this pony's breath.

Sadly, his plans for escape weren't meant to be. Before he could make it so much as half way through, a deafening explosion of sound roared through Lyra's mouth. His body was smashed mercilessly against the back of the mare's tooth, before falling back into the now much larger pool of liquid. The Boy couldn't even manage a breath of anything before once more being struck by the now flailing tongue.

"Thank you! I just thought of the song today. Come back tomorrow, I'm sure I'll have another one." Lyra offered her best grin to the other pony, who naturally returned it in kind, before once more going back to her lyre. Unfortunately, the Boy's attempt at escape had brought some awareness of his presence to the unaware mare, but not in the way he had hoped.

It was mostly subconscious, her tongue prodding and lifting the speck from beneath it before shifting it between her teeth. Lyra had thought the Boy a grain from her meal, and dealt with it as any pony would. As her teeth fell upon it, she correctly thought she tasted the coppery hint of blood, but it was soon overpowered by the natural flavors of her mouth.

The human's remains were swallowed, all the while Lyra continued to hum and play for the enjoyment of others.