Author's Note

Our first session, and a lot of fun. Actually, this was my first RP in a while, and it was nice to find a partner who tried to keep up in terms of length. Sadly, like I said, I'm not going to edit these, so as to preserve their authenticity. Like Nintendo leaving it bad controls in their remakes. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy reading this.

Themes: Macro/Micro, Unaware, Vore, Trapped in Stomach

Macro Zecora: Zecora

Myself: Jon(Human)

Zecora in the Woods

Zecora inhaled the cool evening air. It had taken all day, but it was finally done. She had created the largest pieces of bread Equestria had ever seen. Each one over 100 feet in length and width. Now she was going to finally be able to enjoy the simple pleasure of eating a sandwich again, something she hadn’t experienced since becoming a macro. The only question left was what exactly she wanted to put on it.

Jon looked around the woods, wondering just where the hell he was. He’d been intending on taking a nice trip between towns, figuring it would be a few hours of hiking, and he’d be there, but...something had happened. The trees seemed different, like they were from a whole other world, and worse, he could smell things he knew weren’t right. Water? There wasn’t a lake or river in these woods. Worse, he could kind of smell bread, fresh baked stuff, and that just wasn’t right. So he continued forward, shaking his phone, and hoping its GPS would come back online sometime soon.

The zebra meticulously placed tiny slices of cheese on the great loaves, but it was going to be far from enough. She needed some vegetables, and figured she would go with her old favorite, maple trees. She got up and took a few steps away from her bread. Of course, given her gigantic size, a few steps equated to several miles. She looked down at a tiny grove of her favorite food and licked her lips, wondering how it would taste on her sandwich.

Suddenly, the ground around him shook, like with an earthquake-y feel to it, and Jon dove down, trying to get out from under a group of trees. This brought him to the middle of a clearing in the center of a maple tree grove. Then the earthquake repeated, but harder, making him wonder just what the heck was going on. Then it did it again, and he bounced a little on the ground, before suddenly the sky went dark, and he looked upwards to find himself staring at what looked like a weird woman, with striped skin, and a mohawk, who stood a hundred feet or more tall.

More than a hundred feet tall was an understatement. The titanic creature stood almost 1500 feet into the air, making her the size of a skyscraper. The thing had the features of a zebra, but the body structure of a human. It crouched down over the grove, wearing nothing but a well-worn loincloth to cover itself with. Suddenly, a pair of fingers the size of a city bus crashed down and plucked up a tree a scant 20 feet from where the human was standing. It was raised up a massive distance, before the creature plopped the tree into her mouth and swallowed it, looking quite satisfied with the sample.

Jon couldn’t do anything but stare as she moved, her body so huge that it defied his attempts to see the whole thing when she stood up. Worse, however, was when she moved, leaning down. That simple action made enough wind that he was blown back by it, bracing himself against a tree. Then her fingers came down. Two massive digits, their size allowing him to see them fully, and the fur that covered her arm as she reached down. At first, he thought she was going to squash him, but then she closed her fingers around the top of the tree he was leaning against. Scrambling, he nearly got dragged along with it as the roots tore free of the ground, his feet getting caught in the wood, before he was able to break away. He dropped several feet, and rolled along the ground, coughing and sputtering as he did so, due to the cloud of dust in the air. When he stopped finally, he wheezed as he looked upwards, and saw her toss the tree into her mouth, the thing not even a mouthful to her, and she swallowed it with a gulp. Then she stepped forward, and his sky darkened overhead with her foot, making him scream as he ran, just making it away when the limb slammed into the ground, and tossed him forward.

“Oh yes.” Zecora licked her lips at the trees nice sweet flavor. “I think these will do nicely.” She reached down and grabbed dozens of trees from the ground at once, carving a massive swath of devastation through the grove and picking up quite a bit of the ground as well. She started flipping through the trees she had collected, checking them to make sure none of them weren’t fresh and tossing aside a pair that weren’t to her liking. She could have sworn she heard some yelling, but simply dismissed it as the high winds blowing through the trees’ leaves.

Her body moved again, and this time she squatted even lower, making the air pressure go up, and forcing the wind from Jon’s lungs in a harsh wheeze. Still gasping for breath, and barely able to move, he was suddenly aware of a sound like a great earthmover machine tearing apart the ground, and watched as the zebra woman began to gather more of the trees into her hands. Then she tore a pair from the ground near him, and he was drawn up into the sky with him, his body tangled amid the roots and then branches as she turned the tree over. Thinking for a moment that she would toss him into her mouth as she had done with the others, he tried to scream out, but even as he caught his breath, her ears were simply too far away. Worse, her eyes scanned the trees, and even as he tried to wave at her, the leaves hid him from her sight, forcing him to watch as she turned away from him.

Zecora stomped back to her bread with her trees in tow. She could have sworn she felt movement against her hand, but assumed it to be a timber wolf, a treat she considered to be quite a delicacy. After all, it couldn't possibly be a pony. No pony was foolish enough to wander around in her woods. Upon returning to the bread, she gently placed the trees down on the bread and spread them out, so they wouldn't all be clustered in one area. She licked her lips again at the sight of the half made sandwich, completely unaware of the fact she had picked up a little extra protein to go with all that fiber.

Jon panicked as her mouth came close to him, and he could see her muzzle open a bit. Her maw was like one would expect, a gargantuan tongue, teeth that looked like mountains, and worse of all, a hot, warm wind that blew over his body, leaving tiny drops of saliva on him. Desperately, he clawed his way out of the tree he was in, only to nearly fall out of it, as the zebra lady shifted her grip, lowering him to her side, and leaving him frustratingly clawing at her flesh, trying to get her to realize he was in her hand. Then he dropped, and once again, the wind was taken from his lungs by how fast he moved. Gasping, trying to catch his breath, he floundered onto something soft as the hand holding the trees opened, and he spilled out onto something. It was like a thick, firm mattress, with bits of it tearing away as the trees landed all around him. Then her hand came down, a finger poking into the small mound of wood, and moving them around. The logs slammed deafeningly into each other, threatening to crush him several times, but after a few chaotic seconds, everything finally went still, and he found himself trapped beneath a maple tree, at the bottom of a pile of them, only unhurt due to the ground beneath him giving to their weight.

Zecora knew that it took more than trees to make a good sandwich, you needed a sauce, and right now, she wanted ketchup. Thankfully for her, she had been saving up for this and had collected a vast amount of tomatoes. For just such an occasion. She held up a handful. There were thousands of them, if not millions. A few dropped from her hands and onto the sandwich, one landing just next to Jon’s face. As for the rest, the titanic fingers slowly squeezed around the vegetables, causing them to explode into chunks of thick red juice witch dripped down to the bread below, completely saturating the trees.

Jon struggled to get out from under the trees, wondering just what the heck was going on. He was so focused on this, that he didn’t even look up when the sky turned dark again, and instead his first warning of something going wrong was something splatting down near him. Turning from his trapped legs, he saw what looked like a tomato, splattered on the tree right next to his head. Following its path, he looked upwards just in time to see the zebra lady’s fingers close on a huge batch of tomatoes, their juice pouring out towards him, and making him close his mouth, even as he rolled as best he could, and covered his head. Seconds later, the warm, wet goop poured from the sky like rain, soaking into everything, getting his hair mussy, and making it impossible to breath for a moment, before he found that the stuff was thick enough that it raised the tree up. Sadly, the goop was also thick enough he could barely move in it, and merely got his head above it, still trapped, as he looked up towards the zebra woman, while coughing and sputtering.

Zecora then sprinkled some rock-salt onto her meal. It wouldn't be edible by a normal pony, but her stomach was capable of digesting almost anything if she had enough time. At last, her masterpiece sandwich was nearing completion. She closed the two pieces of bread on top of each other and took a partially large pine tree that had been sharpened into a toothpick and pierced it through the sandwich, before placing a despondent-looking timber wolf on top.

Jon swam through the goop as best he could, eventually grabbing onto a tree, and pulling himself out of it, just in time for the zebra lady to start showering rocks down into the sea of red gunk and trees. Diving down below again, he watched as fist sized hail tore down into the tomato paste, creating holes for a moment or two, before they sealed back up. When at last, the stuff stopped, he got back out, just in time to see her hand lifting something up, and then holding it overhead. It blocked out the sun, and for a moment, he could only see darkness, then he started to scream, as he recognized what it was, and knew what was beneath him. It was a slice of bread, huge as the zebra woman, and she was bringing it down onto the top of another slice he was sitting on. He scrambled to get out of the soon to be finished sandwich, but he was barely able to move a few feet, before it came down, pressing into the contents, and pushing him once more beneath the ketchup. Blubbering, making bubbles in the gunk, he forced his way out, and took a huge gasp, looking up to find the sky replaced with bread. Seconds later, a huge tree, bigger than the maples, slammed down through the bread, tearing through it, and he quickly saw a way out. Adrenaline fueled his struggles, as he pulled himself up long the pine’s trunk, and then emerged onto the top of the sandwich, just in time to watch as the zebra woman dropped something that looked like a wolf made of logs onto the top with him, the thing looking horrified, even as Jon himself watched her eyes look at him, and he knew she only saw a meal.

The giant zebra picked up the sandwich and brought it up to her lips, her powerful teeth slicing through the trees as if they were nothing. The plant-like wolf was absolutely terrified by all the chaos going on around it and the strange creature. It flailed around to pull itself out of the mass of tomato pulp, accidentally scratching Jon a few times in the the process. Untimely, this would prove to be the wolf’s undoing, as the relatively dry area it ran to was then sliced in two by her powerful incisors, giving Jon a front row view as he saw the wolf pounded into splinters by teeth the size of refrigerators. The zebra swallowed the part of the sandwich with the wolf in it, savoring the elemental hound’s flavor. Jon gasped, the giant was going to take another bite, and unless a miracle happened, he knew he was going to be next.

The hands of the giantess came down, and her fingers pressed into the bread, causing indents in the stuff that forced him to grab onto the tree, or roll into the valleys and be crushed beneath her grip. This meant he was forced to watch as the world dropped away, and then felt as if his stomach dropped into his feet as he was dragged upwards into the sky. The ride stopped suddenly, and he went flying, nearly landing atop the wolf thing, which he’d thought was normal sized, but it was in fact, several times large than it should have been. Then it began to panic, and he was forced to dodge clawing branches and other things, the legs catching him, and causing him to cry out, even as the force of the blow knocked him away. It seemed this was a thing of luck, as the zebra’s muzzle came down, and her teeth gleamed like blades as they sliced into the sandwich, the front teeth sealing the wolf thing inside her maw. With a pull back, revealing a city block’s worth of bread was gone, she began to chew her mouthful, the sounds coming from inside as her jaw dropped and came together like massive machines. Once, when her jaw parted just enough, Jon could see inside, and spotted the wolf, who dove towards the light, only for her teeth to come together with a horrid crunching sound, the wolf reduced to splinters, the flew around the maw, and then were chewed again, and again, before her lips sealed, and he head tilted back. She gave a powerful swallow, her neck bulging, and her neck rings clacking together with a bell like sound, before she opened wide again, and all Jon could do was scream, as she brought the sandwich towards her mouth.

The zebra’s warm breath washed over Jon as her mouth slowly drifted over the part of the sandwich he was trapped in. He was safe from her teeth for now, but all around him her heard trees cracking as her teeth crunched through the sandwich. His stomach lurched again as he felt the morsel of food enter her mouth. Saliva dripped down the pink and humid walls, splashing everywhere and making the bread he was trapped between very soggy. He could’ve probably escaped by this point, but where would he possibly go!? He was trapped in a giant zebra woman’s mouth. Instead he clung to a nearby maple tree as he watched others get ground into mulch by her relentlessly crunching teeth.

Her mouth was quick to overtake him, moving what looked like hundreds of feet over the sandwich, and then her teeth dove down. The moment they touched the bread, the atmosphere became oppressive, as it felt like some heavy, warm rain was falling. Better, saliva drops bigger than he was splashed down everywhere, at least removing the ketchup goop from his clothing, but leaving him soaked. Then she separated the chunk of sandwich in her mouth from the rest, and it all turned to chaos. Bread, trees, rocks, everything spilled out onto her tongue. That included the human, who landed with a splat on the long, thin, member, which undulated beneath him, less a solid than a liquid. Luckily, he landed near a tree, the light coming in between the lips just enough to see by, so he dove towards it, then watched in horror and fascination, as she began to chew. From inside her maw, it was so...wild, to watch as the tongue pushed the stuff in between her teeth, which came together with a horrible crunching sound, rending the stuff between them down to gravel, that mixed with her spit into paste. This repeated again, and his tree moved, but not forward. No, he was just a bit to far back in her mouth, and instead, he began to slip towards the back of her tongue, reaching the yawning abyss, his tree slipping off into the throat without him able to do a thing about it.

The powerful pulsing of the throat muscles carried the tree down to the zebra’s belly, taking Jon with it. He had been lucky to avoid being too badly hurt in the chaos that was going on her mouth. Now he would be slowly dissolved by her stomach. He clawed and braced at the walls of her esophagus, but was so small and insignificant that the giant zebra didn’t even notice his futile struggles. Then, a fist-sized chunk of salt struck him near the temple, causing him to black out momentary, when he came to a second later he was helplessly plummeting towards a pulsating orifice valve that uncountable led to her stomach. All he could do was hope that it would be quick.

The sounds of a living body surrounded him, and oddly, they were soothing. The roar of lungs as they expanded, drawing in a ton of air, and then let it out a gale. The rush of blood as it flowed through the veins behind the walls, sounding like water moving through pipes. The thudding of the heart, rhythmic and true, the beat to which everything else moved. He let it all pass by him, however, as one sound kept him high on adrenaline. The sound of a gurgling stomach. He tried to brace the walls, but he was so small that they barely came close enough together to reach them. If not for the tree beneath him, he’d have actually been free falling, in fact, and worse than that, small bits were raining down from above, unnoticed bits of refuse sliding off the back of her tongue, even as his fingers found not a single bit of traction along the slimy walls. Finally, when he felt like his heart would burst, a stone, a bit of rock salt, smashed into his face, and made him swoon for a moment, letting his body rest just long enough that he felt like falling asleep. Then the world dropped away, and he fell down into a churning pit. The log dove into the water, like a spear, the liquids bubbling and hissing as it entered, and was reduced to next to nothing by the acids. He fell slightly slower, but dove beneath those waves himself, expecting a quick end. Instead, it was merely warm water, that got up in his nose, and made him cough as it tried to force its way into his mouth. Nearly chocking as he tried to breath through it, he swam upwards, and took a deep gasp of fetid air, before swimming, finding a large log that was holding together, and climbing on. Around him, the zebra woman’s body processed her meal, and he was trapped within her, the stomach acids doing nothing to him, he noted, but making it impossible for him to leave.

Jon couldn't believe it. He watched in amazement as the log he was clinging to slowly disintegrated around him. He even saw the unlucky plant-wolf dissolving into pudding off to the side. Though it seemed impossible, the acids were leaving him completely unharmed. He wondered if this creature, which was clearly a herbivore by nature, had evolved a stomach that broke down only plant-based organic material. Whatever the reason was, he was happy to be alive as her stomach churned and bubbled. He had to be careful, though, as more and more food kept raining down of him. But eventually, it stopped, and he heard a satisfied sigh, followed by a drum-like noise that was likely the zebra patting her own belly. Her breathing slowed and it seemed more than likely that she had drifted off to sleep. Jon was alive, but seemed stuck, with no way out. Except one. A really unpleasant one. He sighed, he could go down that route, or he could stay here and try to live off of her as a parasite. He wasn’t sure what to do, but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that the next 24 hours were gonna suck.