Scootaloo looked at the flower in her hooves, the thing smelling of magic that even her senses couldn’t miss. She’d worked hard to acquire it, getting Applebloom to fess up to how she’d really contracted Cutie Pox, and then ding all those chores for Zecora. Oh, the zebra knew what she wanted, or so she thought, and after making her work for it, she’d finally, after all these months, given her the bloom.
“Seems like such a simple thing,” she commented, more to herself than anypony around her in the cafe she was sitting it, swishing the thing in front of her nose as she stared at it from every angle. For all the work she’d seen go into the growing of it, the Heart’s Desire did appear to be nothing more than a simple plant, but it, according to the Zebra, granted wishes, and she fluttered her wings at the thought of what she was about to do.
“So, you’ll fulfill my deepest desires...too good to be true, and yet…,” she trailed off as she stared at the plant, then idly at Rainbow Dash. She imagined flying alongside the mare, who was sitting at a table across the way, waiting for her order along with Twilight. Then she imagined being Dash. Being the fastest flier in Equestria, in the world, in the UNIVERSE! She wanted it, she wanted to be Rainbow so badly.
“Well, here goes...something,” she said, as she opened her mouth, and then with her eyes tightly shut, expecting a taste like medicine, she shoved the whole of her Heart’s Desire into her maw. The instead the flower touched her tongue, she felt it. The shock of magic as it flowed into her system, the power, like lightning, racing through her body, making her feel like she could zip off and cross the ocean in a single flap of her wings.
“I want to be like Rainbow. To know what she feels like, deep down inside,” she said to herself, trying to focus her will on the magic, and then nearly biting her tongue as the feeling consolidated on the long member, and then shocked out into her teeth, making her jaw clenched shut, as she felt the world sort of fade away, like she was floating in a bubble of magic, which then rocketed forward.
When Scootaloo came back to herself, her body felt, paradoxically, both heavier than she’d ever felt before, and yet, lighter too. She opened her eyes, but then was forced to close them again, as the light beyond her was...bright wasn’t the right word. Intense was. It was like staring right into a small flame in the middle of a darkened room on a cloudy night, and she had to blink several times to bring the world into focus.
When she did, she saw around her something that was beyond description. The town of Ponyville, the trees of the Everfree, even the great mountain of Canter, with Canterlot dotting its side was gone. Instead, around her was a vast plain. It stretched outwards in every direction, like the badlands around Appleloosa, and yet, even those dusty sands had things that ended them, things that broke the uniform floor.
This, instead, was a wide, open area, with nothing to mar the look of the white around her. Her vision went off into the wide plain, and she tried to see the edge of it, but as she stared deeper, her eyes watered, and all she could tell that the plain seemed to end abruptly some distance ahead, like it just sort of fell away into a massive crevasse, and beyond that, some kind of brown wall.
Then her feathers perked up, as they felt movement. Oddly, she didn’t. In fact, she’d felt nothing at all while standing here. Not even wind or the air. It was like she was in a still, calm pocket, protected from everything. Or perhaps, just so below the notice of the wind, that it refused to touch her. She shook her head, wondering where that thought had come from, and then closed her eyes, stretching her wings out as far as they would go.
She fluttered a bit, working her feathers out, and then just stood there. She could feel the air now, all around her. She stretched farther, reaching out until she could actually feel those walls of brown she could barely see, and then farther still. Suddenly, she found warm wind, like a typhoon off a southern sea, and then she found drops of moisture in it, then she found a massive tunnel from which the wind came and then…
Her eyes shot open, her vision clearing up as something about her pegasus sense of the air seemed to fuse with her eyes to give her a clearer picture of the world around her. She saw the white plain now was not solid at all. Instead, she was just so small she was between the deep circular holes that dotted it, and then beyond that, she found the brown wall was literally part of the same ground.
It was a piece of bread. The white was the soft inner stuff, the brown, the crust. Below that, she could sense the moisture on some fresh lettuce and tomato, as well as the dry air around some hay, which sucked in all the water it could even now. Below that, another slice of bread, and then a hoof. A blue hoof, she knew, as her vision became filled with something beyond the sandwich she was standing on.
Dash, Rainbow Miriam Dash, was holding her lunch, a nice hay sandwich, with all the stuff in it grown locally so it was still ripe and juicy. She’d ordered it, but had to wait for Twilight’s food to arrive too, makinger her grumble a bit as Twilight always liked the hayburgers instead, which took longer to make...for reasons Dash herself didn’t know, and really didn’t think about except when it made her wait like this.
Finally, however, her friend’s food had arrived, and as the two were about to tuck into their meals, she told Twilight she was going to do some training, probably fly around the town a bit, then, look around for Scootaloo. She’d give the filly a few one on one lessons on flight, and then give her some time in the air by carrying her around. Still, first she needed to eat, and as such, she opened her mouth, and moved to shove the whole sandwich into it.
Scootaloo on that sandwich, stared into the enormous maw of the older pony, and couldn’t move. Oh, she was panicked beyond a capacity for thought, or frozen in fear. Pegasi didn’t actually have that instinct...except Fluttershy anyway. No, their response to things like this, impossible fights, was to run, and usually get a battle herd together, and those instincts were screaming into the orange filly’s ear to do just that.
Her legs refused to cooperate, however, and instead she was held on the sandwich, unable to move as it was pushed forward, her mane not even moving as the air was literally too large to touch her, and instead she was forced to watch as Dash ate her, shoving the whole of her lunch into her mouth with a single push, and then clamping her teeth, mountains of white, together with a sound she felt rather than heard.
All at once, she was unfrozen, the force holding her let her go, but it was far, far too late to do anything. Oddly, she could see, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that horribly, she could see, more clearly than she should have thanks to her pegasus senses, as Dash’s tongue moved, the mammoth organ somehow flowing like it was a liquid rather than a solid, undulating with a current as it pushed the sandwich, which was soaking with spit, towards her teeth.
Scoots ran as the molars above started to fill the sky, but her run was not something that could cover miles in seconds, leaving her still running as the teeth came together. Below, she could feel the sandwich breaking apart, as cliff like edges cut into the bread, tomato, hay, and lettuce, carving through miles of the stuff, even as the set atop fell towards her, making her finally duck down, not cowering, but covering her head, anticipating the end in a crunch.
Oddly, the crunch didn’t happen, and instead she felt like she was in a sponge, causing her to open her eyes and find that all around her, the teeth had come together, but her size was such that even the seemingly tightly packed teeth had a mile or more of space between them. Letting her sit there, in a pile of chewed goop atop the molar of the bottom jaw, as it pulled away from the top.
Of course, that motion carried with it its own peril, as the jaw sloped as it lowered. For Scootaloo, the motion might as well have been the rotation of a planet, as she couldn’t feel it at all, but the food around her could, and a waterfall of spit and sandwich mush, a waterfall that carried her over the edge, to land on the tongue below with a splash, as the pooled saliva on its surface was an ocean to her.
Scoots found then that, oddly, she didn’t breath. This was discovered mostly during a flailing try to find the surface, as the spit held her down like it was made of peanut butter, making her every motion slower. Yet her lungs did not burn with the need for air. That thought was making her wonder what was up, when the spit suddenly sucked away, and she fell again, this time landing with a wet slap against the tongue.
Coughing, trying to get her bearings, Scootaloo looked around at the cavern of soft flesh and hard teeth around her. Rainbow’s mouth was full of debris, piles of it higher than the world sitting in the space between her teeth. She stared in awe at all this, and then, turned her head to see something that literally short circuited her brain, making her head lean to the side as her eyes sort of unfocusedly stared at it.
“We’ve got incoming food, and looks like a few bits of Bac on the lettuce. Keep telling City Hall they need to only order good Sweet Apple grown stuff,” said a voice over a loadspeaker from a whirly gig thing. It was like that pedal thing Pinkie Pie used to fly sometimes. In fact, it was about twenty of them, and they all pulled out canons on the side, which slid and clicked into place, manned by things that looked like ponies, but with blue bodies outlined in lighter blue skin.
“Yeah, yeah, just get us closer,” said one of the ponies on the outside, and then pulled the trigger. Scoots watched as the ‘canon’ made a spit noise, and suddenly glowing saliva shot out of it. Following the arc, she watched as the projectiles smashed into...she thought they looked like bacteria from her biology textbook. The glowing spit made the stuff explode into sparkling lights the moment it touch it, and she was left blinded for a moment, blinking away spots.
“Got a live one over there!” shouted a third voice, and when Scootaloo could finally see again, she watched as some of those whirly gigs started to come her way, making her instincts kick in. She ran, in the opposite direction of the threat. The issue here was that, despite her size, she was right on the edge of a long drop, the tongue sloping backwards as she went, and suddenly sending her sliding into the abyss that was the back of Rainbow Dash’s throat, her eyes going upwards as she tried to find some purchase on the slimy surface, only to fall on the oddest sight yet. A bit of text on Dash’s uvula ‘Discord was Here’, that made her lose focus just long enough to slip right off the back of the tongue and into open space.
She screamed as she fell, not that it did much good. No one, not even Gilda’s sensitive ears, could have heard somepony at her size. Still, it felt like the right thing to do, as she caught up with a bit of movement, the walls moving in and out around the throat, and she realized she’d actually avoided being swallowed with Dash’s lunch, only to fall in amongst it here, the throat not even noticing her tiny form as she dropped down towards the stomach.
The fall was, oddly, not as long as she’d have expected. Given her size, the distance from the mouth to the stomach was farther than the moon to Equestria. Odder still, her eyes fell on something that silenced her screams, as in the side of the throat, a billboard, a real one that seemed made to her scale, had been built, proclaiming in an array of rainbow colors and neon lights, that she was now ‘Welcome to the City of Rainbow Dash’.
That sign passed, and suddenly she was in a wide open space. She was in Dash’s stomach. But here too, there was just something odd. This was not some massive pit of digestive juices, with just a bubbling cauldron of the stuff to break down her food, which hissed and churned as the remains of the sandwich fell into it.
Well, at least, it wasn’t just that, as her eyes beheld a city. It looked sort of like Manehatten, but more...modern, was the only word she could think of. She saw skyscrapers waaay taller than she had ever seen...in proportion anyway. She saw lights in many windows, and most of all, she saw pony things, like the weird things in the whirly gigs, all moving about their lives, walking on roads built between buildings.
Her wide eyed look was cut off as she splashed down without warning, breaching the surface of the sea of gastric juices with a kersplosh that sent the stuff several miles high in proportion. It was actually higher than Applebloom’s record at the swimming hole, and had she not been imagining she was about to be melted, she might have appreciated that fact more as her hooves swung wildly in every direction.
Luckily for her, she wasn’t something the sharks...acids...the things that were breaking up the sandwich, were interested in, leaving her just sort of pony paddling for a while as she broke the surface with a gasp, and then felt a weird pressure beneath her, as some kind of net was raised out of the stomach juices, and dragged her upwards till she was eye level with the deck of a boat.
“Well, well, isn’t this a pretty catch?” said a familiar voice, and Scootaloo’s eyes, already wide, nearly popped out of her head as the speaker, a pony/cell thing, stood before her, looking like just like Dash. As did the one next to her. And the one next to that.
“Think she’s from the City of Scootaloo? We know she’s been taking immigrants from us, the way she saves those hairs, maybe city hall finally returned the favor?” said one of the non-Dash cell ponies, actually looking like Applejack for some reason. To her credit, Scootaloo took one of the cellponies’ offered hooves, stepping down from the net, and only then passed out. She was about to have a very interesting day trip to the city.
