The Lucky Star in the Setting Sunset

The Lucky Star in the Shinning Sunset
B_25 & Alexshark

Lucky Star was different from the rest, not due to her ability to be cheekily kind to others, nor because of the faint, creamy green of her skin—hair much like toothpaste, violet and white—but because she was all of the above despite being an inch tall... in a world of towering giants.

Days were different for her because of it. Even though her home had been optimized for one of her size—that didn't stop a morning routine feeling still like an adventure and an odyssey. Despite having every right to be entitled to help, Lucky forwent it when she could, wanting to take the strain off those close to her.

She had her own room which she complained about night and day. Most of the space went unused, but as her caretakers had said, every girl deserves the privacy of her own room. It didn't mean she didn't give them trouble for it. But such digs were effortlessly returned by her loved ones.

The bathroom had been a similar story.

Thankfully the tiles of the floor were always warmed due to the capability of their drastic effect upon her. Lucky had shivered at previous memories. During a night in winter, a light night call to the bathroom had range. Exploring across those far, spanning tiles of white licked her feet with the same coldness of ice.

First time Lucky ever felt the need to take a jacket to the toilet.

Fortunately, things had gotten better as they went along. There'd been a rope tied to the side of the sink, allowing for her to climb without the need of others. Her caretakers worried about the extra exercise and danger of climbing a mile of rope every day—something Lucky would tease the gut of her father for.

Rather, the feeling of climbing the long rope to the sky, while the vast, monolithic backdrop of the bathroom surrounded her... had ingrained something special into the tiny girl. That even though the world was large, dangerous and untamed, that she could traverse it. Like others had done in a time long before.

Baths were swimming pools to her now. Upon reaching the surface of the sink, a rope had been tied around both of its handles, allowing her to groan and pull one of them forward and then back. The porcelain bowl filling with tides of warm water. Guards had been set around the drain, denying any possibility of becoming flushed away.

Bathing. Brushing her teeth. Swimming.

Going to school, however, was not an act she did alone. When the thuds against the long, wide, towering door came, Lucky was already standing at its base. In a comical sense of humour, an even smaller door had been carved at its very bottom—something which a single knuckle of a back of a finger would tap again.

And when Lucky stepped out, there would be the height of her friends, waiting and smiling. One of them would lift her to their shoulder, where she held a thick vine that had been a strand of their hair, watched the giant world blurred on by as the friends hurried to the car.

It should be unexpected that, upon reaching the same school and the same classes, that Lucky's start desk would be, in fact, a merely smaller desk set at the top-left corner of her friend's desk.

Much to the irritation of her teachers, this allowed for easier cheating for Lucky.

But on this particular day was when the steady but contained rhythm of adventure had changed. It came weeks before but didn't quite settle in until now. Most had either been understanding or not caring for Lucky's condition.

Due to her kindness and her wit, that smart-ass with a heart of gold, none ever attempted to bully her. Those who even thought about it had close to a whole school to worry about chasing them down.

There had been one student, however, who did not care. The recently made 'queen-bitch' of the school. Earning her status with none daring to fend against her. All merely cleared the way, looked away, and hoped to go on in peace.

Although on this very day.

Lucky Star and Sunset Shimmer had run into each other.

“Wouldn't you know? The tiny twerp has come out to play.” Lucky laid back in a daze, unsure as to the lack of air in her chest. Her body ached, limbs made sore, something large kicked into the whole of her. “Don't you know pests are kept in cages for reasons? Little mice that stalk the halls are bound to get kicked by walking feet.”

Something fell from the blurry and shining sky, two pillars of orange, slender and long, the plush surfaces of their tips pressing into the sides of her body. They lifted her. Wind whizzing and voices falling into sounds. Plucked from the ground to the sky in under a second.

“From a former freak to another? Don't try to be normal unless you can actually make it.” In the distance there was the rising of cloth, the fabric of thinness, light-blue, sprawling upward across the giant, taut tummy. “Trying to walk the halls like everyone else is going to show you why you're not like everyone else. Be glad I didn't step on you.”

Lucky Star dangled her legs in the open air, faintly feeling the curve of the hand beneath her shoes. Her body arched freely in the tight grip upon her, able to lean back while shaking her head, the support on her sides solid. “Nngnnmm. E-Ever... hear the phrase watch where you're going at all?”

“Wouldn't you know it? The little girl has some spunk after all.” The rising cloth shifted while Lucky was lifted, the wide plains of the tummy switching now to the beginning of mountains, the curve of the gentle breasts straining the material of the shirt. “Here I thought being tiny would make you timid. Don't think I mean that in a good way.”

“Everyone is w-weak in one way or... another.” Lucky shook her head a final time, coming to grip the side of it to support herself. Her limp body still felt heavy—but not any damage to it. All she needed to do was sit it out for a few minutes. “It's in compensating for each other we become strong. This is on you.”

“I'm sure the raccoon ran over on the highway feels the same way.” Finally, the mass of the chest lowered to the sunny sky made of a single face. The expanse features of Sunset's expression devoured every inch of Lucky's vision. “People can't be perfect. We only change for things worthwhile.”

Despite the terror of being held by the bully, hovered before the monolithic maliciousness of her expression... Lucky still found a way to cross her arms. Another vow she'd made to herself. Everyone feared something. Maybe she had more things to fear. But never would she allow herself to become afraid.

“But don't you worry now! Unlike a raccoon, you do mean something more—like a pet.” Sunset's grin had then split the sun, the narrowing of her eyes focusing more unpleasant energy upon the little one. “A unique one, aren't you? How'd you like to be kept in a cage? Better yet, you should be worn like a novelty.”

Lucky still didn't budge. With her arms still crossed, she narrowed her own eyes, taking zero shit.

“C'mon! It's not even all outrageous.” Sunset chuckled with a burst of laughter booming on the ears. The sinister delight she derived from twisting fears finally elicited a shiver from the little one. “Some dogs even come with handbags! Though, of course, even that is too large for you.”

“You put me in a handbag,” Lucky said in reply, those crossed arms becoming fists at the end, “and that velvet material is going to have a lot of holes.”

“So that's how you deal with the world? Always thinking there's a way out, don't ya?” Sunset then licked her lips, the titan of her tongue slipping out from the lips—almost like a leviathan peeking out from the surface of the water. “Maybe I had the right idea with a cage. One hanging from the end of a necklace.”

“You should tell all of this to a mirror,” Lucky replied upon feeling herself being hoisted up. Without revealing it, something strange had ravaged her body. Little tingles creeping across her spine. The tip of that tongue peeking out, allowing only a glimpse between those lips, a tight slit to the moist cavern of the mouth within. “You'd get a better reaction.”

“Now that won't do at all! Little twerps need to know their place or else they're bound to make the same mistakes! Can't have you thinking silly things—like you're normal, or that there's always a way out.” Sunset shook her head slowly with a cheeky clicking of her teeth. Her other finger wiggled in the air. “You're going to get stepped on or hurt if you think of yourself as anything more than an intelligent insect. Trust me, no amount of friends or methods can save you from some cold truth.”

“I had some microwaves made for my size.” Lucky felt her lips hurt from how much they smiled. The wit behind her words always soothed her soul during terrible storms of terror. “Whatever you find cold I'm sure we can warm up in one.”

Sunset giggled. She seemed genuinely impressed. Her head tilted back and her expression changed from predator to prey to a game between equals. Even though she held the whole of the girl between two plush fingertips—the mutual will and exchange of philosophy had evened the field between them.

“Y'know, if you were a normal-sized girl, then I might have felt threatened by you.” Sunset glanced sideways, keeping her gaze away, a smile forming far below. “You have more reasons to be afraid than anyone here. Yet look at everyone else.”

Lucky didn't follow the request at first. Even if Sunset wasn't outright looking at her—she stayed within her peripherals. She waited a few seconds, only to show that she could before turning her head as well.

Sure enough, the sight captured her eyes as well.

“So scared of what they don't know.” Sunset snickered at the packed hall of students, a stream of countless giants flowing on either side. It was chaos to watch, except for one spot. The very place in which they stood. “I only portray myself as more, and yet, everyone believes it. All that I was, the experiences I had to endure, it gave me a presence you have to earn.”

Sunset's massive face then rolled back onto the tiny one, grinning down at her. “I haven't shown anyone the true extent of the kind of power I have, of the powers I once had. Despite this, everyone still walks feet around me!”

It was true. The flow of students kept far on either side of her. Sunset had been standing in the center of the hall when all of this started and, without having to say a word, everyone pressed themselves close to the lockers to afford her ample space.

“But only a person like me can earn that,” Sunset continued to say while her head fell left. The mass of her hair fell to the left of her shoulder, a tamed jungle of contrasted perfection. The scent of lilac sweet upon it. “Don't give yourself false hope. Or else this will happen again.”

Lucky gazed back at the sunny field of Sunset's face, only this time, an expression of anger had settled across her own. “And what makes you think you're so special?”

“Because I'm strong enough to always find a way out.” Sunset then started to shake her head, making the smaller girl yelp upon lifting her fingers. Up. High up into the air. Tilting back her neck and hovering the tiny over her face. “Maybe if I put you in a cage and wore it like a necklace, you'd find a way out—if the humiliation of seeing the world from my chest didn't kill you first.”

The shivers came stronger. Pricking her feet and frizzing her hair. There wasn't anything Lucky could do about the natural reactions of her body to stress and fear. She'd still stumble while she shivered. Her choice wasn't to get scared, but to keep on despite it.

“You find things less and less humiliating at this size,” Lucky countered upon being suspended over the face of the giant, those eyes made into pools as their gaze narrowed on her. That monolithic mouth opening ever so slightly. “W-We done with this or what? Live life as you like, and I'll do the same, at least fifty feet away from you.”

“Always with the jokes, aren't you? A good way of coping, but sadly, it gives you away.” Sunset parted her lips and opened her mouth, allowing the fatness of her tongue to slap against her bottom-lip. Blowing out air, the minty-moist warmth wafted over Lucky's body. “Most wouldn't notice your shivers either. They're subtle and small. But I'm not like most that have fed into your delusions of hope now, am I?”

“Doesn't matter if I'm shivering,” Lucky said, “if I'm keeping myself straight and tall.”

“And if you keep that way, you'll slide nice and fast down my throat,” Sunset giggled at the effect of her words. Whenever she finished talking, she would keep her mouth open, allowing the captured prey to gaze into the living abyss. “Won't even make it a struggle for me to swallow. Don't you love it when your brave acts work against you?”

Lucky lost her response on that one. With gaining fear she gazed around the hall, seeing only the rush of people looking down, at their phones or at the locker they walked along. Most didn't dare to look at Sunset. This crime, committed in the open, saw by none.

“Always a way out, huh? Maybe out of a cage—but what about the cage of my stomach?” Sunset licked her lips lazily with her tongue, which she pushed out of the way, allowing the small one to look into the back of her throat. How broad it was, strong muscles leading into a narrow passage, a living tunnel with no hopes of defeating. “One way down and you wouldn't be getting out. No way to escape or get out. You'd be inside me.”

The green of Sunset's eyes started to glow from the growing proximity, those fingers pinching the smaller girl... then beginning to lower. Inches taking seconds at a time to cover, that open expanse inside Sunset's mouth sprawling out further the closer Lucky came.

“Trapped in my mouth and played with by my tongue,” Sunset said the words lazily, almost with lust, the warmth of her breath tickling with moisture. Her eyes rolled back from the approaching bliss of a sweet-tasting snack. “Thrown back and swallowed down. Squeezed all the way through my narrow throat down into my tight-little belly.”

The abyss between those pair of lips only widened at every possible angle, the living cave of moistness and of flesh coming toward the little one. Was this really how she would go? Slowly lowered into the mouth of a giant, dropped into a tongue and swallowed back, forced to live within the confines of her stomach.

“Ever have a bad stomach ache before? Y-You'll be the one to throw me up.”

“Just so I can swallow you again? Great idea.” Sunset chuckled upon lowering her fully. For whatever reason, however, she dropped the girl onto the bottom lip. Allowing her feet to sink into its plushness. “This is done for your own good, twerp. Friends can't always be there to help—and you can't always help yourself.”

Another draft of moist steams wafted over the tiny girl. Standing on the lip again, she gazed inward, to the tongue nestled inside that shifted around, a monster lurking beneath the waters. Such a dangerous yet intoxicating place to be.

A prey that almost put a foot in herself.

“The sooner you realize this, the better off you'll—“

The bump changed everything.

The world slowed. The chatter of voices and squeaking of shoes ceasing at once. Both girls blinked at someone bumping behind Sunset, who jerked from the subtle push, her head rocking and her flinching away.

Lucky didn't have support, nothing she could hold onto, the waterbed of the broad, sprawling lip offering no solid foundation for her feet. Her arms spun hopelessly in the air to regain any sort of balance—but by that time, she was already falling forward.

She didn't scream. For whatever reason, even though the giant had tilted back her head, leaving her mouth open, Lucky Star fell forward with a strange sense of grace. Her body fell into a moist, alive, fleshy cavern.

The first changed had been the heat and the darkness. Within the span of seconds the coolness of the hall switched to the pre-baked warmth trapped in by the walls of the distant cheeks. Everything brewing becoming trapped in.

Second was the light. Upon falling through the lips and into the shadowy world on the other side, the source of light had gone from everywhere to only behind her. The only beams and flashes came from the parted lips behind her—the very ones closing further upon every second passed.

The tidal wave of tongue slithered out from the depths to catch her, a flick upward of monolithic proportions, a mass so large and so vast that it shouldn't have been able to move so swiftly. But it did. It raising beneath her as the cave narrowed around her.

All that happened, however, was a velvet bed of red pushing up against her bottom, sliding across some of its lengths, sinking into its squish. The bumps of taste buds rocked her body, a coating of spit slathering over her frame. Unfortunately, due to her gained momentum, the bedding of the tongue only served to bounce her across the depths of the giant girl's mouth.

“Sorry!”

That word. It boomed from elsewhere, outside the world of the maw, muffled, echoing within the living cave. Everything tilted back as Sunset had done much the same with her head, the ground of her tongue now rising like a wall—gravity pulling the little one to the back of the throat.

Lucky struggled to fight, but once more, nothing was there for her to grab hold. Upon falling backward, her eyes saw high above, past the tongue and the backs of the rows of teeth, to where the two lips were coming to meet. Through their slit was the faint sight of the veiling so very far away—until the lips pressed together, and all had gone dark.

Then.

Swallow.

Lucky slid to the back of the throat. The passage opened around her, a wall of thin, dripping flesh opening upon her presence. Even more baking warmth brushed over her from the depths of the passage she was about to take—as if teasing her with horror on her final destination.

Tight muscles gripped her at once. Even though her hands flew forward, grabbing across the wet and smooth surface, she found no purchase. The faintest hold she acquired was nothing compared to the sheer force of power from the throat that gulped her down in an instant.

Everything darkened and tightened. Cramped from the lack of space. Lucky groaned upon roiling her head back, arms caught at her sides, kept there by the tightness, not a single free inch. Velvet walls clenched around her, tightly, squeezing her being, her squirming jiggling the undulating muscles.

Which caused them to smack back into her.

Was this how it would be? Sunset's tongue didn't get a taste of her—but the hugging walls of her throat certainly got a taste. They clamped and clenched around her frame, often in waves, hugging her being crushingly tight before relaxing for a second. Tensing against and all around her, the tiny body bunched and compressed by the soft and slick and curved walls.

Lucky kept groaning after every squeeze while the tight passage slid her down ever lower, no end in sight as the fleshy world of life kept pulling her down. Going down the elevator of another girl's throat. Something about that struck multiple shivers through her frame.

Then came a blockage. Lucky couldn't even look down at her feet to see how much further she had to go. Rather, her head had been forced upright, seeing all the distance she had covered, allowing her to lose further sight of hope, of climbing back to high above.

No longer was she fighting Sunset.

She was fighting the unconscious life and functions of Sunset's body. Most of them, without a doubt, the giant girl was unaware but that Lucky became aware of every inch of. But something had pressed in below. It tried to stop her, but keeping her still made the throat tense from the blockage—nearly crushing Lucky as she screamed and squirmed as if her life depended on it.

Which it did.

Lucky blinked on realizing the blockage. With her head still tilted all the way back, Sunset had placed multiple fingers against her exposed throat, posing them right below the cute lump of gold passing down it. The pressure tried to press upon her feet, to maybe slide them back up the route—but the clenching of the passage denied it.

Hence why the fingers then pulled away, and the clenched walls of the throat then relaxed away, allowing the snack to slide down once more. The large lump disappeared from the silky skin of the throat, shrinking upon reaching the chest—the disappearing from beneath it.

Pressure. Gone at once from her feet. Her legs kicked and swam in the newfound freedom. The sweet release from that softly crushing grip eased some hope into Lucky's heart. It travelled up through her, the strain leaving her skin, from tightness to the freedom of a pool.

The passage then spat her out, the sliding smooth and slow, the thick lining now guiding her downward. It took a few seconds for her to rest at the bottom of the sac, leaning back, feeling the wall cushion beneath and around her.

Lucky sighed. She was too scared to even think about being terrified. In a coolness that was but a veil, she looked around her surroundings, of the interior of a stomach set inside the colossal body of another girl.

There was a constant swaying to it.

It was hard to hear anything beyond the dense walls that comprised her current cage. Looking around didn't do anything to cool her fears. Rather, vines of something lazily drooped from the ceiling. The ground, thankfully, had been barren of liquid.

It spanned on the size of a playground, almost like a place that could be lived in, all of this being inside the body of another. Even while Sunset walked or ran or did whatever in the outside world, the actions inside her belly would mostly be lost on her. Sunset would be aware of nothing and Lucky would experience everything.

And she kept like that, softly swayed by the twisting occurring to the body that sprawled all around her, caught in the stomach of it all. Far too weak to throw a hissy-fit, she sat in defeat, mind quiet. Everything silent. Except for the muffled voices in the beyond.

And the quickening beat of the heart close and yet so very far.

Oh.

Oh no.

No no no.

Oh no done four more times.

Sunset stood still, deadly still, frozen to her skin. She didn't dare move as though the faintest inch would shatter her being into a billion pieces. Someone bumped into her and, upon making contact, apologized profuselybefore running away.

She didn't care about that. With a blink and in placing a hand against her throat, what she cared about was the tiny twerp she swallowed. Her palm rubbed across the length of it, the smoothness pleasant against her skin. Someone had gone down it from the other side.

Her fingers kept lowering. Across the valley of her chest and pausing over her belly. Placing a hand against it, something minuscule jostled from within, a whole, entire being caught within the cage of her tautness.

Someone else was inside of her, now a prisoner of her stomach, no hope of escape, forced to go and endure whatever she pleased. Glancing around showed none had witnessed the affair. None would be the wiser if she pretended none of this had occurred.

Yet the evil woman kept still. She could have rocked her belly, rolling it around, throwing the prisoner inside all around—letting her defeat be more profound. Even though she'd been eaten and trapped inside another, that the predator could still play with their prey would drive the humiliation factor to blissful levels.

And yet. Sunset kept still. Fearful of causing any more harm to the girl she had swallowed.

Walking through the halls became hard. Every step forward, slow and steady, body straighter than straight. The students flowing in the wall still kept to either side, leaving ample space for Sunset to walk through. Some dared to gaze upon her, wondering why the strange movement.

It didn't take long for Sunset to reach the bathroom. She came inside and with a single call, ushered the two girls by the sink outside by once. Her eye clenched after having done so, expression guilty, rubbing a hand over her belly. The force of her shout would have hurt Lucky most of all.

Once everyone was gone, Sunset approached the rows of sinks. Thankfully, she skipped breakfast and coffee. Turning on the tap for warm water, she cupped her hands beneath the stream, watching it pool. Her reflection flashed on the surface. Defeat.

Ironic. All things considering.

Sunset shook those feelings and thoughts from her head. Now wasn't the time for reflection. Rather, upon raising those hands to her lips, she tilted them, pouring the water into her mouth and drinking it down.

Maybe it was because there was a tiny one down there now, but Sunset became far more aware of the sensations of her stomach. The water splashed within, feeling, actually bearing a kind of weight to it.

Thankfully enough hadn't been drunk to drown the tiny. But to make things as comfortable and as clean as possible, such an act was required—as was another, when Sunset drew two shaky fingers inside her mouth, allowing them to float to the back of her throat.

Light.

Blinding but met with fresh air. Soreness and aching. Not as intense but still lingering all over. The groan brought her soul back to life as the previous strife faded from her being. Lucky only lost herself for a moment—was that enough time to pass on to the next life?

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you!” Something warm slipped beneath her limp body, raising her to the sky filled with sunny hills. Then her body pressed against something warm, softly curved, a plushness better than any pillow. “I-I thought you were done for! You weren't in there long... b-but I... I was worried about what I'd find...”

Then she was drawn away. The platform expanded as another palm slid next to the one she was upon. Lying on her back, Lucky lifted herself onto her side, supporting herself with an elbow. Gazing across the smooth, golden fields, she saw Sunset's distant, hazy face.

“N-No wonder how you retain your figure...” Lucky chuckled out, coughing, some water spurting out from her lungs. She jerked at feeling something plush pat against her back—the giant tip of a careful finger. It wasn't pushed away as it kept tapping her back. “Ever hear of breakfast or lunch? Surprisingly enough, they're good for you.”

“Guess you saw around in there, huh?” Sunset exhaled slowly, the strong gale drying Lucky's clothes. “Late start on the day. Had to sacrifice a few things. Listen... I didn't mean to swallow you—someone bumped into me.”

“Right.” Lucky shook her head in vain attempt. The world quivered within her vision, everything refusing to come together into a single sight. “So holding me over your mouth like that—“

“Was all for show! Wouldn't have spat you out otherwise.” Sunset closed her eyes, sighing, but turning her head away upon doing so. “Listen. I've been where you are—just in a different context. It took something painful, something real to snap me out of it.”

Lucky narrowed her eyes on the giant, but didn't say anything, swept away from the words. Suspicious of them.. but still listening all the same.

“You need to be wiser about this stuff, or else the real thing is going to happen. If you didn't see that for yourself, then I needed to scare it into you.” Sunset shook her head. “Something like would make you more careful from now on. But it wasn't actually my plan to go on with it.”

Lucky continued to look at her. She wanted to be mad, to yell and lash out but, in seeing the hurt of the giant, the sincerity of the words glittering upon her heart... anything more would have been a wasted effort.

In the theme of strangeness that had followed from the start of the day, both girls had learned a lesson, each in their own way. Lucky to be more wary of venturing too far from established comfort.

“Looks like someone's watch too much scared straight.” Lucky shook her head one last time, finally locking her vision in from swaying. “But you've got those guards beat in terms of a prison.”

Sunset didn't want to—but she giggled. “Guess I do. C'mon. I'll drop you off at the front of the school.”

Perhaps there was more to the evil Sunset Shimmer then she let on.

At least, Lucky Star was set to find out.