The Lucky Star in the Setting Sunset

~ IV ~

Under the Tongue

Lucky didn't cry amidst the splashing of saliva, washing left and right, dousing her in its spit. Sometimes the ceiling of softness would rise ever so slightly, allowing her to stand in the space provided, barely, the weight of the tongue mounting on her shoulders.

It was a game to the giant that walked around the school without care to misdeeds. The shifting of her steps coursing through her frame—felt in the vibrations throughout the mouth—that reminded Lucky exactly what she was now.

An object. Plaything. Something flicked around inside a mouth. Killing time in playing with Lucky. The tongue relented on her shoulder, a dense drop of spittle crashing into a puddle—the sound pronounced. Every so often, there was a sway, causing her feet to adjust on the webbing of red.

The bottom of the mouth was the size of a park for the poor girl. Curved stack of teeth towered around here, barely able to see over them even at full height. Her thighs tensed as she pushed harder on the tongue and, to reward her effort, the closed lips began to part.

Opening ever so slowly, pleasant to the giant, torture to Lucky.

Her hands lifted to the underside of the tongue and sunk into its squishiness, feeling it impress a little too easily from the force. Warm slickness coated across her skin, leaking onto her head, spreading across her face in a film. It gathered in her hair, dampening it with weight, infusing with the strands.

Worst came in its wiggling.

Lucky grunted a breath from inside of the mouth, oxygen scarce beyond what the sprawling lips sometimes sucked in. The place was permeated in a lightly-minted aroma and the girl's natural smell. Above, the lift tongue flicked left and right, mere inches to it—much more to her.

It burned into her subconscious to be used like this. Stumbling right as the tongue did so before forced into a dance left as it shot that way. Lucky continued forward toward the base of the two bottom teeth, knowing that climbing them both and escaping through those lips would be her only escape.

Adagio just needed to get a little too cocky.

And Lucky could escape and find her way to Sunset.

Then the tongue lifted.

"Whoa!" Lucky yelled and grabbed the flesh in reflex, lifted from her feet and into the air, hanging from the inside of her cage, seeing the back of the pressed-lips like they were a movie screen. Slowly they opened again, more this time, opening to the size of a vault—encased by the back of the surrounds lips "F-Fresh air!"

Lucky hung in place as every step of the titan swung her in place, unable to let go or make a leap for it. She was forced to gaze into the blueish tint of the outside world. The spanning floor considerably below, miles travelled in seconds, the view of the world from how a giant—or normal person—saw it.

People passed through the view of the mouth from the inside. People blocked off by the sides of the lips as they walked past, not noticing the girl with the partly open mouth, another inside it, tiny, hanging from the raised tongue.

So easily able to be seen and saved.

And yet not at all.

Then the giant turned, and the tiny girl flew left, thrown against the wall of the cheek and then caught there by a tip. She was pushed against the curved lining as suckling noise echoed in greatness all around. Sweet smacking of her lips as they then slowly closed.

Lucky did her best not to scream, for the cheek of the cave kept it in, and all it did was left the giant know she won. The tip of the tongue crushed and collapsed against her ass, meshing around her cheeks without knowing, dipping between her denim legs, pressing, sometimes, in her personal spot.

Her bust meshed into the cheek, warm and steamy, the surrounding aroma. The tongue flicked up and down the wall, coating Lucky more in saliva, up in the trench neck to the top row of teeth—slid across that divot.

It didn't help to have her butt toyed with, thrusting her body upward on the skilled tip of the serpent, thrashing her around the maw—like a treat. Seconds later, it dropped her onto the grounding, slithering back up and, while Lucky struggled onto a knee, it loomed behind her, consuming the background.

Waiting for the kill.

Lucky rose to a knee, the underside of the tongue collapsing over, its immense softness forcing her to the ground, the tiny laying flatly. Its plushness spilled and filled the space, the view of the teeth ahead, blocked, as the tongue dropped. She was submerged beneath it. Warmth became heat and saliva welled.

And then the tongue wiggled again. Left and right and dragging her along. Forced over soft bumps and pressed into the bouncy lease of the flooring. Her clothes were utterly wet now with another woman's spit. Clothes that hung to her skin, now slick in a sheen of spit, her jeans squeezing her curves more than liked.

Underwear too.

It teased Lucky in a way she hated. The baked ravine of saliva soaking through denim and underwear, creeping across the cleft of her ass, tickling with heat in all the warm places. Same kept true in the front of the shimmering liquid lathering across her crotch.

The pleasure of the scene was a hidden kink, but one that she wanted to save... for the girl she actually wanted to be dominated by. But cues were cues and the situation was too sexy to ignore. This giant laying her tongue against the tiny, swirling her around while she walked around, the natural power held over by a simple tongue.

Lucky fought forward, however, pushing through the thickness, wiggling into the crevices created, reaching the places the carpet of taste buds thinned out. At reaching the tip, Lucky's hand gripped it, lifting it, granting space to crawl forward.

Until the tongue came and dived down on her ass again, pinning the squish as it sunk succinctly. It pushed her forward as water splashed from the movement but, in that moment and space of freedom, Lucky risked her break.

Before she was the towering structure of the teeth and, little ways above that loomed the lips still together. Without breaking haste, she broke into a sprint forward, running and jumping at the back of the teeth, kicking up a step—hooking an arm over its edge.

From there, she pulled herself up, the inward curves of the tooth scary at first but, in beating her legs and feet against the white surface, it became less scary as it went on. Upon sitting on it, Lucky laid her hand on the protrusion of the inward-lip.

Lucky then stood on the tooth and turned, gazing up to the inward curve of the lips, seeing the glimmer of a line between them. This would have to be it. Daring to be bold, Lucky launched herself forth, landing on the swell of the lip.

From there, she climbed upward on the spongy surface, feeling parts of it wobble from her meagre weight and movement, allowing her grip to continue up. Finally. She came before where the lips were tucked together and, squatting, gripped the upper lip and attempted to lift it.

To no avail.

Which left a sole technique left.

Lucky dropped onto her belly as the lip absorbed her impact, sinking and jiggling, a sloped hill of skin. Crisp and fresh winds filtered through the closed crevice. On the other side of this line was the outside world and freedom. Lucky struck her hand through, struggling to wiggle it through—feeling it break to the other side.

The lips were tight against her forearms, but the brisk winds tickling the skin of her fingers... it was another pleasure entirely. Her head fought through, popping into the brightness, the monolithic world before her. Her frame wiggled halfway through—until the lips tightened, dangerously, around her form.

Adagio's chin marked the sunny cliff below, the lips a cute swell out through the sides, coming into the plains of butterscotch cheeks. Smooth and silky to the eye. Much better to look at and feel than what was on the other side.

...to most people.

But in looking above was where the feat came for, on either side of the soft prostitution of the nose... were the ponds that composed Adagio's eyes. Both of them smugly glared at her. She knew full well a girl was caught between her lips like a lollipop.

Something done, without doubt, by design.

Adagio slurped the girl into her mouth with a suck, feeling her shoot between those lips and clattering into her maw and, before the small one could even lift a hand—the mass of the tongue came crashing down, laying over her. Body consumed beneath the blanket.

The little games that went through the day.

Ending, always, defeated.

Sunset kicked her locker once, then twice, and hoped for busted hinges on the third strike. Nothing came from the expression of her anger beyond the confused and concerned looks of the students who passed. Ones that would never mess with the former-bully while she was angry.

Angry at herself for being weak.

Sunset lost her gaze into her sunny cleavage. Why hadn't she been less of a coward and offered that warm seat instead? Confessing an even deeper need for the tiny girl. Celestia, she was becoming pathetic. Truly alone.

Until they had met back on the stage.

"Adagio!" The back of the siren stopped, wearing her hoodie, still for a moment. Turning around a step to show a calm face and a raised eyebrow. "Just a second. You're alone. So am I. L-Let's just talk for a second."

Adagio stood feet away, flicking a gumball in her mouth. When it became obvious she wouldn't speak... anger flourished. "Where's Lucky? You promised she'd be safe if she kept with you. Has that kept true?"

Adagio grinned before sticking out her tongue.

Sunset gasped with a hand to her mouth at seeing the tongue protrude into the air. Around the thickest portion of her tongue was the tiny girl, hugging to the soft appendage in fear of falling, a tightness that Sunset craved, on more than one occasion, to feel around her finger.

And maybe clit.

Lucky had barely any time to hold onto the tongue as it shot out into the open, forced to hug its girth in exchange for her life. She barely lifted her head from the series of tastebuds to the giant face of Sunset poised over her. Seeing her reduced to nothing but a plaything for a siren. Before she could offer a word or hold out a hand—the tongue retracted inside.

The lips closed, and the tongue swatted Lucky against the ground again, rolling over her with its size, parting the lips again. Sunset's face was close to the open mouth, composing the entire view. It was humiliating to have her be gazing into another girl's mouth... only to see her tiny body trapped underneath the big tongue.

"Dwon't yu warrory." Adagio's voice vibrated around her. "Swhe wikes it."

Lucky blushed in knowing it was true. Being dominated inside the mouth of such a sexy girl was hard to ignore. Rendered nothing more into a plaything set to tease the massive taste buds. Played around by a tongue, forced and trapped underneath its size and strength for hours at a time, the only sounds being the echoes muffled by the maw.

It was horribly stimulating.

Lucky watched the monolithic face of Sunset pull back from the pair of lips, looming in the distance, expression unsure. Would she attempt a grab? Too small and tight a place. Plus one risk could change everything.

"So you've kept your word in making sure she's okay..." Sunset dropped her head but didn't do the same with her eyes; their shine kept cast inside the maw. "But what is it going to take to hand her back over? It won't get out. Promise you it won't affect anything else."

Before any more words could come from the giant, those plush lips closed again, the movie-theatre of the world removed. The lack of oxygen returned as the miniature girl slid across the pooling saliva. Gravity tilted downward as the dome encasing her must have done the same.

Everything flew backward. Lucky rose as the curved teeth dropped and loomed beneath her. Soaring back as the lips parted ahead, her form pelted the plushness of the tongue and couldn't stop the momentum.

The last thing Lucky saw. Sunset's face. Dominating the view from over the rolling tongue and spread lips. It gazed at it a final time in worry before forces gripped on Lucky's legs. The back of the throat clamped on her and, as the struggle on the ledge that was the back of the tongue—a mighty swallow shot her downward.

Sunset Shimmer beat forward a step, a hand raised and doing the same, reaching for the tiny friend, the one lodged at the back of the throat. One belonging to a foe and naughty woman at that. She made a show of the swallow in twisting her head in the fashion that comes from grand deserts.

Without even being warned of the intent, Sunset's hand had been grabbed by the fingers—them pressed into the slender curvature of the throat. The smooth skin was warm, beckoning for her fingertips to search around. Seconds after that, the reason was revealed, the starting of a lump.

Sunset's fingers were forced into the squishy protrusion, gasping in feeling the miniature struggles beating against it. The shape was slender and pleasant to press, the force slowing the descent of the morsel, the quivers of the bulge deeper pronounced.

Sunset barely tore away her fingers—regretting it. The bulge of the throat thinned on reaching the exposed collarbone... disappearing beneath it. Two fingers chased after it though. Through the valley of those breasts and passing circles around the taut belly hidden beneath a sweater.

"There we go, nice and safely tucked away." Adagio laughed as she patted her stomach, feeling it watched from the inside and out. She glanced over at Sunset, who seemed in disbelief. "What's the matter? Wanted to swallow her yourself? You have a cute tummy for it."

She then giggled. "But I think she likes mine better."

Adagio placed her hands into the air and hovered it there, swinging her hips around, developing into a comfortable speed. Little lurches coursed through her stomach, a shaking to the cavity, blowing around the one within.

"Doesn't it just get you off knowing there's a girl in there? Always with you in being deep inside you? Certainly a turn-on I've enjoyed once or twice." Adagio giggled as he kept working her stomach, feeling it jostle, clenching from time, feeling like a hoopla dancer. "Couldn't you imagine me in a bikini right now? Walking around on a beach as the sun warmed my belly? Few inches beyond it, knowing, a little one was getting jostled around, warmed up too, unable to escape."

She then laughed. "At least she would be safe if I went underwater!"

As if to make the humiliation and horror of it worse, Adagio continued the swirled of her body but, in lowering her hands gripped the bottom of her sweater. Lifting it to reveal the sunny skin beneath. A delightfully fit middle to her body.

"If you look closely enough, mmhmmhmm, you can see Lucky's tiny impacts." Sure enough, they came every now and then, after a violent thrust of the hips, forward and back, they sent the little one tumbling into the inner wall of the stomach. Faint bugle of her body appeared for fractions of seconds. "But don't you worry. I don't let her become alone down there. Sometimes I give my belly a little pat to remind my prisoner I haven't forgotten about her being in there."

Adagio gave a refreshing slap to her stomach, the sound pronounced its pitch, a miniature yelp nearly sounding from within. Sunset almost pushed her face into the stomach, ear and cheek set against it—whatever it would take to hear from the small friend again.

"But I think I've wasted enough time on you," Adagio said upon turning around, sweater dropping and hand raising, a shake of the hand as if to gesture everything was okay. "Rest assured she likes being in there. Yours, too, if your body language is to be believed. Y'all have something special. No need to worry about me."

Adagio chucked as she beat a step forward. "Try to enjoy yourself. Your friend and I will be doing the same." She pushed through the door and left the scene. "Besides! She'll be back inside your tight tummy before you know it!"

Adagio left with a laugh.

And Sunset was left with something to think about.

Lucky had endured the hours inside of the stomach, the distant thumping of a heard a musical backdrop, the muffled echos of the world a new version of radio. Sometimes her cage rattled as the giant who encased her jumped around, going up or downstairs, the change of gravity felt—even from deep within.

She'd learned ways to kill time like pacing across the area. Sometimes she would dash to the other wall and leap onto it, sinking into the lining as it bounced back the impact, doubling her momentum as she sprinted to the other side—doing the same.

Other times Lucky would lie on her back, in the faint pool over the grounding, letting it slosh around her to the movements of the giant beyond. She'd stare at the ceiling, narrowing itself into the singular value. It was undulating. Sometimes glimpsing to the tunnel upward.

Lucky would guess the occurrences beyond her prison. If everything was straight and still, no sway or trembles... it meant the giant encompassing her was sitting. Perhaps seated before her computer answering emails? Doing all this while a tiny one rested in the dungeon depths of her stomach.

Thankfully, however, it didn't go for long. In what became a frequent occurrence, the cavity of the sac would clench, a suction plucking Lucky from her feet as it shot her across the passage of the throat. This time she flew into the mouth with lips already parted and pointed down, golden hands, clasped together, just below.

Lucky's body beat into the plushness of the bottom lip, forced to roll over its hill into the open, fresh air caressing her skin. Her body clattered on the warm palms of the giant, which then pushed forward, composing a platform before the mountain of skin carved into a face.

And the vertical ponds, Adagio's eyes, staring at her.

"Those clothes have seen better days," Adagio's voice boomed below the ledge of the palms, the view of the face, held, above her nose. "We still have a few sets of clothes from your caretakers. Y'know, for the week-long sleepover."

Lucky shook her head. "I still don't know how you convinced them of that."

"Magic does wonders to begin with." Adagio relaxed her shoulders and the mass of her head tilted to the right. A faint impression of a smile resonated below. "But try on some new clothes. Yes, yes. They'll only get wet again. Better feeling fresher inside my stomach than stale. It'll help you sleep better inside there. Gravity forcing you to rest on the wall and all that."

Lucky responded by giving in, wit and charm lost about her, the affairs of life having them killed. Words and jokes had been her source of power in a world where she was powerless. But in losing hope in those, despair for her affairs was a natural state, doing whatever was required of her.

"Just how long are you going to keep me inside that belly of yours?" Lucky didn't care for her tone on reaching the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her hair, tossing it aside. Black bra retrained her moderate bust. "Will you actually keep to your side of the deal once all of this is over?"

"It may just depend on how these next few days go." Lucky could feel the distant and giant eyes consuming the landscape before the pressed palm, slipping her fingers into the sides of her jeans, wiggling her hips and pushing down on them. "Seeing how cute you are from afar gained my interest... but seeing that sexy little body of yours is a constant delight. Not many lean in to check out your curves, huh?"

"Do plenty of admiration in the mirror myself." Lucky nodded her head around as the words struck her fancy. "Little fascination too. Like, I'd do me. Or I'd do a giant version of myself if I could. Maybe an ever-smaller version would be fun. Feel like the giant for once."

"Now we couldn't have something like that! You're always meant to be the tiny pet—don't you know that?" Adagio giggles boomed from over the edge of the palm, coming, of course, once the jeans had been pushed off. Only black lingerie cupped Lucky's bottom in all the right places. "Maybe you'll become my permanentpet if all goes well. My stomach your new home... among other places."

Lucky didn't bother removing her bra and underwear, the booming laughter of announcing that terrible fate too much. Rather she sat down onto the layer of softness and lowered her head, not caring for the towering fingers, each like curved pillars, starting to arch over her.

Rather she pulled up her legs, rested her face against her knees, and allowed fate to do as it pleased.

"Hey-hey! Don't look so upset—just an evil girl teasing you." Adagio's lips raised to the platform and, ever so gently, blew a warm breath. Not an act of dominance, but rather, to warm the skin of the nearly naked girl. "Maybe I've been doing a lot of that lately. But I've never gone out of my way to harm or hurt you. Little games for little fun."

Lucky gazed over her knees to the theatre of a face settled before her. Contortions of concern spread across the vertical landscape as the glimmer of those pools shone iotas brighter. "I've held myself back to the enjoyable stuff. Nothing else has been pressed on. At least give me credit for that."

Lucky exhaled a shaky breath and leaned her chin onto her knees. "Alright. For being a kidnapper—you're not all that terrible."

"Back-handed compliment? Guess that makes progress." The palm drew inward to the expanse of the face, that was, until its lips rested on the edge of the palms. They were enormous, and their movements were the same as they talked. "Look. This is only until the battle of the bands is over. My sister and I are going back to Equestria after that."

Those lips smirked to the heaves in a way, somehow, that was reassuring. "We won't be around to bug you or your friends. Besides, you can't say spending all that time inside my tummy was such a bad thing—now can you? Fed all the food you desire... given a show each time I change my clothes."

"I haven't—"

"When I placed you on the counter of the desk and stuck out my ass over your frame? I was bending over to grab something... but I felt little hands searching across the pink slope of the tight panties around my crotch. Would you know anything about that?"

Lucky was struck into silence which could not be ended by denial. She'd been left on that wooden counter and allowed to watch the babe change. Those massive breasts of perfect curvature to the shapely hips blending into the supple ass meant for sticking itself out. Plus, the view of the tummy from the outside... gave enticement to being inside of it.

To being in that stomach as the giant went around her room, naked, doing all these sexy things with her still tucked inside. It was a terrible turnout unable to be denied. Yet she felt like it had to be done. Not out of shame.

But for another.

"Just because you like being bossed around from a sexy girl doesn't mean you're not in love with Sunset Shimmer." Adagio shook the mass of her head to stop the squeaky yells of the tiny speck on her palm. "Just friends? Yeah right. Let's get over that one quickly. Think about it this way—allowing yourself to be loose with me... you know what to do when it comes to doing the real thing with the one you care about."

Lucky swallowed upon hearing those words.

"Sunset is going to spend all of this time contemplating exactly what you mean to her... and the answer she's going to come up with... well, it's easy to guess." Adagio grinned in a way born of friendly intent. "Poor girl is guilt-ridden in craving you in her stomach again. Must imagine herself as a terrible person for such a desire for such a dear friend. But... you've been feeding her all the wrong cues, haven't you?"

Adagio laughed. "After spending all this time in my stomach, it should be easier to spend it inside the one you love, won't it?"

Lucky was forced to give up on standing to her feet again, not minding herself being in the nude, the freedom of air on her skin a missed sensitization. Striding toward the edge of the canary surface in scattered steps, Lucky gazed up and at the massive face with hands clasped behind her back.

"I suppose being with you hasn't been completelyterrible." Lucky bowed her head deeper than needed. "Found out I have a strange kink for all of this. That, and how I'd like to do it all with Sunset once all of this is over." Her head lifted then tilted left. "So, I suppose I owe you a strange thank you."

Adagio shrugged. "Don't sweat it. Wanna sleep in my cleavage tonight?"

Lucky didn't even need to answer that on raising her arms into the air. One of the palms broke away from her side, lifting and turning, two slopes of fingertips lightly pinching her hands. The tiny girl was raised and lowered forward—to the expanse of sunny hills barely contained within the density of a black tank-top.

The other hand dived in their first, spreading the golden melons of squish apart, far enough, to create a divot. Here was where the tiny girl was placed, the support beams on the sides also pulling away—the warm flesh rolling over her body until only her head was popping through.

The softest and warmest bed of her life.

Adagio leaned back on the bed, pulling on the cord to the bedside lamp, pulling the blankets over them both, the two starting to sleep. Change was upon them as the chance for it arrived, so clear cut, a happening that didn't often happen in one's life.

Sleep well.