Flash Story Collection

(Commission for: TheBronyDog, who asked for Vinyl to eat a very small pony before a show, with them ending up in her belly, which just so happens to contain a city, which is one of his kinks. Anthro for everyone here, and while it might not come across much, this is set in a cyberpunk type setting. 25 USD)

You woke up with a headache. Not like, a hang over headache, but more like the, you'd been drugged one, and it made it hard to open your eyes, forcing the lids to part, and then closing them again as you felt a stabbing pain in your brain from the light outside. You heard sounds too, and not the comforting ones you were used to, but instead the sounds of something huge moving around.

Finally, with a force of great effort, you were able to slowly open one eye, and then the other, blinking away the blur that covered your vision, and bringing it into focus, even as you heart skipped a beat, and your breath caught in your throat, causing you to close them again, thinking this was all a bad dream, and this wasn't really happening.

When you open them again, you are fairly certain you are not dreaming, as around you is not the home and city sized for you, but instead a room that looked like it had been ripped straight from one of the worse horror films you'd seen, with flashing lights coming in under a door, and darkened lamps around a mirror, into which was looking a giantess.

Her body was solid white...not her coat was, and she had blue hair, with a streak of lighter blue in it, making her look like some kind of giant specter, one that towered above you, and could have rivaled any high rise you had ever seen in your life, as she stood there, applying a bit of makeup to her face. To you, a sea of things, to color her fur and muzzle, to her, light dashes, barely noticeable.

Finally, she turned to you...or rather, she turned, and she began to slip on some things, slowly clothing herself in an outfit that, while more than the nothing she had worn before, left little the imagination, as she towered over you, casting a dark shadow on the container, a huge glass cylinder...one that was not even as long as the end of her pinkie finger.

When she was dressed, she reached into a cup of something, and brought out some sparkling gel from it...lights, you realized with a start, small sparkling lights, that she began to move through her hair, giving the blue a shade and brightness it had never had before, as she tapped the side of her head, and caused the flashing lights to change in rhythm and color.

When she was satisfied with all that, she wiped her hands off in some kind of towel, and then, without a single thing to mark it as special, she reached for you. Huge hands fell from the sky, the sort that could smash half a block if they wanted to, maybe more, and fingers that could have smashed you, and ground your tiny, pathetic body into past, slowly came down around you.

They shook the vial you were in, the cylinder rocking about, causing you to cry out, as you slammed into the walls, with her having little care for you, lifting you up her body, and giving you a view of her that left your heart pounding, and your face red, even as you were brought before her own visage, a face covered with glasses, that glowed with some kind of tech light behind the lenses.

Whether she was looking at you, or possibly watching something, you didn't know, as she held you there before her face, and then opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out, before she popped the top off the cylinder with a finger, the lid of your container having been tight enough that you could never have moved it with any sort of vehicle, and yet she casually did so with ease.

Then the world tilted, and you grabbed for any kind of imperfection, any kind of traction, on the surface of the wall, as you began to slide down it. Nothing came of your scrambling efforts, nothing that would see you safe at least. A few pauses, a few stops, that she dealt with by shaking the vial in her fingers, and finally, spilling you out onto her tongue.

The drop was a dozen times your height, and you slapped down with a wet, meaty smack. Luckily, the tongue is a soft thing, flesh like a cushion, backed by firm muscles beneath. Better, your size prevented the harm that would have come to you, had you been of a proportional height of the giantess before you, so you landed without an injury.

Your panic, however, grew to a fever pitch, as you tried to resist her, tried to fight back against this goddess who was so casually trying to make you a snack, but she wouldn't have you escaping. Her tongue, a huge road of soft flesh to you, was drawn back into her mouth, and spit began to flow along the center of it, the river of it carrying you this way and that along the surface.

She mmms, mocking you. There is no way you can be more than a hint of a taste to her, and even as you pound into her tongue, trying to make her feel you, the tip of it rises at the front of her mouth, and worse than the vial, the tongue sends you sliding backwards, your fingers digging into the soft flesh, finding not a single ounce of purchase however.

Int one last, desperate gamble, you leap off the back of her tongue, trying to make it to her uvula, but it's too high, too far, and you misjudge the distance, causing you to plummet down her throat...one that swallows only after you're inside it, her spit more of a mouthful than you were, causing you to fall down her esophagus without any kind of help from her body.

You land, somewhere far below, the walls still rippling above, as the sound of her breathing, the great bellows of her lungs, surrounds you, and you hear above them, her racing heart. You can even imagine her fingers, following the course of her swallow, even as you sit on the sphincter of her stomach's entrance, the thing tightly closed, as it waits for a larger meal.

Not that it waits long, and soon, it pulls apart, dropping you down into her stomach, into a galaxy of shimmering lights, the liquid filled with the same gel she'd rubbed into her hair, leaving you staring at it...wondering why parts of the stomach were oddly shaped, only to realize there were buildings in her belly, tall ones. She'd eaten a whole city at some point.

Better, lights were on in some windows, the place was powered, and for a moment, you thought there might be people...only to smell this place, and know that, no, there was no one here. The stench of acids stung at your nose, as you dropped towards the churning sea of stomach juices, expecting to fall into them, and be instantly digested.

Fortune, however, had another fate for you, and instead of being melted to the bone, you were caught by a boat, one that was floating on the surface of it, landing with a dull thunk on the deck, and groaning from the impact, before the sound of heavy splashing, her spit landing nearby, told you you should move, and so you dragged your sore body forward, crying out, even as you lungs burned.

You made it into the boat, the light on in the cabin giving you some hope...but the place was empty, a bedding placed down on the floor...a note on a table, and nothing else. Not even bones...no, the note, it looked...you turned away, knowing it said something about jumping over the side, even as you slammed the door shut, and heard the hum of fans starting up.

Tired, not injured but still not whole, you stumbled towards the bedding, and fell into it, feeling your body instantly going to sleep, even as the world outside began to shake and move, the goddess, the world, your world, moving around outside, as she took herself out to a stage, and began to fill the air with music, even as you drifted off to sleep.