Lucky's Big Day!

~ II ~
Inside the Cereal

Rarity narrowed her eyes at the bouncing nuisance to her right. The line in Sugarcube Corner stretched from the counter to the doors, with her and Pinkie set at its middle. The wait had grounded to a halt. Rarity didn't mind the stillness. However, what had started with a tapping foot with her friend soon grew into two tapping feet.

Pinkie then leaned forward and back on her thumping feet before bending and rising on her knees, crouching then standing, before hopping in place. The girl would turn into a rocket if the excitement continued, blasting through the ceiling.

"P-I-N-K-I-E!" Rarity cried with a stomp and crossed her arms. Her hair swung one way as her head shook another. “Would you please settle yourself!”

Pinkie hopped in the air itself. "But I caa-aan't!"

“And pray, tell me, what has you so jittery!?”

"Because it's our turn to be eaten, this time!"

Rarity's shoulders dropped, and her eyes flashed to her friend. "Come again?"

"You know that little girl, Lucky? Not that she's little-little, like a little girl, but that she's small, and little, but very much quite grown up!" Rarity blinked through the confusion of the words. "And, well, we don't even have to worry about confusing the different meanings of little with her now. Because she's anything but little. In, like, every category possible!”

Rarity uncrossed her arms as the stress of somehow being devoured vanished. "Seriously, dear, this is Lucky Star we're speaking of? I very much doubt they've found a way to increase her size—much less growing her into a giant." She raised an eyebrow. "Even if magic struck again, I doubt she's the type to suddenly begin a rampage."

Though I certainly wouldn't blame her if she was hungry for a piece of revenge, Rarity sunk into her passage of thoughts. I'm sure everyone has had their taste of her. She was certainly sweet on my tongue. Layered with cheese, sprinkled with salt, and sandwiched between crackers. A delightful, sophisticated snack for moi.

Rarity immersed herself in memories.

How my tongue poked at her from between the crackers, washing over her in my warm breath, removing layer and layer of cheese until her salted skin blessed my tip. Slowly cracking away at the sides of the crackers and severing parts of her home. Breaking and gnawing that immense ship between my teeth as she watched.

Warmth discharged from between her thighs, and she rubbed them together, feeling and hearing the sliding of leggings on leggings.

Then the pull of the back of my throat as her ship sailed across the undulation of my tongue, tucked and pulled into the black expanse, her and her alone. How my throat hugged her downward as I finished my meal. Nothing quite supersedes when she's squeezed into your belly—especially one as tight as mine.

Subconsciously, her hand lowered to her stomach, swirling a finger through the fabric of her top, feeling her abdomen clenched at the contact—like prison bars wrapping and tightening around its cell.

Only thing to improve the experience would be hot cocoa.

Drop the little dear into a lukewarm cup and proceed to sip. The feeling of being squeezed would be heightened by the warmth. Knowing she's inside me, in my tight torso, swimming in the sway of my strides. A pool of cocoa tucked inside of me. My, what a delightful thought.

"Perhaps I should find her again today," Rarity's words filtered through her mouth. "I have a swell idea that she might not mind."

Earthquakes rocked the ground. People shuffled into each other. The tempo grew slower but nearer. Each shove wave jolted everyone higher. Soon. The monster was near. Its shadow and weight phased through the structure itself.

Lights cracked, and chandlers struck the floor.

The room darkened.

And the hushed whispers couldn't overcome the imposed silence.

"It's time for Lucky to find us!" Pinkie cheered as, during the quakes, her feet had been glued to the floor. Leaning back and forth, they refused to unstick. "And insinuated of going into our tummies, we'll be going into her very big great one!"

Rarity wanted to doubt the notion. But the claps of fingertips wrestled the corner of the ceiling. Taps that pounded across the roof, shaking the foundations. Dust sprayed downward as light funnelled from the canopy.

All looked to the above to the corner as, like a flap to a box, it was ripped and torn to the side, metal and bars inching upward like a platform. The roof slanted high and to the left. The blue, open sky bloomed. Then a shadowy face stole the space.

The dimness of a giantess.

"Well, well, well!" Lucky chuckled into a hand, but the force of the laugh seeped between her fingers, a blast of air carried through the huddled tinies. "Should have known that Sugarcube Corner would be like one big cereal box! There are so many different colours there. Lots of various tastes to make a fruity breakfast!"

The frost of shock zapped Rarity. Her bones became slick with frozen slime as her neck cracked several times while looking toward the door. On reaching the door, she tried the handle, and smacked her shoulder into the frame. She was the first to burst through the crowd, shuffling between the tightness of people.

It didn't budge.

Something shadowy pressed against the glass. Closer inspection revealed it to be the hill of a fingertip. Behind and above, the giantess craned her head over. "Nu-uh-huh! No escape for any of you. But... tell you what."

Lucky chuckled and looked around the surrounding biome. "I'll look for an interestingway to devour you all. While I do that, everyone is more than welcomed to try the door. I promise to only use my finger to hold you back. Anyone who makes it outside may consider themselves safe." She laughed. "Any players?"

A swarm struck the door as bodies piled into bodies as the wave mounted on the frame. It groaned and bent from the invading weight. The fingertip poised on the other side remained firm. Even once the whole of the bakery had settled against it, all the finger did was flex a little, adding extra security.

It'd been a twisted ploy.

And then a shadow fell over them all.

The hand reached into the cage and curled over them all, the fingers curving from the walls to the door before closing in. Everyone backed before the hand clenched into a fist. All were captured within it. Raised with the dome of skin and bone and hoisted from the safety of their usual habitat.

It was tight and stuffy and hot inside the fist. Bodies splayed together and against the firm wall of palm and fingers. Screams and shouts echoed from without. Light dredger as the fist loosened its grip. Steel swooped and glinted below. A dome that took them whole as they were poured through the hand's opening into it.

Bodies toppled and clumped into hills that spread out across the bottom of the bowl. Most shuffled and rolled to their own zones and freedom. Sunlight came through the halo above. Then an obstruction came to lord over them all.

"People's cereal! Or, just people cereal.” Lucky's dimmed face watched them all scramble and slink away from each other. Few reached the curve of the bowl and attempted to climb the steepness—only to slide down, sometimes knocking and taking others with them, back into the dense group below. "Each piece, a living person. All ready to pass through my mouth and be stored in my tummy. This should be fun!"

Rarity laid on her back with Pinkie next to her, somehow cuddled underneath her arm as the two looked up. Lucky appeared to be sitting on her knees on the street, using the roof of another building as a table. The top of a water tower peeked to the left of the bowl's rim.

Lucky's hand wrapped around it and broke it free of its metal bindings with a twist and a lift. Rarity's heart hammered. They laid at the center of the bowl. The jug tipped over them, a dam worth of stored water sliced onto them like a waterfall.

"Don't worry." The metal tin hovered over the rim of the tome, settling its crook on its support. Lucky tapped a finger on its tip. "I'll pour slowly and safely. The water should still be warm from sunlight exposure. It's no fun hurting tinies, after all."

The finger inched above the tower's tip and, with a flick downward, punched through metal and sliced the end off. A swirling, concerted wave spreading into the open air, the jug tilted upward.

The torrent bore down and splashed and clashed across the bowl. Everyone stood as it passed between their legs, rising steadily as the tremendous jug continued to pour. Lucky held it steadily, a glint in her eyes, a lick to her lips. The water rose from their waists to their shoulders as they watched the steam thin and spread toward them.

They came to tread water and float as the water thinned before the tower pulled back. Lucky set it on the road next to her, a water bottle for later, maybe. Then looking to her left, a giant spoon kept attached to a sign. Silverware and Sofa. Breaking it free with a click, she dipped the spoon into her bowl of cereal.

This cannot be real. This simply can not be possible. It must be a dream of another. Or a nightmare of my creation. Is this punishment for the delight in devouring a life? The glee that comes from that power and the bliss that comes from subtle but overwhelming domination?

The water lapped at Rarity's shoulders as she treadled the water and kicked elegantly. Twirling in the pool, a sparkle of others floated around her, trying to keep above the surface. The water level splashed onto the distant, arched walls, washing backward.

Something descended. Rarity watched the metal battleship lower from the skies and slice into the water like a sword, twisting beneath the surface and straightening, lifting beneath the slide of people. Waves rocked from the force of precision. A mobile titanic handled by deft fingers.

Waves bobbed everyone back as the metal island rose from beneath the waters, falling people streaking down from its rim. Cries and shouts rose over the sea as a few swam out from the created pool. A few bodies fell within the falls back into the expansion. Those lifted too high, however, tread the water carried by the spoon.

And they, in turn, were carried into the gaping, waiting mouth of the hungry giantess. Much like a child excited for breakfast, or a lazy teen speeding through a bowl while watching T.V, the giantess denied all a second of preparation.

There'd been doubt this had been for real. Rarity watched from the depths of the bowl to the hazy sight above, that spoon soaring into the open mouth, which closed on contact as the lips settled onto it. The utensil dragged backward, softness removing water and person.

Lucky's head bent backward as wilds of her hair flushed forward and over her shoulders. Her free hand cast each aside to reveal the eminence of her throat. The girl closed her eyes, then swallowed, an audible gulp bubbling across the waters.

Clump after clump formed and bulged the exposed throat. Balls of water carrying people sent on a stark descent into the depths of the giantess. Lucky nommed the little ones with delight. Smugness blessed her eyes open.

Her head became the ceiling of the bowl. Those treading the water looked up to the cheeks and forehead and eyes and nose set over them. Lucky smiled. Her exhale blew like steam over a sauna. Wisps lingered over the water, the warmth and breath, locked in by the blockade of the overhead face.

A group of people floated beneath the pair of eyes; the giantess pushed out her lips and stuck out her tongue, the thick bridge arching downward, its tip a couple of feet over the surface. Planted on it was a woman, clinging to the flesh for dear life.

The group of floaters reached out their hands to the woman, who released an arm from squeezing the squishiness. Just as their fingers brushed, the lips snapped over the woman, kissing the group.

Lucky swallowed. It sounded boomed and reverberated off the bowl's walls. Those hovering beneath the throat watched the creation of a bump as it was pumped downward. The group screamed, but the lips opened again, creating a vacuum that sucked a tide into the awaiting maw. The trio tried to swim away, but the wave knocked and rose and carried them back. The lips sealed on them again. Another swallow. The mouth turned sideways and streaked across the pond.

Rarity watched the tip of the nose slice across the water while, on the other side, the chin shoved Pinkie aside. A streak of people cried at the incoming maw and found themselves in darkness: proceeded by a swallow.

Would the same become of her? From the open water to a pond inside a fleshy cavern? Sucked further back into the back of a throat that would send her into the depths of another woman? To pass behind a chest far larger than her own and locked behind the subtle chub that composed the giantess's stomach.

Part of her groaned and part of her moaned.

There'd been that joy in doing the same. In knowing a tiny was snaking behind the greatness of her bust and being stored in the center of her hourglass figure. In truth, there was plentyRarity wanted to do with the little one. Keeping her trapped within her stomach while striding across the beach in a bikini was one of them. Wearing her in a necklace dangled over her white valley, another.

But that wouldn't come to be as the giantess lifted to unleash her tongue. The greatness and thickness of the appendage slapping like an island into the water's surface. It pummelled the remaining survivors underwater. Then it lapped at them like a dog at a water bowl. Person by person sipped and swallowed until there were none left.

I'm all alone.

Something stirred beside her.

Rarity looked to see Pinkie, also drenched in her clothes, wearing giddiness on her features.

Scratch that. I'm all alone with Pinkie Pie.

Rarity closed her eyes as it was better not to see the end. She could do nothing. Taken into the mouth of the giantess and swallowed, she would be the one of many inside that tight tummy, forced through the motions of their captor.

Something dipped into the water, and the world shook and rose, alleviation gaining like a plane ascending. Rarity, however, couldn't help but speak. Offer her prayers in her final words. "Please. L-Lucky... please."

Her eyes opened as she stared up at the growing face of a friend.

"Please don't eat us!"

The spoon stopped in its ascent as the pair of eyes narrowed and locked on the remnants. The side of her face swooped close to the two, blinking in familiarity. Then, with a laugh, she pulled the duo. "No way! It's you two! I didn't know you visited Sugar Cube Corner in the mornings, Rarity."

Rarity breathed and exhaled, then did so again, carrying metaphorical bricks out from her. Resting a hand on her soaked top, she spoke. "Not... usually. Pinkie, here, had a craving. I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't indulge her in a pit stop—though, knowing what I do now, perhaps I wouldn't seem so terrible."

Pinkie rolled her eyes and snuggled into Rarity's shoulder. "Oh! So you would feel okay if it was only me eaten?”

"Not at all!" Rarity's hand lowered down her chest. “Though, dear, you do show some excitement for the affair. But like the terrible friend that I am, I would have forced you to wait for your treats—at least until all of our shopping was had."

Rarity swallowed.

Then trembled.

When the giantess did the same.

"P-Pray, t-t-tell me dear, is all of this... f-for some kind of joke?" Rarity shut her eyes and clenched every muscle. "R-Rather, t-those you've eaten, surely you don't intend to..."

"Digest them? 'course not!" Lucky snickered into her palm. "This might be one really vivid dream, but I could never do something overly cruel! Just don't have it in me." She shook her head. "Everyone's always having fun and forcing me around. N-Not that I mind! Just... it's nice to finally be the one large and large. Like with Sunset!"

A blush accompanied Lucky's giggles.

"Sometimes, she'll just swallow or stuff me on her person, not giving me a chance to think or say anything at all." Lucky's shoulder slunk close to her chest as her arms trailed down her front. There was the stretching of elastic and the shuffling of denim. "Not that I dislike it. She would totally let me out if I wanted it. But still. Getting eaten and dropped into pants on a whim? Sometimes a girl craves a little revenge."

Lucky flicked higher above as she rested further on her legs, enough to raise and push out her hips. Did she... have a hand down her pants? "So that's why I tossed dear ol' Sunset down my panties. Have you pinned right against my slit. It gets her every now and again. I can feel my pussy try to gobble her up."

The giantess hummed, teasing the tiny girl in her underwear, using a finger to play with her.

"Now I understand why she leaves me with her crotch so much. With every stride, I can feel the flex of my pants and panties wedging her into my slit. She tries to fight against them, but sometimes she sinks beneath my folds. I get excited when I feel her crawl out, forced to push against the smallest area of my panties. She tries to climb to the top, holding onto my clit, only to be knocked back down. It's an ongoing game in my pants. One that she's going to lose."

The snap of pants and panties followed.

"And once she's been swallowed inside my cunt? I'll be the one to never lose her."

Rarity looked to the metal borders of the spoon, to the blinding light beyond them.

Suddenly, I don't feel so ashamed of my thoughts or that I have taken this fantasy far enough.

"Which brings me to you two!" The background of the city blurred as the spoon fell. It splashed into the water and sank, the metal rims sinking. Their pond became a pool again. "All I've eaten so far have been meanies and strangers. I haven't had a chance to devour a friend. At least, not yet."

The sides of the object shifted and jostled as enormous hands settled on the bowl, raising it from the roof and into the air. Lucky's face shadowed over them as it grew in size and decreased in the distance. Her chin levelled with the rim, lowering until the underside of a lip took its place.

The bowl tilted up, and the water narrowed downward.

A current swept through and underneath the girls as, faraway at the dome's edge, the water seeped into the slit between the lips. The maw slowly opened with constant gulps nearing in sound. Pinkie raised her arms and went with the slide; Rarity turned and paddled upstream.

"Weee-heee!"

Hell. Stuck in a bowl as a giantess drank the water leftover from her cereal. Rarity looked down and further across the bowl, seeing the pink speck fly over the rim and between the lips, disappearing into the temple. Chugged without a difference to the tempo; no real difference between this swallow and the one before.

Lucky had drunk Pinkie without missing a beat.

And the same will become of me.

Rarity kicked and stroked through the lake as shadows approached. Two monolithic lips, above and below, each impossibly thick. With a subtle suck, they plucked her inside. The mouth sealed and darkness neared.

Rarity closed her eyes... until a glow rested on her lids.

She opened her eyes to find herself floating highly. Left and right, the walls warmed in a pink hue. Sparkles of white spread over the pillars of teeth, capturing them, nearly, in a neon light. Below, the serpent rose slowly, twisting and turning, a red sea creature rose from its slumber.

It curved within the water upward, like a circling eel that searched its prey, the tip of the tongue the most intelligent part. Rarity screamed to the production of bubbles that burst into fragments of the sound. Before she had time to swim away, the head of the cylinder smacked into her, knocking her aside through the water.

Rarity panicked and reached for anything—kneading something soft, squishy, and dense. It barrelled forward and yanked her along. Her side smacked and bounced and settled against the side of the beast, shooting through the open water of the mouth's cavern.

I just feel like nothing more than a pinch on her tongue.

Looking over the slope of the muscle's side, Rarity climbed over it delicately, pulling herself hand by hand during the ride. Reaching the top, she clenched two handfuls of the tongue, seeing the distant bars of teeth, the jaw that was lowering.

Revealed was the back of the giantess's lips.

Let me out. You've had your fun. You're nothing more than a child flicking the cereal in her mouth with her tongue. Let me out. Don't swallow me like how you swallowed the rest. Go be a kid somewhere else. Please. I beg of you.

The tip of the tongue smashed into the back of the lips, the momentum carrying her forth, floating through the volume of water before the lips. Rarity glided into them, each in a purple hue. Sinking into their plushness, she rebounded, though held onto their flesh. She crawled downward to their narrowest slit.

And then she swam into it.

I survived your trap. Played along with you. Now let me leave.

Rarity swam into the crevice and wiggled into the tightness, the lips meshing over her, rolling her as though they were spreading lipstick. After enough flailing, a space appeared, light and air, and the downpour of breath.

The tiny broke through and rested onto her back, looking up to the rising hills of cheeks and the two domes that were the underside of a nose. Slices of eyes looked down upon her. Lucky held the water in her mouth.

"T-There! Everyone always makes it a game with you! Now I have endured yours!" Rarity panted heavily for reasons beyond exhaustion. It was an underwater cavern inside that mouth. Inside the mouth of another person. "Don't they usually let you go if you succeed?"

Lucky's response was for her lips to suck the miniature woman back in—an inward plop followed by an outward one. Rarity was sucked in and plopped out, rubbed between the lubricated lips. She cried. Calls of a name, fragmented, on every entry and exit.

And it took a short time for the used and abused to realise her arousal.

Rarity felt massaged and dominated. Her chest flattened and her ass pressed. The whole of her being, compressed by lips, sucked and blown by one capable of devouring her home. Before she had known it, a tongue snaked between her jean-clad legs. Nuzzling between her thighs, it found its place at their crux.

Whimpers whispered. Delight enjoyed as the immense weight mounted onto her crotch. The tip pushed her shirt up, the bumps of heated taste buds tickling across her skin. She continued to be sucked forward and back. Kissed all and all as the head of the beast impaled itself into her crotch.

Digging, wiggling, and grinding her black lingerie into her needy folds. In a second of pause that left the girl slumped backward on the lips, the tiny wiggled her waist on and off the bottom lip, sliding her pants down into the open water.

The tongue pulled away as the denim floated into the dark reaches of the living tank. Her fingers slid over the bones of her hips and snagged the hem of her underwear. She was thankful the vast expanse of the mouth was filled with water.

The black panties slid down white, kicking legs, a spread of bubbles around them, until cast into the sea. The tongue promptly dove back into the nakedness of the little one, devouring them. Licking at that sweet, tiny spot, which stripped the elegant girl of her composure.

Oh, to HELL with it!

Rarity wrapped her legs around the head of the tongue and dragged her crotch across its surface. It burned like a wide, wet lick, with round protrusions to focus her thrusts on. The lips clenched on her being, squeezing her chest and ass, nearing flattening the great softnesses they once were. Once consumed, the lips then released her, permitting the lady to reenter the globe of water. The tongue arched in the expanse of the dome, with the tiny woman riding its top.

Now free of constraints, the tiny hugged the end of the beast, meshing her chest into the flesh. She hugged it like she would a body pillow, the peach of her ass exposed behind. Her cheeks compressed and spread as her legs dragged across the sides of the uncaring monster.

Rarity drew herself forward and back, dragging herself across the coarse surface, squeezing to sink into the flesh, tightly until its softness resisted her. It burned like a heated blanket and was smoothly rough over her skin. Her pussy twitched hotter at the rising pressure. She humped the tongue furiously.

Rarity was a specimen, now. She imagined what she must have looked like, too, tiny and in the center of a snow globe, a white, hourglass figure, grinding like a dog does against their bed. Her pump, white ass, stretching and expanding, rocking forward and back with the force of her thrusts. Seeping into each other as she went inward and pushing back out when she went outward. Simply a hot figure, turned animalistic, seeking pleasure—and be sated.

Rarity's arms and legs released the object. She leaned back as white blossomed like a mist from her crotch. She came to float, the world no longer mattering, oxygen, a passing thought, as the orgasmic bliss tingled.

She did not care. Not even for the vacuum that opened to her right. Her mind did not mind as a vortex formed to her right. It took her for a spin within the swirling currents, carrying her to the distant abyss. Everything went dark and silent, except for a gulp and a swallow, one that blasted and resounded, the squishy sounds of beating flesh forming around her.

Rarity did not care even then, with arms bound to her sides by the clumps of flesh that composed the throat, the ones that crinkled as they took her downward. She was a bulge in another woman's throat, set to be cast in the center of her being, trapped behind a cute tummy.

No.

Because now she knew.

This was how Lucky felt each time she was devoured.

And now, she would not mind switching sides.

It was never... about devouring someone else... but rather... the act of someone being devoured...