Author's Note

Honestly wasn't real sure where I was going with this one. Hope it turned out ok. Please, for the love of Celestia's plot, let me know what you guys think. I can't fix something if I don't know what you think is wrong with it. If you don't like it just because it's vore, don't bother commenting or even leaving a thumbs down. Just move along.

2: Miniature Princess

She had finally done it. In the intervening weeks since she’d decided to begin her little experiments, she’d gotten samples of blood from everypony in Ponyville and even from Celestia and Luna. The two elder Princesses had been eager to see her results. Returning to her castle after collecting Celestia and Luna’s blood samples, she placed all of it into a cooling environment. A small case enchanted to keep them cool. First test, could she make a mini Celestia?

Walking over to the table, she looked at the ingredients she’d acquired, she had to think of what she’d need. Celestia was her mentor. Her guide. The one pony besides her own mother that raised her. She knew almost everything there was to know about Celestia. At least she thought she did. How could she possibly mess this up? She turned on her cloning machine, placed a single drop of Celestia’s blood into the petri dish with the necessary components, and activated the process.

Like the first time she’d done it, the process was quick. Within moments, there was a miniature Celestia in her room. The tiny mare looked around, curious about where she was. When her eyes fell on Twilight, she didn’t panic. She merely smiled, floated out of the petri dish, and sat down. For all intents and purposes, this tiny pony was Princess Celestia. She may or may not have even really known her purpose for being created. She had no memory up to this point as far as Twilight knew.

The two ponies stared at each other for quite some time, neither saying a word. Twilight’s magic jotted down every minute little detail. Eventually, somepony broke the silence. Twilight finally let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. The air rushed out of her like a balloon exploding.

Two things happened in very quick succession. Twilight’s eyes snapped on a movement directly in front of her. A sudden intrusion in her mouth would have had her spitting frantically if it wasn’t already in her throat. Her eyes widened as she choked for a moment before levitating over a glass of water, tossing her head back, and swallowing. The lump that slid down her throat was far more solid than just water. She wanted to track the lump as it moved through her body, but the second it passed her sternum she lost all sense of what was happening.

Panic set in immediately. “I just swallowed Celestia.” That one thought ran through Twilight’s head ad infinitum. Over and over again in varying degrees of panic, confusion, fear and many other emotions she had no time to categorize at the moment. She’d never swallowed something alive before. As far as she knew, nopony had. After a moment she could feel it. Celestia was moving. Her tiny, cloned mentor was moving around in her stomach. As if walking around, calm as could be.

Further panic set in on Twilight. Tiny Celestia was still alive in her stomach. But for how much longer. Where were those notes? Twilight searched frantically through every journal she had, including the one she used to write to Sunset. Where was it. There. No, that was on the reproductive habits of the ibis. Was it here? No, that was Cragadile hide thickness and durability. Here. Pony anatomy and the digestive system.

She had a day and a half. Roughly thirty-six hours. It took ponies roughly thirty-six hours to digest hay. What could happen to a living organism? She had no idea, but she was about to find out she was certain of that. Her tiny mentor, the clone of her at least, had jumped into her mouth and forced her way into her throat. She’d had no choice but to swallow. Princess Celestia would understand, right? She’d have choked to death otherwise. Right?

Three hours later, Twilight could still feel tiny Celestia in her belly. She hadn’t eaten anything in an effort to keep her stomach from becoming active, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She was hungry. Her forced meal wasn’t satisfying. She was a pony, she had to eat hay and other fibers. Not meat. Spike had come to offer her a hayburger ten minutes ago and she’d turned him down. Now she was regretting it as her stomach rumbled angrily at her. It wanted food.

Two hours later, Twilight’s horn was lit as she wrote a letter to Celestia. Her teacher had to know how to handle something like this. Re-write after re-write stared back at her before she finally torched it herself, hanging it over a candle to burn so she didn’t risk sending it to Celestia by accident.

Exhaustion finally started to take its toll on her after another eight hours. Celestia’s sun had set seven hours ago, so the Princess of the Sun was sleeping. Luna would be doing her rounds in the dream realm soon. Would she come and personally check on Twilight if she didn’t find her asleep? No… she was too busy for that. A knock on her door made her shriek as she readied herself for a possible attack.

It was just Starlight, asking if she was ok. She was. Mostly. Not that she could tell her student what had happened. What would she possibly think of her mentor? Starlight offered to get her something to drink. When Twilight refused, Starlight asked if she was ok one more time before, after being told once again that Twilight was fine, going back to bed.

Sleep finally took her, the sound of her own stomach gurgling lulling her into sleep. She did manage to make it to her bed though, so that was a thing. Her head hit the pillow… and she fell into a wet, squishy, spongey mass. Her eyes popped open, and she looked around.

Panic set in as she realized she was in a mouth. She stood up and tried to run for the teeth, but they just seemed to get further and further away. Looking down, she noticed that the tongue seemed to be moving with her hooves. The teeth weren’t getting further away. She was just not moving. A cackle sounded in her ears. She knew the sound of that laugh. It was her own laugh. Just twisted, albeit poorly. The tongue suddenly shot up and squashed her against the roof of her own mouth.

Oddly, she could feel it in her mouth too. It rolled and she felt something rolling against the roof of her mouth before it tumbled backwards. Twilight also tumbled backwards and fell into the throat, tumbling down and down into pitch blackness.

This wasn’t what it was like. When she’d swallowed Tiny Celestia, she’d felt every movement of the miniscule princess. The throat wasn’t this spacious. Soon enough she tumbled through an opening and into the stomach. Looking around, she spotted something that froze her blood cold. There, in the corner of the stomach. Celestia. Or what was left of her. Crown, boots, bones and spattering of mane and tail. The jaw was frozen open in a silent scream. Twilight approached slowly. Maybe she could at least close the mouth.

“YOU ATE ME!”

Twilight screamed herself awake only to realize she wasn’t awake. She was simply no longer in that nightmare. Looking around, she finally found the architect of dreams. Princess Luna.

“So… you ate Celestia did you?” Luna asked and Twilight started to go into an explanation of what happened. “I know it all, Twilight Sparkle. The Dream Realm is neighbor to the Realm of Memory after all. It merely took a peek and I understood. Now I know what you took our blood for.”

“I can explain…”

“No need. I surmise the cause is a noble one. And as the Celestia you inadvertently swallowed was not the real Celestia, tis no crime committed. Save for one of moral character. I imagine this will haunt you for some time.” Twilight merely nodded. “If you would like, I can simply seal those memories away behind a wall of dreams.”

“No. If I don’t remember them, I can’t take proper notes. Can you… at least do something about the nightmares?”

“That is something I can do quite easily, dear friend.” Luna said, smiling at Twilight, who smiled back and lay back down to go back to sleep. Even in the realm of dreams, sleep did a pony good.