//------------------------------// // Teenagers Will Be Teenagers Pt. 1 (Guest and 1st Person) // Story: Tales from Tinies. // by MrAquino //------------------------------// One moment, I’m web surfing in my room, late at night, then in a flash of light, I’m somewhere else! I have no idea where I am; the ground is hard and has strange, brown patterns on it, but, more interestingly, it was completely flat, stretching out for more than half a kilometer in every direction. What was more stunning was what laid beyond. “That’s one BIG bed” I wondered aloud. Looking around, I realized that I’m in a giant bedroom. The ground is flat because it’s wood flooring, the grains about half a meter across. That’s when it hits me; the room isn't big, I’m tiny! I slap myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. Turns out, I’m not. Not wanting to be caught out in the open when the room’s occupant returns, I walk briskly over towards what appears to be a dirty towel laying on the floor. From there, I peek out and map out the room. I’m relatively near the door, which I should be able to walk under without much issue. On the far side of the room lays the unmade bed, blankets drooping over the edge and a pillow propped up against a dresser. Across from the dresser is a small bookshelf, which is next to a closet filled with bags, and a good distance above the bed is a window, through which I can see nothing but clouds and a late day sky. Around the edges of the room lays piles of clothes and books, and the light blue walls are covered in crudely drawn pictures of stick figure horses with smiley faces, muffins, and gemstones. Satisfied with my observations, I leave my cover to explore the rest of the house, but before I even reached the door, I heard the noise of another door closing from the other side. "Mom! Dinky! I’m back!" A female voice calls out. "Mmm the house smells good” "Welcome back muffin," another female voice answered. "Dinky and I were just napping while we waited for some muffins to bake.” “They’re Blueberry Chocolate Chip!” says a young girl, presumably ‘Dinky’. "Did you have a good weekend in Manehattan?” the second female questioned. “It was great." ” replied the first "Sea Swirl didn't want to leave, so I had to drag her tail to the station. We nearly missed a second train. I almost didn't make it to work on time." I wonder what is up with these people and their silly names. “I was wondering about the gem dust in your mane, and why you didn't come home sooner.” the second stated “Anyway, it's great to have you back home!” after a pause she continued "I love you Sparkler, but you really need to take a shower. I don't think you showered since you left.” “We went swimming while we were there.” a long pause “Fine, just let me drop my stuff off in my room” Sparkler groaned. I can hear footsteps that sound like two pairs of clogs approaching, like a clown show of impending doom. I run behind the nearest cover I can find; a pile of books several times my height. As I peek out from a book, as think as I am tall, the door opens and a truly giant, magenta coat colored horse with a lavender mane and tail with a trio of diamonds on her flank walks in and sits on the bed. It’s coat, mane and tail sparkled; honestly, it was the prettiest creature I’d ever seen with my own eyes. I look upwards at it’s face and it’s oversized, but utterly adorable eyes, further up I see that it’s mane isn't entirely lavender, it has a stripe of light pink running right past it’s horn… Wait a minute... horses don't have horns... and unicorns aren't real. I pinch myself to double check. Still not dreaming. Then the strangest thing happened; the unicorn talked. “First, she makes me clean my room before I can leave, then she makes me pack a toothbrush AND toothpaste, why can’t she see that mouthwash is good enough?" I recognize the voice as Sparkler from downstairs “And, the first thing she does when I get home is to tell me to take a shower!?” Sparkler grumbles as she slips off her saddlebags and trots back out of the room. I take the time alone to find a better hiding spot. While I don't think they’re predatory, they’re horses after all. But all the same, they might mistake me for a pest and try to step on me like a cockroach. I decide I’ll try to find a way out after dark. I wait for the sound of rushing water to rumble through the walls before I dash across the empty room and climb up a bag and see that inside is lots of cloth, more specifically, dresses. I wonder why would a horse need dresses, but I don't question it too much, as it’s a perfect hiding spot. A short while later, the faucet turned off, and Sparkler walked back in. The door glowed and closed without her touching it, though her horn glows the same color. Once the door latched, the towel slips off and lands in a pile as Sparkler stands in front of her dresser. A comb rosed into the air, and Sparkler looks at it before it falls back to the top of the dresser. “I’ll do it in the morning” she yawned and laid down on her bed. With one last glow of her horn, everything went dark. Without the lights on, I realized how late it really is, as outside, the sky was a very dark violet. After letting my eyes acclimatize to the dark, I climb down from my hiding spot, glad to be able to get off of a particularly uncomfortable button, and quietly walk to the door. it’s slightly lower than I anticipated, having to bend over to get under. On the other side is a short hallway. I can see a bathroom through an open doorway, and the other way disappears into the floor. As I approached to investigate it, it turned out, it’s a steep stairway which poses a dilemma. It’s not so long of a drop that I couldn't do it safely, but there’s no way I’d be able to get back up once I go down there. Possible escape, but unknown dangers, and no safety line, versus confinement and relative protection. I don't consider myself a coward, but I don't feel it’s worth the risk; I can come back another night should my situation change. I turn around and head back into Sparkler’s room. Inside, I try to find a comfortable place to spend the night, though I can't find a comfortable, safe location. Begrudgingly, I approached the bed with a sleeping Sparkler on it. I started to climb a low dangling, blanket, somewhat surprisingly, it can bear my weight, though it’s still not an easy climb. Suddenly, Sparkler rolls over and pulls the droop of blanket that I’m climbing onto the bed. I stand up and walk around the massive horse, careful not to slip on the depression in the bed as I reach the head of the bed. I looked into her adorable face in the moonlight and have to resist the urge to pet it. There’s still a pillow leaning on the dresser, of which the top drawer is slightly ajar giving me an idea. I climb up the mountain of a pillow and onto the top of the dessert, which I have to be careful not to trip on the random clutter as I approach the edge. The top drawer was open just enough for me to slip inside. I land in a sea of softness and quickly went to sleep. I’m awakened by the sound of an alarm clock, muffled by the walls. It’s definitely too muffled to be mine, so I try to go back to sleep as it’s shut off. Suddenly. a bright light shines across my face as my room is slid out from under the ceiling. It quickly stops and slides back, but before it closes all the way I hear a not unfamiliar “Huh?” The room slides all the way out and I’m lifted into the air by my shirt. After a moment, I’m set down onto the top of a drawer; I turn around and see Sparkler staring at me “What are you doing in my lingerie drawer?” I look down and see that my sleeping spot was a pair of striped panties. Still groggy I mumbled “I just wanted a comfy place to sleep.” “... Huh, you must be one of those humans that have been popping up recently.” I just nod my head. She licked her lips and pauses. Then, she leaned forwards and LICKED me. It caught me off guard. “...What the-? Why did you lick me?” I asked in surprise. "Wow! You taste really good!” she leaned forward again and licked me some more. I do my best to push her slimy tongue away, but it didn't seem to stop her. "Hey! Don't eat me!” I’m double guessing my beliefs of horses being strictly vegetarian. “Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you, even if you do taste like fresh waffles with peanut butter and maple syrup.” “...So... what are you going to do with me?” I ask unconvinced “I’m going to keep you all to myself, but I have to leave, so you can either come with me, or, I have a very nice jar for you.” an empty peanut butter jar floated up to emphasize her wicked grin and glowing horn. Seeing no choice, I sighed. Might as well deal with it now than later. “Ok, I’ll come with you... but could I at least ride on you and not in a bag?” “Deal!” she replied and I floated up and into her mane “By the way, what’s your name?” "Mike. Yours?” “Amethyst ‘Star’ Sparkler Hooves. But you can call me Amethyst, or Sparkler. Your choice, really. Well... Dad called me Amy, but nopony else does." She trotted down the stairs and I hold onto her hair. As she leaves the house, she floats a muffin with us. As she turned a corner, she broke a piece off and floats it to me “Try it, my mom’s muffins are the best.” I don't need the encouragement; I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, so I tore into the muffin. Sparkler was right; the muffin is delicious and, somehow, I manage to eat the whole chunk. But as I look around, I hide deeper in her mane; we’re in some sort of plaza and surrounded by ponies. “Hey Amethyst!” a pony calls, and Sparkler’s head turns to face a Yellow pony with matching colored wings and a blue mane, trotting up to us “Glad to see you’re back!” “Nice to see you too Raindrops, I didn't miss anything important did I?” “Not much, I mean Rainbow discovered something about…” she trails off as she looks right at me “Hey, why didn't you tell me you found a Tiny?” Before I could ask what a ‘tiny’ was, Sparkler spoke up. “The gig’s up, Mike. You might as well come out.” No use trying to hide. I step forward, using Sparkler’s horn as support while I stepped onto Amethyst's mussel “What gave me away?” I asked. “I have the eyes of an hawk” her friend replied casually “I wish I had a tiny; I hear they're REALLY tasty and feel good squirming around inside your gut.” "What the buck Raindrops!?” Sparkler exclaimed, mirroring my own thoughts. “Oh yeah! You weren't here, two days ago; Rainbow accidentally ate a few times and she says that they tasted really great, and that they're fine. There's some sort of magic shield around them, and so far, ponies can't hurt them, even by, you know... eating them.” I’m suddenly very aware of the pair of eyes looking hungrily at my back “Don't even think about it!" I warned "This Rainbow might be crazy and is covering his crimes!” "First off, Rainbow is a mare," The mare I was on corrected me "She's an element of harmony, and isn't crazy. If it makes you feel any better, I can get you out if you get hurt. Besides, you still owe me for breaking into my room.” “Can we at least wait to try it until we get back to your room?” I plead “...Alright. But I don't want any complaining when the time comes.” “Hey Amethyst, is your mom working today?” Raindrops asked unexpectedly. “I don't think so” Sparkler replied “Of course not. Well, in that case, I have to go. Have a nice day!” Raindrops turned and flew away. “...What was that last part about?” I asked “Oh, ever since my mom, Derpy, and Raindrops dropped a piano and an anvil on Twilight Sparkle, they haven't been allowed to work the same shift.” The rest of the day passed uneventfully as Sparkler polished gemstones at work and filled me in on pony history, and about the other humans appearing around Wquestria. We got home in the mid afternoon and she sets me down on her bed. I knew what was coming, but as I looked into her eyes, all of my worry disappeared; I mean, how can I be scared of something so cute "You know, you look really pretty covered in gem dust.” I spoke. "Aww, thanks” She leaned forward, moving her tongue all over my body, shortly followed by her reeling back and wiping her tongue “Blech! It definitely doesn't taste pretty.” We spent the better part of the next 3 minutes getting the rest of the dust off of me before Amethyst tried again. Her tongue wrapped it’s way around my body, holding me in place as her massive maw descends around me. Her mouth closed around my ankles and she slurps me all the way into her mouth. Her tongue moved around, trying to reach every part of my body. I bounce around as she laid down on the bed, followed by some moans of pleasure. “Am I really that tasty?” “Mm-Hmm” I’m bathed in a fresh wave of saliva and I find my feet pointing at the dark tunnel, leading further into the beautiful mare, while the tip of her tongue rubs circles around my face and ruffles my hair. I can't help but give the big muscle a hug. That surprises her and she reflexively swallowed, tearing me away from my cozy hug and pulls me backwards, the vacuum dissipating as my feet dangled over the edge. Air pushed past my feet as Sparkler rumbles “Just yell if you need out.” With that, my world tips backwards and I slide into her throat. The walls compress around me, trapping my hands above my head as muscles forced me onwards, and I can feel Sparkler’s hoof mirroring the decent. Suddenly my world opens up and I slide into a pool, but, unlike my expectation, it didn't burn. It didn't even tingle, it just felt like a soft hot tub. I’m not particularly fond of hot tubs, but it was definitely not bad. Somehow, I could still see, and honestly, it both looked, and felt like a deflated bouncy castle, albeit, one that’s dripping wet with saliva, acids, and other liquids. “Are you ok in there?” Sparkler asked with a tinge of worry in her voice. “I’m fine so far... it’s a bit gross, but it’s not bad actually” I replied “Good, because you're staying in there until you apologize for sleeping on my panties.” "... Um... Why do you even have panties? Do you actually... wear them?” “I like having the option of wearing the latest fashions, and maybe I want to show off to a special somepony in the future. If you're good, maybe I’ll show a pair off for you tomorrow” A crazy thought popped into my head. “Are you flirting with me?” “Maaaaybe, but you're the one who’s repeatedly complimenting me” After a minute of me listening to her calming heartbeat and failing to think up a good retort, a very muffled voice came from outside. I could barely make it out “Dinky! Sparkler! It’s dinnertime! Come and eat!” “I’ll talk to you after dinner.” Sparkler spoke. Her stomach spun and wobbled as she got up and walked down to the dinner table. “Do you think dad will show up tonight?” Dinky asked “Dad shows up whenever dad shows up, sis, I miss him too, but wishing doesn't make him appear.” “Come on, my little muffins, it's salad and hot muffins” their mother, Derpy, if I remember, said. The combination made me cringe and what I can only assume is a response from Sparkler. “At least it’s better than ‘salad-muffins’.” “I know you don't like salad-muffins, that’s why I haven't made them for years” Derpy retorted. The hooves family sat down, all but one unaware that there’s a fourth person at the table. Sparkler’s stomach churned and growled in preparation of the imminent meal. I had to tread water to not risk drowning, as there's no 'safe ground', even near the churning walls. It got easier, shortly thereafter, as chewed up salad greens made an effective, if temporary, island. "How was your day at school today, Dinky?” her mother, Derpy, started the conversation. “It was ok. The Cutie Mark Crusaders said that ponies can eat the tinies and that they taste really good, and that the tinies aren't hurt a bit when they're being eaten.” "Yeah, I heard something similar on the way to work.” Sparkler chimed in, not adding the part where she partook in that indulgence. “Dinky, if you see a Human, I don't care how tasty you're told, you have to treat it with respect. It’s impolite to eat someone” Derpy warned “But Scootaloo said that Rainbow Dash’s gonna eat every tiny she can find” Dinky protested. I decide that I’m going to stay as far away from any ponies named, or literally have, Rainbow as I possibly can. Sparkler’s stomach had long since stopped resembling a living bouncy castle and now resembles the trash compactor from Star Wars... except with the metal junk replaced by floating bits of muffin, fractions of steamed carrots, and a variety of salad greens all mixed up into a relatively disgusting blend, a blend that is currently covering the all of my body above the waterline. I was almost thankful when clean Ice cold water rained onto my head. “Gah! Warn me next time!” I try to reprimand, though, I doubt that I could physically reprimand Sparkler if I tried. “May I be excused?” Sparkler asked politely. “Are you sure?" Derpy checked "You didn't eat very much, and there’s plenty for seconds.” “I’m sure, I’m just not very hungry right now.” Sparkler reassured before getting up and walking back up to her room. “Sorry for not talking to you, it’s just you heard my mom. What if she found out that there’s a human inside me right now?” for some reason I actually find myself caring about this pony that ate me. I can't figure out why... I mean, she ATE me. The ceiling became the floor as Sparkler laid on her back, luckily, her stomach had calmed down, and I’m able to find a spot to lay down myself without having to worry about drowning. I could feel her hoof pushing down on my location as she spoke. “You feel really, really, good in there... I can feel your every move... it tickles, it makes me… Mmm...” her whole body starts to move in a rhythmic pattern and I don't need a complete sentence to figure out what she’s doing. It’s actually kinda hot. "Do you really need to do that?" I ask, if she doesn't stop, I'm probably going to get horny too. "Sorry, it's just it's heat season and... um yeah... sorry" she responds, embarrassed. "It's fine... I kinda liked it actually” I blush with the admission. "Would you like me to read to you?” she asked "Um... Sure?” I reply, unsure where this was going. She started reading quietly, though, inside her gut, I could hear her perfectly. Though I definitely don't agree with the choice of novel, ‘Fifty Bales of Hay’, but between her calming heartbeat, the soft and warm walls of her tummy, her not so gentle rocking, and a constant hum of her voice telling a dirty tale about bat ponies, I quickly fell asleep. I was asleep, until she rolled onto her side and stomach acids splashed me awake. Her steady breathing tells me that she’s asleep and I see that her esophagus had relaxed dramatically, opening up even. I began to crawl upwards as I entered back into her mouth; she gasped, drawing in a breath of cold air, and I instantly change my mind about leaving my current warm residence. Lucky for me, Sparkler didn't wake up. I found a comfortable spot under her tongue, using it as a blanket as my head rests on her firm, but not uncomfortable inner gums, and one foot rests on either side of her tongue, my arms wrapped around it partly to keep myself in place and partly to hug Sparkler. I don't know why but I trust this mare, I just feel good inside when I’m near her. Before I drift off again I whispered, doubting she was going to hear me. “Goodnight Sparkler... I think... I love you.”