//------------------------------// // Front Row Seats // Story: Tales from Tinies. // by MrAquino //------------------------------// “Order UP!!!” A pony fast food worker yelled out, bringing out a meal to a mare and her daughter, as in the back, along with the ponies working and preparing food, there was the Tinies. Many humans who were transported into the world of Equestria were seen as snacks, friends, family, or even all at the same time. Among the working Tinies, a young looking man in his early twenties was busy putting a patch of hay in a large stack on the bottom bun. “Carlos! Stop what you’re doing! We got a big, special order coming in!” Carlos’s boss yelled. He was an old man who looked unhappy working in his position, most likely had a better job back on Earth before the Vanishing. “Yes sir.” Carlos jumped off the bun and walked over to the older man. “What’s the order?” “Well those Wonder,... Errrrr,... Blitz’ guys are coming to this place... well, one of them, at least,  anyway he’s got a big order coming in.” The man looked very disinterested. “Got it sir, what am I gonna be making?” “A Hayburger. Probably the biggest one that they allow here. Something that, if any one of us tried to eat, would lead to a quick heart attack.” “Okay sir.” Carlos nodded and the old man walked away, giving himself a chance to sigh. “Well here we go again.” Carlos ran over to one of his pony partners and waited for the stallion to hand him over a large bun. “Come on man we gotta get this made.” Carlos mumbled to himself as the stallion was busy talking with the mare next to him. After sometime of waiting the stallion finally placed the bottom bun down next the tiny human. “Finally.” Carlos put on some new gloves and grabbed into a lettuce leaf and dragged it across the bun and setting it place where it needed to be, Carlos smiled at his work and proceeded to grabbing a pickle slice that was as big as him and flopped it on the lettuce, grabbing another and doing the same. Soon came the main sores of the hay burger; the hay. Carlos smiled a bit at the pride in his work: He collected an armful of hay and climbed up into the lettuce and laid it out he spread out handfuls of hay, he went back and forth spreading the hay out on the lettuce Carlos was ready to jump off when a sudden shot of ketchup hit him knocking him off his feet making him slip into the hey covering him ketchup and hay. “Wha-” Carlos rubbed the ketchup out of his eyes and suddenly got hit by a blast of mustard matting him down into the hay below him. Carlos tried to get but kept getting shot down by the ketchup and mustard. Soon Carlos saw a shadow looming over him he looked up wiping away the sauce from his eyes and seeing the large bun coming down on him. “Whoa! No! No! No! No!” The bun pinned him down keeping him pressed down into the hayburger. The soft bun’s bottom conformed to his body, but it was light enough that he might have moved it, had not the hoof of the stallion remained solidly atop the thing, pressing him down, and making it impossible to do more than squirm as it held him down, while the stallion himself was busy chatting with the mare. Soon the stallion wrapped up the burger in a paper wrapping and grabbed a bag placing the burger inside as well as two boxes of french fries and onion rings all ready to go. The stallion closed up the bag and walked to the counter. “Order up for Mr. Soarin!” He called out unaware of his co-worker inside. The stallion waited patiently and soon, arrived the light blue stallion in his WonderBolt uniform. “Right here!” Soarin stepped up and grabbed the bag and paid the stallion. The hungry WonderBolt flew into the air at a quick speed and found a spare cloud for him to nest on. “Alright. Just on time I’m starving.” Inside the burger Carlos tried to scream for help but they were muffled by the tight pressured sandwich he could feel trembling and quaking around him shaking him around as gravity was shifting in multiple places at once. Sorian unwrapped the bag and pulled out a bag setting it down on the cloud opening it and took a bit of a frie he licked his lips happily taking out the rest of the food taking some small onion rings out to gobble and finally unwrapped the hay burger, Soarin smiled happily licking his lips a bit drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. Carlos felt gravity shaking around him and soon felt the the whole world around him begin to settle Carlos felt a bit of weight of shift finally he took this chance to start climbing get out of the trap. Carlos was easy to move between the buns with the slimy ketchup and mustard he climbed his way to the small beams of light gleaming from the outside, he was about to be free, he was going to get out. Carlos peaked out and looked up seeing the WonderBolt Soarin staring down at the hay burger that he was in and he looked very hungry. “W-Wait! Mister! Stop!” He pleaded. Unfortunately, it fell on deaf ears as Soarin licked his lips with a lot drool. The burger was picked up by the stallion’s hooves, who was too focused on the sandwich instead of the person. His mouth opened, showing the flat molars that had webs of saliva hanging from the top of the mouth and teeth to the bottom. Carlos yelled and pleaded as the stallion’s open maw grew closer and closer he was seeing into a the frightening abyss waiting for him to fall inside. He tried to slip back in maybe to climb out through the back way of the sandwich only the pressure of the hooves kept him pinned somehow and soon Soarin's open maw overshadowed his entire surroundings. “No! No! Nooooooo!” The twin molars slammed down over the sandwich now trapping the tiny human inside Soarin’s mouth, the half was ripped out and flopped fully inside the stallion’s mouth giving Carlos a bit of freedom only to be flopped around by the tongue moving him and the half of the sandwich into his molars. “Mmmmm!” Sorain’s voice echoed through his mouth making Carlos hold his ears when the echo bounced around the closed mouth Carlos looked up seeing the gigantic molars beginning to come down and the one’s he was sitting on was going up Carlos quickly jumped off the two smashing boulders and flopped into the slimy tongue and slipped trying to get his footing, he watched as the molars crushed into the sandwich the bread and the lettuce ripped to shreds like paper the hay bits grounded into a soft gooey paste mixed in with the saliva. All he did was hug the tongue, trying to stay in place and not get tossed and crushed between the boulders that was Soarin’s teeth. Soon the sloppy mush of the sandwich came splashing into him covering him in the slimy mush soon the tongue lifted up and proceeded to work to the back to his cavernous throat. Carlos panicked and clawed at the tongue, trying to stay away from the abyss that was Soarin’s throat… but to no avail. The stallion’s tongue was too slippery being covered in saliva, and Carlos fell into his pred’s throat. GULP!!! Soarin sighed in satisfaction, licking his lips before continuing with the rest of his hayburger, unaware of the accidental extra ingredient in his meal. Carlos tried to hold himself in Soarin’s throat to prevent himself from going down any further, only for the stallion’s throat muscles to both push him down further while also being slightly crushed. After a what felt like minutes, Carlos saw the opening that was Soarin’s stomach, opening and showing a bit of the fleshy prison, followed by the reek of what was close to a rotten garden assaulting his nostrils. As hard as he tried, Carlos was pushed into the stomach, making a splash, submerged below the stomach acids for a bit before reemerging with a loud cough, taking in the rancid air, making his nose hurt and him to cough. Carlos looked around the slimy prison the walls swayed, decreasing and increasing the walls were a wrinkled lumps that moved slightly dripping water or slime off the walls. The whole fleshy walls were a light ruby color and the liquids he was now laying in were a lime green he watched as the mush was beginning to be worked down by liquid, hissing and bubbling and soon, more mush was pushed down through the tight sphincter above him, which too bubbled away. Carlos felt the gravity shift soon he was hovering and then was tossed into a wall. Soarin must have been moving. Soon, he was shot into the left wall then right, caught in a violent rocking as the stallion walked, in which he let out a loud burp. “Oof, that meal was fitting!” He spoke, albeit, with his voice muffled to Carlos, past the sounds of his body at work. “Hope this doesn’t affect my training.” The sound of wings flapping was heard, making the stomach bounce with each beat of them. “Hey! Hey! I’m in here! Mr Soarin let me out of here!” Carlos pounded on the walls only to be rocked back into the floor by the sudden jolt of movement. The moving made him grasp hold of the sloppy walls only to slip from his grasp and be tossed around into the walls. Unfortunately for him, Soarin’s stomach growled loudly, making the stallion rub his belly as he landed back on base. “Ugh, I think something must not be agreeing with me.” He said to himself before going into his quarters. Carlos was knocked around back and forth into the sloppy walls slamming into them with a loud splat and squish he was flopping in the floor splashing into the liquids and mush. “Help! Please someone help!” Soarin did some flips in the air going through some cloud rings at an incredible speed but soon stopped holding his belly he let out a sudden burp making him rub his now aching belly. “Help! Help!” Carlos resorted to hitting and kicking at the walls making a loud patting and splatting sound. “Oh,.... Ow,.. What the heck? My gut’s killing me.” Soarin flew back down to the cloud and holding his belly as he let out another belch. “Oh, I think I need to rest for a bit.” He walked to his quarters, burping a bit with each step, making some of the ponies to turn and give a bit of an annoyed look at his belches. The stallion’s face was turning a bit green his stomach gurgling and he burped more. He relaxed on a nearby bench, letting out some small burps as he laid on his aching belly. Inside his belly slowly moved around the poor tiny; he kept pounding on the belly walls, trying to get the giant’s attention.attention Soon, the walls started to decrease, making the stomach very cramped with the walls starting to squeeze him. He tried to thrash loose, only to be smothered into the tight lumps of stomach walls. ~Burp!~ The walls suddenly decreased and a blast of air shot Carlos right up into the open sphincter. Carlos saw a faded light becoming more brighter as he was sailing up and up towards the coming open mouth shooting right out into the open air. Carlos only saw the world twisting around he felt like he was about to vomit till he suddenly stopped feeling a choke on his neck he looked up to see Soarin holding him by the scruff of his work shirt. He saw he was a foot in the air and watched as Soarin fluttered back down to the bench and safely set him down. “You okay little fella?” Soarin’s voice boomed. “Y-Yes,... I’m okay just a bit shaken up.” Carlos looked up at the concerned stallion. “Why didn’t you let me out earlier?!? “Sorry little guy didn’t hear you I was,.... Kind of busy.” Soarin smiled and pat Carlos’s head. “But hey you're out now.” “... WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!? Are you some kinda c**t!? To be able to ignore a crying guy!?” “Whoah, dude!” “You know what you f**king like!? You like to f**k s**t and f**k and f**k!!!” “... What’s a c**t?” Spitfire heard over the whole rage filled conversation. She heard the tiny shout a word and Soarin a bit confused on what it was. “Uhh Soarin?” “Yeah?” Soarin looked over at the worried Spitfire. “Um well,...” She leaned in and whispered into his ear. Soarin’s eyes widened at what the word meant. “... I don’t know what to say.” “Nothing to say. Let me talk to the little guy.” “Well okay.” Soarin took off into the air. Leaving Spitfire with Carlos she looked down at him and smirked a bit. “Um,... Those words,... May have came off t-to strong.” Carlos backed up a bit and was plucked up by Spitfire’s jaws flung into the air and opened her maw above the flaring Carlos letting him fall into her maw and swallowed him down patting her belly happily. “I bet they were.” She chuckled, walking out. Carlos held onto her stomach walls and looked around, seeing that he wasn’t alone, as other people were in her stomach. “... I’m so fired.”