“Gair! Come and help me, lad!” A woman’s voice called out.
A 10-year-old boy with dark brown hair, wearing a green sweater and dark pants, ran to the source of the woman’s voice. His mother, who struggled with some logs, or in their case, twigs, made her way into the living room with the door wide open. Gair ran to the door, slamming it behind his mother, stopping the cold air from blowing into their new home.
Gair and his mother had found themselves in Equestria two months ago. It was a difficult adjustment, but they had managed to settle here. Sadly for them, only Gair and his mother had each other upon their arrival to Equestria whereas the rest of the family was separated. Gair could only hope that he would see his Dad and the rest of his family again.
“Thank you, sweetie.” His mother placed the wood into the fireplace, giving the house its warmth, battling the chill of the winter. “Did you stir the soup for me like I told you?”
“Yeah, I did, Mum, and I kept the house cleaned like you wanted.” He smiled and scanned his eyes over at his winter clothes. His mother took notice of this and knew what he wanted to do. “Um... may I please go out and play now?”
“Well,...” Gair’s mother rubbed the back of her head ever since they came to the knew world filled with the mythical giant ponies. At this, she had become overprotective of her son. She had just gotten use to living in the Tiny village and their wooden house, but Gair hadn't gotten to know any of kids or the ponies in and out of the village. “Well, Gair, since you were a good boy, you can go out.”
“Thank you, Mum!” Gair ran to his mom and hugged her, making her almost fall back from the sudden impact.
“Just promise me, Gair, you’ll be careful, and if you see any strange ponies you run away or hide, or try to find one that will protect you.” Gair’s mother sounded uneasy and worried for her son but she didn’t want him to be unhappy cooped up in the house. “And promise me you’ll be back by your curfew, young man!”
“I will Mum, I will.” Gair smiled, running to the coat hanger, grabbing his orange hoodie, and slipping into a pair of grey sweatpants and a double pair of socks.
“Hold it!” His mother stopped him before he ran out the door. She had a heavy coat along with a scarf, and beanie. “I’m not having you get sick out there.” She began to forcefully put the heavy coat on Gair and wrap the scarf around his face and pulled the beanie down on his head almost covering his whole face. Gair looked like bloated starfish.
“Mmmm! Mmmmm!” He tried to speak through the scarf, only to have his voice muffled.
“What?” His mother unwrapped the scar around his face.
“Mum, I can’t put my arms down.” His mother looked confused then pushed his arms down to his sides only to have them stick back into the odd pose. His mother tried pushing down three more times only to have the same results.
“Alright, just wear the heavy coat, but keep the scarf and the beanie.” His mother took off the coat and let Gair take off his hoodie. Afterwards, she handed him the coat, to which Gair slipped on and slipped his feet into the boots, and before long he ran out the door with shouts of excitement.
The first thing Gair did was take leap into the snow, crumbling into the ground beneath. Gair laughed loudly enjoying the chilly slush under him. He stood up grabbing the sled that leaned on the side of his house. Gair walked out of the village and passed the gate and was met with a large, purple hoof stomping near him, making him jump. Gair looked up seeing Princess Twilight standing beside the village wall.
“Hello, Miss Twilight!” Gair waved getting the giant’s attention who looked down at him and kneeling down.
“Hello, Gair, are you going to go play?” Twilight asked her muzzle inches from the boy.
“Yeah. Mum gave me the ok.” Gair smiled up at Twilight.
“Alright, well would you like me to assist you?” Twilight asked in a concerned tone. “I’m sure your mother would like you stay safe.”
“Nah, I’ll be alright. I wanna explore a little bit on my own anyway.”
“Are you sure sweetie?” Twilight’s gigantic eyes showed concern for the tiny boy.
“Yeah! Don’t worry I’ll stay safe I promise.” Gair gave Twilight’s muzzle a quick hug, snuggling into the warm velvet fur of her nose. “Bye, Twilight.” Gair took off for the snowy landscape leaving behind the tiny village.
The village was like any other town in Equestria, but with the use of unicorn magic, it was modeled into modern-like homes found only in the land. Every house and home was modeled differently due to the ponies’ different creativity, and in Gair’s case, his home was a log cabin, big enough for a large family as were many of the homes made for the tiny humans.
The boy had made his way far away from his village. He looked back as he saw Twilight standing near his home, but as he moved farther away, she seemed to be much smaller. He looked over the gigantic snowy land around him. The blanket of white was stretched across the whole land of giants the small hill which to him was the like Mount Everest itself, with a giant tree overlooking it all like it could stretch up to the heavens.
Gair felt his adventurous spirit start to whimper down. The immense snowy land seemed so stark and barren, and the thought of running into a pony started to feel like a bad idea. His little chest shivered from the chilling air and his tired feet feeling heavy, giving him second thoughts about adventuring out into the open. Maybe it was better that he stayed home.
With that thought, Gair turned back and ran back, but he only made a few short steps when he heard the cacophony of childish giggles and plastic sliding across the surface of the snow. It started off far away, but got louder as it got closer. It was then, Gair realized, that those noises meant something big was coming his way, and it was coming fast!
Gair turned around and saw three gigantic forms on plastic sleds heading right for him! The boy panicked as one came down on him like a roaring tsunami, just missing him barely, but leaving him covered in snow. His head emerged just in time to see another giant sled falling towards him. Quickly, he crawled himself out of the snow and leapt away just as it passed where he was stuck.Gair looked at the giant sleds and saw that the two that rode in each sled were giant fillies, the first filly being orange, the second being yellow.
Just as the boy got up, his world was eclipsed in shadow. Turning, he saw the bottom side of another sled just on top of him. Screaming, Gair leapt to the side just before the sled impacted the snowy ground. Sledding past him was another filly of white fur, giggling along before the front side of her sled was caught by a rock and catapulted her a few feet away, making her faceplant into the snow.
Gair shivered in the snow pile, not from the cold but how scared he was from that experience. He watched the other two fillies rushing over to the white filly’s aid, the latter lifting her face up from the snow, to see it was all covered in the cold power with little twigs and leaves forming a whimsical funny face.
“You ok Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom asked. She wore a winter attire consisting of fluffy purple earmuffs, a dark coat that covered her front with a light velvet scarf wrapped around her neck, and tightly-laced boots.
“I’m fine.” Sweetie Belle blew some of the snow out from her muzzle with a sound quite similar to blowing raspberries. The unicorn filly wore a pink winter coat with light blue arms and cute violet boots. “We should totally do that again!”
“Heck yeah, that was awesome!” Scootaloo shouted triumphantly. She wore a dark violet hoodie with a scarf wrapped around her muzzle with the design of skeletal teeth. Unlike her friends, she wore pink mitts on her front hooves and dark boots on her hind hooves.
Gair could see the giant fillies talking with each other and they had not noticed him yet. The boy climbed his way out from the snow pile, not wanting the fillies to notice him. He slowly took his first step, keeping his eyes on the giants which led him to slip down on the fresh, sleek path of snow.
“Oof!” Gair grunts slipping down the sleek path sliding all the way down towards the three giant fillies. “Wa- Wait! No! No! No!”
Gair thrashed down the path, trying the best he could to stop himself from sliding down the incline, but his efforts and cries for were all for nothing as he saw the fillies getting bigger and bigger, their gigantic forms taking over his view. Their giggling forms were initially unaware of the boy as he slid down the tractionless snow, finally stopping in the last place he wanted to be right now. He was lying in the slippery snow smack-dab in the center of the giggling galloping giantesses, and to him, they were all as big as a two-story house.
It was only until after he stopped where the giant white filly stopped her laughing, noticing a miniscule figure lying before their hooves. “Hey, girls, look! It’s a Tiny!”
Suddenly, the other two fillies stopped laughing and looked down where Sweetie was pointing. Gair shivered frighteningly under the six large eyes of the three fillies staring down at him, his heart thumped rapidly and a nervous sweat started going down the sides of his face. “Please...”
“I wonder how he tastes?” Scootaloo pulled down her scarf showing her exposed muzzle and licked her lips. Gair froze and his eyes widened from what the filly said. His shivers worsened to the point where he shook like a leaf, and he squeezed his eyes so tight, tears began to seep out.
Apple Bloom tilted her head curiously at the boy’s display. “Hey, is he okay?”
Sweetie Belle carefully leaned down, her muzzle inches from the tiny boy. She saw the tears dripping from his face, eliciting a frown of fear and worry for the boy. She lifted herself up, unstrapped her boot from her left hoof, and gingerly scooped the boy up, cradling Gair in the soft pad.
“I-I-I think he’s hurt?” Sweetie Belle squeaked.
“What?” Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both looked over at the tiny boy, all of them looking at the frightened boy with heightened concern.
“I-I’m not hurt,” Gair said shivering.
“But you’re crying.” Sweetie Belle’s horn glowed and levitated the boy out of her hoof, using it to gently caress the boy’s face, wiping the tears away.
“You ponies said you were going to eat me,” Gair whimpered as he was gently placed back into the soft pad of the filly’s hoof.
“We won’t little guy, we promise,” Sweetie Belle cooed.
“We won’t?” Scootaloo asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, we won’t,” Apple Bloom hissed, scowling at her before turning to the boy. “It’s gonna be ok. We promise we're not bad ponies.”
Apple Bloom leaned closer to Gair, making him nervous. The yellow filly gave him a peaceful smile and leaned forward to nuzzle the little young Tiny. At the assumption that she would eat him, Gair panicked.
“N-No, please don’t eat me!” Gair shrieked, making Apple Bloom back away.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok.” Sweetie Belle cooed, cradling the boy into her hooves. She brought him to her coated chest and gently held him up to the soft thermal fabric. “It’s alright, little guy, we’re not gonna eat you. Honest.”
Sweetie Belle draped her head over her hoof and over the tiny boy. The boy glowed with affection from the added warmth. He felt a sense of comfort from the giant filly that almost ran him over with her sled, but it was only a small comfort. He couldn’t get fully over the fact that these giant fillies almost severely injured him in their recreational winter activity, adding to the fact that the orange filly suggested that her friends should eat him.
Still, the fact that the giant unicorn was literally holding him close to her heart and gently resting her head on his tiny frame was enough to calm him down. He returned the hold with a hug, sniffling as the tears steadily calmed themselves. The other two fillies watched this scene unfolding with a unified “awwww,” holding their hooves to their hearts.
Gair smiled, feeling much better as the fear of these fillies was washed away by the warmth of this kind filly. The boy pressed himself into the warm fabric snuggling into it and attempted to hug into the place where he heard the soothing thumping of her heart.
Gair felt himself being taken back into the open and being shown to the three giant ponies once again. Only now the two seemed to share a look of joy upon seeing him smile.
“Sorry for the scare, little guy. Are you new here?” Scootaloo asked.
“Um, yes. Me and my mum got here a few months ago were settling in a new home near here.” Gair pointed at the Tiny village a block away from the outskirts of the gigantic town.
“So what’s your name? Mine’s Sweetie Belle,” she happily cheered. “Oh and that’s Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.” She pointed at her two friends excessively.
He laughed at how suddenly cheerful Sweetie Belle was. “My names Gair. It’s nice to meet you all.”
“So whatch’a doing out here little Gair?” Apple Bloom asked.
“I was gonna go sled riding.” Gair looked over at the paths the fillies made with there sleds, Scootaloo walked over to some tiny holes plucking out a tiny plastic sled.
“Here you go buddy.” She handed Gair his sled. “So wanna ride with us?”
Sweetie Belle let out a loud gasp. “Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She cheered making Gair cover his ears.
“Hehe. Sure.” Gair smiled happily feeling excited and ready to play. He felt himself being levitated again and was set into the curls of Sweetie Belle’s warm mane. Gair smiled, loving the warmth he was receiving from his new giant pony friend. Sweetie Belle walked all the way up the hill with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom following behind.
Sweetie Belle settled on top of the hill where she held her sled in her levitation magic, waiting for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo to catch up. Scootaloo, eager young daredevil, pulled her scarf over her muzzle, sat her plastic disc-shaped sled down and went down the hill, followed with Apple Bloom laughing all the way.
Sweetie Belle giggled, watching her friends going down the hill in their sleds. She looked up to Gair in her mane and gently plucked him out with her magic, setting him down on the snowy ground.
“Ready, Gair?” Sweetie Belle asked. Gair was ready to go down but then as he looked over the hill, at his size, it was like looking down a gigantic mountain. Gair backed away from the edge, feeling a rock drop in his stomach, and Sweetie Belle watched him curiously.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You seem kind of nervous.”
“Well, this hill looks...” Gair gulped. “...bigger.”
Sweetie Belle rubbed her chin with her hoof. She smiled and scooped Gair with her hoof and stretched her turtleneck sweater open. Gair got a better look at her exposed fuzzy white neck as he was inserted into the tight fabric, holding him in place. Gair smiled, cuddling into the soft warm fur, nuzzling him into her coat while he felt the blanket of heavenly warmth soothe him in the winter wonderland. Sweetie Belle looked down to the sight of Gair’s tiny head popping out of the hem of her turtleneck, smiling with a delighted little giggle.
“Ready?” Sweetie Belle asked, her voice rocking his tiny form.
“Yeah!” Gair giggled.
Sweetie Belle sat down on her sled and pushed herself, sending her and the boy down the hill.A rush of chilling winds and adrenaline passed through the filly and the boy as their hair rushed with the winds, all while they sailed down the hill.
“Yahoo!” Gair laughed, Sweetie Belle giggling along with him.
The unicorn and human duo passed the other two fillies down the hill, crashing into a nearby high pile of snow, leaving a Sweetie Belle-shaped hole in the pile. Sweetie’s head popped from the top of the pile, her face completely covered in snow. She shook her head and the snow off of her face, while Gair wiped the snow off of his face as well, laughing.
“Did you like that?” Sweetie Belle asked the boy in her sweater.
“Yes I did! That was fun!” he cheered.
“Glad you liked it, ‘cause we’re going again,” Sweetie Belle said, giggling as she rushed back up the hill with her sled, alongside Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders, and their newest Tiny human companion, Gair, spent the next half-hour at the hill, sledding down the hill for as many times as they could count until they lost track. Each new ride down the hill was just another joyous thrill ride.
When that half-hour was up, the fillies began to tire, except for Sweetie Belle and Gair.
“Hey. I think I’m gonna head home guys this cold air isn’t good for my wings.” Scootaloo raised her hoodie and looked at the state of her freezing wings.
Apple Bloom nodded in accord. “Yep, me too. Applejack might have some chores for me to do back at the farm.”
“Okay, well, me and Gair are going to play out in the snow a little longer, so I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Sweetie Belle said as Apple Bloom and Scootaloo collected their respective sleds.
“Okay, see ya,” Scootaloo said, turning to the Tiny boy cuddled in against her friend’s ivory neck. “It was nice meeting you, Gair. Sorry if we scared you for almost running you over with our sleds and wanting to eat you.”
“It’s okay, Scootaloo,” Gair said. “I’m glad I met you guys, too. You’re the first friends I’ve met since my Mum and I appeared here.”
“That’s good! The Cutie Mark Crusaders are always open to some new friends.” Apple Bloom gasped. “Say, y’all wanna come by our family farm some time soon? I can introduce you to the family and give you a free sample of our family’s signature Zap Apple Jam.”
Gair beamed with a smile. “I’d love to!” he said, suddenly frowning in thought. “But my Mum is always making me stay with her and she barely lets me out unless I do all of my chores.”
“Well, that’s silly! Just do your chores like she asks and she’ll let you out to play!” Apple Bloom optimistically suggested. “If you want, you can come to school with us! Miss Cheerilee keeps a school room in her belly for all the Tiny kids.”
Gair felt his stomach drop. “You mean… she eats them?”
“Of course, but don’t let that scare you,” Scootaloo assured. “In Equestria, no Tinies can get digested, so it makes for a good hangout place.”
“My Tiny sister, Claire likes to sleep in my big brother’s belly almost every night,” Apple Bloom told the boy, “and when it’s morning, she’ll come out soaking wet, but she’s as good as she was when she went in.”
Gair winced. “That sounds gross.”
“That’s what the Tinies say at first,” Sweetie Belle stated, “but after they get swallowed a first time, they said it was like sleeping in a jacuzzi or a sauna. They say the stomach they stayed in was the most peaceful place they’ve ever been to.”
Despite the sweethearted giantess’s assurance, Gair was uncertain by this fact. “I don’t know… it seems scary to me.”
“You don’t have to like it, but it’s something to think about if you ever need some time to yourself.” Scootaloo fluttered her wings, feeling the numbness in her feathers. “Ooh, I gotta get these babies warm. I’ll catch you later, you guys!”
“See ya later, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom said as she and Scootaloo took off.
“Bye! I’ll see you later!” Sweetie Belle called out, waving at her friends, who in turn waved back. With her two best friends gone, Sweetie Belle pulled Gair from her turtleneck with her hoof and sat him down in the snow before planting her seat into the snow as well.
“So, I guess it’s just you and me now, huh?” Sweetie asked.
“Yeah, it’s just us,” Gair confirmed.
An awkward silence passed them.
“Soooo~, what do you wanna do?” Gair asked.
Sweetie Belle pondered the answer to the question for a moment until she was perked up happily, giving an excited gasp. “I have an idea! Why don’t we play in the snow for a while!?”
Gair shared in the excitement. “That sounds like a great idea! Let’s go make some snow angels!”
“Yaaaay!” Sweetie belle stood up on her two hind hooves and spread her two front hooves out, fainting onto her back as stiff as a board with an impact that seemed like a three-point quake to Gair. She moved her hooves back and forth in arc-like movements, leaving dragging imprints that resembled the wings an angel.
Gair giggled as he flopped on the snow as well, laying on his back while he created a quicker, smaller snow angel. Afterwards, the two children stood up from their respective snow angels and inspected the other’s creation.
Gair’s snow angel was a tenth of the size of Sweetie Belle’s snow angel, a tiny design that appeared more human-like in appearance, while Sweetie Belle’s snow angel was closely designed to that of an alicorn. The two different sized children looked at each other and giggled.
“I like your snow angel, Gair,” Sweetie Belle giggled. “It’s so cute and tiny.”
Gair returned the snickering. “Yeah, but your snow angel is better, Sweetie Belle. Yours almost looks like a pony goddess.”
“That’s not true. Don’t say that,” Sweetie Belle quickly assured the boy. “I’ve never seen a Tiny make a snow angel before, so don’t let that get you down, okay? Not everyone is perfect.”
“Y-You think so?” Gair looked up at her.
“Of course. Don’t put yourself so low Gair. Rarity always says if you do something you like and it doesn’t work, then you just keep trying because you will get better at it.”
Gair sprinted over to Sweetie Belle’s booted hoof, leapt up, and hugged it. “Thanks, Sweetie Belle! That means a lot to me!”
“Awww, you’re welcome, Gair,” Sweetie Belle said with a smile. “So what do you want to do now? You wanna play a game or something?”
Suddenly, Gair jumped off of Sweetie Belle’s hoof and bounced in place. “Hey, yeah, I wanna play a game!” he said excitingly, then cast a slightly forlorn face. “But I don’t know what we’ll play since I’m so tiny and all.”
“That’s no problem, Gair. There’s always a game you can play with ponies!” Sweetie Belle said, an idea suddenly crossing her mind. “Wait, I got it! How about we play ‘Cat and Mouse?’ I play the kitty-cat and you play the mouse that’s trying to get away!”
“Hmmm… alright,” Gair answered. “So is it like hide and seek?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Kinda. All you have to do is run and hide somewhere, and all I have to do is chase you,” she explained the rules, “and if I catch you, then I get to eat you.”
Gair blinked. Upon hearing this, he gave a loud, nervous gulp and backed up a bit from Sweetie Belle. “I-I don’t know about that.”
“Don’t worry Gair, I won’t actually eat you,” Sweetie Belle said, giving Gair a gentle pat on his head with her hoof, “but I will give you the biggest tickle of your life!”
Gair playfully gasped. “Oh no, not tickling! Anything but the tickling!”
“That’s right!” Sweetie Belle crouched herself in a position where she was ready to pounce like she was preparing herself for the role of the kitten. “So you’d better run, because Kitty Belle is gonna get you!”
“Oh no!” Gair turned and sprinted away from Sweetie Belle, the filly wiggling her seat as she prepared to leap. And just like that, she pounced after the boy, sharing in his giggling as he ran circles around her. Gair jumped around the hooves that tried to lightly step on him and catch him, but given his tiny size, Gair wasn’t as easy to catch as Sweetie Belle thought.
Sweetie Belle, mean while, playfully jumped around the boy like an excited puppy or kitten, trying to block off his path to catch him. Everytime that she tried to gently stamp him or snatch him up in a cuddle, Gair would always slip and leap out of the way, evading her at every turn. The game went on longer than Sweetie Belle and Gair counted on, speanning about ten minutes of fun and exciting cheers and laughter.
By the time that those ten minutes rolled up, the game came to an end when Sweetie Belle changed tactics. Like before, Sweetie Belle bounced in front of the boy, blocking Gair’s path and giving him time to turn and run. That was what Sweetie Belle was counting on, because as he turned, Sweetie Belle used her hooves to cage him in and quickly scooted her hooves and herself up to the boy. Gair giggled as he was dragged to Sweetie Belle’s face, looking down at him with an eager grin.
“You lost, Gair, and you know what that means~”
“Oh no! Not the tickle pony!” Gair giggled, feigning horror.
“That’s right!” Sweetie Belle playfully roared like a lion cub and let loose a barrage of playful “nom nom noms” onto Gair, tickling him and making him laugh so hard, he could hardly breathe. Sweetie Belle’s gentle and firm hold made it impossible for Gair to break free from her ticklish torture, but he could still wriggle and writhe in her grip.
Sweetie Belle turned on her back, still keeping the boy held in her grasp. This time, Sweetie Belle nuzzled the boy, tickling him on his side, his most ticklish spot, despite the winter wear he wore against the cold. Eventually, Gair wiggled so much that he slipped out of Sweetie Belle’s grip, landed on her belly, and ran for Sweetie Belle’s side.
“I got you now!” Gair said, wiggling his fingers into the filly’s fur.
“Oh no! Oh no-aaaAAAHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sweetie Belle wriggled uncontrollably as the Tiny tickled her side, her most ticklish spot on her body, too. Gair felt like he was riding a bronco bucking machine at the state fair, so he held on tightly while Sweetie Belle began to roll around in the ground and kick her hooves in the air.
At one point, Gair tickled a spot so ticklish that Sweetie Belle suddenly jerked to the right, catapulting the Tiny boy towards that direction into the air and fell into the snow. The impact left a Tiny-shaped hole in the snow, and Sweetie Belle giggled a few more laughs before she noticed the Tiny in question was gone from her side and deduced where he was by the shape in the snow.
“Gair?!?” Sweetie Belle got up and looked around. She saw the shape in the snow and, worried that she might have hurt the boy, carefully approached that shape.
“Oh no! Gair, are you alright?” Sweetie Belle lowered her muzzle to the snow, looking closer to see if the boy in question was okay.
As her snout got closer, she felt a tiny “boop” from a Tiny hand scrunch her muzzle slightly inwards. Gair then popped out of the snow with an innocent laughter while Sweetie Belle wiped her muzzle.
“I got you!” Gair said, chuckling childishly.
“Oh! Why you little... come here!” Sweetie Belle roared, making Gair dash back into the snow with the giant filly leaping up and crashing into the snow digging her head into the powder and popping out, but with no luck of catching the boy.
Gair’s laughter could be heard behind her. She turned and made another leap for him, digging herself under the snow. She tunneled under the cold powder and created a trail under the surface, but when she popped out, she came up empty-hooved once more.
She could hear the boy’s laughter behind her. Sweetie Belle growled and made another leap for the boy, digging her hooves into the snow. Just as she stuck her head in, she heard Gair laughing again, and popped her head out with a comically frustrated face somewhat covered in snow. She listened closely, this time, to the source of the laughter and turned around.
There, holding onto her fluffy, puffy tail was none other than Gair, wearing an impish grin on his face as Sweetie Belle gave him a sly look. “Oh, there you are, you little rascal! You won’t escape me this time!”
With that, Sweetie Belle gently lowered flank down, catching her tail and the boy underneath. She was careful not to flatten the boy under her cheeks into the snowy ground, but just gentle and firm enough to hold him long enough for him to crawl out from under her. Sweetie Belle giggled at the ticklish feeling of the Tiny wriggling underneath her seat, crawling his way out from between her flank and her tail. When at last, Gair popped halfway out of his hold and gasped for air.
He felt the weight of Sweetie Belle lift up off of him and her blanket-like tail slide from underneath him, flipping him onto his back. Gair breathed deeply while he watched the gray clouds in the sky above slowly roll by before it was filled by Sweetie Belle’s giant grinning face lowering itself towards his smaller frame.
“I got you,” Sweetie Belle said, making Gair laugh tiredly.
“Yeah, you got me,” he said, sighing. “I surrender.”
Sweetie Belle nuzzled the boy gently, making him giggle, not too much since he was literally out of breath. Suddenly, a wind chill swept up over the two, making them shiver.
“Oof, it’s getting cold out,” Gair said. “I think it’s time we head back.”
“Yeah, Rarity might be worried.” Sweetie Belle wrapped her arms around herself as the chilling winds worsened. A giant gust blew through, making the boy shiver in place. It was so brisk and harsh that he could barely move.
The chilling winds howled like mad wolves, the skies darkened with the arrival of the new darker clouds raining down a new shower of white clumps of snow. The entire town of Ponyville was getting covered in a fresh new blanket of white and the ponies were all taking cover into their homes.
Sweetie Belle looked down and saw a trail of tiny footprints, trailing up to where Gair stepped. It turned out that he was trying to back home on foot, but the wind chill and the heavy snow prevented him from going any further. Sweetie Belle’s horn glowed a lime green, and a fading sphere formed around herself acting as a shield for the filly. She then marched over to Gair, picked up the boy with her hoof and stuffed him into her turtleneck. All at once, Gair felt heat coursing through his body as Sweetie Belle’s warm fur and her turtleneck provided him with warmth and much-needed comfort.
“S-Sweetie Belle?” Gair stuttered through the cold.
The filly gently stroked him, muzzling him with her lower right cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, Gair. I’m gonna take you home and get you warmed up, okay?”
“B-B-But, Sweetie Belle… I-I-I have to get back home to my Mum,” Gair protested. “I p-p-promised her I’d be b-b-back for supper.”
“You’re not going back to her in this weather,” Sweetie Belle said. “C’mon, I’ll take you home and you can rest up by the fire. I’ll have you back home with your mom by supper, okay?”
“Ok-k-kay,” the boy said, cuddling up to Sweetie Belle’s fur. “Th-th-thank you.”
“It’s no problem. I’m just a filly who learned to be generous from her big sister,” Sweetie Belle responded, trotting back home. “C’mon. If we hurry back, Rarity will have some hot chocolate waiting for us.”
“That s-s-sounds good. I’d like that.”
With this, Sweetie Belle carried her little passenger back home, back to a warm fire, cozy company, and a hot refreshment to raise his temperature back to normal.
Sweetie Belle had taken Gair back to her sister, Rarity’s home, the Carousel Boutique. The filly settled down near the roaring fireplace with Gair tucked away in the warm fibers of her turtleneck sweater. Gair smiled peacefully as he snuggled up to the filly’s warm fur and the nice cotton material of the sweater, looking as though he was drifting asleep but doing his best to keep awake.
“This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.” Gair cuddled into the white fur, pressing his little face into the soft wall of Sweetie Belle’s neck. “Thank you again, Sweetie Belle.”
“Aww, you’re welcome, Gair,” Sweetie Belle said, stretching her turtleneck out and, using her magic, levitating the Tiny boy out. She levitates him up to the curly locks of her mane while she unstrapped her boots and set them aside in a neatly proper fashion.
“Rarity, I’m home!” the filly called out, “and I have a guest with me!”
“Coming, Sweetie Belle!” a delicate, feminine voice sang in return.
“Who’s that?” Gair asked.
“Oh, that’s my big sister, Rarity. She’s the best sister any pony could have,” Sweetie Belle chirped with pride and glee.
It wasn’t before long that another unicorn, a mare much taller than Sweetie Belle with ivory fur and a delicately curled indigo mane trotted in from the other room. She also had baby blue eyeshadow to make her look proper and ladylike.
“Hello, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity greeted her little sister. “Did you have a nice time with your friends?”
“You bet! We also made a friend!” Sweetie Belle reached up into her mane and gently pulled the Tiny boy out, showing him before her older sister, who appeared to be shy of her at first.
“H-H-Hello, miss… my name is Gair,” the boy introduced himself, shivering nervously.
“Well, hello, little one. You must be Sweetie Belle’s newest friend,” Rarity greeted the boy, noting his shyness. “Oh, now don’t be afraid. I may look like a giant who indulges in consuming Tinies at first glance, but I am actually the most generous pony anyone has ever met.”
Sweetie Belle brought the boy to her muzzle and gently nuzzled him, calming him down. “It’s okay, Gair. Rarity’s not going to bite you. It’s like I said, she’s the best sister anyone could ever have.”
“Aww, how sweet.” Rarity smiled, placing a hoof to her heart. She couldn’t handle the cavity-inducing sweetness her sister showed towards the young boy. “I bet that judging from the paleness in your skin that you’re cold?”
“Yes. I... um, we could really go for some of your famous hot cocoa.” Sweetie Belle smiled and leaned up to her sister.
Rarity flicked her hair back in a dramatic fashion. “Well, Sweetie Belle, if it’s my famous cocoa that you want, then it’s my famous cocoa you will have. The same will go for you too, Gair.”
Gair nodded once. “Thank you, Miss Rarity.”
“Oh, think nothing of it, darling,” Rarity insisted. “I am only doing this out of the goodness of my heart. It’s what I am the best at… well, that and fashion designing.”
Rarity led Sweetie Belle and Gair into the living room, where already, there was a fire roaring in the fireplace, giving the home the much needed heat to beat the cold.
“Now, why don’t you two rest here while I fix you two a pot of cocoa for you?” Rarity offered. “I’ll even let Gair use the Tiny china we keep in the cupboard.”
“Thank you, Miss Rarity,” Gair thanked gratefully. Sweetie Belle settled next to the hearth and sat Gair down beside her, letting him nestle up against her warm belly. The fire from the fireplace bathed them both in blissful warmth, but for Gair it was just an addition to the warmth he was getting from Sweetie Belle’s soft belly fur.
“There. Is that warm enough for you?” Sweetie Belle gently asked him.
“Y-Yes, thank you,” Gair said.
“You’re welcome, Gair.” Sweetie Belle gently scooped the boy up in her hooves and held him gently as she brought him up to her chest. She curled her hooves around his tiny body, nuzzling him gently a couple of times, returned with a gentle snuggle from him.
Gair hummed with peaceful delight. “You’re so warm and soft, Sweetie Belle.”
“Do you think so?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Mm-hmm. It’s like hugging a giant cute teddy bear who hugs you back.”
A shade of vermillion blushed the unicorn’s cheeks. “Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say,” Sweetie Belle said, flustered. “Hey, Gair. Do you have any other family besides your mom?”
Gair nodded. “Yeah. There’s my dad, but I don’t know where he is. My mum and I were the only ones in my family to make it here during the Vanishing. She’s been keeping me by her side for the past couple of months, so I haven’t made many friends since.”
“Aww, I’m so sorry.” Sweetie Belle curled the boy closer to her. “Did you have any friends before you and your mom vanished from your world?”
“Not many, but I’ve gotten by with them.” Gair snuggled up closer to Sweetie Belle’s fur to the point where he might’ve felt her skin underneath. “I wonder where they are now, if they’re still on Earth or if they’re here in Equestria.”
A giant white hoof stroked the boy’s body with gentle reassurance. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you can see your friends again sometime. In the meantime, you have me, my friends, and my sister as your friends.”
“Don’t forget Princess Twilight Sparkle,” Gair noted. “She helped me and my Mum move into our Tiny village, so every now and again, we get to talk to her for a little bit.”
“Yeah. Isn’t she great?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“She is. I’ve never met another pony like her. She’s the best thing to happen to me and my mum,” Gair said. “I wish we could move into her castle. She’s plenty of living space, and I heard the villagers say that she’s got a Tiny kid and a pegasus foal living with her. Is that true?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Sweetie Belle answered. “The foal is actually a horse from your world who reappeared here in Equestria as a pegasus pony, and she treats him like an overprotective big sister.”
“Why does that sound familiar?” Gair quipped. The two children giggled as dainty white hooves stepped into the room.
“Here you go~” Rarity sang as she walked into the room, levitating in a haze of baby blue magic, three different mugs. Two of the mugs were normal-sized to the ponies, but the third one was tiny-sized for the Tiny boy. Rarity elicited a ladylike snicker as she sat down next to Sweetie Belle and Gair, moving the other two mugs for her sister and her guest.
Sweetie Belle happily took her mug and held it close to herself. Gair watched the tiny mug float towards him and carefully grabbed it, feeling the hot cup warm his hands, feeling the steam warm his face as he held it up to his him.
Gair laid back, feeling relaxed for the first time in two months. He took a sip of the hot cocoa; the taste was chocolate deliciousness, and he felt the hot liquid warm him up inside.
“T-This is amazing! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted!” Gair blushed as Rarity giggled.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” the pristine unicorn said, perking up at a thought that came to her. “Oh! Here, this is for you.”
Rarity used her magic to levitated a folded-up cotton fabric. Gair stared in curiosity and watched as it floated up to his lap. Setting his mug down, Gair unfolded it, revealing it to be a brand new long-sleeve sweater, a light green sweater with a large light blue stripe across the chest and belly.
Gair was initially speechless at first. “Y-You made this f-f-for me?”
“Of course I did, little one.” Rarity smiled taking a sip of her mug. “You looked so cold, I just knew I had to give you something to keep you warm. Go ahead, darling, try it on.”
Gair slipped into his new sweater, feeling as giddy as a boy at Christmas as he slipped through the sleeves of his gift. He felt happy for the loving attention and kindness these ponies were giving him, warmth of many kinds that was abundant here in Equestria than on Earth.
He popped his head out of the hem of the sweater and looked down at his torso. Rarity levitated a hand mirror to Gair, to him a full-sized wardrobe mirror, and inspected the style of the sweater on it.
“Oh, Gair, darling, you look so adorable and ravishing!” Rarity said, nearly cracking her voice with delight. “I take it that you love how it looks on you?”
“I do! Thank you very much, Miss Rarity!” Gair squealed, jumping with joy. “Do you have a whole closet of Tiny sweaters here!?”
Giggling, Rarity answered, “Oh, heavens, no. I’ve just whipped that up while I was concocting our hot cocoa. It only took me about five minutes to make.”
“Wow, five minutes? That’s a brand new record, sis,” Sweetie Belle giggled.
“Tiny clothes don’t necessarily count in how fast I design and fashion their clothes, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, patting her sister’s head. “Whipping up a new clothing fashion for a hundred Tinies in half-an-hour is only child’s play compared to making the hundreds of dresses I make for special orders.”
Gair smiled. He felt the many different sensations of warmth wrapped around his body, but there was a different kind of warmth that he’s never felt before. He had never felt this level of kindness and generosity before, and he had only felt a little bit of welcome from his peers on Earth. Never before today did he felt the most welcome child to land in Equestria. His smile grew wider as his eyes began to water, leaking tears that trickled on his face.
“Darling, are you alright?” Rarity and Sweetie Belle’s faces grew closer, twisted with concern. “Are you hurt?”
“N-No, I’m not. You’re all so nice to me, and when I’m home I never felt this welcome.” Gair rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand, wiping away the freshly flowing tears. “Thank you. Thank you all so much. I can’t tell you how happy this make me feel.”
“It’s no trouble, little one.” Rarity leaned in closer and nuzzled the boy’s face. “I’m just so happy to see that you loved my gift from me to you.”
“And I’m happy to have met you all,” Gair hugged her muzzle, with Rarity breaking off the nuzzle so Sweetie Belle could lean in to nuzzle him as well. Gair returned the equine display of affection by hugging her nose back, snuggling his head into her muzzle.
“Hmm. It’s getting awfully late.” Rarity looked up at the clock, and walked to the window, seeing the heavy snow still coming down like a storm. “Oh dear, this storm doesn't seem to be stopping. Looks like we’ll have to stay in for the rest of the night.”
Gair beamed brightly, but then stopped as a terrifying thought crossed his mind. “Oh no! My Mum told me to be back home for supper! She’ll be worried sick if she doesn’t know where I am!”
“Not to worry, Gair,” Rarity smiled. “You said Twilight is always around your village, so I’ll just give her a call and have her tell your mother you’ll be staying with us for the night and I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”
Gair felt a newfound sense of hope rise within him in the form of a new beaming smile. “Really? You’ll do that for me? You mean I can stay here the whole night you two?”
“Of course, darling, it’s no problem at all. Now you two stay put, and I’ll give Twilight a call.” Rarity walked off into another room, leaving the two children to themselves once more.
Unable to control his excitement, Gair motioned the “come here” gesture to Sweetie Belle with his finger. The giant filly lowered her face down to the boy’s level, and suddenly, Gair jumped up and gave Sweetie Belle’s muzzle a tight hug, a big toothy Cheshire Cat grin spread across his face.
“Yay, my first ever sleepover!” Gair cheered. “I’ve never had a sleepover with my friends before!”
“Yay! This will be my first sleepover too!” Sweetie Belle cheered as well. “I’m so excited, I could just jump with joy!”
With it, Sweetie Belle hopped in place, bouncing the tiny boy on her muzzle with every hop she made. The filly giggled as she hopped around the room in circles, Gair giggling too as he was having as much of a thrill as he did earlier with the sleds. After a few minutes had passed, Rarity entered the room with a smile on her face, oblivious to Sweetie Belle and Gair’s playing at first.
“Alright, Gair, I’ve notified Twilight that you would be staying here, so you…” Rarity trailed off and gasped as she saw her sister bounce around with the boy bouncing up and down on her nose. “Sweetie Belle! Cease your jumping at once! You might hurt the poor boy if he gets flung off of your nose!”
Immediately after the scolding, Sweetie Belle and Gair stopped their laughter and their bouncing, the boy hanging off the side of the filly’s muzzle.
Rarity, knowing that she had just yelled at her sister in the presence of her guest, quickly recomposed herself. “Sweetie Belle, you have to careful when there are guests in the house, especially since he is small enough to be crushed under your hoof.”
“Sorry, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said as she cowered down, looking shameful with her ears turned around and flattened against her head.
Rarity turned to the hoof-sized boy on her sister’s nose. “As for you, Gair, I want you to be extra careful, given how everything is twenty times your size. If anything were to happen to you, then I would be held responsible for what happens to you.”
“S-Sorry Miss Rarity,” Gair said as he quickly climbed on the tip of her nose and sat still, trying not to fall off.
“It’s fine. You just have to be cautious is all.” Rarity heaved a sigh, calming her down. “Now then, dears, why don’t we get ready for supper? I’ve made vegetable soup to warm your insides after spending the whole day out in the cold.”
“That sounds good!” Gair cheered. “I’ve never had food made by ponies before.”
“Have you ever had vegetable soup before?” Rarity asked the Tiny boy.
“Yes, my Mum makes whole kinds of soup.”
“Well, you haven’t lived until you’ve had my vegetable soup. It would make even the most stubborn of foals understand the vegetables they despised a lot better through its taste and its warmth.” Rarity motioned a hoof to Sweetie Belle. “Take Sweetie Belle, for example! When she was a foal, she didn’t like to eat her greens, especially around zucchini, but now she’s grown to love them.”
“That’s right!” Sweetie Belle rubbed a hoof on her belly and closed her eyes blissfully, sticking out her tongue. “Mmmm~”
“Oooh, I wanna try some! I wanna try some!” Gair bounced in his seat, eager to try this soup.
“Then come to the kitchen, dears. The soup will be ready in a few minutes.”
At this, Sweetie Belle and Gair cheered. They followed the older unicorn mare into the kitchen where the table, once set for just the two of them, was set for their new guest. There was a miniature table set with a soup bowl that was about Gair’s size, silverware that was about his size, and a paper napkin ripped from a paper towel to accommodate for his stature.
Dinner was an eventful one for the unicorn sisters and the Tiny boy. Gair thoroughly enjoyed the vegetable soup; it was the best soup he ever tasted. Gair told Rarity and Sweetie Belle about what his life was like with his family and vice versa. After their soup was finished, Rarity served herself, her sister, and her guest a scoop of raspberry sorbet which complimented the warmth of the soup very nicely.
Afterwards, they lingered around the fire for a time, sipping on their hot chocolate while they played a few board games to pass the time. Then, after a few hours of Monopony, Tiny Trap, and Go Fish, the two giant ponies and the boy all agreed that the games were wearing them down, and with that, they all agreed that the moment they had all been waiting for arrived.
It was time for bed.
Rarity guided Sweetie Belle upstairs as Gair rode on the inside of Sweetie Belle’s mane. The Tiny boy let out a yawn that proved to be quite contagious, which got the ponies to yawn like they were in a barbershop trio. The unicorn sisters and the Tiny boy brushed their teeth, slipped on their pajamas (Gair was given an extra pair of tiny pajamas and had to dress up in private), and Sweetie Belle and Gair slipped into her bed together as Rarity tucked the covers over them.
“Good night, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, giving her sister’s cheek a peck.
“Good night, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said, snuggling into her warm bed sheets.
“Good night, Gair,” Rarity said, nuzzling the Tiny boy. “Pleasant dreams.”
“Pleasant dreams, Rarity,” Gair replied, snuggling into the giant pillow and leaned up into Sweetie Belle’s neck. The filly gently wrapped her hooves around Gair and held him close, giving him another nuzzle before they both shut their eyes.
Rarity held a hoof to her heart, smiling sweetly to the display of her sister cuddling the boy close to her heart. “Awww, that is so sweet. I wish I had a camera ready for this.”
The pristine unicorn giggled as she trotted out of the room and shut the door behind them, leaving them in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows. Gair melted to the warmth of Sweetie Belle’s comforting embrace, feeling her chest rising and falling, and the muffled thumping of her heartbeat. He wished this feeling would never end. It was the most comfort that he has ever felt in such a long time.
What really prevented Gair from falling asleep, however, was that he felt small gusts of warm wind blowing onto him in rhythm. He looked up and saw that the consecutive gusts came from Sweetie Belle’s flaring nostrils, flapping a little for each time a little snore escaped her airways. Gair giggled, gently wiggling himself out of Sweetie Belle’s grip, careful not to wake her up too much. He reached up to her nose and gave it a boop, making her open an eye.
“Hey, you really think you can do that while I’m asleep?” Sweetie Belle asked slyly. She brought the little giggling form of Gair to her muzzle with both hooves and nuzzled him, tickling him. Gair wiggled and laughed before he hugged her back, snuggling in her muzzle’s warmth.
“You know, I can still smell the soup off of your breath.” Gair looked into Sweetie Belle’s big eyes, swearing that he could almost see his reflection in her eyes.
Sweetie Belle giggled. “Yeah, Rarity’s soup can make you feel good on the inside.”
“No kidding, that was so good,” Gair rubbed his belly. “I gotta get the recipe for my mum, she’ll be blown away by it.”
“Well sure you can. I’m sure Rarity’s not going to mi-”
Sweetie suddenly paused as her cheeks swelled, and a light burp escaped her mouth and right into Gair’s direction. Gair blinked in confusion at first, but then he started to chuckle, growing louder and never stopping.
Sweetie Belle tried to stop herself from smiling and she fought back the urge to laugh, but that failed when the first few chuckles escaped her lips, eliciting a snicker from her throat.
The filly and the boy began to laugh madly as they both tried to keep their laughter at a quieter volume just in case Rarity was listening. They cackled uncontrollably like a couple of hyenas, rolling around and kicking their legs in the air. They laughed until their lungs were sore and their breathing was labored.
Gair wiped away a tear from his eye. “I-I’m sorry… i-i-it’s just too funny…!”
Sweetie Belle’s mouth hung open while her last fit of laughter continued uncontrollably. Curiously, Gair couldn’t help but peek inside of the giant filly’s maw, feeling the humid air of her breath waft over him. He saw how dark it was at the back of her mouth, a uvula hanging over the entrance of her throat, framed by her pearly white teeth. He watched the tongue wriggle, glistening with moisture in the dim moonlight.
Just as Sweetie Belle was finished with her laughing, Gair scooted up closer to Sweetie Belle, up to her muzzle.
“Hehe~ You’re so silly, Sweetie Belle.” Gair cuddled up to her and hugged her cheek. Out of his own curiosity, the boy pulled away and looked straight into the filly’s eye. “U-Um… Sweetie Belle?”
“Mm-hmm?”
Gair nervously shivered, reluctant to get the question out in the open. “Uh… um… is it alright i-i-if I, um… if um…”
Sweetie Belle sat up a little in her bed, looking down her newest friend with perplexity and concern. “Gair, what’s wrong? Is there something you need to tell me that you’re afraid of?”
“N-No! Well, not exactly, but it’s just, um…” Gair swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Sweetie Belle, is it okay if I slept on the inside your mouth!?”
Gair slapped his hands over his mouth in shock. He had never been so embarrassed so much in his life. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question.”
“Awww, Gair, it’s okay.” Sweetie Belle gently rubbed his back with her hoof, scooping him up and held him to her chest. “You don’t have to be scared, Gair, I’ll be happy to keep you in my mouth for the night.”
“Really?” Gair asked.
“Of course, silly,” Sweetie Belle gently booped Gair on the nose. “Lots of Tinies your age sometimes sleep in other ponies’ mouths or spend the night in their stomachs. Although, if I’m being honest, I’m a bit nervous because this is the first time I’ve had a Tiny in my mouth before.”
“Are you sure you want me in your mouth?” Gair asked, feeling worried for his friend. “I mean, what’ll happen if I accidentally choke you or if you accidentally chew on me while you’re sleeping? I don’t want one of us to get hurt!”
Sweetie Belle graced the boy with her smile. “Hehe~ You’re so silly. Don’t worry, if something goes wrong, we can always get Rarity and she’ll be able to help us.” Sweetie Belle giggled, stroking Gair’s back with her hoof.
Sweetie Belle laid Gair down on her pillow and rested her head next to him, facing him. “Alrighty. How about you get some sleep?” she suggested. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Just try not to move around too much, okay?”
“Okay, buddy.” Gair smiled.
Sweetie Belle then opened her mouth, laying her tongue out for Gair. The Tiny boy gulped another nervous lump in his throat as he carefully crawled towards the open maw, his heart racing with excitement, his skin crawling with goosebumps from the hot breath washing over him. Gair stretched out his hand towards the tongue, gently laying it down on the moist surface of the muscle. It twitched upon contact, making Gair retract his hand for a second before he placed his hand on it once again.
Gair slowly crawled onto Sweetie Belle’s van-sized tongue, feeling it retract into the giant filly’s maw as she closed her lips behind her. Then the tongue began to wriggle and buck the boy around; to Sweetie Belle, he tasted of berries and vanilla yogurt, her all-time favorite dessert. Gair giggled, feeling welcome inside of his new giant friend’s mouth. He looked around the interior of the mouth, gazing around the teeth that caged him in, and the tongue he was laying on. He pressed his hands into the surface of the tongue, making it ‘squish’ and pooling saliva underneath.
“Whoa. This is… this is kind of cool,” Gair said. He felt the spirit of adventure take him over. He stood on the tongue, leapt up, and landed into the center, making it jiggled like a tub full of jello. Sweetie Belle’s stifled giggles echoed around the walls of her mouth. Gair laid down onto the tongue while his body was soaked in her drool, feeling drops of saliva drip from the palette and onto his face.
Gair looked over and giggled impishly when he saw the low-swinging uvula just above Sweetie Belle’s throat. He crawled to the back of the throat, the fleshy walls flexing and wiggling upon his arrival. “Hehe~ You fool you’ve showed me your weakness.”
He let out a fake evil laugh before he started to tickle her uvula. Immediately, Sweetie Belle’s laughter echoed around him as if the noise was on the volume of a megaphone, causing him to stumble a little and clamped his arms around the uvula for a strong hold.
“H-Hey! I didn’t let you stay in my mouth so you could tickle me.” Sweetie Belle chuckled, but on the inside as she spoke, Gair was swinging around on the fleshy bulb and was tossed loosely onto her tongue.
“Just for that…” Sweetie Belle’s voice echoed, her tongue rising up and pinning Gair against the roof of her mouth. “...you get to wrestle with my tongue.”
Gair laughed as the fleshy tongue and soft roof smothered him, not enough to hurt him or take the breath out of his lungs, but enough to keep him pinned.
“Uncle! Uncle!” Gair chuckled, tapping on the squishy tongue. The tongue dropped and flattened into the jaw, leaving Gair turning around and laying on his belly. He hugged the squishy tongue and nuzzled his face against the surface of the gigantic tasting organ.
“You’re my best pony friend, Sweetie Belle,” he said, hugging her tongue tighter.
“And you’re my best Tiny friend,” Sweetie Belle replied, curling her tongue tight, holding the Tiny child in a hold that felt like a hug to him. Gair wrapped his left arm around the fold on the tongue snuggling into its warm slimy flesh.
“Thank you for being my friend, Sweetie Belle,” Gair said. “This has been the best day of my life.”
“You’re welcome, Gair,” Sweetie Belle’s voice echoed. “I hope we can do this sometime again. Ooh, maybe we can see each other at school and come over to our treehouse afterwards… if your mom will let us, anyway.”
Gair turned onto his back, pondering this thought. “I don’t know, Sweetie Belle. My Mum hasn’t thought about letting me go to your school, and I’m still in the middle of the first grade. I’m not even sure she’ll even let me see you again after tonight.”
“Oh, that’s silly!” Sweetie Belle retorted, making the interior of the mouth jump a little. “Just tell her about the day you had, tell her about the time you spent with me and my friends, and maybe she’ll think about letting you come to school with me. If she can’t let you play with me after school, at least we’ll still have time during recess.”
Gair thought deeply about this once more; actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea. If his mom let him go to school but can’t let him play because of the many chores he had to do around the house, then maybe he can still spend some time with Sweetie Belle at school.
“That’s a great idea, Sweetie Belle! I’m sure that my Mum will love it!”
“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to yawn, feeling the sleep take hold of her. To Gair, he watched and felt his friend’s mouth stretch open from the inside as the dim moonlight shone inside of the maw, shining the intricate details of the tongue he laid on like a wet mattress. He felt an intake of cool air blew past him, but then felt a warm outtake of air blow out of the maw.
Gair watched the filly’s lips close and teeth clang together sealing him in the darkness of her mouth. He returned this giant yawn with a tiny one of his own. “Guess we better get to sleep, huh.”
“Yep. I guess we better.” From the outside of her mouth, Gair felt Sweetie Belle turn in her sleep, laying on her back as she tucked herself into the sheets. He stood up once more and crawled over to the uvula, snuggling into the dangling muscle.
“Good night, Sweetie Belle.”
“Good night, Gair.”
Gair settled into his soggy, moist mattress that was Sweetie Belle’s tongue, laying on his back as he closed his eyes for the night. The sounds of Sweetie Belle’s breathing, and the rhythmic pattern of her breath washing over him in flip-flops of warm and cool air, lulled him to sleep. Sweetie Belle smiled from the outside of her mouth, happy to have a new friend made in her life and happy to have him sleeping in her mouth.
What the two children didn’t know was that the bedroom door was opened slightly by a crack. Rarity watched with a warmth in her heart, touched by the sight of her little sister having her first ever sleepover with her newest Tiny friend resting peacefully in her mouth.
“Sleep well, Sweetie Belle. You too, Gair.”
With that, Rarity quietly closed the door.