A couple hours had passed.
Vanilla had at least managed to stow away under a table in front of a pastry diner. From the taste of the boulder-sized crumbs that fell from the sky, they seemed to be from a danish shop. The pastry asteroids were actually very delicious, and the only complaint Vanilla would have is that he didn't have any milk to counteract the sweetness. Although, that in reality was the least of his worries at the moment.
One of those very harsh realities was the fact that with all of the crumb boulders scattered about the street in front of the shop, attracted dozens of predatorial birds. They each wanted a piece of those little tiny crumbs as well, and he knew that is any of those overgrown canaries would spot him, he sure enough could end up as nutrition for either them, or their hatchlings.
He was still unable to be heard by the towering giants from up above, not even the ones who stopped for a while to sit and eat, providing those sweet asteroids. By this point, Vanilla was beating himself up. Why did he have to be so careless? Why did he HAVE to move out of the safe place of the mane down to the rump where anything went? WHY did he have to be so selfish?!
All of these questions continued to haunt the inside of his mind until suddenly...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Something huge smashed right in front of the tiny stallion. It belonged to a living creature, but it didn't appear to be of a pony. No. It was bigger.... purple.... and instead of fur, it had the patterned texture of.... scales! Vanilla instantly beamed with excitement as he gazed up quickly to confirm if there was maybe hope for him.
There, towering above him almost as big as any of the establishments that lined the streets, stood the biggest baby dragon in the world, at least to his eyes. It was indeed Spike. Who had in one claw a mug filled with some type of refreshment to wet his whistle. And in his other claw, carried a chocolate glazed donut. With this visual confirmation, it seemed that vanilla had taking shelter right behind Donut Joe's. That would explain the delightful pastry crumbs that littered the ground.
"Finally! A dragon can just sit back, relax, and enjoy some of Equestria's finest." roared the mini giant reptile, as while his maw was still open from speaking, took one big bite out of his circular pastry, once again showering the micro stallion in asteroid crumbs.
Vanilla had to think fast. Spike was his very last hope of finally being able to get home again. If he let this opportunity slip, he would be stuck in Canterlot forever! So with much haste, he instantly lunged onto one of the two titanic claws that connected him to the earth. Now of course, these were very different to pony hooves. For one, the texture was much more difficult to attain a grip. It was smoother, and less of a grip to grasp onto, much like actually trying to rock climb.
And of course, there were the appendages that only Spike had. Three massive toes that could crush me individually, almost each like a massive guard dog trying to keep me away from their master. But Vanilla was willing to break through them, for he needed to get back to his pony friends. So after clearing the tootsies, he began making his very long ascension up the scaly mountain.
It would prove to be much more difficult as not even up to his knees, the not-so-little drake began to start making his forward motion. Each thundering stomp he took shook Vanilla's grip fiercely, each time threatening to release his grasp, and causing him to fall to his demise on the hard road below. Vanilla just continued up the mountain to the best of his abilities, all the while shouting up to the dragon as best as he could. As to be expected, his voice would be easily ignored and unheard.
Vanilla looked around for some other form of a solution, and then began to form up a plan, even if it was quite the moronic plan at that. On occasion, the drake would move the huge pastry back up to his muzzle, and take a big chunk from it. Vanilla thought that if he could gain his attention before taking another bite, he would be home free!
With very little time to think, Vanilla waited for Spike to lower the donut back down to his side. Once the huge wall of chocolate lowered down to his accessibility, Vanilla Beam made one major leap of faith, and latched into the icing surface. At this point, he was completely covered in a thick, chocolate coat. Now Vanilla would definitely need a bath after all of this.
Of course, Vanilla couldn't resist the urge to take a few licks of the chocolate surface. Donut Joe was truly a magician in his own right, and all of his desserts were simply magic in on themselves. Every time he, Twilight, and Spike made a trip to Canterlot, they would always stop at Jose to dine on a few donuts, and drink some nice cool milk.
However, these pleasant memories would end up getting interrupted by the fierce motion of Spike lifting the pastry up to his face once more. But this time, Vanilla was ready to start shouting up to the massive dragon. Once up to his muzzle, vanilla could already feel the temperature changing dramatically. Thing in front of the mouth of a dragon, or any mouth for that matter, it would immediately feel humid from the acids in his belly creating a moist, humid air. But since he was a dragon, the smell of sulfur and the added heat from the fire that festered in his belly made it even more humid. The longer he sat infront of his muzzle, the more vanilla began to sweat.
"Spike! Down here, little buddy! It's Vanilla Beam! On the donut!" Vanilla continued to scream more and more, but it seemed that it was still to no avail. Spike seemed preoccupied with the delight in his own desert, to pay attention to any of the tiny words that Vanilla screamed out. What made matters worse, the dragon soon opened up his mouth, saliva dripping from the top of his teeth, all lined and razor-sharp fangs, and the humid breath becoming even more unbearably hot. And the worst part, the pastry soon begin moving into the huge, massive maw.
"NO! SPIKE! DON'T EAT ME! I'M ON THE DONUT! STOP!" Vanilla screamed at the top of his lungs. However, it was drowned out by the many birds that surrounded the area, and the ponies chattering away about something that could be less important in the life of another pony at risk.
"HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~" roared Spike, as he was prepared to devour what was left of his desert all in one bite. The sound of his exhale was like a deep wind across the sky, and vanilla could definitely feel the fires within that bottomless pit building up as the pastry drew closer to his face.
Vanilla was running out of options, until he saw the only thing that could probably save his life. But in order to reassure him of that fact, he would have to make a jump for it. So with the little time he had left, he pulled himself out of the chocolate quicksand, and made one last attempt to jump for it. Just as his hooves left off of the ground, Spike instantly in one bite devoured the giant moon-sized pastry. The sound of his teeth grinding and crushing all of the flakes and chocolate icing was absolutely sinister, added with the deep, booming, yet soft moans of delight that he made as he savoured the rest of it.
*SPLASH!*
Just as Vanilla Beam had planned it, he managed to make a fifty hoof jump from the chocolate donut, into the gigantic, milk filled mug that was still being held in the other claw. And although it was definitely a very hard landing, and it stung quite a bit, at the very least, the tiny stallion was alive. He then reached the surface, nostrils full of lactose, and looked around and saw that he was indeed in one of the biggest pools of milk ever created.
The only downside at this particular moment was that the rim of the cup seemed to stretch way higher than vanilla was expecting. With that being said, there would be absolutely no way for Vanilla to simply climb his way out, meaning that he was indeed trapped. And what made matters worse was he couldn't see the eyes of the dragon that held his current pool prison. All he could see was the scales on the top of his head, and he knew that if he couldn't see those reptilian eyes, then he couldn't see the tiny pony inside of his drink.
But things were about to go from bad to worse, as the giant mug began shifting its position. At this position, Vanilla finally was able to see Spike's eyes, but unfortunately for the tiny stallion, they were shut, so he still wouldn't have been able to see him. But there was something that was indeed open on the drake: his mouth!
Once again, vanilla bean found himself in a very dangerous position. But instead of being eaten, Vanilla now faced being washed away down the same of gullet. Vanilla was now running out of way less options than he had before, as the tide began to drastically change. Once the tip of the mug touched the purple pillow me lips of the dragon, the river of milk soon begin to flow down is open maw.
As the milk begin to flow down his throat, the once stable pool now became a roaring rapid waterfall. Vanilla desperately try to swim against the current, but kept feeling himself being pulled further and further back. Occasionally he would look back, and see that Spike's circular lips had drawn even closer and closer.
"SPIIIIIIIKE! STOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEASE!!!" Vanilla screamed out in a last ditch effort to save himself. But all seemed to be lost. Spike still couldn't hear him, and Vanilla was almost on the verge of being chugged away forever.
The humidity of his fiery breath washed over him once again, as though Vanilla was getting a little taste of Tartarus before he would officially meet his maker, while the mini dragon would soon be getting a taste of Vanilla. This was indeed the end for one of our tiny protagonists. Left behind from the ones he loved, stranded in the middle of nowhere, and about to become lunch for a titanic predator.
In this world, no one truly notices the little guys.