The day in Ponyville was glorious. That was to be expected, of course, what with a Friendship Castle, a school for creatures of all shapes and sizes, and all the other things that went on here. The Weather Team, made up of pegasi, hippogriffs, griffons, and even a dragon now, were some of the best at their jobs, and they kept the sky clear over the town itself now, only letting some light sprinkles, and usually then at night.
Sitting on the sill of the window, looking out at this, you sigh to yourself, as the few natural clouds in the sky drift lazily along. To you, the world outside your window was bigger, broader, and stranger than any you’d have dreamed of before a few months ago. That being when you, and so many others appeared here, in Equestria, Equus, or whatever this world was called, all no bigger than a mouse.
You don’t dwell on that long, as one of the griffons from the School of Friendship buzzes the town, chased by two Wonderbolts. You almost smile at the kid as he takes a sharp turn, as you grab the sill to keep from being blown away by the windshear of his passage, while the two uniformed ponies give their best to catch him. Idly, you notice the roll in his hands, probably a pilfered breakfast, before he dives around a corner, and you lose sight of him.
That chase reminded you that you needed to start your own day, and with a hop, you leapt backwards off the windowsill, landing smartly on a button that caused a small buzz, as the sign in front of your home went from closed, to open, and then you sat down in a nearby chair, grabbing a paper to wait for someone to come in your door, after all, your service wasn’t the sort of thing that did housecalls.
You were barely through the classifieds when you felt a sudden tremble in the earth, which caused you to look up from your paper. The tremble repeated itself, and for a moment you wondered if there was a dragon landing in Ponyville, only for a huge stallion to suddenly come in your door, slamming the glass screen hard enough to crack the pane, and then look sheepishly at it, before turning to you.
“Sorry, wee one. I try to be careful, but it’s hard to be gentle to these modern things. In my village, the doors weren’t so feeble as these,” as he spoke, he tried to right the door, but his huge hooves seemed ill suited for the task he’d put them too, bending the frame a little as he tried to literally push the glass back together. When that failed he said a word you knew had to be some kind of old ponish swear, before he ripped the door off its hinges, and then shoved it back into the frame.
“Uh...you can send the bill for that to the school,” he said after looking at all the damage he’d done, and you nod dumbly up at him. He’s a magnificent specimen of his kind, towering and huge, with muscles that seemed to have been less made by exercise, and more sculpted beneath his blue coat of fur, which contrasted against his red beard and mane, the latter of which hung in long braids around his head.
“Uh huh,” you tell him as you reach over, and with a press of your whole body, push a second button, causing the sign outside to flip from open, to occupied, as Rockhoof, one of the Pillars of Equestria, stood there looking down at you, his massive eyes looking soft, oddly enough, like a child looking at a doctor for the first time, and wondering if they were going to get a shot.
“Er, so, how do we do this?” he asks, and you realize you’d been just staring at him, breaking your stupor as you quickly shake the cobwebs out of your head, and then gesture towards a seat.
“Oh, right. Sit there,” you tell him, pointing to a thing you’d have called a park bench back home, one made for a titan, and just so, that titan came. His hoofsteps, now that he was in the same building, clacked hard against the tile floor of your office/home, and you wondered if you’d need to call someone about that later. You just shrugged it off as he turned around though, and you quickly placed a finger at the side of your nose to keep it from bleeding.
Before you was Rockhoof’s flank, and it was magnificent, the curves, the scale, the power began it. His steps, every one, not only shook the ground, but visibly moved the muscles of his leg, like great tectonic plates, sliding against each other, every motion enough to have smashed anything back home. His sitting down alone nearly caused to to fall of your feet, as he seemed to just fall onto the bench, shaking the whole building for a moment, before it settled.
“O-okay, now, just open your mouth, and lean down towards me,” you tell him, and he seems nervous again, as he looks down at you, but you motion him closer, and with a bit of trepidation in his expression, he slowly does as your instruct, giving you time to grab your tools as he does so. Soon enough, his head is right next to you, and you marvel at the size of it again, before walking towards his open mouth.
“Now, while I’m in there, breathe out of your nose as much as you can, and obviously, try not to swallow any spit,” you say, trying to sound like you’re joking, but it comes out with less humor and more awe as you gaze onto his body. You actually have to smack your face once to focus your thoughts again, hefting your tool up a bit, and then walking forward, getting an interesting crinkling noise as you start into his beard.
Normally, the trek to a pony(Or other being)’s mouth is easy, just a simple walk and a short hop. For Rockhoof, the trek is not as simple, as the beard’s strands, coarse rough hairs, seem to pull at you, forcing you to tug yourself free every time it happened. Worse, when you finally get to his chin, it still towers over you, necessitating a climb instead of the simple hop, as you grab tufts of his fur into your hands, and then pull yourself up, almost twice your height, before finally feeling his lip.
The soft lip wiggled a little as you grabbed it, and you had to take a moment to feel it out, before you finally caught one of his teeth in your palm, and then with a grunt, hauled yourself up. The final bit of the climb saw you tumbling end over end as you came into his mouth, bouncing off huge teeth, and then slipping along a tongue nearly towards the throat in the back, before you finally caught yourself.
Then you were in, and you smiled a bit, as the smell of his breath, a light wind as he tried to breathe only through his nose, letting only a whisper into his mouth, passed over you. It was cool, but carried a humidity with it that almost got you sweating within a few heartbeats, even as you listened to the rattling, deep vibrations of his air passages, trying to hear if he had anything wrong with them.
“Okay, now, hold still,” you said, as you rolled onto your side, and then placed your head against his broad, flat tongue, the organ dimpling a little under your weight, and causing his drool to start flooding in around you. You just held your breath as the stuff covered your head, and you listened to his heartbeat, counting mentally as each beat passed, before finally blasting out of the puddle of spit with a splash.
Gasping, you rose shakily to your feet, finding the tongue moving a bit underneath your bare soles as you did so, smiling even as he slicked back you pony spit soaked hair. This Rockhoof was in great health, and looking around, you could tell he took semi-care of himself, with only a few stains on the inside of his teeth, which were all almost as big as your torso, which made you look around again.
Normally, a pony’s muzzle was wide, but a bit cramped, with only enough room to move a bit, but Rockhoof’s maw was huge and spacious. You literally could have built a house in here, and probably still had room left over, as you gazed around at the massive space, making you smile even more, only to let out a surprised cry as the tongue shifted a bit, his tastebuds rubbing at you slightly as you stood on them.
“THORRY,” came his voice, and you fell forward as the tongue rippled beneath you, landing with a splat on the slimy member, which wriggled against as it tasted you. You tried not to be too mad, as you rose back to your feet, and pulled your tool off the holster on your back, gleaming bristles lighting up the space of his maw, which stayed open as you walked towards the edge of it.
“Just keep still, and remember to breathe out of your nose and not to talk!” you cried out to him, knowing it was hard for him to hear your from inside his own mouth, and then got to work.The toothbrush, almost as long as you, soon found his teeth beneath it, as you attacked stains, small bits of plaque, and other such things with your weapon, every pass leaving the huge molars just a bit brighter in its wake.
This was your job, after all, as you worked your way around his mouth. Doctor and teeth cleaner, for those much bigger than you. It had sort of been your job back home, but here it seemed to be both much easier, and much harder to work. Easier because you could get right to the problem, and even had a literal magical brush to work with, and harder because you had to do it yourself.
You were smiling though, as you went around, leaning over his teeth, and getting them sparkling, one after another. Each tooth was huge, like a small table, as compared to the normal bowling ball sized ones you saw normally, but that made it even more satisfying as you got each one to pearly white glory, so shiny in some cases that you actually saw your reflection in them as you passed over them.
Then you came to the next part, as you got to the side of his mouth, and then looked up. Normally, the next part was easy, just stand a bit taller, and work at the teeth, but his jaw, wide as it was, made that difficult, and finally, you just decided to stand on the bottom teeth, which barely got you high enough to reach the top. Straining, you still did your job, slowly working on each tooth.
The brush scratched a bit, as your unsure footing forced you to kneel several times as you worked your way around, showing that teeth weren’t meant for standing. Luckily, you never felt in danger, the whole time, as he never once twitched or threatened to close his mouth and bring the teeth together, allowing you to work as well as you could, slipping only occasionally as more spit seemed to fill his muzzle.
Then you were done. After what felt like no time at all, you were on the opposite side of his muzzle, and staring up at a rear molar that actually seemed to ping at you, shiny and clean as it was. Smiling, and wiping a bit of sweat from your brow, you turned and started towards the front of his muzzle, only for a sudden slip on a spit covered tooth to send you backwards, falling right onto the rear of his tongue, which sloped down into his throat.
There’s a panicked moment, as you toss your tool out from the throat, with the thing flying out of his muzzle, and landing with a clatter on the table outside. This freed your arms to flail about, first trying to find some purchase on the air, only to then surge forward as you toppled into the abyss, staring into the throat. With a suddenness that nearly stopped your heart, they touched something, and your grabbed it with all your might.
The thing you’d grab turned out to be slightly sticky, slimy, and dangly, as your wrapped your arms and legs around it, holding onto the thing which rocked a little as you did so. Your eyes never closed, in fear or anything else, during this whole affair, and instead were locked downwards, staring into the throat of one of the Pillars, a huge open hole that pulsed and moved with his breath, which now hit you like an almost solid wall of wind as he breathed out.
Outside, Rockhoof heard the clatter on the table and, thinking the tiny guy was done, started to rise. That rise stopped as he felt a scratch in the back of his throat, like a bit of dust, and he coughed once, trying to clear it. This action caused you to shake violently around, as there was a sudden explosion of air movement, which rocked you from side to side, and slammed you into the soft, fleshy walls around you, leaving brief impressions of your body in them like snow angels.
Then he breathed in, and the force of it almost pulled you down into his lungs, as the throat below seemed to shift, a small flap coming off, and revealing an entirely new abyss below, one that seemed like a vacuum to you, and forced you to hold the uvula even tighter in your grip, as the world got darker with Rockhoof sealing his mouth shut. Soon, his lips met, and you were cast into complete shadow.
Luckily for you, just as your grip faltered, the huge stallion breathed out again, and you were suddenly vaulted forward, landing with a splat on the massive tongue again, falling into a heap as you did so, almost passing out from the exhaustion the effort of hanging on had caused. Outside, Rockhoof felt a sudden, and quite familiar taste slide across his mouth, and he looked towards a nearby mirror, and slowly opened his lips.
Looking into his muzzle, he saw you, your body splayed out, almost like a warrior after a rough battle, and he realized what must have just happened, and that brought him a moment of pause, before he smiled a little, and walked towards the door, his lips gently closing this time, while his tongue sort of folded against you, letting you feel like it was hugging you, before he breathed out into his mouth again.
He said nothing, as he exited your home, smashing the door again, but figuring it would be paid for, as he trotted back towards the school, to do a bit of landscaping there. While doing that, he wouldn’t need to speak much, and he figured his soft maw would be a good place for you to rest, and considering he soon heard you snoring, he smirked at his own thoughtfulness, even as he hoped the others liked his pristine smile for photos later that week.