Dark rain clouds gathered over a large forest, an event that didn't bother the creatures living their, just meant that they stayed in their shelters to avoid getting wet. This, however isn't the case for the tiny human rushing toward the nearest shelter she can see, a large, bent blade of crab grass. The storm she currently finds herself in, let alone this strange giant world, is absolutely threatening. From the rain drops nearing the size of her backpack, to the oak trees that dwarfed any mountain she'd ever seen.
She stops under the blade and looks for a more serviceable form of shelter, taking the moment to catch her breath. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She mutters to herself. "I ditch my seminary class once, and this is what happens, sooo not fair?" One moment she was standing in line at a fast food place, grabbing an early lunch, now of course she finds herself in some giant forest looking for shelter from the rain, let alone the giant animals she knows are out there. She sighs, "I'd even be a tasty treat to an insect."
Shaking out of her momentary distraction, she resumes looking for better shelter. Slowly turning she sees something that presents either a golden opportunity or the biggest danger of all, a absolutely massive two story cabin. "Okay, pros: It's dry, close by, there's probably food and water, lots of hiding places, and likely the only place I'd see for a long time, the owner is home and could possibly help me. Cons: Someone is home and might harm me, the cabin might have mice, rats, and other large pests, and..." She sighs, "Doesn't matter, I'll drown out here. That's for sure, in there it's only a possibility."
She takes off rushing toward the cabin. The door, she notices that it's cracked open, just enough for her to get in. "Thank goodness!" She whispers in relief. Slipping through the crack she slows to a stop, taking a rest there she takes in her new surroundings. The place is modest, well, at least judging by it's appearance if she were proportionate to this world. Some full bookcases are against the walls, a fire crackles in the fireplace, a few pieces of furniture are strewn here and there, shelves holding cookware and dining ware, some rugs lay on the wood floor, and of course, her next obstacle, a set of stairs leading down to the main floor. "Oh no." She groans, "Why me?" She slowly begins her decent, carefully making her way down the steps, each about as tall as she is. Once on the main floor she begins to wander. "Okay, so I'm Jack, now where is the giant?"
As she wandered around, she stops to look at a low shelf, an odd object sits on it, it's form distorted by the low amount of light emanating from the fire. Lightning strikes revealing the object as a terrifying Aztec like ritual mask, the thunder only adding to her fear, she quickly backpedals away from it as she focuses on it afraid it will come after her if she glances away. Once far enough away, she turns to run, only to smack into something. Whatever it is, it's soft, covered in what she can only describe as fur, and it's warm. She glances up, and finds herself staring face to face with, a giant, deformed horse. Its vast eyes staring curiously back at her as she once again begins to backpedal away from it.
The further she gets, the more catches her eyes about the horse. Its mane is obviously styled, its wearing a jacket for some reason, and it has a pair of wings. One short step forward for it, almost closed the gap between them. "Oh Melissa, just what have you gotten yourself into?!" She says out loud to herself, before turning into a mad sprint. However it ends as quickly as it began, when Melissa finds herself being lifted off the ground, with some oddly prehensile feathers wrapped around her, as if forming a hand. Still functioning as a hand, the feathers turn her to face the creature.
"So this is a human." The horse says in a feminine voice. Melissa's jaw drops as her mind struggles to catch up, in probably the oddest and scariest moment of her life. Almost out of nowhere Melissa's scenery changes from the open air to a dank, dark, smelly cavern. The slimy floor, shifts and moves underneath her and she hears a loud clack.
That's when she realizes just where she is. She lets out a terrified scream as she is thrown in the only obvious direction. A strange sound echoes around her as the tongue starts to press up against her, pushing her against the roof of the mouth. "No- No Please!" She yells out in vain, as the tongue continues to throw her around. Then her world starts to tilt in the wrong direction. "No No No No NO!!!" She yells as she begins to scream. Realizing just what direction her life is going she begins to cry, and then she utters a quiet, begging prayer. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have gone to class, I've learned my lesson! Please get me out of this! PLEASE!" Around her, a noise reverberates, one that fills her with fear and dread. She suddenly finds herself grasped from all sides, being pulled down, the one direction she definitely didn't want to go. "Please." She lets out one last defeated word, but oddly, finds a strange feeling of peace, as if she'd be okay. She starts sobbing to herself, figuring that's just her giving up, accepting fate.
Slowly the soft, wet tunnel opens into a large wet cavern where she splats on the floor. Melissa struggles to her feet, adrenaline pumping again, and she slams herself against one of the walls and starts hammering it with her fists. She starts crying out, "Let me out! Please, please, please let me out!!! Please, I don't want to die! Not like this!" She hopes and prays she can be heard over the noises sounding out from all around her. Between the beating of the creatures heart, its breathing, and the noises the digestive tract is making it is a fairly loud place. Its warm too, a strangely comfortable warm, one she'd be fine with if it wasn't for the source. Something in the back of her mind tells her to stop, as if stopping would suddenly solve her problems. She stops, letting her fists fall to her sides. She stands there waiting, listening carefully as the body around her continues its routine.
"Are- are you okay in there?" The feminine voice of the creature sounds around her, sounding somewhat sorrowful and worried.
This doesn't make sense, it just ate me and now it's asking if I'm okay!?! "I'm in a stomach, of course I'm not okay! What, do you think it's a pleasant experience being eaten alive!?! I wasn't exactly planning to die young!!!" She yells, partially out of anger, and partially to get over the other sounds, hoping to be heard.
"Oh... I - I'm sorry..." The voice sounds once again in an even more apologetic tone. "Is this your first time too?"
"First time?! What do you mean first time?! How could someone even have a second time?!" Melissa yells back. This isn't making any sense to her, being eaten alive more that once? That shouldn't be possible.
"You don't even know? Oh... I'm so sorry. I should have let you out after that first scream." The voice sounds out apologetically. "Daring Do, you should've known, you've been in situations like this before! Again, I'm so sorry. It's just that, I get all this mail from my fans talking about this and how you humans taste, feel inside, and how you're all immune, I just thought I'd try it."
"Wait, hold on, you mean there are other humans here, and you um, you-" Melissa replies incredulously, confusion evident in her tone.
Daring Do spent the next few minutes explaining the situation to Melissa. From the tiny humans suddenly appearing all over Equestria, to the odd habit of ponies swallowing them, to the rules that govern the whole situation. She brought up everything she'd garnered from the mail she received from her fans, though her lone wolf lifestyle had still left her rather confused on the topic.
"I'll let you out now." Daring said to the now quiet human.
"No, you don't have to, from what you've told me, this is common practice." Melissa replies somewhat mournfully, "I - I need to start getting used to this, so, I mean I'm already here." Melissa lets out a sigh, "May as well start here." She laid down onto the stomach folds inside, feeling how soft and squishy the place was as well as the massage-like feeling the folds gave as they moved. Melissa hated to admit it, but Daring's stomach felt rather peaceful, especially after a night in the storm. She felt the whole place move, but it wasn't violent, rather, again, peaceful. Daring Do massaged her belly, feeling the human lie down and sleep inside.
"Fine by me. I'll let you go in the morning."