The Warm Place
It was a miracle! Nothing short a of a miracle that you would come across that cozy log cabin. Lost your way in that endless indistinguishable labyrinth of a taiga, one adventurous trip out to a distant lake, and all your camping equipment had been lost out of pure incompetence. There really wasn't much hope of finding any of it again, as distant as you had wandered from it. No one's fault but your own. It was a real punch in your ego.
But fear for your life didn't really start to sink in until the sun left you, and the cold came forth unchained. Relentless chilled air like thousands of tiny knives penetrated even the thickest parts of your fur. That small ragged cloak you took offered a very limited refuge from the metaphoircal onslaught. It's small size never satisfied. Constantly you shifted it around your body, sacrificing protection of one part of your body for another just to change your mind again. You were almost certain that frostbite would take your hooves, and that would probably be in the best-case.
But that log cabin! Hidden away in a particularly thick grove of tall pines, that unmistakable glow of a fireplace visible through a window, the sight of it had given you the extra energy you needed to take the chance at continued existence. Or maybe it was the trees tanking the onslaught of wind. Either way, your were going to be fine. A few steps up onto the small square porch, and you knocked on the thick wooden door.
A silent moment, you expected a verbal response from inside, but...
A lock was fiddled and the door dragged open.
Honestly you were half-expecting a large male pony with a thick beard, possibly with an axe or shotgun of something else stereotypical, but Before you stood a medium-sized beige mare of scarlet mane and tail. She immmediately gave you the look of someone who had just witnessed a nasty accident firsthand. Without any exchanges, you were beckoned and then forcibly pulled into the dwelling. The difference was instant. Just being indoors was a much better feeling than being out there the the frigid cold.
"Don't just stand there, come over to the fireplace." The scarlet-maned mare pulled you once again, dragging you along like a strict mother, and sat you down on a wooly mat in front of the flames. You couldn't even thank her before she sprinted off and left you your source of life. Crickle, crackle, pop. Orange ribbons dancing amongst each other, the immense warmth from it was exactly what you needed.
A second or so later and a lossely-sewn quilt was draped over your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for the mare to drape her whole arm over your shoulder also, stroking and patting your back.
Her head closes to yours, you turned over to finally get a better look at her. Instinctively you jumped at the sight of her face. Probably not the most polite reaction, but your reaction illicited a playful giggle out of her.
Her appearance was... difficult to describe. No, that's a lie. She was easy to describe: light brown fur, messy red mane, red-pink eyes. But the emotions evoked by her were... conflicted. Uncanny. She was beuatiful to be sure, with a sultry, gentle look in her eyes, but said eyes were also an alrming reddish-pink in color, and even her pupils almost looked to have a deep velvet color to them. Her long crimson hair flowed and curved around her shoulders like a flowing stream down a weathered mountain. But it was also noticably unkempt, savage-like. Small locks deviated out here and there in just one too many places. The color was just the wrong shade of red, exactly like oxygen-rich blood, and combined with the messiness of her hair, it ilicited images of torn bloody flesh in the mind.
That was just what was wrong with her, she just looked inherently threatening. Her image brought with it a sense of danger and uneasiness, and yet she was still sexy and beautiful in her own right. There are some things in the world that just look unsettling and nightmarish, like most spiders. But there are also beautiful things in the world and are pleasing to the eyes, like a garden of flowers or a lush mountain range. But this mare... She somehow existed in some kind of aesthetic superposition; terrifying and beautiful at the same time.
"I didn't mean to spook you." Her response was oddly vacant of any offense. She probably got that reaction often. "What were you doing wandering around out there?"
Saying anything embarrassing about yourself in front of a pretty mare probably wouldn't gain you any brownie points, but you really couldn't be bothered in that moment. So you just spilled your guts out of frustation, telling her all about how you got lost in what was meant to be a 1 hour walk at most.
But laughter wasn't her first response. "Oh, don't worry about that now. Your tent's not going anywhere. You' ll find it in the morning."
"I don't count on it. I've been lost for almost the whole day. It could be anywhere in this forest."
But the weird pony just gave you a sympathetic smile, and hugged you.
WAIT a what? A hug? Not the typical show of affection by someone who just met you. She didn't even learn your name yet. It was uncomfortable to say the least, and you started to get nervous, even afraid. Her hug lasted just a little too long to be appropriate and you were reluctant to reciprocate.
"AHH! AHH!! AAAAHHH!!"
You really should have been more on your guard, for this psychotic host had just administerd a nasty bite, like a wolf, right onto your neck. The sharp feeling of pain where her upper jaw had made contact seemed to indicate a deep penetration of the skin. Instantly you flailed your limbs in a scattered and panicked attempt to shake yourself free. Her response was to wrap her limbs around yours, corralling them back to your body and quickly shifting her gentle hug into a painful vice-grip.
She was much stronger than she looked, and easily overpowered you. Down to the floor you went as she pushed all her weight on you and pinned you down to the floor.
"Don't fight it, it won't hurt if you don't struggle."
It was then you noticed she had taken her mouth off your neck. "LET ME GO!" You let out, continuing your struggle as she kept you restrained against the floor. Hopeless. She felt heavier than an elephant. You might as well have been an ant trying to lift up a brick.
It was almost as if she were actually getting heavier the more you struggled. Her silky brown fur in your face was obnoxious and made breathing difficult. You turned your head one way, then another, trying to at least get her fur or unkempt hair out of your face. But no dice, she was somehow all-encompassing regardless of which way you turned.
At least she was warm. It was funny to think just two minutes ago you were terrified of dying in the snow. Now in the clutches of this possibly murderous kidnapper, it was the last thing on your mind. Surrounded all over your body with soft warm fur, and she seemed to be getting even hotter. She was almost like a big ball of fluff. Where did her hooves go?
A few moments beneath her. Your futile struggling finally slowed and you dared yourself to enjoy the feeling of great warmth from her body above you. Then as if to spite you, she released her hold, lifting up her body and freeing you completely.
Immediately to jumped up and bolted to the door. The DOOR! What happened to it? You laid your eyes on it in disblief. That heavy door was suddenly the height of a building, which was down the metaphorical road. In fact the whole cabin seemed to tower around you. The disorientation was nausiating. That midget table you remembered glancing at on the way in was now like four massive pillars supporting a sky garden.
"There you are, try to escape me now."
You about-faced and came upon the sight of that psycho monster of a mare. Now many times her original size, she looked even more the part of a murderous beast. Only then did you notice she had four large and sharp canine teeth, lightly tinted by your blood. It really completed the look of a monster.
Somehow, by some fluke of magic, she had managed to reduce your size down to that of an action figure. Now you barely came up to her hooves. A new feeling of panic, dread, and hopelessness comsumed you. You were fucked. Whatever she was going to do to you now, you had zero chance of stopping it.
A mocking smug look from her beamed down on you, challenging you to try and make an escape. But you refused to play that game. "Why did you do this to me? What do you want?" And you immediately regretted asking as thoughts of her hypothetical responses raced in your mind.
The mare smiled and lowered her head down close to you. Instinctively you tried to back off, only to be intercepted by her forehooves forming a large barrier and blocking your escape route. Her face dangerously close you yours, you could feel the hot gust of her every exhale.
"I wanna lick you, and kiss you, and eat you up."
That didn't sound good. Out came her tongue as she went in for a lick. Your heart jumped up and you attempted to back up into her hooves, but to no avail. You were smothered by the wide, wet mass of flesh that dragged itself across your entire body. The grip of it seemed to pull you upward somewhat, and you almost lost your footing. At least she didn't have bad breath. It had smelled like gingerbread mixed with cinnamon. Hard to tell if it was from cookies or a mint.
The mare finally relieved you of the ebrace of her tongue. The instant you were free, you almost wished she hadn't. The cold air constricted around your skin right through your coat, which only served to trap the dampness of her tongue and exaserbate the chill even more. It was not unlike leaving a hot tub in the middle of winter.
"I'm Brown Widow, what's your name?" She inquired playfully, as if you had any concern for such formalitites.
"I'm petrified. Can you please let me go?" As if she would.
She only giggled. "I could, but you wouldn't last three minutes out in the snow at your size. And the shrinking venom I injected you with won't wear off for at least another two hours. So why don't you stay here with me where it's safe and warm?"
The nerve of her! As if she had no qualms about biting you, now that she'd pigeon-holed you into an inescapable situation, she wanted to play nicey-nice and act out whatever weird games tickled her psyche. Your legs quivered violently with rage. -Or maybe from the chill in the air.
Brown Widow brought her head down towards you and you braced yourself for another lick, taking a great deep breath and holding it down. This time she gave you and open-mouth lick. When she opened up her maw there was an immediate gust of hot air unleashed from within her. You could see the organic, frightening cavern of her mouth and throat before you. Her massive teeth, the smallest of which the size of your head, floating past you. No, that was too far. You reflexively released the air in your lungs as you went into panic-mode. The resulting emotions were once again conflicted. The relentless furnace of her mouth rushing down on you was a satisfying relief from the frozen hell you had just been enduring. But being effectively in her mouth, even slightly so, sent shocks of fear into your mind. Your breathing rate began to increase at exactly the wrong time, and once again you were given a face-full of soft warm tongue. The giant muscle contoured and gripped at your body, never still, wet and salivating and smelling of that strong cinnamon and gingerbread aroma.
The tongue gripped you against her hooves and began dragging upward again. Your heart jumped as you felt your hooves lift off the floor and it quickly dawned on you that she could pull you into her mouth if she wanted. You panicked and wirthed, and suddenly felt yourself dropped back down. She had relented; releasing her tongue's grip on you and lettng you fall. One more blast of hot air and her mouth was shut. She backed her head back to take a look at you and immediately the frigid cold gripped you like an icy snake. You almost wished she would lick you again. Your body couldn't even seem to keep up with the sudden violent change in temperature.
"Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." It was hard to tell if she was serious or not. But with as twisted a mind as she evidently had, it probably made little difference either way. "You're so sweet. I just wanna swallow you up."
Was she being serious? Did she mean that literally? She definitely could, if she wanted to.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and your fur was like thousands of tiny icicles against your skin. Brown Widow shifted her body position around you, lifting herself up off the ground. You knew better at this point than to run away, even though you had an opening. She would easily catch you, and then maybe she wouldn't be as merciful as she was being now. From behind her, you could see the raging orange dance of the fireplace. Back down she plopped between you and the flames, reclining on her side with you facing her abdomen. The weight of her massive body was felt by the shock of her dropping. Her left hoof came down to your right and dragged your body over to her in a sort of cuddle. That was rather disorienting.
So that would explain why she wasn't feeling the sting of the elements. How completely unfair and petty for her to block the heat of the fire from you! Especially when you were so small, and wet. You needed it much more than she did. But at the very least, it felt nice being next to her body. You rested against her big soft belly, just under her naval. A powerful warmth emanated from within her, permeating her skin, fostered by her coat. Her hoof cradled you next to her, and the parts of your body: legs, abdomen, and lower torso, that remained between her body and hoof were relieved from the gripping cold.
You felt like her toy, completely helpless in her snuggle. As gentle as her embrace was, it might as well have been a hydraulic press. But in this moment of emotional distress, there was also a great measure of physical comfort. At least some of your body was in contact with this massive warm beast, who cradled you close to her like her child, and you allowed yourself to relax a little.
In... and out... and in... and out... her slow, rhymatic breathing was like a massive-scale version of a sleeping cat. You could hear some part of her digestive system make a gurgling noise, and at this proximity, you could actually pinpoint the exact location, too. It was unfortunate because it put you back on the edge. You hadn't forgotten what she told you before.
"Are you going to eat me?"
You asked it with an air of docility in your voice. It was crushing, but you knew your fate was no longer in your hands. The gravity of that realization put you in a place of submission. The most you would do if she said "yes" was beg her to change her mind.
"Do you want me to eat you?"
What kind of question was that?
"No! Of course not!"
Brown Widow pressed you against her with her hoof, and a shock of dopamine shot down your spine from the warm hug. "It won't hurt, I can make it painless."
As if that were supposed to "sell" you on the idea or something? Ultimately, you just felt insulted that she were asking. Obviously if she agreed not to eat you, she would just go back on her word. What did she have to lose? Would this beast care if you wanted to live or not?
But you obliged her anyway, because you knew you had no choice. "No thank you."
"That's okay, you don't have to if you don't want to." But of course you had zero faith in her word. A deep breath from your captor, and another dopamine rush as you were pressed hard against her soft belly, almost sinking into her, The silky smooth tufts of fur tickling you all over. Even though your face felt like it'd been shoved in the freezer, that feeling of softness and heat made you almost forget the cold... Almost.
You let yourself relax again, burrowing between her body and hoof as snugly as you could. You heard a cute squee come out of her in response. For a moment, you were beginning to trust her. The onset of Sotckholm Syndrome, maybe? But you started to feel that she really wouldn't hurt you at all. She had stalled for this long, and what would be the point of delaying the inevitable? Maybe she just wanted a tiny pony to cuddle with.
But of course just as you started to feel cozy, Brown Widow's body shifted, and her left hoof abandoned you. She laid it to rest on her side. The relentless chill it had been protecting you from had returned with maximum fervor, and your breathing rate increased.
You took the moment to take a step back and look at her from head to tail. Although her mane was unkempt and wild, her fur coat was remarkably smooth. It was as if she had purposefully abstained from using shampoo. She was actually rather curvy, and although her hips weren't remarkably wide, the consistent smoothness of her curves, in conjunction with how her fur perfectly conformed with them, made her a very sexy beast. Her body was like a polynomial.
You turned over to her face, whch carried that uncanny mix of "beautiful mare" and "close up of a spider," and she returned eye contact with you. She had a very gentle look in her eyes.
Suddenly, down came her head upon you to administer another lick. Although you were less afraid of her this time, you still reflexively braced for impact. This time, however, you were met with pursed lips, clumsily gripping your head and upper torso. Your head almost entered her mouth, and she gave you a gentle peck, slightly opening her mouth and exhaling as she backed away.
The heat of her breath came down on you like opening an oven. That familier scent of gingerbread and cinnamon reminded you of Hearth's Warming times. You felt cozy and cared for in that brief moment, and the lack of faith you had in her word had dissipated. Not by reason, but through your own desire to believe her so you could enjoy the sauna of her breath as a relief from the cold.
You considered asking her to kiss you again, as you were already starting to feel the chill return, but before you could ask, she was already coming back down. Another kiss, another blast of heat, another rush of pleasure. Then she did it again, and again, and again. Sweet kisses to warm up her little pony. You figured it would be nice to kiss those sexy lips if you were normal size, and you were embarrassed to find yourself growing erect.
She stopped, and looked directly at it.
A coy, evil grin grew on her face, and yours shown bright red instantly. Still, that was probably the best-case response. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you, little boy?"
Little boy?! Now just hold on a minute! And your face grew even redder than before. You were already embarrassed, did she have to emasculate you, too? She really had a way of screwing with people at the worst times, it seemed.
"Oh don't be ashamed, there's nothing wrong with loving Mommy's kisses in a very special way."
MOMMY?! Okay, this was going too far. The last thing you needed out of her was some kind of Oedipus fetish. The only positive was that no one else was around to see this. But it was undeniable that her attention aroused you. You wanted her to give you more of it, warm and comforting... But there was still fear in your heart before her. It was like a rollercoaster, simutaneously frightening and exciting.
Oof! The cold returns again at her neglecting kissing you! You visibly shuddered and writhed in the exposure, and Brown Widow took notice. "You want me to lick you again?"
"I.. um... uh..." YES. But you couldn't say that, it seemed too submissive, accepting favor from her. So you snuggled back up her her abdomen, nuzzling up to the silky softness of her as an alternative.
"I didn't hear a 'no'..."
YOU COULDN'T SAY THAT EITHER! Who would've thought a simple yes or no question would be so difficult to answer? Were you really going to say "no" and possibly block yourself off from her warm licking? So you remained silent, and hoped she would oblige you anyway.
Her mouth gaped, and a blast of heat welcomed you back to sin. You could see down into her throat: dark, wet, moving, and your heart raced in abject fear. Her tongue made contact with you once again, carressing your whole body, stimulating your rock-hard shaft. For a moment there was a passing fear that you might ejaculate on her tongue, and she would find that offensive.
Suddenly you were pushed back against her belly, and the huge mass of squishy flesh tasted you all over. Just as before, your legs lifted off the ground and you were pulled upward. You were getting pulled into her mouth! You panicked and struggled, but like quicksand, that only served to work your limbs up her tongue and further into her mouth. By the time you realized this, it was too late. Brown Widow pulled her tongue back in, taking you with it.
This was probably the most mixed feeling you would ever have. You shouted out in terror for her to let you out, but there was also a strong sense of pleasure in being there. It was like a sauna. You were instantly coated in her warm saliva. Her tongue worked you around in her mouth, pressing you against the roof. By god! For once the entire night, your whole body was warm and cozy. The icy air had gone completely, replaced with a hot embrace. As her jaw moved, you could see her teeth gnashing close to you, but she never allowed you to get too close to them. They were big, and sharp, and white, and the feeling of danger was exhilarating. You couldn't help but feel a great trust for her, as it would have been so easy for her to chew you to pieces, but she refrained.
"Mmmm..." Brown Widow's voice echoed from down the dark cavern of her throat, sending soothing vubrations through your body. Her soft squishy tongue all over you, you couldn't help but like it.
But for better or worse, she had decided it was time to let you go again. You felt an overwhelming power force you from her mouth, allowing you to plop back down onto the rug below. It was like being teleported from a beach in Florida to the bottom of a lake in Greenland!Now completely covered in slobber, the temperature was unacceptably harsh. "N-N-No! Let me back in!"
That had just spurted out of your mouth. Complete impulse born of a reaction to being spit out of the womb.
She said nothing. She just smiled down at you sensually and let you back into her mouth again. You let your apprehensions slip past you, and welcomed her engulfing of your body. It was wonderful being back inside the cocoon of her maw, and she worked you around gently before letting her mouth finally come to rest.
It was genuinely comfortable now. You now felt like you trusted her completely, and she said nothing, stirring around you. You laid down on your stomach over her tongue, smelling of sweet cinnamon, feeling the pleasant warmth of it and letting your limbs fall lazily over it's sides. You closed your eyes in comfort and listened to her soothing breathing.
Then the chill came back.
BRRR! How? Wasn't this completely safe from the cold air? The temperature of her body was consistently comforting, but the air was schizophrenic. Hot, then cold. Hot, then cold. Hot, then cold.
Was it her breathing? You listened to the vibrations of her breath, and they seemed to match up. Every exhale was met with a hot gust over you, and each inhale brought the cold air with it. Of course! She was breathing in the cold air and breathing out warm.
So, no. You still weren't comfortable. She must have simply held her breath the first time around. The ice followed you even here. You shivered again.
Hot... Cold... Hot... Cold... Hot... Cold... The inconsistentcy was arguably worse than just freezing.
"Mmm, is my little boy feeling chilly?"
YES.
"Do you want me to take you down into Mommy? So you can be nice and warm?"
YES- WAIT! NO! DON'T SAY "YES!" SAY NO! SAY NO!
You were intoxicated by her. It was almost like love. Your face flushed and your eyes started to water. She was so warm and cozy and gentle. You couldn't help but accept her and indulge yourself in her, no matter how much of an emotional hellride she was. You trusted Mommy completely.
"Yeah, swallow me. Please, swallow me."
Your predator's mouth squeezed tightly around you. Slippery and hot, you felt it pull you down into the void of her throat. Your stomach lurched up as gravity dragged you down into her esophagus.
You reflected on the events of the last 2 seconds. All of it happened so fast. You asked impulsively, and she took it in an instant. One swift motion on her part, and your fate was determined. Instantly you were slipped past the point of no return. Just a few minutes ago, you were begging her not to eat you, and yet now, you hadn't any strong regret over your final decision. Maybe it was because it was your own choice, that she refrained until you gave her consent. That helped to not make you feel violated or victimized, after all. But it was probably the overwhelming comfort, tenderness, and liberally granted affection that turned you on to her.
"Have fun in there."
Brown Widow's voice resonated through her body and sent those soothing vibrations your way again. Your slow, weightless, seemingly endless descent was interrupted by a tight sphincter. At first, you were worried and confused over what would happen next, but the sphincter just existed to push you through it, easy and comfy, so it could close behind you and leave you in your predator's dark chamber.
Finally you came to rest in her stomach, just as she wanted from the beginning. It put a fuzzy happy feeling in your naval, knowing that you were giving your predator just what she wanted. You felt a stange sense of honor in being chosen by her and given the priviledge of feeding her.
The stomach lining moved and glided over you, soft wrinkles of it covering you tenderly like loving blankets. A pool of some form of stomach fluids made it like a snug hot tub. It was cozy and best of all, you were truly warm and comfortable at last. The chill was but a distant memory. You would never feel cold again. Now your predator would take care of you and make you feel loved. You just knew it. The digestion would be painless; you knew because she told you so, and you trusted your predator.
No pain, no worry, no anguish, only soothing comfort and love. The current stresses of your life passed over your mind, all those little and big things that negged at your mind day after day just hours ago, and you almost physically felt them lift from your body. They all just melted away. Peace at last.
"Good night, my brave little boy." And her words sent tingles through your body. Her stomach was in fact very much like a squishy memory-foam mattress, and it put your mind and muscles to relaxation. You could feel yourself being lulled into slumber, eyelids growing heavy. You accepted her as your predator, and indulged in pleasant, deep sleep with her. The last scattered thoughts in your mind was wondering what awaited you on the other side, and what you would do there. You hoped that somehow, you would see your predator's face one more time, maybe give her a hug, too, before being sent off into the unknown.