Down like a Snack
Enlarged Spitfire
B_25 & Starstage
With his back pressed to the cargo, Nannath the Griffon pushed with all his might, heaving and breathing. His legs burned as he forced the crate to the cliffside dock. Command issued a surprise order of ingredients to another base.
And they expected it to make this delivery.
Have to make sure the Royal Guards don't go without icing on their cakes! Better make the recruit make the drop-off at the last second. He'll be willing to do it. Because we can fire him for any reason for the next two months. Tck. Enlist with the Wonderbolts, they said.
He shoved the crate to the cliff, collapsing against it, sweating and panting, so exhausting that drinking his next breath seemed impossible. He rested there for a moment as everything within burned.
You'll be set for life if you, they said.
His eyes rolled as he leaned to the side of the cargo, looking out to the vast stretch of asphalt, an airport in name alone. Many mares stood in the beyond: giants that swallowed space. They were lost in chatter.
Must be nice being a pilot... mostly self-governed... flexible when it comes to a schedule.
It'd started a couple years ago—rumoured to have begun as a drunken bet—that two pegasi were enlarged by one talented unicorn. Magically infused to have an empty stomach, they swallowed cargo.
Once it had been delivered quicker and cheaper than any delivery service, the idea had been picked up by the Wonderbolts and Associated. Hangers acted like private rooms for the giants in the airport. Each had their assigned cliff to swallow cargo.
Nannath had ignored the red line denying anything but cargo from passing—he had to make sure the shipment made it on time. He caught his breath, finally. Happy and glad that he showed he could be trusted when push came to shove.
But that burning pride froze, as a shadow passed over.
"That's the problem with Rainbow, though," the voice of Spitfire accompanied the thundering hoofsteps, with the ground shaking from the impacts. Her shadow was cold, and her eyes were directed elsewhere. "It isn't a matter of getting there the quickest. In her head—of course that's all that counts. But we had to return two orders because of damaged goods."
Nannath's eyes widened as his head tilted back.
Looking up, he saw the overhead face of Spitfire, looming like a golden sun. Her head lowered and her mouth opened like the first bite to a meal. An exhale rolled off the carpet of her tongue, bending the nearby grass. Moisture and warmth tinged the air.
Oh hell.
Nannath opened his mouth to the much larger, descending one toward him, which took him into its darkness, distant cheeks blocking out the light of the world. At his talons, lips closed over them, slurping them as everything was knocked back.
The giantess knocked back her head, and everything inside her maw flew, cargo and griffon, the latter opening his wings a second too late. His side smacked on the tongue as he rolled across. To his sides, the two blocks of cargo slide, on course with the back of the throat.
Nannath panicked as everything fell backward, the distant teeth ahead, rising to the sky, as he slid. His talons grabbed the tongue, the wet, spongy surface, doing his best to climb upward to the back of those lips. Maybe, if he could reach them in time, he could slip between the pair—flying to freedom.
The problem came when the cargo reached the abyss at the back, the great descent into the throat, which opened at the sense of a meal. Everything inside the mouth convulsed, a pull ever backward, a gulp that's force pulled the griffon back.
Shit, oh shit!
Nannath slid back one, then he did so again, hearing the dreadful gulps behind him, that pounding, echoing sound. It called to him, the natural function of a mare, wanting to suck him close and swallow him whole. He tried to fight it, to deny it.
But another swallow, a powerful one, matched by the flick of the tongue had knocked him free. He fell, spreading his wings but unable to take flight. He smacked against something, spongy flesh, feeling it stretch and compress over his body. The soft weight consumed him. Pressed into him. Tugged him downward to the tunnel of no return.
Crap!
His talon reached out for the back of the tongue, feeling like he was in a fleshy quicksand. The warm, soft muscles lurched out, twisting as pressed into him, squishing him downward. Another swallow, and the full force of the mare's muscles were on him. The might sent him below, into the slide of the throat, where the silky fleshy squeezed him ever downward.
"Did they pack something special on that one?" a voice asked from beyond the throat, every word, sounding distant and furthered, more muffled as he was deeper tucked behind bountiful flesh. "Seems like you struggled a bit with it."
Then came a sudden pressure from the outside world. Something monolithic pressed through the skin and flesh, settling over his frame. It'd been Spitfire's gigantic hoof. It found him, pushed him deeper inside of her, not knowing she was sending another creature into the depths of her barrel.
Nannath struggled within the tight, slimy passage, the walls, suckling on him as he passed. The bulge in her throat thinned behind her chest as the proud mare stood proper once more. He could hear her breathing during his journey. Inside of her chest, the colosseum lungs collected with deafening winds on either side of him.
"Nothin' major," Spitfire's voice thundered like he was inside of it. It exploded from behind him and rumbled throughout the walls. It echoed outside as well. The air, the force, he heard and endured all that went in allowing a pony to speak. "Someone didn't tie the cargo proper. It's no biggie. Unlike Rainbow, I know how to keep stuff from rattling around in my stomach."
Chuckles pounded against the dense walls. "Yeah... fly straight."
Nannath was taken further from the conversation as the ride straightened and slowed. It was up to the muscles now, without the aid of gravity, to crinkle as they squeezed him, pushing him across the rest of the trek. It was tight, nothing but pink that sometimes loosened, letting him see down his body before the muscles clamped and squeezed again.
Just ahead was an opening, an orifice that opened and closed, operating of its own violation. It sensed him coming—and closed. Caught at the end of the tunnel, the passage kneaded into him, causing the griffon to wiggle and scream, the pressure mounting by the second.
And all of this was happening inside the body of another.
Spitfire had no clue that, down her throat and deep inside her body, shrunk to the smallest scale possible, that a griffon was currently caught, denied access to her stomach. She walked and readied herself for flight, the sways of her barrel, tilting from side to side subtly.
Suddenly, with his legs pushing harder against the valve, it opened, enough to let his legs pass through. Nannath was squeezed through it, slowly, feeling the thin flesh drag across him. Seconds later, he was across, brought into the stadium of a stomach.
Nannath weakly fell until crashing on the stomach's flooring, bouncing on it before everything stabilized. Laying forward for a moment, he once against caught his breath—or what passed for oxygen inside the body of another.
"Ugh..." Nannath muttered to himself, seeing nothing but bright pink, spanning below him and afar. "What have I gotten myself into?" Even the walls, thicker than the ground, were a darker pink. The whole chamber quaked, undulating, a constant vibration, a neverending pulse sent through it. "Am I fucked? Because this feels like I'm fucked."
Nannath found the will to pick himself up from the ground, stumbling from the stomach's constant beating, finding a way to ride its subtle waves. He looked around to see the inside of the stomach, even though it should have been dark, bright as though its walls somehow phased through a little light.
How the hell is that possible? It feels like the inside of a church—like how the light looks when it's coming through stained glass. Wait a minute... of course! Wonderbolts have their stomachs emptied before they're loaded. They must have that for the ponies that sometimes ride inside of them.
Relief flooded through the griffon, for, even though he was in a titanic space within the depths of a monolithic mare, it meant that he, along with the cargo, would be coughed up during its delivery. All he had to do was wait it out and hope for the best.
Might as well take in the view while you're here.
Nannath sauntered forward within the stomach, knowing that miles of mare existed, up and down, left and right, a dense squish that composed her barrel. He was at the center of all that, in the middle of her frame. As she walked and talked, she had no clue that he was inside her.
A fleet of cargo sat in the stomach of the belly, roped together save for a few.
Then everything started to lift.
Woah-oh!
Nannath felt the ground rise through his paws. Gravity rose around him as everything became weightless for a second. Everything thrust forward, then fell back, and he stumbled around, keeping with the momentum. Through the density that entrapped him, a tremendous beating flapped, those spawn of wings, out and about, taking his captor into the sky.
I guess she's taking flight.
There wasn't much for him to do as the chamber thinned during her flight. The cargo slid on the ground—but not by much. The idle, titanic flapping was always a source of sounds. As were the harsh winds striking the barrel. It was toasty inside the belly. Warm. The constant swaying of the massive mammal to tucker out the little griffon.
Once the flight had steadied onto its course, Nannath had decided to fly over to the distant corner of the pouch. It'd been a late-night before work, and he'd been expecting an easy day instead of a hard one. Presented with the perfect excuse to fall asleep and still kept paid, the griffon closed his eyes, swayed to sleep by the giant's flying, hearing the tolling of a heartbeat to focus him to slumber.
Nannath awoke in a panic.
The stomach had shrunk rapidly. Acid rose around him, warming to a burning temperature. It rose to his belly when his eyes suddenly awoke. Everything around him had shrunk, and had been reduced. His mind couldn't clock the reason why—only that one piece of the cargo remained in the stomach.
And it was being coughed up.
"N-No!" Nannath tumbled forward, falling into the water, feeling it splash. His eyes watched the chamber convulse, narrowing to the hole that squeezed him into here. "The delivery! I overslept! If that leaves here without me—I'm toast!"
Rising and running through the water, Nannath opened his wings, hearing the undulation of the pouch, the muffled quaking of hoofsteps that rocked the water. Gaining enough speed to take flight, Nannath leapt, flapping into the air, seeing half the cargo pass through the orifice.
Don't lose this!
The cargo nearly slipped through the orifice, but the griffon flew right into it, smacking into its straps. He held to the latter as the container squeezed into the throat, and quickly, after the opening closed—everything shot forward.
Nannath clenched his stomach holding onto the speeding object, watching the muscles work in harmony in pushing them upward and outward. Salmon blurred around him as the turning in his stomach worsened. Then, in the span of a blink, he was coughed up, a block on a spread of tongue, the back of a mouth presented like a stage.
Chuckling like a saved shipwreck sailor, Nannath clambered on top of the cargo, watching the tongue pushed forward, over the teeth, becoming the bridge that would lead him over those plush lips to the outside world.
The golden lips opened, shining light into the darkness, oxygen wafting inward. Nannath breathed and chanted, a series of yes, yes, yes! The light was blinding, but he didn't care, the cargo sliding over the tip of the tongue.
Nannath shut his eyes as the container dropped and rattled onto the ground. It was a strange flooring. Nothing that he had recognized. Except for the peculiar plastic that foldout tables were made of.
Where the hell am I?
Fear pounded in his chest at the answer.
Around him spanned and spawned a gathering of titans, the seated form of ponies, hazy and sprawling. They were monstrosities in size. An unimaginable scale for his mind to comprehend. Nannath had wound up in the lunch mesh, somehow. But it was never authorized for so many ponies to be gigantic.
The costs of food and space would be insane... u-unless... no, it couldn't be possible...
"I'm glad I could convince command to let me retain a starter's kit." A golden meteorite swooped the cargo from the sky, the curve of a foreleg in the shape of a gigantic serpent. Due to his surprise, the force knocked Nannath from the shipment, and he fell in the air, unnoticed as Spitfire held up the cargo. "Getting stranded for a mission in the middle of nowhere sucks a little less now."
She held up the container for everyone to see while the white griffon fell to the open saucer below. Chips stacked and scattered like golden isles while, to the right, a mighty sandwich spanned with its white, wheat lands.
"If you can swing for it, all of you should ask if they'll let you carry one as well." Spitfire's hoof lowered the display while, far below it, the griffon plummeted into the sandwich. None saw it as all eyes laid on it seconds after. "It's not such a hassle to carry if you shrink it down with you. Depending on the camp, any on-duty unicorn should be able to regrow it. That's your own personal crib no matter where you fully go."
"Fully decked out?" Soaring said from a distance.
"Fully decked out." Spitfire chuckled. "Rainbow did take some notes from me, after all."
Nannath fell through the wheat of the sandwich, crushing through the flimsy layering like it were sand, coming to break through a garden of lettuce. He slowed as the round rings of tomatoes loomed around him. Sauces lathered him during his descent, the lettuce crinkling as he broke through it.
He smashed through their middle, washed in their juices, a seed plopping into his mouth. Finally, his back broke against a dense layering of ham, which was close to a firm waterbed. Nannath laid on his back for a while. Unable to move. Not wanting to do anything as the world seemed against him.
Everything inside the sandwich was dim, though light found its way inside, shining through where it was thinnest. Nannath looked to the sky, the halo of a tomato, the foliage of lettuce, all covered by the ceiling of bread. Where he broke through wasn't even visible. Only the smell of a cold-cut sandwich was prominent at the moment.
She shrunk me.
Nannath knew it pointless to explore these thoughts. But he had no choice but to go through them. To process and deal with his current reality.
She shrunk while you were inside her stomach, and now you're tiny to the world. If anyone but her eats you up—it's game over. None know you're here. You're too little to draw notice from things so big. You'll be stuck like this.
He nearly gave up. Humiliated by first being swallowed, and now, a miniature dressing for another's sandwich—everything within wanted to quit. To have his temporary home gripped by two hooves, and half his surroundings torn away by a full, retreating mouth.
To watch, buried in the other slice, that distant mouth, chewing and moaning, those lips moving. It would tilt back after that, revealing that impressive throat—the bulge carrying what had once been his environment.
Then that mouth would lurch back forward, opening, a hot exhale of sandwich breath over the wheat confines. It would slip forward, the inside of the mouth becoming a new world, one that he would be taken inside.
All would go dark as the crunching of bread and the crushing of lettuce and tomato thundered all about. The wet clicking of a tongue spreading around the indigents would thunder unlike anything else. Nannath would feel like he was cast out to sea, barely riding the tongue and avoiding the chewing teeth.
But none of that would matter on seeing the remains of the sandwich pulled away. Stranded on an uncaring tongue, covered in bits of green and red, dressed in various dressing, the griffon would reach out for the afar harbour—before the lips would close, sealing him in the dark.
Where all the sound doubled in their echos, a force pulling him backward, as the one eating him had no clue that a living creature was inside their mouth. If they knew... would they let them out—or not deal with the hassle, and simply swallow? Would they even care?
It might be game over in the stomach of another... but if you end up inside Spitfire... keeping above her stomach acids when they melt everything... wouldn't you be able to grow back to normal? His eyes blinked as the realization dawned. They would cast that spell, and you would grow along with her. Once she relaxes her throat to swallow the cargo, that's when you'd climb out.
He snickered.
You might be able to pull all of this off without anyone knowing! But only... if you act now!
That didn't count for much as the sandwich shifted against the plate, raising like an elevator, the island floating into the air. Nannath felt his stomach swirl in coming to slide forward across the ham. He feared falling. But, more than that, he feared the lips of the male, sprawling beyond the sides of his eyes.
Nannath couldn't stop himself as he flew through the air, traversing a chasm between sandwich and mouth. He passed between the lips, entering darkness, humidity, and narrowness. Pelting across the tongue, he slid several feet on his side, looking out across the hill of the tongue.
It rose before him as, looking out from the mouth, the spread of the sandwich lowered closer. Nannath had no choice but to pick himself up at that moment, hurtling forward, spreading his wings, taking flight, feeling the massive mass pass overhead.
Nannath flapped over the lip, watching the underside of the sandwich fly into the stallion's chasm. That mouth closed with a roaring crunch across the bread. Bits rained from the sides of the mouth, a wet swishing and mixing of food. A crumb struck Nannath's back, and he cried, turning and clutching it to his stomach, flapping his wings to slow his descent.
He neared the table and, with a squishing of the crumb beneath him, pelted the plastic. Laying on the mush, he made a disgusted sound, feeling the bread smeared across his chest and belly. Shaking his head, he looked into the distance, seeing the elbow of the stallion.
Nannath watched Soaring happily munch away at the treat. The giant snacked on the chips, a constant crunching that zipped across the sky, nearly deafening the shrunken griffon. Seeing those endless lumps travel down his throat, disappearing behind his chest, entrapped at his deepest core.
That'd nearly been me.
It was both fear and lust in the tiny griffon. It would have been humiliating to have been eaten by another male. Easily taken and swallowed, stored in his stomach, unknown for when—or if—he'd ever grow back. Maybe keeping inside his stomach as he whipped out his cock, beating off, or fucking someone else while he was inside.
Knowing that another male trapped him inside like he was nothing but a tiny prisoner... or mere food. Nannath shook the thought from his head, turned on but needing to be turned to something else. Turning around, he saw the massive golden mare, whose span was impossible as all the giants were seated close together.
Is it less humiliating to be eaten by a female? I'm still small. And powerless. Forced into the center of another pony as they house me in their belly. But because it's a girl, it... I dunno. I gotta stop thinking about silly things and focus on getting eaten.
He shook his head as he walked across the table, many great movements of various blurs around him, the swinging of elbows and arms, overhead, all the giants, too focused on each other, unable to catch the griffon ambling across the table.
In her outfit, he looked at Spitfire in that large, slender tummy, which curved in and out, a beautiful display of a mare's frame. Her torso went on for miles. Its width was incredible in still keeping it tender. To know that he was about to be swallowed and tucked behind that landscape amazed him.
Being shrunk really is a trip.
Nannath looked to the sky to see her head looming there. Hefty like a mountain, with a face becoming of a cliff. Nothing of her attractiveness had been lost. There was more to appreciate, in fact. Knowing this massive athlete was about to store him in her body without knowing. It was another turn-on.
Enough eating her up with your eyes... time to let her eat you instead.
It was scary approaching a plastic plate that spanned an island by itself. At the center of a dish, the bottom of the burger loomed. Fries had already found a home in a corner, marked by a pool of ketchup.
Well... here goes nothing!
Nannath flapped his wings and took flight, buzzing twenty feet into the air, coming to see the spread of a patty across the bread. It sizzled, faintly, the brown, tanned land, cooling from the grill. Invisible steam rolled upward.
He dived close to its center and tucked in its wing, landing with the burger with a bounce, the land, despite its firmness, rebounding the underside of his paws. For a second, he worried about looking like a fly. That it would cause him to be swatted if found.
Nannath fell to his fear to cover his ears. Looking behind him, he saw the dressing container pulled to the front of the plate. Something great scraped across the table. Its plastic top was lifted off by a yellow hoof. Then it wrapped around a silver spoon, dipping into a lake of onions, heaving the lot in the air to him.
Nannath swallowed as the spoon floated overhead like an alien spacecraft. It was like a cloud had flown in close, blocking the view of the sky, casting a shadow over the burger. The silver tilted toward him, and in a soft rain, the halos of onions rained.
Nannath was powerless to do anything, turning and running, zig-zagging as the halos struck the meat, a light thud becoming a booming pound. Where was he going to go? No matter what, he was meant as food. It was this titan sitting before him, dressing her meal, that would take him into her mouth, unaware, and send him, with a swallow, into the deepest recess of her being.
Then a soft weight broke across his back, and the griffon bent to its weight, laying forward as the onion fell from him. He lay without breath for a moment. The spoon carried away, dipped somewhere in the distance, then returned.
Nannath was bathed in a constant stream of brown, thin but populated with bits of meat. It drenched his coat, nipping at his skin. He watched the remaining stream pour in circles across the minefield of onions on the meat.
Looking forward revealed the immensity of the mare's chest, which grew more prominent as it drew closer, the vertical wall of fluff spreading within his vision. Spitfire passed over him, casting the landscape of the burger in darkness. When she leaned back, she did so, patting bunches of lettuces across the meat.
Weight and darkness came at once. A forest had been placed, crinkling and wrestling, coming to be flattened by the broadness of a hoof afterward. Seconds passed before everything settled. It was dark, the steam warming the underside of the greens. More things were sprinkled onto the set, though Nannath was too buried to tell.
Only that, when he looked up through the assortment of ingredients, he saw the underside of a patty. It fell from the sky like the moon, a boom that zoomed toward him. It pressed against the landscape, squishing it. Then, the hoof lifted off with a twist, and the burger was complete.
I'm inside a burger that's about to be eaten by Spitfire herself. I'm about to be swallowed into her massive body in the belief that, somehow, I'm going to pull out of her at normal size. Now I just have to force myself to really believe that—or else I'll never make it through this.
Two booms thundered from outside. Left and right, elbows had set down, and after their landing, hooves had grasped the meal. Inside the burger, Nannath was rattled, sliding left and right from the sauce—but keeping inside.
He looked forward, across the differently laid onions and swirls of lettuce to the outside world. It was there he watched the world lower around him. That chest, blurring downward, revealing the throat he'd be going down. The elevator stopped at the mare's muzzle, seeing at her snout.
Oh, crap.
A tongue peeked out from the lips, sliding across them, teasing the prey to its predator. Her burger flew forward as the mouth opened, the mare ready for her meal. It was scary to see from inside her food. Nannath curled into himself, waiting for it to be over.
The burger flew into her mouth, and, with a bite, a quarter of his home had been removed. He lay at the edge of the crater, pulled back with the bitten burger. In the distance, her mouth closed, a piece laid on her tongue. Her cheeks bulged into hills as she chewed.
Nannath's eyes went wide at the sounds, heard due to proximity, of teeth chomping onions to nothing. Lettuce, continuously snapped. Then the bread and the meat, chewed and chewed, developed into nothing more than paste.
The head tilted backward to reveal her throat, which swallowed the load, a cute gulp sounding out. A lump appeared from beneath the soft fur, thinning as it travelled downward. Nannath watched it from a slice in the burger, seeing it go a great distance down the great mare.
Then, with a smack of her lips, the burger flew toward the mouth again, her breath reaching him before her mouth did. Nannath could do nothing as the maw approached, surrounding him, until he was inside of it.
There was a mysterious slice and snap behind him, his piece of the burger, carved from the rest, the lump falling onto her tongue. The rest of the burger floated out from the mouth as the lips closed again, repeating the process.
Then a fatal point in the plan emerged.
You idiot! You have to get to her stomach in one piece—and that means NOT being chewed!
Nannath panicked as he wiggled forward, yelling as the burger shifted to the right, slowly being mauled by teeth. He peeked out from the front of the burger to see the rows of chompers, destroying whatever was slowly being slid into it.
Nannath wiggled and struggled, turning onto his back, using all four limbs to lift an onion that had been draped over him. With it gone, he crawled forward as crumbs shot toward him. He limply fell forward, out of the burger, as the last of it was pushed into the gnawing teeth.
Landing on the thick tongue, a light layer of spit splashed, and he looked to his right, covered in the sprinkling crumbs shot from the teeth. He saw a clump of mesh with bits of everything in the mountain. Before he knew it, the mass was slid toward him. It smacked into him, taking him inside.
Nannath wiggled in the mush, which was solid and thick, wetly connected. He tunnelled through, forced to claw out, plopping his head out like he'd been trapped inside a snow mountain. He looked out to see the light and air flooding back in. Over the teeth, the lips had separated, revealing the remaining burger floating inward.
Shit.
The teeth chomped it at once, the spew of mush, raining onto Nannath, who wiggled upward, knowing that, if trapped at the base of the growing mush, the pressure would become unbearable and unbreakable. He had to reach as close to the top as possible.
When he did reach the top, however, the floating burger pulled into the light, and the lips closed, ensnaring him in darkness once more. Then the mush slid across the tongue, inching backward like it was a ride. Nannath's heart trembled in knowing what came next.
Breathing flooded through the scene.
Air rising from the throat behind, spreading inside the maw, the sound of a girl's breathing, the loudest sound ever heard. Nannath wondered what was going to happen next. Preparing himself to listen to a swallow that would take him to the depths of an abyss.
What came next, however, was a surprise.
Something came at the lips. Nothing to force them to open, but rather, a straw had wiggled between the things of softness. It was a straw for Spitfire's drink. Nannath stared at it like an oil pipeline directed solely at him.
And his estimation wasn't half wrong.
Air sucked inside the maw as a tightness formed all around. Bits of mush were taken from the pule, swallowed with a gulp that echoed off the walls. A stream of brown pulled from the straw, like water breaking through a dam, flooding the maw in seconds in swiping streams. It filled the place and carried backward, removing clumps from the mountain of mesh, thinning it as it all moved into the swallowing throat.
Crap oh crap!
Nannath tried to wiggle out from his hole in the mountain, but failed to do so in time, struck by the pop. It tore through him, with each and every gulp behind, wedging him out from his prison. Within seconds, he was pulled free and, caught in the stream, carried to the back of the throat.
Which swallowed without hesitation.
Nannath was taken into the darkness, swirled and splashed around, bouncing off the walls. He felt like he had been flushed in a way, pawing inside of the pop, able, only, to endure. A large valve opened in the distance and, passing through it, felt and heard the soda pour like it was a waterfall.
It was over in moments.
The griffon struck the flooring of the stomach, feeling like he was back home, its pink squishiness a delight. The whole cave growled and vibrated at his arrival in this place miles deep inside a living, talking mare.
The pop poured and spread across the flooring, washing against the griffon, like water rising on a beach. Seconds passed before the current slowed. Around him, the stomach closed, sensing food to digest this time.
But the sounds and sensation didn't end upon his arrival, this time.
Though he was at the center of the mare, taking his breath in his defeat, if he listened closely, he could hear the echoes of munching coming from her throat. It was a strange effect. Like being on the ground floor of an apartment, but hearing the stomping on the highest floor.
Is she... snacking on chips?
Nannath heard the crunches of teeth chewing chips, the sounds, thinning and echoing down the throat, reverberating inside the stomach itself. Within seconds, another gulp boomed, the sound of something passing through. The entrance to the stomach opened to the flying bits of chewed chips.
Nannath stood and approached the piles of food. She was still eating. Of course, she would be. She hadn't known she'd eaten another, living being. It would finish her plate before getting back to work. Which meant drowning the poor boy in more food and drink.
By the time the mare was done, though, she had rosed, the jostling shaking the interior confines. Nannath's center of gravity was knocked around, and so was he, dancing about. Outside, the mare returned to four hooves, falling forward. Everything in the stomach had been vertical but, like her, fell forward and became horizontal.
Nannath struggled this time to keep himself in check. Because the mare had eaten, when she walked, there was more sway to her soft belly. Behind all the fluff, skin, and blurb, inside that tight little stomach, the griffon was sloshed around, battered into the mesh of burger, crashing into bits of chips.
And he would be forced to keep with the food in the unaware mare's stomach until she grew back in size.
"Thank Celestia it's the weekend."
Her voice reverberated in the stomach.
And Nannath cried.