Rarity Takes Manehattan: Part 2

Puri blinked.  Why was it so bright?  She half expected to see the pearly gates as she let out a raspy moan.  There was a sudden pain in her chest as the mare began to take deeper breaths, blood pounding in her ears.  The last time she felt this terrible was her first New Year's party in Manehattan.  Puri's mind was a complete blank, where was she?  Did she sleep through her alarm again?  The pink tinged mare tried to roll onto her side, the hard surface dug into her elbow and side as she groaned.  The hopes and dreams that she was in her bed after a wild night of celebrations were dashed, everything after leaving the fashion show was a complete blur.

 

Her body was overtaken by a series of coughs, curling up and shutting her eyes tight as she tried to regain her composure.  One hoof at a time, that's what mother always said, that old hag.  Puri placed a shaky hoof against the cold hard ground, followed by another as she got on all fours, shielding her eyes from the bright skyline.  A passing cloud offered her relief as the sun was blotted out, her vision clearing slowly.  The mare's heart nearly stopped, where once was a brilliant bright skyline was now a stark wall of grey.  She froze, memories began to leak back into her mind as the wall seemed to shift and move. Oh no...no no no no no no no.  Puri turned and lurched onto her side, still recovering from the last encounter, the mare scrambling on the ground  trying to escape the sight.  The hard ground beneath her hooves soon left her as the front portion of her body hung over the side of a ten story building.  She flailed uselessly as her body began to plummet, a scream finally escaping her stressed throat as she fell to meet a most certain fate.

 

The mare fell for what seemed like an eternity, landing on something soft and fuzzy only a few meters below from where she stumbled.  The grey platform lifted like an express elevator, bringing her high into the air above the ten story building and infront of a gigantic face.  Rarity grinned at the tiny Puri on her hoof, the gigantic eyes seeming to bore deep within her.

 

“Well well well, it seems you finally awoke.  I was worried I'd really hurt you there.” Rarity cooed, bringing Puri close to her muzzle, “It would be a real shame if I couldn't enjoy you a little bit longer,” the deafening voice continued,  “It was wrong of me to act so un-lady like, you of all ponies showed me first hoof what Manehattan was really like, filled with selfish go getters that stepped on anypony's hoof to get even a scrap of hay.”

 

Rarity's eyelids lowered as a large grin spread along her muzzle, “Speaking of hay, since you know so much about Manehattan, I'm sure you know where to find some quality food,” the mare exaggerated her mouth movements as she talked, showing off the white teeth the size of taxi cabs, I'm simply famished, and would like nothing more than a little...nibble...” she cooed.

 

The hoof holding Puri up began rise up and tilt, Rarity's mouth widening wide as the miniscule pony was berated by a wave of humid breath.  The sunlight gleamed on the saliva coated teeth, the tiny Puri being nothing but a cereal grain for the monstrous mare.  Her gaze was drawn towards the monster within the maw, the large tongue seeming to have a life of it's own as it twitched and moved from the slightest breeze.  The detail at this size was frightening, each dimple and bump on the fleshy appendage shined with saliva, the tongue itself nearly basking in the viscous fluid.  Puri soon snapped out of the horrified daze as she felt herself plummet downward, the street down below was almost inviting before the tongue lazily sloshed forward.  She bumped against the squishy surface, sending shivers down the mare's spine as the bumpy soft flesh rubbed against her hooves and rear.  The mare pressed her soles into the yielding flesh, trying to gain some kind of footing on the living thing beneath her.  

 

Puri let out a squeel of terror as she fell forward as the tongue retracted back into the glistening maw, the sunlight barely peeking into the fleshy cavern.  Ropes of saliva dripped from the roof of the mouth and pooled around her, fur slick with the warm liquid.  The ground beneath her undulated as Rarity's swallow reflex took over, the side of her mouth seeming to contract inward, tongue tightening as she gulped down the excess saliva that pooled at the base.  The mare gasped and sputtered as she hugged against the clingy flesh beneath her, sliding down the bumpy surface towards the back of the throat.  The massive uvula was only noticable in the near dark from the sheen coming from it's pink surface, swaying as the giant pony swallowed.  It was over before it began, the involuntary small swallow of Rarity seeming like a death wish for Puri.  She was halfway down the tongue now, deeper in the abyss.  

 

Was it finally over?  Did the giant mare finally get her kicks?  The ground rippled and rose fast as her body was plastered to the slippery muscle.  She groaned with a mixture of discomfort and guilty pleasure as the tongue pressed Puri against the roof of Rarity's mouth.  The hard slick surface of the roof contrasted greatly with the soft yielding waterbed beneath her.  The bumpy flesh pressed against her hard, seeming to form between every crack on her body like a foam mattress as the giant began to suck greedily on the tiny morsel.  Puri blushed hotly as the squishy flesh rubbed into her rear and front, unable to keep herself from grinding against it as the heat and pressure increased to dangerous levels.  Her ears popped as the mare sucked on the pony, thin streams of saliva jetting against her rear and sides as the pressure went on.  A loud rumble filled her dark world followed by a violent vibration as Rarity let out a satisfied muffled moan, her tongue picking up the delightful flavor of the excited and terrified Puri.  The vibrations of the soft tongue encasing her was too much for the mare, her legs clenching against the muscle as she spasmed, shivers running along her legs and spine as Puri's own liquid mixed with the saliva.  

 

She felt dirty and used, just the simplest of acts bringing her base desires out, and completely helpless to something as harmless as a tongue.  The pony let out short raspy breaths as the air within became unbreathable, the unrelenting pressure almost too much for the exhausted pony.  Her prayers were soon answered as the ground beneath her lowered, her back peeling off the roof of the mouth like a piece of a tape.  Puri fell back onto the squishy and almost inviting tongue, the world around her in pitch darkness as she got back onto her hooves with shaky legs.  The mare prodded at the squishy muscle, testing it's stability before trotting carefully to the side, trying to find the front of the muzzle.  If she could get to the side away from the tongue, maybe she could slip her way between the lips of the monstrous mare?  Puri bumped her head into something hard and slick, the pony scraping her hooves against the gigantic tooth, trying to scramble over it onto the other side.  The tongue began to rise slightly beneath her, lifting her just enough to send her tumbling forward onto the pitted tooth.  Before Puri could make a jump for it onto the other side the whole world trembled, feeling something hard press against her mane and continue downward.  It was the worst situation possible for the mare as the jaws of the behemoth were closing, the tooth above pressing downward slowly, almost teasingly, the dull ridges pressing against her backside.  Just a small movement and she'd be nothing but a grape beneath a 10 pound hammer, the tooth grinding against her as it lowered.  Puri screamed in fear as the ivory clamped down on her from top and bottom, almost wishing Rarity would end it now instead of this endless torture.  

 

It seemed like hours as the mare lay motionless between the teeth, in fear of a calling forth the wrath of the pearly boulders.  Something dug between her shoulders and head, was this it?  Was it finally ending?  The teeth pressed against her one last time before parting, the huge maw opening wide to let in the dying sunlight and fresh air of the outside.  Puri gasped in the wafting breeze, the air fighting against the currents of the giant unicorn's breathing.  The world around her tilted sideways as she rolled back onto the muscly appendage, laying there shaking as the tongue curled back.  The mare glanced down the gullet of the unicorn as the sunlight gave her the frightful view of the massive throat, the esophagus flexing as the tongue rolled in on itself, sending the pony sliding downward.  Puri scrambled against the tongue, pressing her belly against the bumpy surface as she pawed at it for a hoof hold, peering back with horrified awe at the abyss beneath her.  She was close, too close.  Streams of viscous saliva flowed past her once more, making the tongue and mouth glisten as the uvula danced a taunting jig above her.  Who knew one could meet their end in so many ways in a mouth?  Puri clenched eyes, tears streaming down them as she cursed aloud, her voice echoing in the fleshy cave as she pounded at the tongue, the lazy behemoth doing nothing but letting her slide downward to her fate.

 

The world suddenly shifted around her as the mouth tilted forward, sending the pony tumbling and bouncing off the slick tongue, Puri soon finding herself sprawled on Rarity's hoof.  The grey mare grinned and licked her lips, “My oh my, Manehattan certainly does have some fine cuisine.  There was a nice mixture of flavors.  On one hand you have the back stabbing pizazz, on the other the spicy sultry flavor of a back alley whorse,” she grinned, lowering her hoof and sending Puri sprawling back onto the roof of the ten story building.

 

“You certainly seemed to enjoy my little tease a lot more than I intended, but I suppose one good deed deserves another.  Even the pony of generosity would like something in return, and I don't think you're in any position to refuse that,” Rarity grinned, her eyelids lowering into a flutter before turning her massive form around, the ground shaking beneath the tiny pony.

 

Puri lay on her back nursing her broken mind.  What did the giant mare intend to do now?  The pony opened her mouth agape as it dawned on her what Rarity intended to do.  She was once more filled with terror as the sky was once more filled with grey, and the three blue diamonds of Rarity's cutie mark.

 

To be Continued!