Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I sigh for what must be the millionth time tonight, and take another bite out of the chunk of bread I was eating. Three hours. Three hours since that accident with the talisman, and I still hadn't found a unicorn capable of fixing me. Or anyone, really. They could hardly hear me, what with being a grand total of four inches tall. Didn't help that my gray coat blended in with ever ysurface on the Stable. So here I was, in the mess hall, waiting for morning, when somepony would find me. Another bite out of the bread, and a thought comes to mind. At least I could satisfy my hunger with a few crumbs.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): (Hm.)
 
BeSharp: A few of your fellow Stable residents still move around despite the lateness of the hour, none of them even having the idea that a young and tiny unicorn might be sitting along one of the walls lining the mess hall. Ever since the incident with the talisman, things have been strange: you've practically gone on a journey through the Stable, exploring and wandering, taking in a world beyond any size you've ever experienced. And with not a single pony noticing you. (You went out of your way more than once to hide, for the sake of safety.)
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): A whole night, stuck like this, and I sure wasn't getting to bed anytime soon. Felt more energetic than I had ever been. What to do, what to do... another thought springs to mind, unbidden but not unwelcome. I was small, able to sneak easily, and just the hall from the cafeteria was Velvet Remedy's room... and oh, what I wouldn't give to be in a room with her for more than ten seconds... I leap down from the counter I'm atop of, my diminutive size making the fall negligible, and begin trotting my merry way to her room.
 
BeSharp: You find it surprisingly easy to navigate the darkened hallways of the Stable, and soon reach the door to Velvet's room. Now you come across your only challenge between you and that beautiful charcoal angel: the colossal metal door that you certainly are not going to be able to open
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I curse, scowling, but my ears immediately perk up at the sound of hooves trotting down the hall. I swivel my head, and see a very welcome sight indeed; a familar charcoal mare making her way down the hall. I press my body against the wall, looking like a slightly miscolored splotch, and wait for her to open the door to her own. She does so and enters, and I follow suit, darting inside before the door closes behind me with a metal clank.
 
BeSharp: Velvet yawns quietly once inside, slipping out of her Stable barding and laying down in bed without a second though, shutting off the lights and plunging her room into darkness as you hide next to the door. Despite how dark it is, you can still see her decently well as she closes her eyes and breaths softly, humming to herself as she tries to fall asleep.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I watch her chest rise and fall with every breath, and a third thought, more mischievous than the last, comes to mind. Why not jump in the bed with her? I trot the just below the bed, snag a corner of blanket trailing off the bed in my hooves, and slowly pull my way up their.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): *there
 
BeSharp: Velvet seems to be asleep by the time you've scaled to the top of the bed, you standing at the foot of the bed with plenty of mare covered in blanket laying out in front of you.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I slowly tiptoe my way to the head of the bed, careful not to wake her, and sit a moment by her head, watching her breathe, enjoying the feel of hot air blowing from her nostrils. I giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, and worm my way under the blanket by her neck, crawling down the bed, curling up right against her belly. Long as I ddin't fall asleep, no harm done.
 
BeSharp: Her belly rises and falls gently as you rest against it, you able to feel her soft and warm fur covering her smooth skin underneath; the feeling, and the sense you get of Velvet being so peaceful, fills you with all the warmth and comfort you could ever hope for.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I snuggle up closer to it, and then decide to just climb atop it. For a unicorn with her figure, it was surprisingly soft, and each little fall of my hoove sunk into into her pudge. I lay right atop her belly button, the covers pressing down on my back comfortable, and despite my efforts not to, my eyes slowly draw close.
 
BeSharp: You sleep more comfortable than you have in a long while, pressed against heavenly pudge and belly button. However, at some point in the night, you are suddenly jerked from your sleep by the feeling of cold air striking you where the was a cover, followed by your whole world being coated in a shining, golden, sparkling light as you're lifted off of Velvet by her magic. She sits up and brings you up in front of her face, floating you there in her magical grasp and looking you over, any semblance of
tiredness going away and being replaced by a baffled look.
 
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I squirm and struggle, making squeaks that barely qualify as equine, before falling deathly still, hovering in the aura of magic you have around me. I swallow once, twice, and then speak. "Uh... h-hey, Velvet..."
 
BeSharp: Velvet just blinks while examining you closely. "...Are you... somepony who lives in this Stable, dear? I believe an explanation of what's going on is not out of order."
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): "Ah... well... uh... myname'sLittlepip!" I grin wide as can be for a few moments, and then sigh. "Okay... I was mucking about with some talismans, and got all tiny, well, tinier than usual, and I thought that your room would be an alright place to stay for the night andohpleasedon'thateme!"
 
BeSharp: The giant mare smiles just a bit at how abashed you're behaving. "So then your thoughts went from my room, to my bed, to me?" You don't sense any sort of interrogating tone in her voice. Almost... playful, really.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I'm sincerely hoping I'm too small for you to see the red hue on my cheeks. "Well... ahhh... yes? The bed looked inviting and then I was up there and you looked inviting and aaagh!" I throw my hooves over my face, trying to hide.
 
BeSharp: Velvet giggles softly before holding out her hoof and setting you down on top of it, the underside feeling soft and comfortable against your own tiny hooves. "Quite frankly, this is a bit too bizarre for me to be angry at. Would you like me to bring you down to maintenance tomorrow morning so that you can attempt to reverse what happened?"
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): Despite my situation, I can't help but furtively huddle closer to the underside of your hoof, enjoying the warmth it provides. "Yeah... yeah, that'd be nice... can I just sit in here until morning, then?"
 
BeSharp: Velvet smiles at you, bringing up her other hoof and using the underside of it to very gently rub you. "Of course, Littlepip. I wouldn't dare deny a little pony in need." She lays down again, and very softly sets you down next to her head, so that you're laying on the pillow. "Is this a good position?"
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): "Well... uhm..." I scoot over a bit, so that, I'm shrouded in your mane, amd smile cheekily, immensely glad you can't see me. "How about here?..."
 
BeSharp: The giant mare just giggles a bit. "That's just fine." She carefully brings the covers up, enough to cover most of your body while keeping her nice and covered as well. "To believe that I'm sharing my bed with such a tiny mare."
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): Maybe you'd let me share a bed with you when I was my regular size? I shelve that thought, and wrap myself in a few locks of your mane. I quietly whisper to myself, under my breath, "Ooohhh Celestia thank you..."
 
BeSharp: Velvet relaxes, you able to feel her breath blowing past you with each exhale as she slowly drifts back towards sleep. You, though, can't help but just admire every part of her that you can see; it's like being tiny makes it even easier to appreciate how beautiful Velvet is.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): (What to do, what to do...)
 
BeSharp: (Who knows. Explore more, climb into one of her faceholes, just about anything can happen)
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): (No crotch stuff, right?)
 
BeSharp: (I'd rather we not.)
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): (Was just planning on her nosing about down there, nothing incredibly explicit.)
 
BeSharp: (Well, I guess that'd be fine, but I'd rather not do anything with it.)
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): (Awright, shan't happen.)
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): Well I was still too damned frisky to sleep. I get up, pace for exactly 72 seconds atop my pillow, before a crooked smile splits my face. I was alone, in a bed, with Velvet Remedy. And she was asleep. First thing I do is worm my way under the covers, torwards her belly, and proceed to grab ahold of it in my forehooves and smoosh it in every direction I can.
 
BeSharp: Her warm, slight pudge moves around with your hooves, feeling incredible as you rub and move it around. And,
incredibly, Velvet doesn't wake up as you play with her huge belly
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I press my face into her marshmallow soft belly button, practically suffocating myself in chub, and wiggle my way into there until only half my body is hanging out. It's a tight squeeze, but it feels like I'm being hugged on all sides by hot, almost sweaty chub.
 
BeSharp: The belly button feels incredible pressing against your body, it feeling possibly more comfortable than just lying on top of Velvet's belly. Interestingly, you find that each inhale and exhale of Velvet's huge gut causes you to sink even deeper into her belly button, stretching it bit by bit until your whole body is curled up inside of it!
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I try and stretch my hooves out some againt the hot wall of belly fat surrounding me, and fine that as squishy as it is, it's like I'm vacuum-wrapped. I can't barely move an inch, but thankfully, I can still breathe. I try to relax and let the sensations take me; the almost tight hold of her belly every time she inhales, the slight rising and falling with every breath she takes, and the sounds of digestion rumbling in the background.
 
BeSharp: You can't help but relax as the belly continues working around you, you feeling just fine and snug inside of your little navel alcove. The sounds in particular, coming from deeper within, are surprisingly relaxing and soothing; just the simple noises of normal processes, amplified and made abundant and clear to your ears.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I feel absolutely dwarfed by her moreso than before, as an exceptionally loud gurgle emanates from deep inside her gut, sounding near deafening to my ears. I can't help but close my eyes; not to sleep, but to take in as much of the moment as possible. I could stay like this a good long while...
 
Armstrong: Minutes pass, maybe an hour, and I still can't fall asleep, tired as I am. I slowly squirm my way out of her belly button, pushing my forelegs outwards, heaving myself out, and pulling out my hindlegs with a grunt and a squishy pop. I make my way back up to the pillow, intending to fall back asleep... but something catches my attention. Her mouth, wide open, and strangely inviting... my curiosity gets the better of me, and I wander in, goose stepping over her teeth and onto the inside of her cheek...
 
BeSharp: Her mouth doesn't give much space inside, but you can at least crouch down; it's wonderfully warm and squishy inside, with a certain appealing dampness to it. Her tongue is flopped over lazily onto the same cheek you're standing on, your hooves just a twitch away from rubbing it.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I give her tongue a hesitant poke, and then rub it some, just for the novelty of it. The air could certainly smell fresher than it is, but it was better than I'd expect for a pony's mouth. I wander a bit closer to the back of her mouth, surrounded on all sides by walls of soft pink, and with a steady breeze flowing across me.
 
BeSharp: The tongue feels warm and surprisingly strong from your rubbing, it twitching around some as you rub and move about. However, the entire mouth shifts around as you feel Velvet turn in her sleep, laying on her back and causing you tumble down into the back of her mouth! Due to you falling down, you cause her to involuntarily swallow, and you're pulled down into her esophagus, slowly traveling downwards while pressed on by the tight, warm tube on all sides!
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I scream as I'm dragged down her gullet by muscle contractions, and throw out my hooves to the sides of the tight, muscular tunnel. I stop myself temporarily, sitting pretty in her esophagus, but she bats an unconscious hoof at her throat, knocking away my weak grip at the slippery walls. My hooves are shoved to my sides at I journey downwards, face first, struggling and yelling with no effect, hardly able to move my body.
 
BeSharp: You end your journey by landing in a neck-deep pool of stomach acid with an unceremonious and small splash, you finding yourself in Velvet's belly now. You can immediately feel a great deal of heat from the acid, which you feel is quickly going to turn painful if you don't find a way out of it. You're also the only sizable object in her stomach right now, meaning that it's probably ravenous for a good thing to digest.
 
Armstrong (Stuffed Ponies): I spend the first few seconds in her gut hyperventilating, the heat around me building up quickly, and I do the first thing that comes to mind. A field of telekinesis emits from my horn, pushing away the acid and holding it at a safe distance. It works for now, but I can quickly feel the strain of magic take it's toll. The once pleasing gurgles of her belly are now absolutely terrifying, a reminder of what will happen when my magic reserves wear out.