>You sway uncomfortably in the ribbed flesh that cradled your body.
>Idle conversations of the ponies chirp quietly around you as the orchestra of Lyra's body plays around you.
>Her lower tract seemed especially active with your presence inside.
>While the womb was cramped, it did not throw you about at random.
>The colon and large intestines fought over your body as Lyra clenched to keep your body deep inside her.
>You slip back and forth the crooked tunnels, unable to find a comfy corner to stay in.
>The slimy lining of her intestines, along with the pulsing walls made your journey a bumpy one with each movement of your pony partner.
>Lyra's uneasy voice as she spoke to her friends reflected her discomfort as well.
>Sitting down to breakfast was a chore for her.
>You feel her body lean slightly to silently pass a bit of gas from your space.
>Having a living, breathing creature inside your rear proved to be quite embarrassing for your friend.
>Every few leans of relief were audible to the ear, provoking a snarky response from the ponies around her.
>Lyra blames it on her unstable diet, but no other pony seems to have as much problems.
>In fact, they only have positive things to say about devouring your kind.
>Aches, pains and other discomforts upon arriving in your world seemed to be plentiful, until they snack on your race.
>The polluted air that circled your industrious city and jagged concrete beneath their hooves was a burden on most ponies.
>Swallowing a human seemed to have toughened their bodies, immune to the environment that once was hostile to them.
>Rumors of the overpopulation of your people didn't help curb the temptation any.
>Though, some ponies did talk of keeping some humans as pets.
>Not that they would last very long, most ponies seemed very impulsive in their decisions from Lyra's conversations.
>But, at least the thought was there.
>Hearing the groaning of Lyra's stomach over a full meal, you hear her excuse herself from her friends.
>You bounce violently as you hear the gallop of her hooves against the hard floor beneath her.
>Her belly groans noisily as the mushy slop that she ingested sloshed around in her.
>With the loud slam of a door outside, Lyra's lungs heave as she lets out a long sigh of relief.
>To your surprise, a bright light shines in your eyes as you feel the unicorn's body compress on your own to expel you.
>She lets out a loud, husky moan as you lurch forward with a wet squish, muscles contracting around you from every angle on your body.
>Her anus hurriedly dilates, revealing the blindingly white tub below you.
>Forced out of her body, you slither quickly outside to the cold world around you, you arms breaking your fall from the oily insides.
>As you rest from the sudden eviction from your home, you stare at the gaping hole that once held you inside your minty friend.
>It almost appears to pant in time with Lyra, as she lets loose any leftover pockets of air inside her.
>The reddened rim of her anus slowly shrinks as her breaths slow.
>Taking a single gulp of calming air, Lyra turns to face you.
>”Okay, that hole is off-limits for now.”
>Her clear voice, no longer filtered through her thick flesh shook you awake as you find your voice.
“Yeah... that was no vacation for me either.”
>The plump pony huffs as her lips pout out from her mouth.
>”They have me on point for the reconstruction of your world, so I can't have you causing too much trouble for me, alright?”
>You arch an eyebrow at this.
“O...kay?  What do you mean 'reconstruction?'”
>Letting out a heavy sigh, her eyes quickly dart over to the shower head and back to you.
>Taking the hint, you start up the shower as she briefs you about the situation.
>”Well, in short, we're here to inhabit your world.  We wanted to live alongside you guys at first, but things got out of hand, as you can say.”
>Rinsing the clear ooze from your body, you ensure your body is clean for whatever your next trip may be.
>”Not much else to say after that, since we're just living by the moment, but we'll be making your world much like our world back in Equestria, whether you like it or not.”
>You chuckle at her words, offering her a smile as her face softens back to the unicorn you first met.
“Can't really say I like it or not if I haven't seen your world, but can't be all that bad as long as there's ponies like you.”
>Shaking the water off your dominant hand, you give Lyra a scratch behind the closest ear, eliciting a coo of approval.
>”Well... we'll see.  Today, they want to lay out the ground work for magic in your world.  As a unicorn, they'll be working me to the bone, so I'll need to keep you very close today.
>Rubbing a hoof across her rounded stomach, it slowly trails down to her nethers, giving you a sultry look with a suggestive arch of her eyebrows.  
>”Very. Close.”
>You shut off the water as you roll your eyes, knowing that your choices were limited.
“Well...”
>Mustering up the courage for your protector, you lock eyes with her.
“I'm here for you.”
>She throatily giggles as she presents her plump rear to you.
>Her legs spread apart as her puffy vulva comes into view between her sizable cheeks.
>A thin stream of anticipation leaks down her leg as the fleshy home before you yawns open.
“Always ready for more, aren't you?”
>She stifles her laugh, not wanting to break the fog of pleasure in her mind.
>”Just get in you rascal.”
>Not wanting to leave your hostess waiting, you gently slip your arms into the drooling crevice.
>Much more welcoming than a toothy maw or the pulsing intestines, the same but different orifice greeted you warmly, clamping down on your exposed limbs.
>Lyra shudders, feeling your arms pinned between her slick flesh.
>It gently tugs you in, your vision slowly consumed by the body's darkness.
>The dark velvet walls oozes its musky liquid as it draws you in.
>After the chaos of the intestines, the endearing squeeze of her love tunnel was much more welcoming.
>You feel her legs shiver as more of your body is consumed by her needy slit.
>Your hands reach the entrance to her womb, as it hesitatingly eases open for your arrival.
>The pooled liquid within the birthing cavity spill forth as it lubricates your body for an easier entry.
>Its warmth washes over you, the stringy fluid caressing your vulnerable skin.
>Her excited heartbeat pounds around you as your torso slides into her cervix, the lips of her groin playing with the bottom of your feet.
>A smaller gush of soupy secretions pass over your form, as all light fades away.
>You feel Lyra's body tip forward, coaxing the rest of your small frame into her uterus.  
>Instinctively curling up, you hear a sigh of relief echo around you as you settle into the cramped space.
>”Can't risk you falling out, so keep your head inside, okay?”
>You raise your voice to confirm as the preserving fluid slowly pools around you.
“If you say so!”
>She gives her hips a little jiggle, jostling your claustrophobic world.
>”Remember, today will be hard on me, so don't expect to come out any time soon.”
>Silently nodding to her, you hear her trot on her merry way as you swing in rhythm with her steps.
>The distant clamoring of cheery voices signify her arrival to her tasks.
>As you try to settle into the pit of her womb, Lyra's duty kept you from zoning out into a peaceful sleep.
>Her body twists and turns as she attends to her friends in need.
>The distinct crash of metal against concrete pierce your confines as the construction of the new world unravels as you listen from the padded belly of your unicorn ally.
>From eager chirps to strained rasps, you hear your friend slowly wear herself out as the ponies' plan slowly consume your world.
>You hear her lungs wheeze as she catches up to the groups of ponies, in need of her expertise and ability in this world.
>The hours ticked by slowly as you flipped and spun about inside her unsuspecting paunch.
>Just listening to the amount of tasks Lyra was responsible for wore you out, the constant badgering of ponies request her aid.
>The sweltering heat that crept into your core did not help you any.
>As her body worked up a sweat outside, her insides proved to be a living oven.
>Your small chamber slowly filled with thick fluid with every passing second.
>It almost felt as if the juices surrounding you boiled, the sticky heat nearly unbearable.  
>She clenched down hard on you the more stressed she became.
>The low hum of her horn, channeling magic did not relieve her any either.
>Almost like a friendly desperately gripping your hand for strength, her abdominal strength closed around your body for encouragement.
>Though you wiggled instinctively against the crushing power of her body, each live movement seemed to empower Lyra with a little strength to go on.
>That did not seem to last long, unfortuantely.
>You feel her legs shake beneath her, the need to help her community strong in her heart, but her body refused to continue on.
>In the single moment, you feel her abruptly drop onto the floor as the sounds of panicked ponies surround her.
>Lyra weakly assures the crowd that she'll be fine, but you feel her body weightlessly float as they walk her back to the camp.
>The sounds of comforting equines do their best to soothe your friend as you sat inside her.
>As you feel her body settle onto something soft, the chatter of her allies grow distant as they leave Lyra to rest.
>A hoof strokes you from above as Lyra's breaths were long.
>She gives a plaintive whine, her voice lost to the spike in work assigned to her.
>The scorching broth that filled your chamber showed no signs of leaving as you kept your head above the mixture.
>While still your only source of sustenance, it did not appear to be breathable.
>Each little twitch of your body only made your keeper squeak desperately.
>She gives an occasional gasp as your elbows dug into her pliable body, or your feet pressed gently against her soft flesh.
>”Ah...”
>Though you wanted to assure her that you were okay, the oppressive heat of your environment muted any attempt of speech from you.
>While escape from your soft prison appealed to you, keeping your head above the concentrated fluid took all willpower from you.
>Sitting in a seething soup for hours on end with no visual stimulation fried your brain.
>The two of you only sat in silence as your minds were starved for relief.
>With the lengthy silence between you two growing longer, the distant opening of a door breaks the ice.
>”B-B-Bonnie?”
>”Hey Lyra, how's my favorite unicorn doing?”
>You feel Lyra's attempt to rise from her position, only to fall back down.
>”Don't get up on my account, I'm just here to see how you were doing.”
>The trot of hooves grow louder as the second female pony closes in onto your friend.
>”Everypony's been telling me how you've been quite the leader for all of them, but that you might've been working yourself too hard.  So, I decided to stop by.  The house has been lonely without your painfully cheery demeanor.”
>Lyra's voice cracks in glee as you feel a foreign hoof stroke your body from above.
>A surprised gasp from the other mare barely holds your attention as your mind drifts into nothingness.
>The stifling heat sapping your will.
>”You're so swollen down there!  Looks like my favorite housemate needs a favor...”
>Lyra mumbles worriedly as her body suddenly freezes, the wet lapping of needy flesh playing behind you.
>”Just relax Lyra, you need this, don't you?”
>An incoherent shudder vibrates around you as the fluid around you slowly seeps out.
>Gasps of need pulse around you, the live walls overpowering on your limp body.
>Gulps of the escaping juices reach your ears to no effect.
>As the overpowering muscles of the mare continues to knead away at you, the want for escape has been throttled from your very being.
>Lyra's breaths intensify, her hips slowly thrusting into the open maw of her friend.
>The chaos of the sloppy slurping merely inches away from your body grow stronger as you feel the mint unicorn squeal in worn delight.
>The uterus ejects you from within, joining the heavy stream that sped towards the other gaping darkness.
>Your exhausted body rides the torrent of juices as you skin barely grazes by the row of teeth of the unknown pony.
>Her sickly gulps echo all around you, taking in the sizable load provided by the unicorn.
>The throat continues to soften your already weak body, lowering you into the foreign pit below.
>Your body enters the stomach with a splash, the overwhelming amount of juices from Lyra softening your landing.
>”Were you holding that in all day?  No wonder you were so out of it.”
>The soothing mare's voices vibrated around you, as you hear your unicorn friend babble desperately.
>You feel hooves prod at you from outside, barely able to touch you.
>”Shh... I know you want to help everypony, but right now you need your rest.  Don't worry...”
>Lyra sniffles loudly as her prods at her friend's middle grow weaker.
>”I'm here for you.”
>Unable to fight, the two of you retire to your respective places.
>Settling in the gut of her close friend, Lyra uneasily falls asleep in the loving hug of her housemate.
>Though you feel the stomach churn eagerly against your body, it was much more peaceful than the chaos of earlier.
>With a heavy heart, you close your eyes to the darkness around you.
>You accept your fate, as the last sensation you felt before drifting off to sleep is the tingle of your skin.