Ruby's eyes began flashing back and forth nervously at Aria's arrival. Blake took a moment to register the immense things' movement, seeing himself reflected in the dark ponds that consisted her pupils. He knew he was small, but actually SEEING himself staring back nervously, standing on a petite palm like it was a platform really put it into perspective.
With only a quick jolt below, something totally different replaced his view of her eyes: moist, white teeth arranged into a flawless wall. The sweet, rosy surface of her lips parted back, revealing more of the maw they once hid. The minuscule high-schooler yelped. The only reply was an echo from the chasm of her mouth as it shifted open. It was like watching a deep, dark cave suddenly rise from the Earth, swallowing the light. Speaking of swallowing, her hand began to tilt, and Blake's tiny feet started slipping. "No, no - Ruby, PLEASE, DON'T -!"
CHOMP!
"Hm?" Aria lifted a dainty finger to her own lips, curious. "What was that sound?"
Hastily, Ruby's head turned back, blonde hair flopping with the sudden movement. "Mmfng!"
The brunette looked carefully at her friend's nervous smile. If she didn't know better, she could swear she saw something moving there; an unfamiliar pushing and wiggling motion on the sides of the cheerleader's cheeks. "Are you sure everything's okay? I don't mean to pry, but..."
"Nmmp! Nh-hm!" Ruby shook her head quickly, closing her eyes in repressed embarrassment.
Inside her shut mouth, Blake couldn't predict the sudden movement. It tossed him back and forth between either side of her mouth. He crashed arm-first into her left molar; then hurdled towards her tongue, entangling him in a web of sticky saliva. He felt individual taste buds rubbing against his face and neck. He felt a gust of humid air rushing in from her gut waaay below - and quickly encompassing the entire wet, pinkish room. As she tried to speak, the mighty muscle under Blake's body twisted and squirmed; he tried to push back against it, but only found his shrunken frame pressed to the roof of her mouth.
He pounded on her teeth, tried pressing against the uneven ceiling or the rapidly-moving floor, shouting out to Aria; but it was no use. Without even putting any effort in, this girl had pinned him helplessly inside her. To think, this was the same tongue that she'd used to chat with him the other day - the same one that held the bit of chewed-up gum on it that the teacher asked her to spit out. Now, he was in the same position as the gum. Her nervous breaths made him rock back and forth, giving the situation a deeply uncomfortable sense of intimacy. Wherever he looked, there was only an unyielding barrier of mighty teeth or a moving valley of reddish skin and muscle.
Only pearls and ruby. Everywhere he looked, Ruby. And behind, a slowly-moving, endless chasm of Ruby below...
"Well, if you say so." Aria's head tilted to the side, forming a sympathetic smile. She blinked, and leaned in, her soft voice ringing out again: "You're so modest, I feel like you're keeping something trapped inside of you sometimes." The yellow-clad girl softly touched her friend's cheek, trying to calm her jittery motions. "If you ever need to, it's safe to let anything out to me."
Ruby nodded enthusiastically, trying her best to chase Aria away without being rude - or looking like she DID have anything to hide. The latter effort was hard, as she faced the continual squirms within...
Blake heard it. He heard the golden voice ringing outside, reminding him of a world beyond the pinkish cavern - which bobbed up and down as she nodded. His body crashed from surface to saliva-coated surface, his clothes starting to feel more liquid than solid. After hitting her immense tongue at an odd angle, he was at the side of her mouth. There, for just one second, he could feel it: Aria's hand. Even at its unspeakably immense size, and even with him still blocked from the outside world, he KNEW it was her. The touch was gentle, controlled; more careful than any fingers that size had any right to be. He reached his own shrunken arms out and pressed both hands to it. "Aria... Aria...! Aria!"
"Sorry, are you eating something?" The brown-haired girl stepped back, her eyebrows lifting.
Ruby's pupils shrunk to the size Blake's were. Her face turned uniform white, sweat drops leaking down from it. With only an instant to think, and the wiggling in her mouth preventing her from letting a word out, she hastily, almost subconsciously, tilted her tongue back. Her hands fluttered below as she gulped long and hard, eyes shut. Finally, she opened up: "Nope! Nothing in my mouth!"
Aria sighed quietly, stepping away. "Forgive me for interrupting your snack. Have a good day!"
"You, too!" She said, waving happily. When the other girl was out of sight, she started whispering: "That was close, wasn't it, Blake?" She chuckled quietly. "Well, don't worry - I'll protect you as long as you need! Now can you tell me why you're tiny?" She waited a few seconds for a response, before her actions' full weight fell directly on her cranium. "Urgh, stupid, stupid - Blake? Can you hear me? Do you copy? Blake? Blake? Blaaaake!..."
Every single word shook the shrunken young man - her last one the worst, by far. He groaned, scared to shout back - and risk her answering. The cheerleader's tongue had pushed him back, along with the all-powerful swallow; but with the strength gifted by the spirits, he managed to grab a hold of her uvula and stay on.
A drop of her maw's sticky fluids slid on his arm, and down to his neck. He winced, keeping his sights on the rows of powerful teeth in the distance. It slowly, almost painfully, slid down his back, falling off his feet - and it took a few horrifying seconds before he could hear it drip below. That sound was soon joined by growling from her stomach, the droplet's final destination - and Blake's, too, if he had to keep this up much longer. Raw power was one thing; but holding a wet, rapidly-moving internal organ while trying not to slip off was another thing entirely.
Finally, he screamed: "RUBY! Don't talk, I'm right above your throat!" He felt the winds of an excited gasp rush around him, blowing his shirt; followed by the breeze of a relieved sigh. Using the momentum from that, he began swinging back and forth on the uvula, like it was a vine. The motion around told him the young woman was trying to suppress her reflex to swallow - attempting to cough him out, instead. With that extra boost, he let go of her uvula...
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