I started this story last year, but I kept it away for months because I was busy with my other writings. Admittedly, I am a bit attracted to the dark skinned giantesses and I’m attracted to Zecora when I’m in the mood, so I thought “Why not? I gotta get it outta my system.”

In any case, here is my first short vore story that was previously unfinished until now. I was going to do another MLP vore story, but I figured this story made it this far, I might as well get it done. This is actually the first time I’ve done a vore fiction in first person perspective so let me know what could’ve changed and I’ll take it to consideration.

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RAP! RAP! RAP!

“Miss Zecora? Are you in here?” I asked as I knocked on the shaman’s door with my knuckles. I stood by the door for a few minutes waiting for any sound of response, but the only sound I heard was the bubbling of the liquid inside her big cauldron.

Slowly, I opened the door to a crack and peered inside the hut where Zecora made her home. “Hello? Miss Zecora? I’m here for my potions tutoring,” I called out. “Are you home?”

I went inside the hut, but there was no sign of the shaman anywhere. All I saw was just her hollowed-out home inside the roots of an Everfree Forest tree with shelves of colorful jars containing strange liquids, powders and herbs. The masks from her native land in Zebrafrica gave the place an air of eeriness, since it was like looking at the husks of gigantic zebras painted in red, blue and/or green. From her ceiling, jars hung from by the ropes around their necks, presumably there for show or for extra storage in her hut. All in all, I could not find Zecora.

My reason to find Miss Zecora was simple: In my potions-making class, I was falling behind on my studies because of my klutziness. My teacher, Miss Elixir’s said I was a good kid, but with the many mishaps I've had with potions -spills, slip ups, trouble with the measurements... heck, I even turned my classmate into a horned toad by accident- I was falling behind on my classes. She recommended a fellow potions maker who agreed to tutor me on how to make potions.

That potion maker was Zecora, a once alienated shaman who moved to Ponyville from a tribe of shamans from the more distant lands in Zebrafrica. Apparently, Zecora and Miss Elixir met each other during a potion convention in Canterlot, and after they demonstrated their unique potions, they discussed their own ways of adding in ingredients, the needed temperature, you know, girl stuff. After the convention ended, Zecora and Miss Elixir stayed in touch ever since.

After she recommended this unknown shaman, Miss Elixir sent out a letter to Miss Zecora, and in a few days, she got a response from the shaman, saying she was more than happy to teach me how to concoct potions. She told me that her most distinguishing features was her dark, tattooed skin, her black-and-white striped mohawk, and the habit of speaking our language like a short poem.

I arrived in Ponyville just this morning, and a few of the locals pointed me in the right direction to where Zecora’s hut was located. Now, I’ve heard nasty stories about the Everfree Forest before, how it crawled with the most dangerous animals and plant life known to our kind. I wasn’t worried too much about it, because where Zecora lived, there was barely anything there that presented a danger to me; except for the mischievous blue flower that grew at the edge of the cursed forest.

It was a good thing I had knowledge of the Poison Joke ahead of time. I didn’t want my tongue swollen up with blue spots on my palette or my voice to change into a female opera singer.

I had no trouble finding Zecora’s hut, since the description of the place was a hut built in the roots of a wrangled, dead tree. The only trouble I had was knowing where Zecora was at the time, so I took the time and explored her hut.

I went around the room, looking at the colorful liquids and dried, shredded or fresh herbs inside the glass jars, amazed by how such natural ingredients could make such an effective potion. When at last, I came across a countertop with a little, white stone bowl with a powder pinkish-blue color. I bent down to get a closer look at the powder, a little too close because there was a bit of the same powder on the rim of the bowl, and my inhalation happened to suck the dust into my nostril.

Immediately, my nostrils burned and I had this uncontrollable urge to sneeze. I huffed, I puffed, I twitched and then… “AAAHHHCHOO!”

The next thing I know, my sneeze blew all the dust in the air, turning my field of vision into a cloud of blue smoke. I coughed the dust out of my lungs and waved the powder away, tearing out my eyes of any residue that fell onto the whites. I looked up, and I gasped at what I just saw.

The cauldron I remembered seeing was shorter than when I last saw it! It was at least the size of Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Friendship Castle! I jumped back and screamed, scoot myself back up to where my back touched a gigantic wall. Apparently, the countertop where I was recently nearby had grown along with the cauldron! Not just those two! It looked like everything inside Zecora’s hut grew into a size of gigantic proportions!

It was either that, or that powder had shrunk me to the size of an ant!

My fears came true when I saw a bug as big as a horse-drawn wagon passed by me.

I held both sides of my head, threw my noggin back and screamed, my voice sounding like I was getting high off of helium. This whole situation was starting to scare me. At my size, I was liable to get eaten, squashed or instantly killed by the forces of nature. Drowned by a single drop of water, sinking in a small puddle of mud like quicksand, gobbled up by a bird or regurgitated into her babies’ beaks. The possibilities of death at an inch tall was endless! I was sure, out of all the scenarios I pictured in my panicking head, that only one was going to come true.

Out of nowhere, I could feel a few tremors from a distance away. I felt the balance shift a little bit, so I had to keep silent and still when another I felt tremor grow stronger. For each tremor that occurred, they grew stronger, along with the sudden distinct sound of BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! every single time! The door to the hut creaked open, letting in a gust of wind that almost blew me away, had I not held onto the side of the counter. Once the wind died down, I fell to the ground, then I looked up to see who was at the door.

My breath left me when I saw a towering, dark-skinned giantess standing at the edge of the door, carrying a basket full of Everfree plants. She had this Mohawk that was black-and-white-striped and eyes as green as emeralds. She wore this one article of clothing colored pepper-grey with streaks of white on it, gold rings on her ears, neck and right arm, but nothing covering her barefeet. White paint were clearly seen on her head, shoulders, torso and feet.

I had no idea who this lady was at first, but her accent and mannerism was a dead giveaway to me.

“MY JOURNEY FOR THESE PLANTS HAS GIVEN ME QUITE THE BOOTY. NOW I MUST PREPARE MY HOME SO I MAY PERFORM MY DUTY.”

This had to be Zecora. Miss Elixir said she spoke in our language, but in a rhyme for most of her time. (Hey, that rhymed!)

All joking aside, I ducked behind the corner of the counter and peered as Zecora’s giant form came to the same hiding spot where I hid, her barefeet making a quaking BOOM! with every footfall her light soles made. She put the basket of her plants down on the counter, took them out and began to experiment with the leaves. I didn’t know exactly what it was she was doing, but Zecora seemed to be squeezing out the goop found in the leaves. I watched as she hummed her native chant, her giant feet propped up, toes curling in the most seductive of ways that I’ve ever seen. My heart began to pound like a drum and weigh me down like a dead weight. There was something about Zecora that aroused me, but perhaps it was her voice, her mannerism or the way she played with her feet.

I backed away a little when I heard this ear-shattering chittering-chattering behind me. The sound had completely paralyzed me like a cockatrice’s stare, but my head turned to see a monstrosity standing right behind me, it’s arms raised up in an attack stance, sharp as a thousand blades ready to strike. The monstrosity was a praying mantis, a female, maybe, and looking for its food. If there was any bug I needed to stay away from, it was the hostile female praying mantis, the one that decapitates its mate after the mating ritual.

The praying mantis rose up to attack me, but I ducked out of the way as the bug brought its razor arms down at me. I turned tail and ran across the room to the cauldron, in what seemed like a quarter of a mile at my size. When I made it halfway through, my laces undid themselves slowly, long enough so that my shoe would trip me forward and land me on my belly. I fell on the wooden floor hard, knocking some of the air out of me. I winced and groaned with the pain, but the real danger I faced was the looming figure of the menacing mantis at it reared up its arms to slice me open.

I squeezed my eyes shut, cringed and prepared for the worst.

BOOM! BOOM!

The predatory mantis and I felt the quakes of a giant footfall draw closer, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the light getting dark, eclipsed by Zecora’s incoming foot. I could see the underside of the shaman’s sole, colored the same tone of my skin, decorated with tiny grains of dirt, a few shreds of grass stuck underneath and me, if I didn’t move quick enough. Zecora’s heel touched the ground and her sole began to fall like the speed of an asteroid coming in for impact. I yelped a little and rolled away from the mantis, just inches away from the dark skin of the giantess’s foot as it fell upon on the mantis with a BOOM! and a sickening CRUNCH! to follow. My face was literally an inch away from my nose making contact with the rough texture of Zecora’s dark skin, painted white at her toe area with the image of her native drawing of the sun. Her foot happened to be as big as Ponyville, for Celestia’s sake! Not even Ponyville could stand against this giant foot!

Then, the foot was lifted up by the back of the knees so that the soft but deadly sole was as flat as a bed mattress. The foot was lifted just high enough for its giant owner to see the dead creature on her bright sole from the corner of her eye. “IT WAS NOT YOUR LUCKY DAY, LITTLE BUG, TO BE CRAWLING AROUND UPON MY RUG.”

Zecora reached down and plucked the dead mantis from her foot with her tree-sized fingers and held it close to her face. Her dark lips parted, and to my horror and disgust, she gently placed the crushed bug onto her tongue before it retreated back into her mouth and savored the flavor of bug juice before she crunched it between her jaws. Repetitive crunches and pleasurable moans came from the dark giantess before she tilted her head back and swallowed the remains of the creature, tracing the small bulge with her fingers down from her ring-clad neck and to her collarbone.

The dark skinned giantess moaned again as she licked her chops and rubbed her tummy with her hand. “SWEET AND TANGY, SUCH AN EXCELLENT TASTE. NOW I MUST PREPARE MY HUT AND I MUST DO IT POST HASTE.”

With her footfalls like meteorite impacts, the ground shook under each step Zecora made with her barefeet, and she happened to make her way to another countertop where she cleaned off the powdery mess on top and organized the jars for my arrival. It was a bit ironic, since I was already there and without her noticing that I was standing at her bare feet. Zecora was my only hope of her getting me back to my size and she had an antidote to my current affliction. I ran over to Zecora’s heels, which took me like half a mile at my size to reach her. I looked up to scream up to her…

...oh, dear. From what I’ve seen, I needed to go a little further to Zecora’s toes so I could see her on the outside of the dress, not underneath.

Anyway, I went up to Zecora’s toes in between her feet, and I looked up at the dark titan whose face was obscured by the perfect 90 degree angle and the underside of her chin. Even at this size, Zecora was a beautiful shaman, even the tune from her native tribe’s music is beautiful. My heart began to pound like it was just ready to jump right out of my chest.

I guess this is what having a crush felt like at my age.

No… no, I shouldn’t be using the word “crush” at my diminutive scale. After all, I’m between the big toes of a Zebrafrican medicine woman, and she wouldn’t hesitate to step on me by accident and not feel me, or easily send me down her throat like that mantis. I had to get Zecora’s attention before one or the other could seal my fate. But first, I had to see if she could hear me from all the way to the floor. I inhaled slowly, took my deep breath and bellowed out, “ZECORA!!” as loud as I could.

To my misfortune, it looked like Zecora couldn’t hear me. Her melodious humming was drowning everything else out, like some sort of meditation her people invented. I inhaled one more time and I yelled up to the shaman. “ZECORA!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!? I’M DOWN ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF YOU!! PLEASE, CAN YOU HEAR ME, ZECORA!? I NEED YOUR HELP!! ZECORAAAA!!”

Still nothing. Zecora’s humming really was melodious, but it proved to be the most troubling obstacle to getting her attention, so I had to go with another plan.

I rushed over to Zecora’s toes and latched onto her big toe, feeling it wiggle along with her perfectly pedicured and painted digits. I reached one of my arms up onto the ridges of the toeprint and pushed myself up to climb onto the upper toe ridge, like a pasty white, fleshy ladder. All seemed to be going according to plan when I reached the top of the ridge, where the toenail flashed in my face like a razor blade. The surprise made me jump back a bit, almost making me lose my grip on the toe ridge, but luckily, I held on as tightly as I could. I reached up and grabbed onto the toenail and pulled myself up before using my other hand to climb onto the toenail. Once I dragged myself and my feet away from the edge, I flopped down on my back on the hardened surface of Zecora’s big toe. I gasped, breathed, panted as I knew that my first step towards getting Zecora’s attention was a success.

Since my head was staring straight up towards the blurry figure of the ceiling, my eyes drifted towards Zecora’s head. Ah, her face was starting to come into view, but all I saw was the underside of her nose and her plump lips. From this angle, they both looked good and cute on her. I wished I was big enough to write myself a poem describing the feelings from my pounding heart.

A rising motion had jolted me from my daydreaming as the foot I stowed away on began to elevate upwards and come down at the speed of a demolishing building. It was a good thing that I had Zecora’s big toenail to hold onto, because this thrill ride had no safety restraints for its miniscule passenger. I was literally screaming like a girl the whole time, nearby glass would’ve been broken within a five-foot radius from where I was.

Luckily, the ride lasted a few steps from Zecora’s right foot. She turned around and planted her city-size rump onto her tiger-skin sheet bed, stiffened herself up and stretched herself, bellowing out a great yawn. “THIS EXPEDITION HAS DRAINED ALL MY POWER. I WILL NEED TO TAKE A NAP BEFORE THIS COMING HOUR.”

With another tired feminine roar, Zecora laid on her back, carrying her feet and me up onto her bed. The giant shaman shifted in her position before she exhaled deeply, feeling herself drift away in a deep meditative sleep that probably me knocking on the door would’ve help wake her up. I, meanwhile, kept a grip on Zecora’s toenail, face first in the slab of keratin that was barely visible with her native paint. When Zecora’s foot had settled down into a motionless state, I let myself down from the nail and slid down her big toe until I stopped at the lowest point for traction.

I looked to face the dark-skinned titan, but from what my eyes perceived, this was more than just a giant-sized figure. I saw a goddess, lying down on her bed, legs crossed, one hand placed gracefully on her cloaked belly, the other hand at the edge of her bed with fingers daintily curled, and a small smile on her lips. It was official, I was finally falling head over heels for my would-be mentor.

What? You think just because I had a crush on Zecora meant that it would end badly with teacher-student relations leading up to a court hearing? No, this wasn’t gonna end that way, as you might know.

When I snapped out of my reverie, I decided to go all the way across this living colossus and all the way to the shaman’s ear, so that she could find me and create an antidote that would revert my size back to normal. I knew it was good plan at first, but I calculated the risk of her waking up to seeing me and devouring me like that mantis she crushed. I shook at the very thought of that moment. I didn't want the possibility of her waking up to having a tiny morsel that she could just plop on her tongue and send to her stomach.

Then again, it was better than trying to avoid the fate of a bug forever, so whatever was best, I needed to do it.

So began my journey across the long one-piece dress draped around the giant body of Zecora the Zebrafrican shaman. I took off running across her foot up to her ankle, where the dress met the wrinkle line. Getting on top of the legging was cake, but it was also made on cloth, so my footing kept getting caught and it allowed me to slip. Each time I slipped, I was lucky to have an entire leg to fall onto because if there was any gap between either legs, then I would've ended up falling in a trapeze net with no way to climb out.

Being so careful with my footing with only minimum slip ups, I slowly made it all the way to Zecora's thighs in about a half-hour's time, already making some good progress with my exploration. I stopped to take a short break from my trudging, but I knew I had to make up for time lost with my footing. Celestia knew when Zecora would stir in her sleep or wake up before I reach my destination? Adding the fact that the trek across her legs had worn me out a bit, I probably wouldn’t make it in time for me to finally get help.

After my minute was done, I decided to continue my journey across the gigantic landscape of Zecora’s sleeping body. It was convenient that her dress was held down by her awesome hand because it allowed me to walk across her thighs with relative ease. In a short time, I made it to her belly, a giant mound rising and falling slowly with every breath Zecora took and gave. Her slender fingers placed on her belly were like giant brown tree roots laden with flesh, an obstacle that combined with the movements of her breathing belly, slowed me down somewhat significantly. I climbed over her pinkie finger with ease, but I had to use a lot of my strength to climb up her other smooth fingers. I used her brown-colored nails to anchor myself up and over, which was good when you needed something to climb up something as big as a truck.

Long story short, I managed to climb over her fingers as her hand retreated from her belly to wipe her eyes. With a deep nasally breath, Zecora drifted back into her blissful state of unconsciousness. I cursed myself; I should’ve hitched on those fingers because I would’ve gotten to her ear faster. If that wasn’t enough, I found myself facing two of the biggest blockades in my life. Her breasts, a couple of really big domes covered up in her one-piece dress. If I had my friends with me, they would’ve blushed and stiffened up like me. There was only a couple of ways to overcome such an obstacle: trudge through her cleavage, or climb over one of those cottage-sized boobs.

I thought that by going through the cleavage, Zecora would possibly turn over and squish her boobs together, trapping me in between her breasts, suffocating me, or crushing me. If I went with the boob, I’d end up using all of my energy to the point of exhaustion. Oh, what to do, what to do, I thought. Decisions, decisions.

Just then, the ground underneath began to turn, catching me by surprise as Zecora shifted in her sleep. She was turning over in her sleep! If I didn’t do something at that moment, I would’ve been crushed under her mass! It was at this moment that my survival class skills kicked in, and my feet decided to go on autopilot. Zecora was shifted to her left, so I had to go the opposite direction in order for me to avoid a crushing fate.

When at last, the giant shaman stopped turning when she lied on her left side, her arms stretched out to form an acute angle and a collective sigh escaping her lips. I, on the other hand, was flopped over on her side, exhausted by that instinctive adrenaline rush my body rarely produced. My heart was racing, my muscles were sore, and my breathing was so quick, I would’ve put any dog, even Cerberus itself to shame.

It took me a couple of minutes to regain control of my breath, another minute for heart to stop pounding, and ten more minutes for my aching muscles to numb. And yet, despite my cardio and how close I was to finally obtaining my goal, my energy was completely worn out. My muscles were a bit sore, but even they didn’t want me to keep going. I was tired, exhausted, unable to continue on. It was hopeless. If I couldn’t survive with my size, there was little to no chance of me ever getting to Zecora’s ear. And I was so close.

My eyes flickered, threatening to close themselves and accept my fate. I figured if I was going to crushed the next time Zecora rolled over, at least I won't be awake to see and feel it all happen. All at once, my senses drifted away with my mind as I closed my eyes. I remember smelling the scent Zecora's skin, lathered in some sort of natural oil. It smelled... good to me. I remember hearing her breathing escape her slightly parted mouth as the rings around her neck clinked and clattered. It was so close, it was like I was lying next to her. I remember feeling my little body slide down a ramp, none too wise of where I was sliding down to.

It was warm at first, smooth and silky.

Then it became cold. Cold, hard, metallic, and very bumpy.

“That’s weird,” I thought to myself. “Where did I slide off to?”

My eyes opened to a pure gold coloration. I looked up and I saw a ring. A really big ring wrapped around something just as big. When I looked again, I saw there was not one ring, but four wrapped around the full extension of Zecora’s neck. At the end of that neck was the side of Zecora’s mohawked head lying to my right. On that very same side was something that stood out to me like an angel descending from heaven, shining in the most glorious light.

Zecora’s right ear. It was just sitting there at the end of those rings, begging for me to come so that I would scream into it and receive the help that I so deserved. I was filled with such hope that day, I swear my heart would literally flutter out of my chest. It also somehow refilled my resolve to keep trying until the bitter end.

Getting to my feet, I stood up straight and began sprinting towards the end. I hopped over the first ring and ran along the smooth, polished gold surface. In just a few striding foot falls, I jumped over the gap between the first ring and the second ring and kept up the pace, never stopping and never slowing down.

When I jumped for the third ring, I slipped on my footing and landed face first into the hardened gold, breaking my nose in the process. A gush of red streamed from my nostrils as I held my broken nose with both of my hands, but that never stopped me from reaching my goal. With one hand covering my bleeding nose and the other pumping as I ran, I leapt for the fourth ring and landed just where the ring became a bit vertical. I admit, it wasn’t one of my best jumps, but it got me far enough.

As I made to edge of the fourth ring, a tingling sensation tickled through my nerves. My arms were trembling, my breath was shortening, my stomach became infested with butterflies. This was the sense of euphoria, the feeling of intense excitement brought upon my eagerness to regain my size, and I happened to be on the home stretch! From the moment I stepped down from the ring and onto Zecora’s cheekbone, I felt like Celestia herself had heeded my distress; I was going to be saved!

But as fate would have it, I would never receive Celestia’s help. As soon as I made it up to her ear, I climbed over her lobe, inhaled and yelled as loudly as I could. “Zecora, can you hear me!?”

After waiting a couple of seconds, I received no response, so I tried again. “Zecora, you have to wake up! Listen, I’m the student Ms. Elixir wanted you to tutor me about potions! I got here earlier and wanted to make sure you were home, but you weren’t, so I decided to look around, and there was this powder that made me sneeze, and when the smoke cleared, it shrank me to the size of an ant!

“I’ve been trying to get your attention ever since you walked in here, but every time I tried, you didn’t even hear me! That’s why I had to climb all the away from your feet to your face so that you could help me! You’re the only one around here who knows how to reverse the effects, so you’ve got to wake up! Please!”

At first, it seemed like my message fell upon deaf ears. Then after a short moment passed, Zecora inhaled through her nostrils in response and began to turn to lay down face-up.

I was caught completely off-guard when Zecora started to turn her body with me on it. Like before, I ran towards the opposite direction so I could get enough even ground in order to prevent me from being crushed, but I neglected to see where I was going. My foot was caught in the little dip which made me trip and fall forwards onto the soft surface, smack dab in the center line where both cushiony lips had met at the time.

Then, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Zecora did something really unimaginable: Zecora opened her mouth and inhaled a strong yawn, sucking me into her widened maw. My first instinct at that moment was to scream as loud as a little girl as the air intake pulled me past her separated lips and past her pearly white teeth.

In a split second, the temperature changed drastically from warm and cool to hot and humid, then to unbearable mugginess when my body rolled along Zecora’s whale of a tongue. The bumpy little muscle twitched and squelched as I was dragged down to the back of Zecora’s mouth, flailing my arms around to grip something to stop my falling, but my thrashing and the slick saliva only made my descent into Zecora’s body faster.

“Zecora, wake up!” I tried to yell, only to be unheard by her yawn. “Zecora, you’ve gotta wake up! I’m in your mouth! Wait, Zecora! Don’t close your mouth! Don’t close your mouth!”

The last light I saw was the daylight coming from Zecora’s mouth, but that never lasted as her yawn was brought to an exhale and she began to close her mouth. “ZECORA! DON’T EAT ME!”

The final cracks of light was sealed off by Zecora’s lips. With a last desperate clawing of my hands, I tried to climb over her bigger tastebuds, but my thrashing caused her tongue to wiggle in an attempt to clear her throat from her blockage.

“ZECOOORAAAAA!” I yelled in vain as the monolithic tasting organ pushed me into her esophagus, sending me down her throat with a single, solitary swallow.

The throat muscles constricted me down like a piece of meat, squeezing out every bit of oxygen from my lungs as my attempts to wriggle and move were all but restricted. Every time I tried to shout, all that came out were hoarse croaks that sounded similar to a sick frog.

In a few mere seconds that seemed liked hours to me, I felt something solid touch my feet before it opened up and slowly sucked me through the puckered sphincter. My entire body soon fell into a dark, hot opening and splashed down into a pool of mucky liquid. When I surfaced from the pool, I climbed to a more dry area and I settled down, and to my horror, I immediately knew where I was.

I was inside Zecora’s stomach.

And that meant I was going to be digested alive by the Zebrafrican shaman who never knew that she consumed another “bug”.

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no…” I whimpered as the feeling of fear, sadness, and frustration overwhelmed me. Tears formed in my eyes, prompting me to cover my face and sob while the deep pain in my chest boiled up inside. Then, when I could no longer hold it all in, I bawled out as loud as the pain allowed me to, all muffled by the sounds of Zecora’s bodily music and my hands clasped over my mouth.

“It’s all my fault!” I blubbered. “If I wasn’t so stupid with my potions class, I wouldn’t have ended up in here! It’s hopeless now! I’ll never see my family again! I’ll never pass my exam in potions class! I’ll never become a good potions-maker like Ms. Elixir!”

For ten minutes, I continued to cry for myself, mostly because of how I was about to meet my maker in Elysium. My cries were mixed in with the orchestra of Zecora’s body, like the gurgles of the shaman’s stomach, her thunderous thumping of her heartbeats, and her deep, stormy breathing, but my cries came in like the buzzing of a tiny mosquito. There was nothing I could do now, except wait for the end to come.

On the bright side, though, at least my life would end in the stomach of a beautiful shaman from Zebrafrica. She’ll probably use my nutritious remains as energy to look for me without any fruitful effort at all. They’ll never find my body.

Suddenly, the gurgles began to reverberate around the stomach walls. A drop of liquid fell onto my forearm, producing the worst burning and stinging sensation that I ever felt. I screamed bloody murder as I tried wipe away the burning liquid, only for my fingers to burn away too. This is what hydrochloric acid does to food when it settles in the stomach, and I was the meal that would go completely unnoticed.

The stomach walls undulated, sloshing the quagmire around the bottom to douse my legs in acid, causing my pants and my footwear to be disintegrated within seconds. I screamed as my feet began to feel that ungodly sizzling and backed up against the slimy wall, trying to avoid the acids as possible, but it only delayed the inevitable by a few seconds.

In my panic, I turned and began to pound my fists against Zecora’s stomach walls, screaming at the top of my lungs. “ZECORA! HELP ME, I’M IN YOUR STOMACH AND I CAN’T GET OUT! HELP ME, I’M STARTING TO GET DIGESTED IN HERE! ZECORAAAAA!”

For the final time, my pleas and screams went unheard over the noises of the stomach grumbling. The acid continued to drip down from the fleshy walls and burn deep into my skin, melting it away to reveal scarlet patches underneath. As the excruciating pain grew, my strength shrank along with my size. In one moment, I was in a full-blown panic, and in the next, I was overcome with fatigue. The pain was wearing me out so hard, my body no longer answered to me.

With no more energy to move, I slid into the volatile liquid without feeling any more pain on my body. My eyesight began to darken, my eyelids became heavy, and my mind slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

“Well…” I muttered. “At least… I won't fail my... potions class...”

Everything went silent as the world faded to black.

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Zecora shifted in her sleep, awakening her from her nap with the fluttering of her eyes. She stretched her arms up and yawned, smacking her tongue a little, only to find a strange, copper taste at the back of her palette. “A very strange taste on the back of my tongue. Perhaps I have eaten an insect too young.”

She sat up on her bed and gently placed her barefeet on the ground, stretching herself once more as she looked around her empty hut with a disapproved look. She also glanced up to the sky and recognized the position where Celestia’s sun was set.

“That student Elixir said should have arrived, but it is too late as the clock has struck five,” Zecora stated as she slipped on her public shopping cloak over her body and walked out the door. “If I find that student lounging around, then there is grave consequence to be bound. I should make him a potion for belittling me. Perhaps I shall reduce him to the size of a bee.”

The irony in that statement was that the absent student Zecora was searching for was closer than she thought. Inside the stomach, the body that was once Zecora’s absent student had melted into an unrecognizable horror, an amalgam of oozing flesh and a laid down skeleton propped up against the fleshy walls. The shaman from Zebrafrica would never realize that her would-be student would be used as extra energy to search in vain for the missing youth.

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