It's been quiet here in the womb. No movement gently shook your comfy little water bed, no ambient noises reached your ears, except for the beat of the mare's heart and faint gurgling noises coming from somewhere in her body. You lie awake, having awoken sometime in the night, or what you guess is night, given the inactivity of your host. You contemplate how you got here, and what fate might have in store for you next. You found two eggs yesterday planted into the uterus, small, almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. It had once again filled you with emotion, seeing the very start of your progeny at their conception. You had dared not touch them, for fear you would disturb their development. So you left them alone, instead napping towards the entrance, occasionally fondling yourself. You idly wonder if the gateway out of here is even open. There was nothing more you could do here, leaving would probably be the best option, but if the the door remained shut, there was no chance of escape. You unsteadily get up yo your feet, and wander up the slope to the cervix. You give it a cursory poke, then a soft rub, to determine if the hole was soft enough to crawl through. Apparently, the period of tightness had ceased, permitting you to make an uneasy, and cramped exit.
It's a close fit, but you manage to squeeze your way through. It's moist inside the vagina, but nowhere near as it was. You slowly crawl through the tight corridor, treading lightly to avoid triggering arousal.
On the way you feel around for your lost pants, but do not find them. They must've slid out when you made her orgasm earlier. Looks like you're going to have to go au natural for a while. Midway through your crawl you feel the tunnel sway a bit. Look's like the sleepy head finally awoke from her slumber. You're going to have to be even more cautious now that she's fully conscious.
Crouching low you hold perfectly still, holding your breath counting to ten. A small glimmer lies at the end of the path. too small to illuminate but bright enough you can still see it. That little glimmer is your goal, and your way out of.here. Starting from your crouched position you proceed even slower than before, stopping at every major sign of movement. You laugh at the irony that in order to get in here you had to make her cum, and to get out you have to avoid sexual arousal altogether. Tamping down your giggling you press onward. Eventually the glimmer grows much larger, until it's a full blown circular hole of light. Finally, you reach the entrance to the vagina, pushing aside the gigantic flaps and peering outside.
From your limited point of view you see a familiar braided tail wag in the distance, shaking to and fro while the mare walks. The ground far below is covered in flagstones, and you can hear faint voices drifting in, letting you know that you're outside back in that town again, and that the mare must be out running errands.
Falling onto the hard stones while climbing seems... less than ideal. You bide your time until the mare moves onto softer terrain.
It's going to difficult to reach back up to the dock with the sparsely furred backside providing few hand holds. The tail is also out of reach save for a mighty jump. You could attempt to make your way into the flank, climbing up onto the back, navigate down and try to cross her underbelly fur, or wait until she sits down to make the journey safer.
You didn't get where you are now by being scared. By being a crazy thrill-seeker, yes, but not scared. You decide to ascend by climbing the flank, grasping one of the labia and hauling yourself up onto it. Grunting, you swing your body, hurling yourself into a thick patch of fur. Grinning, you begin climbing at an angle to save energy and shave off a bit of time. The way things are going, you're probably going to need it.
Continuing to climb, taking small breaks to conserve energy. you come across several patches of off-color fur, not really close close in hue to the area surrounding it/ Curious, you reach out and touch it. A sudden torrent of images and vague feelings flood your mind, leaving you unprepared and temporarily making your vision go blank. When next your eyes open shadowy shapes dance in your vision, along with dozens of faint whispery voices that all seem to say the same thing: "My name is Gilded Lily. and painting is the core of who I am."
You hastily release your hold and grasp a normal patch of fur. The voices cease. What the fuck was that? Did you achieve some kind of telepathic link with the mare? Shaking your head you press on. There would be time to worry about this when you were in a safer position. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.
After that short trip you are finally on the rump. The route to the head is a long one, all the way across the back and up the neck, and the back might as well be a desert, providing little shelter, and being buffeted by winds that, to her, probably feel like a gentle breeze, but to you, feel like 15-20 MPH winds. If you're going to do this, you're going to have to mentally prepare for the journey ahead.
You elect to backtrack to the tail, to hide in the long hairs and bide your time until she either goes indoors or stops.
After a couple of hours resting in the tail, you notice a subtle change in the air. It's not quite as bright as it was, and it's somewhat cooler. You pop your head up out of the bunched hair, and swig your gaze in a wide arc. You are definitely indoors, the light of the sun has been replaced by soft, artificial light, and you can see a ceiling high above. Groaning, you extricate yourself and crawl partway up the tail to get a better look. Ponies of all colors are wandering around, lying on tables while another pony beats on them with their hooves, or lounging in pools of water with steam rising from them, chatting with each other. If you had to guess, you're in some kind of massage parlor or spa. If the mare came here to get a back massage, that might spell trouble for you if you get caught in the middle of it.
You rush up the curve of the back in to reach the neck as soon as possible, before anything unfortunate befalls your tiny body. You make it to the very edge of her mane and frantically climb before she steps into one of the scalding pools, submerging her body all the way up to the withers.
If you had stayed put, you would've been swept away and boiled in your skin by the steaming water.
You're not home free yet, you can still feel the hot moisture rising and coating your body. You cling desperately to the increasingly slick mane, climbing like your life depended on it, which in all honesty, it probably does. Pushing into the deep interior of her hair, you finally reach a point you can rest, unceremoniously flopping down on the ground and gasping for air. You fervently hope she doesn't decide to dunk her head or you're done for.
After resting a moment and catching your breath, you get up, and continue navigating the dense jungle of hair. It;s unpleasantly hot and humid, and you occasionally slip on the wet underfur. After a short perilous journey you, walk out into the open air. standing at the peak where the hair parts the middle of her mane.
Up and over the forehead you walk, trying to keep your footing. You can see the snout below jutting out like a furry cliff. The mare's eyes are closed, she must be totally relaxed. That's good, maybe she won't freak out thinking she has a bug on her nose and send you flying. The slope leading down to the nose is far more gentle than the climb up the back of her head. You tumble down,coming to a rest right on the nose bridge between her eyes.Peering over the edge you can see that you're a bit too far to reach the edge of the pool. The mare floats in the middle of the jacuzzi like an island in a lake of boiling lava. Your best bet would be to get her attention somehow, but how to do it? You doubt you could disturb her much at your current size.
