There's no point in resisting the Ponyta. If you're her pet, atleast for a day, then you'd better get used to it - and listen to what she says. You slowly slide yourself across the Ponyta's tongue, picking up a great deal of saliva along the way. Finally, you come to her throat. Her tonsils move aside, showing you the stretchy pink gullet that extended below.
"Now, there's a good pet." Blaze says from outside. "Now go ahead and slide on down there - my belly is waiting for your arrival. Go on." You sigh. Drenched in saliva, you knew the Ponyta had you now. Your only hope for escape was to play along and live as a pet, for a little while.
Pushing yourself over to Blaze's throat, you poke your head in. The muscles move and contract as you slide yourself down.
With a loud guuulp, your body is carried down into the Ponyta's gut. At once, you land in a digusting puddle of mucus.
"Good!" Blaze says. "Maybe I'll reward you for being so obedient. Now relax, pet. See? It isn't so bad." You can't help but agree as the Ponyta gallops off.
By the time Blaze reached her home - an old, abandoned barn - it's the middle of night. Her belly stirs slightly, only to calm a second later. "Now, be good, pet. I'm going to sleep." Sure enough, the Ponyta nods off, and you soon follow.
