You tried to put your arms in front of you, the tightness and closeness of the fleshy walls not letting you extend your arms that much. You just closed your eyes, considering there was nothing there to see other than darkness, and just enjoyed the feeling of the process. God, you wondered idly how much you were blushing right now, thank goodness esophagus don’t have mirrors by default...

After a while, you suddenly stopped, the contracting tube you were in squeezing you against some kind of stop, it increased the pressure, your body being pressed against that blockade, yet still there was no pain. And only when you thought what was going on, a second sphincter opened, like a valve, letting everything that was struggling against it go downwards.

Your green figure fell down the hole like a sack of potatoes, a green, black, and blushing red sack of potatoes, even then, it wasn’t a hard landing, since you slid down some kind of flesh wall and just remained there. There was some kind of artificial light again, but you didn’t exactly realize where it did come from, just that it faintly illuminated your place, it… actually was nice, it wasn’t bright nor it was completely dark. A sound emanating from the flesh around you, it was like some kind of… stomach churning and gurgling… and there was a faint, steady beat sound which you guessed was this plone’s heart.

Said faint illumination made you realize, after you sat on the wobbly surface, that your hindhooves were poking something slightly hard. You looked down, to see some sort of white and red candy, you idly wondered what it was, taking a piece of it, and then, it struck in your mind; Ah, the mint! You thought she was lying, but it seems that she wasn’t… and now that you realize it… her maw did indeed smell minty fresh…

You looked towards the circular candy, then back at the piece in your hoof… Your brain just said ‘Oh fuck no, no, no, no!’, knowing what idiocy you were about to do, but you didn’t care.

You slowly took that piece of mint, brought it near your face… and took a bite of it, your brain immediately disgusted and searching for a jetpack to leave your body. Though, getting past the natural urge to vomit (Which was understandable, considering you were eating a salivated candy from a stomach)…

…It actually tasted good…

…Much better than a regular mint…. Somehow…

You let out an inner ‘Wat’ as you looked again at the mint, making an awesome double take and repeating the “Wat”, but out loud, eating more of it. ‘Why this does taste so good?’ Was your first thought, and, while not the most important one, was the most awkward one by far. You kept eating, somehow managing to finish it all, airplane food was never so good… alright that was a terrible joke…

Then, out of nowhere, the walls around you moved, they weren’t solid or immobile to begin with, but they squirmed and wiggled, making you lose balance again and fall forward, lying down on the stomach.

Shortly after your fall, the stomach fleshy, wet walls suddenly got closer to each other, squeezing you, the fleshy sack was effectively again squishing your tiny figure in all directions You just smiled in embarrassment and purred happily, wiggling a little. The stomach walls keeping on the pressure on your body and not letting you move, but they were still gentle and you didn’t feel any harm or pain at all.

It was rather funny, how almost your entire journey to the plane pony’s stomach was related to squishing your figure, but you didn’t mind, it felt great, and that’s what mattered. You lied down there, starting to fall asleep, closing your eyes softly, as you wondered when she was going to let you out, but you didn’t care how much she kept you here anyways.

And, before you could fall completely asleep inside the safe stomach of your friend and macro plane pony Air Liner, a little rumble was felt, your body squirming a little in the moving sack of flesh, you felt that air was redirected upwards, and, as a confirmation of your guess, you could hear a little burp of the plane pony outside, muffled by the walls of flesh covering you. While you didn’t see her, you imagined how bashful and embarrassed she was of what just did, and that thought of a cute embarrassed plane pony made you finally fall asleep.