Even with the oozing rivers of sticky femjuice and the constantly shifting and squeezing living walls, because of your relative size there was plenty of space to move around and avoid clashing against obstacles and other obstructions, so long as you didn't anything rash as to collide into the moving vaginal walls. As such, getting to the cervix turned out to be completely easy, all you had to do was fly straight forward as Twilight was laying down reading her book.

The trip was relatively peaceful as you didn't see any signs of sapient cellular life all around at all, which was simultaneously disappointing and a little bit understandable, given the rather "unstable" nature of Twilight's strong arousal. You believe that if you were going to meet any pony cells it would be behind the mighty gates of the cervix and beyond into the uterus...

The very same cervix you were facing right now and for some reason you felt as if you magic was guiding you further to it, encouraging you to get inside already.

At a distance, it was difficult to appreciate the sheer scale of the entrance to the young princess' womb, but up close, you did noticed the ginormous difference on scale between you and it becomes very apparent. The flesh of the spongy donut-shaped protuberance stretched for literal miles above and below the quivering sphincter and gave you a strong reminder of just how small you really were.

It took a strong shake of the head to snap you out of your reverie and focus on the task on front fo you. Even with your minuscule size providing a lot of room for maneuverability it was still far too dangerous for you to be hanging out here and admiring the view

Entering the cervix now would be the only way to ensure your relative safety and know why your magic is reacting such way.
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June 2, 2023