Yes, it wasn't much difficult.
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absolfusion
Despite the oozing rivers of sticky fem and the constantly shifting and squeezing muscle walls, because of your size there was plenty of space to move around and avoid obstacles and obstructions, so long as you didn't do something stupid and crash into the vaginal walls. As such, getting to the cervix turned out to be a total breeze, all you had to do was fly straight forward, or rather, slightly upward at an angle because Velvet was sitting down.

The trip there was relatively uneventful, you didn't see any signs of life flitting around at all, which was simultaneously disappointing and a little bit understandable, given the "volatile" nature of Velvet's strong arousal. You reckon that if you were going to meet any pony cells they would be behind the mighty gates of the cervix in the uterus... the very same cervix you were facing right now.

At a distance, it was difficult to appreciate the sheer scale of the entrance to Velvet's womb, but up close, the vast difference in size between you and it becomes crystal clear. The flesh of the spongy donut-shaped protuberance stretched for literal miles above and below the quivering sphincter and gave you a solemn reminder of just how small you really were.

It took a violent shake of the head to snap you out of your reverie and focus on the task ahead. 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 gawking.

Entering the cervix now would be the only way to ensure your safety.
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June 2, 2023