Retrieving The Ring

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Thyme had made up his mind: he was finally going to propose to her.
The unicorn smiled as he prepared the cheesecake for his evening dinner with Holly Leaf, placing the diamond ring in the batter.  Yes, this would go perfectly!  He would give her the piece with the ring in it, she would find it, and then he would get down on one knee.  They had been living together for a long time now—it was time for him to make a commitment to her.
The food finished all too soon.  Thyme brought the various dishes to the back deck.  The weather was perfect for eating outside—it was a great day to propose.
Once Thyme was done bringing the food and utensils out, and then covered the food to prevent flies from getting to it, he went back in the house.  “Holly!” he called cheerfully.  “Dinner’s ready!”
“Oh wow, so fast!” his beloved exclaimed from in their bedroom.  “Alright, I’ll be down in a second!”
The unicorn waited for her at the base of the stairs, and when she came out, she did not disappoint.  His beloved mare was wearing a beautiful green dress, and gorgeous earrings on top of that.  Her makeup was impeccable, absolutely flawless.  Thyme let out a loving sigh.  She looked perfect.
Holly reached the bottom of the stairs, and she gave her mate a kiss on the cheek.  “Happy anniversary,” she said, giggling.  “I can’t believe it’s been three years since we first met!”
“Neither can I,” Thyme replied, smiling.  “Now, let’s go to the back.  I have dinner all ready outside.”
“Thank you,” Holly said, giving him a smile.  “I’ve always loved your cooking.”
The two went outside, and after pulling Holly’s chair out so she could sit, Thyme sat across from her.  Then he revealed the dishes: he had prepared homemade garlic bread and eggplant parmesan, his mare’s favorite, and, of course, there was cheesecake for dessert.  He had already cut the slice for Holly—that, of course, was where the ring was.  The unicorn was greatly anticipating the dessert course.
“Wow, you went all out!” Holly exclaimed upon seeing the food.  “Thank you so much, honey!”
“You’re welcome, my dear,” Thyme replied.  “Now, let’s eat!”
The two of them dug into the garlic bread and eggplant parmesan.  Thyme had been a bit worried when he was cooking them, nervous about messing up this proposal dinner, but the dishes turned out perfectly.  Upon tasting them, his fears were immediately put to rest, and he smiled as he ate, loving how much Holly was enjoying the food, too.
The two chatted and talked as they made their way through the food, discussing their own life events—work, friends, all those types of things.  But Thyme found it hard to concentrate on the discussion because of his proposal setup—and Holly noticed this.
“Are you ok?” she asked him, after he failed to answer a question for the third time.  “You seem a little . . . spaced out.”
“I’m fine,” the unicorn quickly replied, giving her a reassuring smile.  “Just a bit tired from the cooking, I guess.  Now, what were you saying about Nancy?”
They continued talking and chatting, and soon enough, they each finished their dinner.  “Looks like it’s time for dessert!” Thyme announced.  He eagerly grabbed the pie cutter and gave Holly the pre-cut slice, then cut one for himself.  “One for you, and one for me.”
“Thanks!” the mare said cheerfully. Thyme gave them both spoons, but didn’t start eating yet.  Instead, he watched Holly as she ate, heart pounding in his chest.  He was ready to get down on one knee the instant she found the ring.
Holly didn’t notice this (yet), and put a big portion of cheesecake into her spoon.  “Mmm, that’s really good!” she exclaimed.  She dug into the slice, taking bite after bite after bite . . . until the entire slice was gone!
Thyme was frozen for a moment.  She had eaten the ring!  He hadn’t prepared for that to happen. . .!
Holly looked up, and saw her beloved’s face.  “Wow, you look really intense,” she said.
“Um, yeah,” was all the unicorn could muster to say.
His mare gave him a reassuring smile.  “It’s because of the cheesecake, isn’t it?  I know you don’t make it a lot.  Well, it was really, really good!  So don’t worry, ok?”
Thyme managed a smile.  “O-Ok,” he said.
He ate his slice, trying to think of what on earth to do.  The ring was in Holly’s stomach now, stewing away in there!  He had spent a lot of money on that ring, not to mention the emotional commitment that came with it!  How could he get it back.
Then, an idea came to him—lightning struck, and he knew what he had to do: he would retrieve the ring from her stomach himself!  He did have some Shrinking Potion that a friend gave him—he hadn’t been sure how to use it, but now it would come in handy.  All he had to do was retrieve the ring while she was sleeping!
“Thyme?”  Holly’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to her.  “You alright?”
The unicorn smiled.  “I’m alright,” he replied.  Now that he knew what he had to do, he was feeling much better.  Not to mention very determined.
He and Holly finished up their dessert, and brought the food back into the house, putting the leftovers in he refrigerator.  After that, the two of them got ready for bed.
“Good night, my dear,” Holly said, kissing Thyme on the cheek as they went under the covers.
“Good night,” the unicorn replied, smiling.  He turned over and clutched his pillow, acting like he was going to sleep.
In reality, though, he was actually waiting for /Holly/ to fall asleep, so he could go retrieve the ring.  Thyme lay there for an hour, not moving until he was certain he beloved was in a deep enough slumber—that was when he heard her quiet snores, and knew he could get started.
The unicorn got out of bed and took the Shrinking Potion from the nightstand.  Then he grabbed his phone and pocketed it—lord knew how dark Holly’s stomach was going to be, so he needed a light source.  Getting back into bed, he drank the potion, and waited for its effects to kick in.
A moment later, all of him started to shrink.
A strange tingle spread throughout Thyme’s whole body, and then, he felt himself getting smaller.  His clothes were shrinking with him, thankfully—he was worried that might be an issue.
He slowly got closer and closer to the sheets, his eyeline going steadily downward as his body god smaller.  He could feel his arms and legs reducing in size, getting smaller and smaller, and as his head shrunk, his eyeline tightened, going inward.  If he concentrated, he could even feel his individual fingers and toes shrinking down, each part of him reducing in size . . . until it was finally complete.
When it was over, Thyme was only a few inches tall, a miniscule being.  He took a moment to blink, checking of the process was really done, and then looked around, smiling.  He had done it.
And so, there he was, a tiny unicorn on a big bed.  The sheets looked like they stretched on for miles.  So he better start walking. . .
Thyme marched forward in determination, going toward his beloved step by step.  Eventually he decided it was too slow, so he broke out into a light jog, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he traversed the bedspread.  Finally, he reached Holly’s head, and looked inside.
The mare slept with her mouth open, which was very good for Thyme.  The unicorn took a deep, determined breath, and then cast a spell: his horn glowed, and anti-digestion magic washed over him.  Then, he jumped inside of her mouth, landing right on Holly’s tongue.
His beloved stayed asleep, but the tongue reacted almost subconsciously, licking Thyme tentatively, then lapping him up vigorously.  It seemed like Holly really liked his flavor. . . Upon realizing that, Thyme blushed.
But he wasn’t tasted for long.  Eventually, the tongue shoved him to the back of the mouth, so that his legs were dangling in the mare’s throat.  He got one last look at the outside world—the sheets and pillows, all framed by Holly’s teeth and tongue—before a strong /gulp/ sucked him inside of her throat.
The esophagus squeezed tightly around the unicorn, rendering him unable to move.  The cylindrical tunnel was extremely cramped, giving him no breathing space, and it sent him to the stomach bit by bit, inch by inch.  It was a slow, steady journey as he traveled down, down, down, moving to the sound of Holly’s beating heart.  Until, finally, he reached his destination.
His legs pressed against some kind of barrier, then slid past it, dangling in open air.  Then his upper body was shoved through, and before he knew it, he was free falling.
Thyme let out a yell of surprise, and he landed on the floor of the stomach with a loud /splat/.  He stood up, groaning, then almost gagged from the stench of Holly’s gut—it was terrible!  A bit scared now, he took out his phone.  This place was completely pitch black—good thing he brought his flashlight!
He turned it on, and took in the stomach.  The air was humid and thick, somewhat acidic, though thankfully, it didn’t seem to be harming him.  Around him, red walls pulsed and growled loudly, almost drowning out the sounds of Holly’s heart and lungs.  The remains of their dinner was also in here: chewed up eggplant, garlic bread, and cheesecake was all over the ground, a slimy swamp of food that he was currently stepping in.
“Ew, gross,” Thyme muttered.  He walked to one of the belly walls and leaned back.  Holding up his phone, he lit up the entire stomach, studying his surroundings.  All he could see was grounded up food.  Was the ring not here?
No, no, it had to be!  It was probably in this swamp somewhere, buried in the bog below.  Determined, the unicorn bent down, and started looking.
He went all around the belly, holding his phone with one hand and digging through the chewed up stuff with the other.  The swamp was thick, and clung to his legs, but he still waded through it, not giving up yet.  He was going to find this ring if it was the last thing he did!
And then, he found it.  As he was digging through the center of the swamp, his hand hit something hard and metallic.  His heart filling with hope, Thyme clasped the shank of the ring and pulled hard, determined to get it back.  His efforts were steadily rewarded as his prize slowly came out of the swamp, until it was above the layer of food, in his hands.
He had the ring!  Thyme put it over his shoulder, smiling.  Victorious, he took out his phone, pressing the call button.  Now all he had to do was call Holly, explain the situation, and have her spit him out—!
Wait.  The unicorn frowned and stared at his device: the screen read, “No Signal.  Calls Not Currently Available.  Searching For Signal. . .”
“Oh, come on,” Thyme groaned.  He ran around the belly, holding up his phone and praying it would get a signal so he could call Holly.  “I’m almost home free. . .!”
But no matter what he did, the screen didn’t change.  It seemed the stomach was a no signal zone.  Great. . .
The gut gurgled and growled—it almost seemed like he was laughing at him.  He knew he wouldn’t digest in here.  After all, he had cast the anti-digestion spell.  But he was still in quite the tight spot. . .
How was he going to get out of here?